Click!

Walking on the road paved with bones, it is inevitable that some dry bones will be broken, but this does not have any effect on Yingyi, just calmly moving in the established direction.

Not far away, a mountain of bones made of white bones became the only building within a radius of 100 miles, and all the bone spurs from the fracture zone were next to it, and the corpses of many unknown creatures were scattered on the bone mountain, and there were some black scorch marks on them.

At first glance, it looked like a huge cemetery, and one couldn't help but think that this place had experienced a terrible and unusual battle, where the corpses of all the dead soldiers and horses were piled together, and then a fire burned over.

I wanted to cover up all the traces, but for some reason I ended up leaving this bone mountain, but it became the only witness of the original war, and it became a trace that time could not erase.

I don't know if it's a man-made reason, or if it's such a coincidence in the world, there is an extremely flat avenue in the center of the bone mountain, and countless white bones with the thickness of legs and arms are laid together incomparably evenly, just like a craftsman repairing the road, so dense and tight that there is almost no gap between the white bones.

Walking to the starting point of this bone road, Yingyi unconsciously stopped, and did not go up directly, but exhaled a heavy breath, I don't know if it was because of this bone mountain, or because of all the things experienced during this time.

The Bone Mountain is not high, only a dozen zhang, so it is easy to see the top of Yingyi, but it looks like it is just following this white bone road, and it is just at the end at a glance.

At the top of the Bone Mountain, a black plant flower is firmly rooted at the highest point, a few leaves that look small, and there are many countless lines like tidbits, and there is nothing else, this is the black mandala, which can also be called the ghost flower of the dead, because this is grown on the bone mounds of countless deceased, and its growth is accompanied by countless deaths.

Just like a round of black sun, around the petals of the black mandala, there is a light as thin as a gossamer, and vaguely win Yi can see power, money, beauty, and power from inside, as if all the ** in the world can be satisfied here.

"The four-thousand-year-old black mandala, if it weren't for the dead qi corpses in this place that couldn't be satisfied, give it enough time and dead air, and finally achieve the most evil Manshu Sawa in the flowers, it's a pity!"

There was a sigh in his mind, Ying Yi woke up immediately, although he was already very careful, but when he really saw this ghost flower mandala, he still inevitably fell into it, Deng Yin's sigh was not so much a sigh mandala, but rather to wake up Ying Yi.

At this time, looking at the mandala on the top of the mountain, what Yingyi saw was only a seemingly weak flower neck, which was unusually stable and rooted on a skull.

The kings of the world, under the emperor's throne, are not made of countless dry bones, and the same is true of the kings in this flower.

In Yingyi's eyes, countless kings scolded Fang Xuan, and the monarch ordered mountains of white bones everywhere, how many heads were broken from their necks, and even the mountains and rivers became unrecognizable.

Deng Yin was silent, quietly watching Ying Yi fall into an epiphany, since facing the Yan Yi Monarch, the changes caused by Ying Yi Deng Yin saw in his heart, no matter how strong the king said, it was just an application of strength.

Just like the practice of tens of millions of people with a sword move, there are thousands of different understandings, not to mention this powerful secret technique involving the origin of heaven and earth, different people naturally have different understandings when they practice.

Win Yi was born in the emperor's family, naturally has an independent sense of the emperor, the king refers to the equivalent of a blank paper, Win Yi is like a person who paints on the white paper, whether this blank paper can eventually become a successful painting, depends on the content of the painter filled in it.

Now, Yingyi has finally begun to put pen to paper on this paper, and the first edge will affect the final achievement of this drawing paper.

"What is a king, what is a king?"

"The power of killing is concentrated in one's own body, and you dare not obey the king's order!"

"The general leads the three armies, Ci is not in charge of the troops, the king is in charge of the society, and the killing is ruthless!"

"The king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die!"

Win easy is like being in reincarnation, countless generations of reincarnation, countless generations of kings, there are prosperous monarchs, and the curtains are like ancient sages;

There are heroes in troubled times, and the beacon fire and smoke have achieved the hegemony of the king;

There is a pilgrimage to the ancestors, and the blood and rain of swords and guns pave the glory of Jin Ge;

There is the king of Zhongxing, who turns the tide and kills traitorous ministers to calm down the chaos;

There are absurd tyrants, who listen to traitors and indiscriminately kill loyal ministers and make enemies of the court.

Countless different choices, countless different endings keep changing in the eyes, and finally return to the original question, what is a king?

"The whole world is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's minister, this is the king!"

"Heaven is impermanent, and kings are even more impermanent, talking and laughing about life and death, and making decisions about the future, this is a king!"

Vaguely, Yingyi returned to the end of the merchant who didn't know the era, and a male lord as strong as Di Xin finally had to die in Sheji, how sad it was.

"The Son of Heaven is the gate of the country, the king is dead, and the king should be killed!"

"King, kill!"

As the last three words were shouted, Ying Yi's two fingers were pointed together as a sword, the infinite Taiyin true qi in his body gathered towards his fingertips, the cuffs of his wide robe hunted and hunted, and his face was cold and iron-blooded, full of indifference and ruthlessness.

Countless Taiyin True Qi gathered to the fingertips, and finally Ying Yi's finger turned into a pitch-black finger bone, without the slightest flesh and blood on it, as if it had been dried for an unknown amount of time, leaving only rotten bones full of holes, but on this rotten bone, there was indescribable powerful power.

The pitch-black phalanges, which were as thick as ink pith, slowly condensed under the unconscious of Yingyi, and endless decisive killing machines were revealed from above, and the killing was ruthless under the king's order.

Click......

A clear cracking sound came from the phalanges, and the finger bones, which were already full of holes, obviously appeared spider-like cracks, and faintly you could see that chalcedony-like black liquid was flowing out of them, which was a manifestation of the Taiyin True Qi being compressed to the extreme.

It was also at this time that Ying Yi suddenly opened his eyes, and there was not the slightest emotion in the depths of his eyes, just the cold silence that went deep into the netherworld, and infinite murderous intent flowed out of his pupils.

If a king does not kill, he will not live!

The king is loving, tolerant, magnanimous, steady, and of course, the king is not short of killing.

Benevolence governs the dynasty, kills the world, and kills the king must go through, and it is also the most indispensable key.

Win Yiguan dry mountain bone mound, personally experience the king's roar, and realize that the king should be killed under the epiphany, which can be said to be on that blank paper, the first stroke fell, and the king's finger that belongs to him naturally has the first type, which is also the initial beginning!

The pitch-black finger bones, as Yingyi's fingers slowly stretched out, also began to become calmer, and they looked more condensed.

Ying Yi stretched out his finger smoothly and lightly tapped it in the void, the phalange began to become blurred, and began to become unpredictable, and countless black qi seemed to burrow into the void and completely disappeared.

At the same time, the originally peaceful bone path shattered without warning, and countless bone chips flew like blades, and a hideous crack stretched farther along the bone path.

The entire mountain of bones began to shake even more, although there was no sign of collapse, but it felt like it was about to collapse, and countless miserable white bones fell from a high place, falling to the bone path and falling apart.

It took a long time for this shaking sensation to stop, and Ying Yi also came to his senses, and his exposed fingers had been wrapped in his sleeve robe again.

Looking at the crack in front of him that stretched from his feet to the peak, Ying Yi was shocked and couldn't speak, if Deng Yin hadn't told him that this was the result of his own fingers, Ying Yi would have thought that something had happened here just now.

"You...... What is that finger you just called?"

For a long time, Deng Yin's voice sounded from Ying Yi's head again, but it was a somewhat strange tone, but Ying Yi didn't listen carefully, didn't hear it.

"The king is dead, but he is not far away......"

Ying Yi took a long breath and sighed with some emotion, but he didn't stop at all, and then said: "Let's call Jun Yuanfa!"

"Jun Yuan's ......"

Deng Yin restated a sentence, without too many words, and his voice disappeared from Ying Yi's mind, without an evaluation, and it seemed to be the best evaluation.

Click......

Deng Yin didn't continue to speak, and Ying Yi didn't ask, these were all meaningless, looking at the mandala that was still arrogant on the peak, Ying Yi began to take steps, stepping on the white bone path that was already full of cracks.

The originally smooth bone path has become devastated because of Yingyi's finger Jun Yuan, and through the cracks and cracks above, you can vaguely see the white bones below.

Walking on the edge of the crack, the creaking sound did not stop for a long time, and there were more cracks in the bone path that had been cracked after Yingyi's footsteps, and every time I stepped on it, it was like the center of a spider's web, and I couldn't help but be shocked when this bone mountain would collapse.

On the barren plain of white bones, a hill piled up with countless white bones, a cyan figure like an ascetic, slowly walking towards the top of the peak, on the top of the peak, a black flower took root on the tired bones, there was no trace of wind, but it still kept swaying slightly.

Click!

A slight sound came out, and Ying Yi frowned and stopped unconsciously.

Click......

A clearer sound came, and the already frowning brows were about to squeeze into a line, and he looked seriously at the mandala not far away, and a strange breath came from there.

Bang!

A piece of broken bone stubble brushed past his face, and the fierce wind lifted a few strands of hair from his ears, and a thin blood mark appeared on Ying Yi's face, and a few drops of scarlet blood stuck to his cheek, which soon became solidified.

He still didn't move, he stood straight like a pine and cypress, standing quietly in place, a certain look of surprise flashed in his dark pupils, and his expression became more solemn.

"This should be the trouble that the Divine Monarch said!"

He thought to himself.