Chapter Seventy-Five: Willing to Gamble and Lose
Yang Guangzhi is in the sea, one after another sword qi is vertical and horizontal, slashing the sky and destroying the earth, the sword technique is secondary, the most important thing is that the sword qi is strong to the greatest, while destroying the demon, it can absorb the demon power on the demon body and turn it into his own mana, this is the secret of the Zhenwu Emperor's more and more courageous he is.
It's no wonder that the nemesis of demons doesn't know how many enemies can be destroyed and how many demons can be killed.
"Seniors, why don't the gods and demons appear in the world now, the younger generations have heard of the fairy Buddha, but they have never seen the fairy Buddha, not only the younger generation, but also other people. Even if there is no Immortal Buddha, but in this Spirit Mountain Holy Realm, there is enough spiritual energy, why don't there even be monks?" Yang Guang couldn't help but ask.
"How do you know if there is not? The gods may be in front of you, but you can't see it yourself, and now in the red dust, the killings are frequent, and the breath of the red dust is soaked in the original gods, and the immortals pay attention to quietness, so there is no immortal manifestation, and when the world is peaceful, there will naturally be. Emperor Zhenwu touched his beard and said.
"Immortals have their own great power, are they afraid of this mere sword soldier?" Yang Guang thought that Emperor Zhenwu was not telling the truth, and asked again.
"There are some things that you can't know, you just have to know, and there are some things that you can't control. Emperor Zhenwu glanced at Yang Guang and said: "As for what you think in your heart, I don't know how many people want to do it, but your own strength is insufficient, not only has the country been destroyed recently, but even you can't protect yourself." ”
Yang Guang suddenly broke out in a cold sweat on his back when he heard this, thinking that the human race has been going on for hundreds of millions of years, maybe there are many people who think the same way as himself, but what is the final result, isn't the human race kneeling on the ground and praying for the blessing of the gods?
"Thank you for your advice. Yang Guang didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly saluted Emperor Zhenwu.
"Your own strength is the most important, and if you don't have enough strength, everything is a fantasy. Emperor Zhenwu glanced at Yang Guang deeply and said, "You are very good, Poor Dao very much hopes to have the opportunity to see you again." As he spoke, he turned into a rainbow light and disappeared in front of Yang Guang.
"Greetings to seniors. "Yang Guang has a very good impression of Emperor Zhenwu, at least, he doesn't have the feeling that the gods are on top.
"Beware of Westerners!" Emperor Zhenwu's voice recalled in Yang Guang's mind. The last one disappeared without a trace.
"Could it be that there are other means of Buddhism?" Yang Guang looked into the distance, and finally quickly descended Wudang Mountain. The biggest gain in Wudang Mountain is to meet the Emperor Zhenwu and get the Zhenwu Demon Sword Technique, a very powerful sword technique.
When Yang Guang left Wudang Mountain and marched towards the end of Nanshan, the disputes in the world intensified, the soldiers and horses of the imperial court became more and more courageous, Pei Renji soldiers went out of Luoyang, defeated the Wagang army, and then divided the troops into three routes, all the way to attack Liyang, all the way south to Nanyang, and the other way to the east, and the evil king Shi Zhixuan rendezvous, through the Central Plains.
Wang Shi was invincible, Xu Shiyun raised Liyang and returned to the imperial court, and Nanyang, because Nanyang helped Yang Zhen and other masters to be killed by Yang Guang in the Pegasus Ranch, no one in Nanyang dared to stop Wang Shi and surrendered the city. As for Xu Yuanlang and others in the east, they were also attacked by Pei Renji and Shi Zhixuan, either surrendered or were killed, and in less than two months, the imperial court completely occupied the Central Plains.
For a while, the Great Sui Jiangshan seemed to have returned to normal order, except for Dou Jiande and Luo Yi in Hebei, it was Li Yuan in Guanzhong, and as for the Xie clan of Bashu, it is estimated that they are also waiting for the decision of the Heavenly Sword Song Que, and the most likely is to return to the Great Sui.
The general trend of the world seems to have been decided.
Soon, there were rumors that Lu Miaozi, a strange man of a generation, had arrived in Luoyang and served as a member of the Great Sui Cabinet and was in charge of the Great Sui Dynasty. Lu Miaozi has a special identity, whether it is a false act or Yu Shiji, he does not dare to be presumptuous in front of him.
As for the evil king Shi Zhixuan, he didn't dare anymore, because when Lu Miaozi entered Luoyang, he was in the air, obviously, a generation of strange people has entered the realm of the grandmaster, and the cultivation is not low, although the evil king Shi Zhixuan is strong in martial arts, but unfortunately, he has not yet entered the realm of the grandmaster, waiting for him to return to Luoyang before he can break through, this time gap makes Shi Zhixuan succumb to Lu Miaozi.
It was also determined from another aspect that His Majesty the Emperor did have a panacea in his hands, which could create grandmasters in batches, and for a while, a large number of masters joined in the Qilin Guard and the Vermilion Bird Guard, and the life of those rebels became more and more difficult.
As for Yang Guang, he didn't care about these, but walked in the mountains and forests, his whereabouts were very slow, and playing in the mountains and rivers was secondary, and more importantly, he relied on the Son of Heaven's Qi Technique to watch the mountains and rivers and look for monks who might appear.
From the words of Emperor Zhenwu, it can be heard that there are still many immortal monks in this mountain and river, but mortals can't see them.
Sure enough, Yang Guang didn't see any monks, which was a very strange thing, but he didn't feel strange, after all, in this world, there were many things that Yang Guang could not see.
Cihang Jingzhai Fan Qinghui is looking for something in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, regardless of the fragrant sweat on his forehead, for nearly a thousand years, Cihang Jingzhai has existed, with a profound heritage, in Fanqinghui's view, Cihang Jingzhai should be a master of countless masters, where is it like now, for a hundred years, there is not even a grandmaster.
She thought that even there were a few grandmaster-level masters hidden in the Pure Mind Meditation Academy, and Cihang Jingzhai would not be far behind. But why didn't she know? Fan Qinghui had a thought in her heart, and this thought became heavier and heavier, and finally, she thought of a possibility, came to this secluded place, and searched inside.
She hadn't been to this place for many years, not only herself, but other disciples who had come here. As the years passed, the place seemed to be dilapidated.
Finally, in a dressing box, she found this letter, the letter was written to herself by her junior sister Bi Xiuxin, it has been more than ten years, looking at the familiar handwriting, Fan Qinghui not only did not have any nostalgia and gratitude, but more humiliation and anger.
"Master, you really like the junior sister, and even told her such a secret, but unfortunately, the junior sister let you down, colluded with the evil king, and turned her back on me Cihang Jingzhai, Master, you know, the current Cihang Jingzhai is supported by the disciples, these secrets, you should have told the disciples, otherwise how could I Cihang Jingzhai suffer such a shame!" Fan Qinghui looked at the letter in his hand and laughed, his voice was a little more poignant, and there was some unwillingness.
In terms of martial arts and mentality, he is far superior to Bi Xiuxin, but in the eyes of his master, Bi Xiuxin is the best Cihang Jingzhai Master, which is the most hurtful.