Three days ago, the decree that was transmitted to the counties west of Tongguan showed incomparable power, and the people had already fled more than 100 miles from Tongguan to Chang'an. Officials of all sizes in various counties also hurriedly packed up their finesse, took their wives and children, hung up their robes, and abandoned their officials. is one or two hot-blooded officials, determined to serve the court with one life, and suddenly found that his soldiers had already escaped, so what could he do except sigh?

The night before Ji Ruochen's 50,000 troops left the customs, the west gate of Chang'an City was quietly opened, and a convoy quietly left Chang'an under the escort of thousands of imperial forest troops, and ran all the way to Xichuan. The curtains on the windows of an inconspicuous carriage in the center were lifted, revealing a clear and white face. He looked at the majestic Chang'an that was gradually disappearing under the night, and couldn't help but sigh, stunned, and almost burst into tears.

Looking at that face, it is vaguely similar to the Son of Heaven of this dynasty, Ming Emperor Longji.

Ji Ruochen's march this time was not hurried, and he did not have the momentum of leading the demon soldiers to run a hundred miles a day, and he only advanced forty miles a day, and then camped to rest. The places where he camped were all open on all sides, easy to attack and difficult to defend, did not avoid the woods, did not close the avenues, the flags were like forests during the day, and the campfires were like day at night. With such fanfare, all the way west.

The news that Ji Ruochen waved his army to take Xijing directly came out, and he had already annoyed Guo Ziyi, who was moving his army straight into Fanyang in northern Xinjiang. Guo Ziyi originally used the troops safely, and when he heard this report, he immediately sent 5,000 elites to march lightly and enter Hebei Province, and wanted to copy Ji Ruochen's lair to save Zhao by besieging Wei. How do you know that after a month of hard work, Jitianxia has already laid down thousands of demon soldiers in Hebei Province, and personally commanded the battle. The two armies fought for two days, Fang Shi fought a big battle, 5,000 against 5,000, and killed a big battle in Hebei Province, as a result, Guo Ziyi was defeated, and the 5,000 elites were almost wiped out, Guo Ziyi only led dozens of personal soldiers to fight out of the encirclement, and finally left a life.

After this battle, Guo Ziyi did not dare to enter Hebei Province lightly, and ordered all the troops to stop in the same place. After thinking about countermeasures, he sent an envoy to the west, promising heavy benefits, and wanted to borrow troops from Zhuhu in the Western Regions. In Guo Ziyi's opinion, only by taking advantage of Hu Qi's strength and cooperating with his own army deployment can he restrain Ji Ruochen's ghostly demon pawn.

Ji Ruochen's 50,000-strong army had just left Tongguan, and on Xixuan Mountain, Ziyang Zhenren got the news. He pondered for a moment, then ordered the disciple who had reported the news to retreat, return to the study, take down three rosewood boxes from the bookshelf, put them on the bookcase, and solemnly open them one by one.

Each of the three wooden boxes contained a roll of snow-white rice paper, a wolf hao xiaokai, and a jade seal. Ziyang Zhenren took out the rice paper in the box, spread them out one by one, and after a little muttering, he dipped himself in ink with a small regular pen, brushed and brushed each book on two pieces of rice paper to count the lines, and then stamped it with a jade seal, and then threw the two pieces of paper back into the rosewood box that was originally in place. The moment the paper is put into the box, the wooden box suddenly bursts up a real fire that is a foot high and bright, and after the real fire is extinguished, the wooden box is empty, and there is no dust in it.

In the convoy that left Chang'an at night, two people were taking out the white scarves in their sleeves to wipe their sweat. That is, to flee, the convoy is very urgent, although the carriage decoration is ordinary and very inconspicuous, but the horse driving is a good horse in a thousand, not long in time, has left Chang'an ten miles. Although it was still a winter night, the cold wind was bitter, and the servants and soldiers of the forbidden army who were running briskly were all covered in sweat. Although these two people have quite identities and each have a horse to ride, they are also sweaty on their foreheads, mixed with dust on their faces, and they look very embarrassed, so wiping their faces is really a normal move.

The white scarf dangled in front of him, and several lines of small characters suddenly floated on it. After the two of them understood it, the small characters disappeared, and this white scarf became an ordinary cloth towel, stained with sweat and dust, and collected in the sleeve. The two were actually not far apart, and the people next to them didn't notice anything abnormal, but they saw each other's movements. The two men looked at each other in a little surprise and meaning, and then they turned their heads as if nothing had happened.

It was past midnight, Ziyang Zhenren looked at the third piece of rice paper, and Wolf Hao Xiaokai lifted it several times, and then put it down again. Between the groans, it took two hours to pass before the pen was slowly put down. There are only a dozen words written on this rice paper, and every word seems to be heavier than a thousand pounds. Ziyang Zhenren still didn't seem to be at ease, and read it repeatedly, thinking carefully, if it was another half an hour, before he put the pen and put it down, and the jade seal left a bright red seal on the rice paper, and then turned into green smoke and left. It wasn't until the bright moon set in the west that Ziyang Zhenzhen made up his mind and threw the pen and paper into the last rosewood box. Looking at the real fire rising from the wooden box, Ziyang Zhenren's eyebrows tightened, and he felt that on his shoulders, another thousand catties of boulder was pressed.

In the convoy outside Chang'an, a person suddenly woke up from his dream, turned over and sat up. The style and interior of this carriage are more unpretentious, and the space is very cramped, but he is the only one in the car, and his status is obviously extraordinary. He took out a white silk sweat towel from his sleeve, shook it open, and carefully read the more than ten words on the sweat towel by taking advantage of the dim moonlight that penetrated through the gap in the car window, and then put the sweat towel away. He thought for a moment, sighed faintly, took out a small rosewood box from the clothes wrapped in the scattered pile under the seat of the carriage, stroked it for a moment, and slowly opened it.

In addition to the precious materials, the carving skills of this wooden box are mediocre, and it is also common in the homes of ordinary wealthy people. The surface of the wooden box is oily and slippery, and it is clear that it is often fumbled for opening and closing. If someone has clairvoyance, they will be surprised to find that this wooden box is exactly the same as the three wooden boxes placed on the Ziyang real bookshelf.

The white, slightly swollen hands groped in the box, slowly taking out an object. In the moonlight through the window, the few brown spots on these hands were particularly conspicuous.

When the rosewood box was closed, it was placed in the clothes and utensils under the seat. The man lay down again, the carriage was cold, wrapped tightly in a brocade quilt, and fell into a deep sleep amid the sound of the wheels.

The top of Xixuan Mountain, the top of Mogan Peak, the Taishang Daode Palace under the night is towering, the rare flowers are strange and beautiful, and the wild beasts and birds are hesitantly walking, a peaceful scene. The group repaired the mountain, and the various past events of the fall of real people seem to have been buried deep in the bottom of the long river of time.

The side door of the Taishang Daode Palace opened, and more than ten mermaids rushed out. In the open space outside the door, three Qingluan had already fallen. More than ten Taoist priests each took out a silk silk, tied to the feet of Qingluan, patted Qingluan's back for the first person, and the three Qingluan spread their wings and flew up, each pulling several Taoist priests who flew with qi and flew towards Chang'an.

Flying with Qingluan towing, firstly, it is several times faster than the monk's own flight, and secondly, the breath of Qingluan and other sacred birds is integrated with heaven and earth, and when flying, it will not alarm the monks along the way, and it can be kept secret. It's just that Qingluan is deeply spiritual, and he is no worse than people. If they are allowed to live in a group for a long time, they need to be suppressed by virtuous and powerful people, and if they want to be sent, they must pay a lot of valuable elixir treasures for them to improve their cultivation and condense the inner pill.

Even with the Fengjia world hidden by the Daode Sect, if it is not a hundred thousand urgent, it is not willing to easily use the few Qingluan raised in the palace. However, in the whole world, only the Daode Sect can deter and raise such a divine bird as Qingluan. Speaking in detail, these Qingluan are still ambushed by the previous generation of Dongxuan Zhenren, after the Dongxuan Immortal goes, Ziwei Gong is fast, and he shows the appearance of soaring at a young age, and he also suppresses these Qingluan. After Ziwei soars, there may be no one in the Daode Sect who can subdue these Qingluan, and most of them will leave Xixuan, and from then on, the sea and the sky will be free.

Dead. Fifty miles outside Chang'an City, there is a large-scale, brightly lit camp.

If you look at the size of the camp, this big camp can accommodate 200,000 troops, but there are only 50,000 demon soldiers in the camp at the moment. Anyway, the demon army moves quickly, and it takes less than half a day to walk forty miles a day, and the rest of the camp is camped and has a lot of time to build simple fortifications, so Ji Ruochen ordered the camp to be larger, so that the demon pawns and Yin generals can rest well, and secondly, to leave enough open space in the camp for the disciples of the Daode Sect to set up the banner array altar. At this moment, Ji Ruochen's Dao and Dao hearts have advanced one layer further, and the exquisite heart in the mountains and rivers has transformed into a thousand-petal dark lotus, and at this moment, the divine power has greatly advanced. At the time of the fugue, within the 100 zhang of the Chinese army's big tent, if there is no supreme Qing cultivation, the shemales will not be able to gain a foothold. In this way, a camp of this size is just being used.

Ji Ruochen sat in the tent, staring at the map in front of him, thinking about the march, but his thoughts couldn't be concentrated, and he had already drifted to Qingcheng Mountain.

Zhang Yinyin persuaded him to be innocent and eagerly longing, how could he not know? Although there were only a few fragments of his memories from his previous life, after talking with Ji Bingxian and Yun Feng, he already knew a lot about the moral past. The gentle Tsing Yi also surfaced out of the sea of knowledge. In fact, he remembers the night with Tsing Yi, and also remembers a lot of past experiences with her. This little demon in Tsing Yi, who is as soft as spring water, is also seven points similar to the figure of Tingting transformed by the last bit of Qingying in the wilderness. But in his eyes, the resemblance was a resemblance, not a god. For Ji Ruochen, who travels to the Eight Wildernesses every day, no matter how he looks at people and demons, he looks at his god rather than his shape. Even if Tsing Yi and Qing Ying's appearance are exactly the same, but they are not the same, for him, it is completely different.

He was willing to take great risks and return to the world, firstly, to find the source of Qingying, and secondly, not to resentful of the past events in his previous life, and to come but unfinished enmity. Qing Ying didn't know where he came from, and he might not be able to find the source in the world, which he already knew, so he was not in a hurry. If he can't find it all over the world, he will go to the Yellow Spring, or go down to the Nine Shadows, even if he searches all the capitals, or goes straight to the fairy realm, and then returns to the Star Palace, what will he do? In short, he will find it one realm by another.

Although he also longs to meet Tsing Yi, like Zhang Yinyin, these are not enough for him to let go of his past grievances. Ji Ruochen didn't know that Su Ji was forcing Jitianxia to plan an attack on Qingxu these days, but it wasn't until today that he really made up his mind to no longer avoid it, and he was determined to go to Qingxu last time. As for Emperor Ming and Concubine Yang, they are also two people who cannot be let go. After Ji Ruochen returned to the world, he had arrested many monks from various sects and sects, and under pressure, he already knew that Emperor Ming ordered the world's group of cultivators to besiege Daodaozong, and ninety percent of the reason was due to Yang Yuhuan's frame-up. In his previous life, he had also seen Yang Yuhuan, but he really didn't expect that she would set up such a poisonous plan to stir up the grievances between the monks of the world and the Daode Sect. Even today, Chang'an City has been looked at from afar, and Ji Ruochen still hasn't figured out why Concubine Yang wants to do such a bloody thing, but there is no obvious benefit.

However, now Ji Ruochen has no interest in knowing her motives, for him, Emperor Yang and Concubine Yang can be regarded as something in the palm of his hand at this moment, since they made the decision to besiege Daode Sect in the first place, they must be responsible for it.

There is one more thing that Ji Ruochen has never understood, that is, why the Daode Sect wants to break the source of the world's spiritual energy, and why the snake wants to send the Shenzhou Qi Luck Map to the world. He grew up in the wilderness, and his knowledge was far from comparable to that of his previous life, and he knew that although the snake of the lord of the east of the wilderness rushed to the world was only a clone, his ontological path would inevitably be greatly affected, and he would have to lose thirty percent of it. For example, the demon of Huangquan such as the snake is a three-way way, and I am afraid that I will not be able to make up for it after tens of thousands of years of cultivation. According to the Shenzhou Qi Fortune Map, there are a total of 24 sources of spiritual energy in the world, corresponding to the 24 solar terms. Every three auras correspond to an innate hexagram to correspond to the number of eight trigrams. If there is no gossip, there will be an imbalance between heaven and earth, and there will be chaos in the world. The Tao Te Sect has already taken three sources of spiritual energy, and if one more is taken, the innate gossip of the source of spiritual power will be broken. There is no way to change the lives of the people. Although the Dao Dao Sect has also acted in the past, looking at its thousand-year-old Dao system, after all, it is still the leader of the righteous path, how could it suddenly make such a move that disrupts the world?

Perhaps, if you can come back alive from Qingxu Palace, you should go to Ziyang Zhenren to ask for an understanding. Ji Ruochen thought so.

Yin Feng is a true immortal, although he regards mortals in the world as ants, but he is unwilling to let the ants be bullied and slaughtered, so he intervenes to stop the Tao Te Sect. Ji Ruochen incarnated as a demon god, although the Yin soldiers and ghost soldiers under his command were ignorant and ignorant, and they were no different from ants in his eyes, but the Yin soldiers under his command were destroyed by the hands of the ghost car and the Han Zhu, and he was also furious, and he did not hesitate to return to the Yin Division, and only stopped after killing the ghost car. If he hadn't been able to find the whereabouts of Han Qi for a while, he would have returned to the world to level Xijing, even if he killed all over the wilderness, he would have found Han Qi out and killed him.

What Yin Feng did couldn't be said to be wrong, or for the true immortal, he did exactly what he should do. And for Ji Ruochen, there are countless reasons to sweep away the wind. If the cause is right or wrong, if it is only in this life and this life, then it can still be explained clearly and reasoned clearly. But if it involves the past life and the next life, the rights and wrongs are like a ball, cutting constantly, and the reasoning is messy.

Yin Feng and Ji Ruochen, once they came from the sky and rose from the earth, they can't be said to be wrong, but the path they are walking is the opposite, and they are destined to have a life and death on Qingcheng Mountain.

Ji Ruochen sighed and put down his chaotic thoughts for the time being. Outside the tent, there was a faint light in the sky, and it was already dawn, and the neighing of people and horses began to be heard in the camp. After another hour, the demon guards had breakfast, and they should set out of camp and set off to camp again ten miles outside Chang'an. Early the day after tomorrow, it was time to attack Xijing.

For an hour, it is not long to say to Ji Ruochen, nor is it short. He closed his eyes again and sank into the quiet place of ignorance and unconsciousness, and the four-star monarch on the Ding of King Wen's mountains and rivers became busy again, and he couldn't stop extracting the power of the Nine Heavens Star River, and then turned into countless starlight, sprinkled on the lotus that bloomed in Ding's heart.

The starlight rains down like rain, and it is brilliant in all directions. As soon as it touches the petals of the Lotus Lotus, the Starlight will be sucked clean by the Lotus Lotus. There is also infinite yin qi and earth fire that converges along Ji Ruochen's divine consciousness to the bottom of the peak, turning into a raging yin fire, scorching the Dark Lotus. Nourished by the starlight and tempered by the earth's fire, the color of several petals in the lotus gradually faded, and finally one of them turned into nothingness.

An hour had just passed, and when I heard the trumpet of the army in the camp, the demon soldiers had already finished breakfast, packed up the camp tent, and prepared to set off. Ji Ruochen opened his eyes and was quite satisfied with today's entry.

When all the thousands of lotus petals of the Lotus turn into nothingness, it is the day when his deeds are completed.

In the early morning of the next day, 50,000 demon soldiers had just arrived outside the east gate of Chang'an, and they had not yet had time to set up a formation or set up camp. The garrison captain who stayed in Chang'an did not fire a single arrow, so he opened the city and surrendered. At this moment, in the huge Chang'an City, there are only less than 2,000 old and weak remnants left, and the slightly stronger soldiers are all taken by the Ming Emperor to escort them, but the imperial order left to him is to lead the army to defend Xijing, and not to let the thief army step into Xijing, and behead if he violates the order. How did this make the garrison lieutenant choose? As soon as Ji Ruochen's army arrived, he surrendered immediately.

The moment the ink-colored soft sedan car entered the city gate, Ji Ruochen opened the sedan curtain, glanced at the ancient capital of several dynasties, experienced the gloomy atmosphere that had been precipitated for thousands of years, and then put down the sedan curtain.

The 50,000 demon pawns were divided into ten columns, and Ji Ruochen's soft sedan fish penetrated into the city. Although there were many demon pawns, none of them spoke, only the sound of boots and hooves. The northern army marched forward in a roundabout way, heading straight for Miyagi. There was silence in Chang'an City, and every household closed their doors, not even daring to peek through the cracks in the windows, for fear of provoking this legendary demon army that would eat human brains.

The army marched solemnly, and suddenly heard a shout among the houses next to the road: "Traitorous demon! Take your life!" A figure jumped into the air from the private house, shouted "Boom!", and bursts of thunder exploded in his palm, and a dark red real fire shot out of the air, hitting the ink-colored soft sedan chair. This person is not very old when he hears the voice, but the thunder in his palm and the samadhi fire make him look decent and quite hot, and he can be regarded as a talent.

Within a radius of thousands of zhang, all movements could not be concealed from Ji Ruochen's divine sense and spiritual sense, this person's cultivation was mediocre, and he was full of murderous aura, where could he hide it? But today, Ji Ruochen no longer needs to take action in person, as soon as this person jumps up, more than ten generals and demon pawns in the northern army rushed up at the same time, rushed up, and knocked down the assassin in mid-air, firmly binding. As for the real fire, there was already a Taoist priest of the Daode Sect, who waved out a piece of real water lightly and extinguished the fire.

After the assassin was captured, he still struggled desperately and cursed, but his Taoism may be more than ten times higher than that of ordinary demon pawns, but at this moment he was lifted to the ground, and the competition was pure strength. If he is powerful, probably any demon pawn can take care of him. His masked black scarf had already been torn off, revealing a young and handsome face. The demon guards touched his whole body with more than a dozen big hands, searched out the bits and pieces up and down, and spread them out all over the ground. Rao was he had the heart to die generously, but he was searched in a thrilling place by the rough hands of the demon pawns, and he couldn't help screaming.

The army of demon pawns continued to move forward as if there had never been an assassination. A general asked beside the soft sedan chair, "General, how did this person fall?"

"Kill it. Ji Ruochen said lightly.

That person also had some Taoism, so he naturally heard Ji Ruochen's words, so he scolded very loudly, and asked the people of Chang'an to rise up and resist and divide the corpse and eat meat of this traitor who brought disaster to the country and the people. It's a pity that until his head hit the ground, he didn't see a single family echo, but every household closed the door more closely.

This assassin passed like a dragonfly, and Ji Ruochen didn't even bother to pay attention to what faction he was from. Just because, the majestic palace city is already in front of you.

A few days ago, in the prosperous palace city, there were some dilapidated signs at this moment. The precious things in the palace have already been moved by the Ming Emperor, and after the Ming Emperor left, the palace people and eunuchs swept away everything that could be taken and moved, and fled in all directions. At this moment, in the palace city with continuous houses and more than 100 halls, only some palace eunuchs who are too old to walk and unable to escape are left and waiting for death in dementia.

The ink-colored soft sedan chair stopped outside the gate of the palace, and Ji Ruochen lifted the curtain and got out of the sedan chair and slowly walked into the palace. He entered from the noon gate, crossed the Taiqian Palace, crossed the Jinshui Bridge, passed through the Cloud Pavilion, and stopped until the Palace of Eternal Life, and then stopped.

The hall of eternal life is paved with black jade, and the hidden culvert under the jade bricks is still flowing with hot spring water, although it is a cold winter, this hall of eternal life is still warm as spring. On the black jade bricks that are as smooth as a mirror, you can vaguely imagine the wonderful scenery of Yang Fei's jade ring and bare feet, dancing and dancing. On the dragon bed carved from red sandalwood in the hall, the brocade tassel has long been gone, and the dragon bed has also collapsed, and many traces of knife splitting and axe chisel can be seen. I thought that the eunuchs who came to the palace wanted to dismantle this bed and transport it away, but they had no choice but to leave a little bit of the style of the day in this palace.

Ji Ruochen walked around the Hall of Eternal Life for several weeks, stroking the carved pillars of the painting, and suddenly a strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart, indescribable, as if he was concerned and hated. This feeling is like a shock, it is gone in a flash, and no matter how much he thinks about it after that, he can't find it back.

When he wandered in the Palace of Eternal Life, on Chang'an City, a few Qingyue long roars faintly fell, and then more than ten Taoist priests fell, all of them fell outside the Hall of Eternal Life. At this moment, the demon guards had already protected the surroundings of the palace, but they were ordered by Ji Ruochen, and none of them stepped into the palace. And the old and weak palace people left in the palace city, how could they get close to Ji Ruochen's thousands of feet, Ji Ruochen's consciousness shook slightly, and these palace people were shocked, and rushed to the outside of the palace like crazy, and they were all taken down by the demon guards.

Above the cumulus clouds, the three-headed Qingluan circled for several weeks, and with a long roar, it turned around and flew towards Xixuanshan. This kind of divine bird, between the fluttering wings, is already thousands of feet away, as fast as a streamer.

The door of the Hall of Eternal Life opened, and all the Taoist priests entered the hall one by one. Stepping into the Hall of Eternal Life, which has left countless good stories since it was built, it is such a dilapidated scene in the eyes, although these Taoist priests are firm, they can't help but feel a lot of emotion.

Ji Ruochen slowly turned around, bowed to the Daode Sect, and greeted: "Taiyin Zhenren, Ziyun Zhenren, I haven't seen you for a long time, everything is okay?"

The battle of Dao Daozong coming to Chang'an this time was really not small, and there were actually two real people who came together. Taiyin Zhenren's eyes were blazing, staring at Ji Ruochen up and down for a long time, Fang exhaled a breath and said, "What a powerful young man! Are you really Ji Ruochen?"

Ji Ruochen smiled and said, "You can say yes, you can also say no." It doesn't matter if it's actually or not. The two real people should have other important things to do here, so let's do it first! ”

Taiyin Zhenren immediately said: "It's okay! Then we're welcome." ”

With a wave of his hand, more than ten Taoists took out their tools, first determined the direction of the earth's airflow, and then calculated the time of the day, designated a point, and took this as a starting point, secretly following a certain rule, pried up the black jade bricks on the ground one by one, revealing the water diversion culverts crisscrossing the bricks. The seven Taoist priests then formed a formation, and the eyes of the formation condensed into a cloud of mist, and slowly floated towards the ground in the center of the hall. The water mist seems to be ordinary, but there is a mysterious Taoist power in it, and the ground soil and stone touch, whether it is rammed earth or blue rock, it is like snow meets the sun, and it disappears quickly. Seeing that there was a deep pit with a radius of three zhang and a depth of more than ten zhang in the hall. The seven Taoist priests had a long breath and a deep Taoism, and the magic circle dissipated the earth and water mist drifted down one after another, as if it would never stop, and the deep pit in the heart of the temple also deepened one by one.

Ji Ruochen quietly watched the group of Dao Shi Wei on the side, although he had found three spiritual acupoints in his previous life, it was the first time he had witnessed how to obtain the source of spiritual power.

It was getting late, and the deep pit in the Hall of Eternal Life had already been unknown, and among the seven Taoist priests who had set up the array, three of them had exhausted the true yuan and were filled by others.

The Hall of Eternal Life suddenly trembled slightly, and a fierce aura suddenly rushed out of the deep pit, and there were bursts of angry roars, obviously I don't know which ancient beast's lair it dug into. Taiyin Zhenren's face was happy, not only was he not afraid, but he jumped into the pit, and in an instant, he had fallen thousands of feet.

The roar of the beast in the pit suddenly became louder, and a wail was heard, obviously as soon as the battle was made, it suffered a big loss under the hands of Taiyin Zhenren. Only listening to the roar of the strange beast in the center of the earth twice, Ji Ruochen knew that his Dao was profound, not to mention that he had cultivated for 1,800 years, and it was not much worse than the Divine Bird Qingluan who came with Taiyin Zhenren. These thousand-year-old beasts all have powerful magic energy, and even if they are at the level of a real person, it will take a lot of effort to clean them up. Taiyin's true humanistic cultivation is not outstanding, and Ziyun is half a catty and eight taels, and he actually has the upper hand in one face, which makes Ji Ruochen also a little surprised.

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