The rise of Tianzhu of Daqin

Chapter 311
In a trance, Yingxuan was in an unfamiliar space, the river was flowing slowly under his feet, and as far as the eye could see, it was a land of bones, where the seductive mandosahua stretched its waist against the wind and was in full bloom.

In the sky above the Bone Land, on an illusory light, a figure flickered.

By the river, a general in black armor couldn't see his face clearly, his arm was raised high, and then fell heavily.

Heads were chopped off one by one, and blood fell into the river, staining the river red.

Then the general drove the soldiers out of the Great Wall, and fought with the monsters. People kept bleeding, and people fell down. There were piles of corpses for a hundred miles.

"In the Battle of Liaoxi, the Marquis drove the Liaodong soldiers out of the customs, and there were only a few survivors. I have committed a heinous crime."

Ying Xuan laughed at himself, because of this matter, he tossed and turned, unable to rest in peace, had to leave the north and return to Xianyang to recuperate.

As soon as the screen changed, Yingxuan rode his horse from Youzhou Fortress with Liaodong Heijia and broke into one family after another in Liaodong. The butcher knife he raised never stopped. The prison is full of men, women, old and weak with terrified faces.

"After the Battle of Liaoxi, the two Liaos were empty, and the clans took the opportunity to make troubles. I bloodbathed the Liaodong family. Under the implicated, 10 people were executed successively. This is also my murder."

Then the picture changed, and it was Liaodong Heijia who broke into the hinterland of the monster clan and killed them.

Liaodong Heijia successively exterminated twelve clans and slaughtered millions of souls, everything was vivid in his mind, even if he didn't use this light curtain to remind Ying Xuan, Ying Xuan never forgot.

"Is this my murder?"

Ying Xuan said with a smile: "If I hadn't brought up the old things again today, I would have forgotten my past murders."

All of a sudden, there was a loud cry in the bones, and black shadows rose from the bones. There were human figures and monster shapes, and they were all ghosts and ghosts.

The red mandosa was swaying, blood rained down from the sky, wet Yingxuan's clothes and made them sticky, making him a little uncomfortable.

"Eat him, eat him!"

An indistinct voice rose up, and the black shadow turned into a grimace, and turned towards Yingxuan with overwhelming resentment.The grimace landed on Yingxuan's neck, he opened his mouth, and began to bite.

A sharp pain caused Ying Xuan to groan. Looking down, there was a small wound on his neck, and there was no blood flowing out, but a faint light radiated from it.

One by one, the grimaces rushed to Ying Xuan's body, submerged Ying Xuan, and began to bite Ying Xuan's body.

Ying Xuan only felt that his body was being eaten by thousands of ants, and the pain that penetrated into the bone marrow made Ying Xuan tremble involuntarily.

But Ying Xuan didn't make any sound from the beginning to the end, just watched the grimace gnawing his body.

When Ying Xuan opened his eyes again, the grimace had disappeared, and Ying's body had also recovered, but the bone-piercing pain still didn't disappear, instead it became more intense.

Under Yingxuan's feet was a road paved with white bones, which stretched above the Huangquan River, the other side that was also unknown.

"Is this the last section of the ghost path?"

Ying Xuan murmured, "Thousands of ghosts devour souls, like ants devour bones, it's nothing more than that, it's just a bit painful."

Taking a step forward and landing on the road of bones, the pain on his body broke out thousands of times. Ying Xuan thought he was used to this kind of pain. When the pain hit a hundred times, he still screamed out.

Standing up with difficulty, Ying Xuan took another three or five steps, and he was already panting, the pain had already numb his body, and every time he took a step, it took a stick of incense or even more time.

Ying Xuan gritted his teeth, and moved forward step by step. When he reached the center of Brother Huang Quan, his lips were livid and trembling, his teeth had been crushed, his body was convulsing and twitching constantly, and the pain remained unchanged. It's getting worse.

"Bear your sins and move forward with a burden, what's the point of your life?"

At some point, a female ghost in red appeared beside Ying Xuan, crawled on Ying Xuan's back, and whispered into Ying Xuan's ear.

"Living itself has meaning!"

Every time Ying Xuan uttered a word, it felt like his throat was being torn, but he still started talking with the ghost in red.

"Who are you?" Ying Xuan asked.

"I am your crime, your crime, have you seen the Mandosahua by the Huangquan River? That is all your crime."

"One, two, until now, there are mandosahua on both sides of the Huangquan River, all because of the blood you left behind."

"is it?"

Unmoved, Ying Xuan took another step forward while speaking.

"The other side of the Huangquan River is no different from this side. It's all your sins. What's waiting for you is still endless pain. What's the point of your struggling?"

The female ghost in red danced beside Ying Xuan, and said temptingly: "You have killed too many people, and there are too many stumbling blocks, you can't get to the opposite side."

"How do you know that I can't get to the opposite side?" Ying Xuan asked curiously.

"Don't believe me, look!"

Looking in the direction of the female ghost in red, the Huangquan River is unfathomably wide, and the long bone bridge stretches forward, and the bridgehead can no longer be seen.

Ying Xuan turned his head, and behind him was the long bone bridge with no end in sight.

"You can't get to the other side, and you can't turn back. What are you still insisting on?"

"Take your murder and jump into the Yellow Spring River, let him wash away the sin, isn't it good?" said the red ghost.

"The murder has already been committed, how can it be washed away?"

Ying Xuan said with a strange smile: "But this is not a crime, it is an ideal!"

"Ideal, is killing an ideal?"

"No, killing is the means, and the ideal is on the other side." Ying Xuan stretched out his finger, pointing to the other side of the Huangquan River.

"Really? It seems that I can't convince you?"

The female ghost in red said: "Then, my master, with your murder, sink in endless pain at any time!"

After finishing speaking, the woman in red turned into a mandosa flower and sank between Ying Xuan's eyebrows.

The Huangquan River was silent, and Yingxuan had walked for an unknown amount of time. The pain could no longer make him fight, so he could only crawl on the long bridge of white bones and move forward slowly.

But it looks so difficult!

"You are guilty, you deserve to die!"

A voice echoed in Yingxuan's ear, and Wuxie's grimace reappeared, roaring angrily.

Perhaps because he was very annoyed at Yingxuan's refusal to plead guilty, the black shadows turned into chains, locking Yingxuan's hands and feet, making him unable to move anymore.

Ying Xuan felt that his consciousness was being revived, his eyes were pitch black, and he could not see anything.

"Is it over?"

Yingxuan suddenly remembered a sentence: "Killing one is a crime, but killing ten thousand is a hero. If you kill 900 million, you will be a hero among heroes. There is a difference between heroes and heroes: see through thousands of years of benevolence and righteousness, but make this life a hero." "

"It's a pity, after all, we won't see the coming of the prosperous age."

"Daqin Changge Wuhou Yingxuan, fall!"

Ying Xuan muttered a sentence in his heart, couldn't hold on any longer, passed out completely, the long bridge of bones began to collapse, countless grimaces cheered happily, as if they were celebrating Ying's death.

A black lotus flower flew out of Ying Xuance's body, with a frightened grimace, and rushed towards the Huangquan River frantically.

But during the rotation of the black lotus, the space seemed to freeze, and the time seemed to freeze.

A series of ghost faces were scattered under the traction of the black lotus, and the ghost aura and the dead aura separated and merged into the two leaves respectively.

Then black lotus flowers appeared on the mandosahua on both sides of the Huangquan River, and the mandosahua prostrated on the ground as if bowing to a king.Then the chemical blood-colored mist flew into the fourth leaf of the black lotus.

After finishing everything, the black lotus dragged Ying Xuan's side contentedly, and flew to the other side of the Huangquan River, and finally disappeared between Ying Xuan's eyebrows.

When Ying Xuan opened his eyes again, he was already in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"I'm alive?"

"Could it be that everything just now was an illusion? But the feeling of pain is too real."

When Ying Xuan turned his head, he saw the nine-leaf black lotus in the central lake of the Sea of ​​Consciousness.

At this moment, the black lotus has grown four leaves.

The first piece is purple-black, full of evil spirits; the second piece is black and white, full of dead air, and the leaves have withered; It is blood red, murderous and breathtaking.

After carefully measuring the black lotus, Ying Xuance couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

"Evil spirit, death spirit, ghost spirit, and murderous spirit are not serious things. What the hell are you?"

"There are a hundred good and ten thousand evils in the world. Next, what kind of evil can satisfy you?"

"Forget it, when I really die on that day, and you bury it deep with me, everything will be unimportant."

The black lotus didn't seem to understand what Ying Xuan said, and just swayed the four leaves.

(End of this chapter)