martial arts mythology system

Chapter 487

It is night, and the stars follow their tracks.

Tens of thousands of lights on the earth fell to the ground like stars and fell to the mountain and Aping Valley.

The warriors who retreated from the wild jungle returned to the country, but the atmosphere was completely different from when they came.

At that time, he was full of enthusiasm and rushed to the wild jungle with the vision of sacrificing his life to save the country, full of enthusiasm and pride.

When he left at this time, he found that the lofty aspirations he had had when he came here were all empty talk, and he failed to save the world... Even if he lost the war, he also lost his ideals.

Although Beizhou was resurrected unexpectedly, it made people feel so aggrieved.

"Hey, I heard that the Emperor Zhenwu in the court that day was Han Feng, the head of the Hanging Sword Division!"

Several quacks chatted around the bonfire, relaxing after a big battle, and there were thousands of similar bonfires.

"Isn't that right? Some people have seen it hundreds of miles away. When Dijun Han raised his hand, the sky was filled with thunder and light, and the four great innates of the underworld were directly blown to death."

"One move to scare the four great innates to death? Isn't that the god and demon?"

"What else can it be if it's not a god and demon? Think about it, what is its honorable name? Emperor Zhenwu!"

The unshaven middle-aged warrior was still gesticulating while talking.

"You're right," the young martial artist on the side nodded, but his expression was still a bit puzzled, "But didn't you say that Master Han died in the Zen Forest of Compassion? Why did he become Emperor Zhenwu again?" ?”

"How can we know about important people?"

The middle-aged warrior waved his hand, then thought for a while and speculated:
"Maybe it's because they went down to the earth to experience calamities. Don't these innate gods like to make some gods and ghosts?"

A few people were talking, and a martial artist with a scar on his face suddenly became angry:
"Tch, if you want me to say that Han Feng is a deceitful person who stole the world's reputation. Back then, he fought against the Red Emperor of Tianting in the Compassionate Zen Forest and gained a reputation in the sky, but now he can't hold back and shows his feet."

The warrior was stopped by the middle-aged warrior just after he finished speaking, and after looking left and right, he gave him a hard look:
"Pay attention to your fucking words! Discussion is discussion, don't talk nonsense! Now that Heavenly Court has defeated the entire Beizhou, you are already the titular co-owner of Beizhou. If you are found out, you will end up here for the rest of your life." !"

"Afraid he won't succeed? My life was picked up from the wild jungle. Anyone who wants me can give it to him!"

Scar Warrior yelled loudly, and several people nearby hurried over to pull him.

Not far away, in front of the same bonfire, the atmosphere of the group was oppressive.

"Just let him talk nonsense like this?"

Meng Yuqi's delicate face was full of anger.

Xuanjiansi and Zhengdao withdrew from the wild jungle together, Gu Yunzhou, Guo Qinhan, and Meng Yuqi and his party were also among them. Listening to the gossip of the nearby martial arts experts, Xiao Meng could no longer restrain the urge to draw his sword.

It was still Gu Yunzhou who knew something, stretched out his hand to hold Xiaomeng's shoulder, and shook his head:

"Calm down... Beizhou Zhengdao was defeated in the wild jungle. Even if we now know that the Heavenly Court erected the Demon World Buddha for the sake of saving the world, it will not relieve the resentment in the hearts of the quacks. Going up to talk to them now is just adding to the trouble." .”

"Then we just let them slander Brother Han?"

Meng Yuqi's eyes widened.

Being fixed on by Meng Yuqi's eyes, Gu Yunzhou couldn't help turning his face away.

At this moment, Guo Qinhan cleared his throat, and took over the conversation:

"Anyway, it is an indisputable fact that Han Feng is now the Emperor of Heaven, and we can't point out where those quacks are wrong..."

Following Guo Qinhan's words, Jian Qingci and Zhang Lie fell silent, but Lao Bai didn't care at all, stealing dry food from the sidelines...

"So you don't believe in Big Brother Han, right? He is the one who saved the entire Beizhou, but because he didn't follow the same path as us, you all think he is a bad guy."

"Xiao Meng, it was Han Feng who asked Heaven to make rules for Kyushu. All the quacks in the wild jungles can hear it clearly... He doesn't want to take a different path, he wants to be the emperor of the world."

Gu Yunzhou's voice was low and gentle, as if he was persuading.

But Meng Yuqi was too stupid to listen any longer, so she stood up abruptly:

"Yes, so Big Brother Han is a bad guy, right? The one who fought with us on Qishan Mountain, and the one who risked his life in Qilian Mountain Villa was ours, isn't that Brother Han?"

Gu Yunzhou didn't look at Meng Yuqi, but said softly:

"On Mount Qi, the one who finally defeated King Zhuanlun...was Emperor Zhenwu. Now that I think about it, everything can be explained."

"Explain...explain what?" With tears in her eyes, Meng Yuqi looked at her companions, and finally at Lao Bai who was stealing dry food:

"Brother Bai, tell them, Brother Han is not a bad person!"

Lao Bai smiled awkwardly and politely, but didn't speak.

Xiaomeng's heart seemed to sink into the water.

At this moment, Luo Qingrou ran over, panting and nervous.

"It's not good, Sister Bai! Sister Bai is gone!"

With a swipe, both Gu Yunzhou and Guo Qinhan stood up.

Missing at this time, there can only be one where Bai Feihuang goes...

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In the depths of the wild jungle, on top of the pagoda in the demon world.

Nine giant silver iron chains extend from the top of the Yaoshi Futu Pagoda to connect to the Shushan Mountain hanging upside down in the sky.

The Buddha of the Demon World, Fumu of Fuxie and Mount Shu have become the symbols of heaven.

On the Shu Mountain, in the main hall, Han Feng sat opposite Xiao Cangsheng and Curse World Lord.

From a certain point of view, these are the three people who hold the highest power in Beiwulin.

Among the three of them, a map of Kyushu formed by clear light and shadow was suspended.

Han Feng tapped lightly on the channel node between North Martial Arts and Zhongzhou:

"Within Zhongzhou, the Underworld has lost its four gods, and the Boundless Demon City and the Sansheng Township are fighting endlessly. Perhaps it is the time when the Heavenly Court takes over."

Laughing but shaking his head:

"The Heavenly Court is initially determined. I think stability is the most important thing. The three halls of Dongzhou have lost three points of combat power through the calculations of the Infinity Lord. If the Heavenly Court can capture the East Martial Forest this time, and then combine the power of Dongzhou and Beizhou to set foot in Zhongzhou, then they will be able to fight." There is a real tendency to destroy."

Han Feng glanced at Curse World Lord, seeing that he was silent, he continued to speak:
"This method is safe, but it's a pity that there are too many uncertainties in the mainland of Kyushu. Even in this northern continent, there are still wars and disasters dominating one side of the sky. I'm afraid the heavens will be hindered by it."

The Cursed World Lord muttered:
"Since this is the case, we may arrange for the remnants of the righteous way of Beizhou to fight against the sky of war, and use the power of the righteous way to explore the reality of the sky of war for the heaven."

"Oh, that's unnecessary," Han Feng waved his hand, "Since Beizhou is already ruled by the Heavenly Court, the remnants of the Righteous Dao don't need to worry about them, as long as this Beizhou is ruled by the Heavenly Court... If someone in the Righteous Dao makes trouble, it will be up to them." Emperor Fengdu suppresses it."

"Follow the order."

Curse the Lord respectfully.

At this moment, Xiao Qiushui, God of Wealth and Martial Arts, walked in:

"Emperor, there is a righteous martial artist who came deep into the demon world with a sword..."

Hearing this, Han Feng raised his eyebrows and smiled:
"Oh? Going deep alone, you still need to report to the God of Wealth himself. Which innate is this right way?"

Xiao Qiushui shook his head:

"It's not... it's... Xuan Jiansi holding the sword—Bai Feihuang."

"Ok?"

Han Feng stared at the map of Kyushu for a moment, then slowly raised his eyes.

Outside the Demon World Futu, Bai Feihuang in a white robe came with a knife in hand, two or three strands of her tied long hair were scattered on her forehead, reflecting a pair of firm eyes.

Before Xiao Qiushui went to the main hall of Shushan Mountain, he had given instructions that millions of evil spirits around the Yaoshi Futu never stopped him, so Bai Feihuang's current cultivation could reach the Yaoshi Buddha.

It's just that, just standing in front of the huge demon tower, the girl holding the knife already looks extremely small.

Although small, the pace of progress remains unchanged.

"Long time no see, Feihuang."

Qing Ang's voice came, and the golden holy energy fell from the sky above the Demon World Stupa, turning into a god-man in emperor robes with loose long hair.

Frowning lightly, Han Feng looked at the girl in the white robe with unwashed blood, feeling infinitely emotional.

Looking at the Emperor of the Heavenly Court in front of him, Bai Feihuang tightened his hand holding the knife, his eyes seemed to be filled with ice that could not be melted:
"Long time no see, Han Dijun."

Han Feng heard her words, looked at the knife in her hand, and understood her purpose.

She came to make a deal with herself.

Or... do you want to draw a line with me, the lord of the heaven...

To draw the line between life and death?
(End of this chapter)