One person guards the lonely city, invincible in the world

Chapter 58

Holy City.

Heavy snow clusters rolled like thick smoke, and the wind and snow were wrapped in blood fog and spinning like a top, and the people in the city couldn't open their eyes.

I can open it, but I just don't want to open it.

The white-haired man at the head of the city is too glaring and terrifying!

From human to lunatic.

Then to ghosts.

Finally returned to the human body.

Nothing seems to have changed, but the empire has endured humiliation time and time again, accumulating to this night, it is no less than the sky falling!
It's more than ravages, it's like riding on the head and shitting, full of joy and thought it was a perfect punishment, but it turned into a gorgeous return of a lonely soul...

"go home."

Gu Changan's smile gradually faded, and he suddenly raised his head to look at the dark sky, staring blankly for a while, and finally looked at the hovering [-] green blades.

The National Fortune Sword rolled a few times in the air, as if showing off in joy, the colorful light was dragged like a comet, and quickly flew towards the mainland of China.

Immediately afterwards, the sea of ​​[-] swords was turbulent and mighty, one sword after another, following the colorful sword like an obedient child.

The whole city is dead silent, only Jianming is left.

After a long and depressing wait, the sword that fell at the end flew away from the sky city, and the nine land gods remained indifferent from beginning to end.

"kill!"

Tuoba Tianxia is like a beast trapped in a cage, jumping like a thunder, tearing and biting wildly, but can't bite the dense silence.

"Emperor Caesar, please kill this Hannu!!" She turned her head and screamed, her voice was like a sharp awl, piercing through the numb hearts of others.

Gu Changan remained expressionless.

Abyss Castle was silent.

The few giants who were closest to the ascension did not step out of the square after all.

Not to mention whether it can be killed.

So what?

Crushing the body, then transforming the soul, and then recasting, just go through it again.

"The evening wind in the holy city is very charming."

Gu Changan murmured softly, and then took graceful steps at the top of the city as if nothing had happened.

The killing was too much, and vague thoughts were born again, but now I can control myself from going crazy, and it doesn't matter if I go crazy once in a while.

The white hair danced with the wind, and the dance was clumsy at first, but it gradually became better and more pleasing to the eye. At least in the eyes of a few Central Plains spies, this was a great solo dance, and just watching it made the blood boil.

The hearts of practitioners in the holy city were like dead ashes. At this moment, the pain was like a blunt knife scraping the flesh, and the dignity was also gone.

Where is the devil dancing solo, he is clearly admiring his own masterpiece.

Countless people lowered their proud heads, only daring to stare at the bloody ground.

What nonsense, what is sacred and inviolable, what is the innate noble blood of the people of the empire.

all fake!

Gu Chang'an felt a little tired, he stopped his pace and jumped down from the top of the wall, seeming to be talking to himself, but also to the whole world:

"I'll be back."

Slowly walk through the snow, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The nine radiant gates of heaven disappeared, and the old monsters looked back at Yue Zhiguang's body, and flew into the abyss in despair.

Who's next turn?

How far and how much effort do you have to put in before you can completely eradicate Gu Changan?

Before that, they always felt that tomorrow would be monotonous, with one layer unchanged.

But after tonight, tomorrow and every day in the future are variables.

The sky is no longer radiant, the holy city is shrouded in darkness, and the distant snow-white figure is gradually blurred.

Everyone deeply understands that this scene is like a black and white chessboard, the most direct and cruel competition for survival.

Either capture white or be captured by it, there will never be a draw.

"Ah ah ah..."

Tuoba Tianxia covered his bloody face with his hands, bent down and let out hysterical howls.

"Enough!" The crutch old woman hugged her tightly and said hoarsely:

"If you can't stand a little blow, how can you create a supreme kingdom of God that rules the world?"

"A river stands in front of it. If you don't build a bridge, just fill it up! No matter how high the mountain is, if you don't clear the way, just move it away!"

Those who heard the words all sighed secretly.

I used to laugh at "Yugong Yishan" as Dongtu's most ridiculous spirit, but now...

Tuoba Tianxia laughed bitterly, his bloody pupils seemed to be taunting her:

"As a queen, I watched the holy city turn into hell. As a woman, my face was destroyed. Even you dare not stare at it all the time, right?"

The sight of the crutch old woman was indeed wandering, she said in a deep voice:
"Then you want to kill yourself?"

Tuoba Tianxia raised his head, every word filled with hatred:

"If he doesn't die, how can I die!!"

The old woman turned her head and glanced at the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, her face full of gloom: "This time should be the seven times prophecy of Heralds."

suddenly.

"Your Majesty, why don't the empire give up the Eastern Land?"

An abyss enlightened person spoke seriously.

All of a sudden, the ashen faces tensed up, and there was imperceptible expectation in the eyes.

Persistence is difficult, but it only takes one sentence to give up.

The root of all conflicts is the survival of the Chinese nation. The eastern land of China is only a few million miles, and the empire can open up the Far East or the West.

The road is difficult, just take a detour.

"Damn!"

Suddenly, the old woman's voice became sharp, her crutches swam with lightning, and she hammered heavily on the blond hooked nose with lightning force.

"Whoever dares to give up will be beheaded for treason!" The old woman was merciless, and another crutch knocked the head of the enlightened man, and his brains splattered everywhere.

Practitioners kept silent.

Why didn't they have this idea, but they knew very well in their hearts that the aggression and humiliation that often lasted for decades could be stopped by the empire, there is no such reason.

Besides, the abyss is going to forge the Supreme Kingdom of God, and the Eastern Land is immortal, so how dare you call it the Kingdom of God?

"Call the central meeting immediately!" The old woman's eyes were cold.

Even the practitioners of the abyss began to grow fear, and it was hard to imagine the reaction of the people.

……

The wind is sunny and the two sides of Chibi are busy with farming.

Awakening of Insects is the spring plowing, [-] sword cultivators stayed for a few days, simply helping the common people rake the fields and dig ditches, and even built towering dams at several flood discharge points.

Chen Jie rolled up his sleeves, sat down on the ridge of the field, took the earthen jar of clear water from the girl in the pink skirt, and at the same time looked down upon the envious eyes of others.

"Wait for five days," the girl said.

"Yes." Chen Jie pulled up a weed, folded it a few times and said softly:
"The sword will come back, and Gu Yingxiong will win."

Feeling that his tone was not firm enough, he said loudly:
"It will take a few days for the sword to pass through Shenzhou, the battle of the Holy City must have ended long ago!"

"Maybe." The girl pursed her lips. Like many people, she began to lose confidence.

Just like the chibi laughter on the first day, the fifth day was dull.

But right now.

Clang!
A crisp sword sound resounded through the world.

The old farmer pulling the oxen to plow the field raised his head, ignoring the mud on his shirt, and jumped into the air to catch the blood-stained Guoyun sword.

The wife was stunned.

Immediately after, there was a mighty river of sword energy, and the blood of a hundred thousand sword edges dried up, but the red cliff was still reflected in blood.

One hundred thousand swords returned along the way, as if they had completed a mission, they hung down to the side of the master who raised the swords one after another.

Many years later, both the history and the folk biographies regard this day as a turning point for a nation.

Hundred Thousand Swordsman has never been like this moment in his life, his chest is full of mighty sword energy, and his blood is full of pride.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Like a thunderclap breaking the silence, the joy of the explosion permeated both sides of the Yangtze River, and the sword cultivators celebrated together and rushed to tell each other.

"I said I can win!" Tears welled up in Chen Jie's eyes, holding a blood-stained wooden sword and a broken dog's intestines hanging on it.

He quickly looked at the sword of the person he liked, only three feet of blood was stained on the blade, and the hilt was still clean.

"You have more blood than you, you won the bet, you want to be with me!" Chen Jie was so excited that his face flushed red.

"Don't talk nonsense, I just agreed to go to Yangzhou City with you." The girl pretended to be indifferent.

"Oh," Chen Jie rubbed the back of his head and smirked:
"That's fine too."

The two smiled at each other.

Several saints of the Central Plains hang around the master, seeing his strange expression, subconsciously worried:

"Master, what are you looking at?"

The Master replied, "One sword."

"Chang'an Sword?" Soochow Qin Gong was puzzled.

The master was silent, staring at the Guoyun sword for a long time, and said the cross heavily:

"Chang'an holds the sword and kills the land gods."

As he spoke, his passion suddenly surged, and he was also a land god, so he knew very well what the dead air remaining on the sword meant.

The master clenched his fists and raised them high, shouting so that the field trembled and the river rolled:

"Killing God!"

……

……

……

early morning.

One person and one deer sprinted in the mountains.

The whole body of the deer is snow white, only a pair of huge yellow antlers, it should be very old, at this moment it is running dejectedly.

Gu Changan wore a bamboo hat, his white hair was tied up with a bamboo hairpin, and his sword case hung from his waist.

When leaving the holy city, he took an old spiritual deer outside the city as a substitute.

One step away from moving to the city.

free.

This feeling is very familiar. Three years ago, Carpenter Qin asked him to go outside the city for a day, and that day he broke through the shackles by himself.

Unlock the shackles, walk and walk freely, travel through mountains and rivers, and break through the border after a month or so at most.

"Don't be lazy, you are a prisoner." Gu Changan knocked on the deer's back with his sword box.

Being reprimanded, Bailu Yoyo honked a few times, reluctantly traveling through the dense morning mist.

The movement startled the young woodcutter in the mountains. He rubbed his eyes and said in amazement:

"Isn't it a fairy?"

"Stop." Gu Changan kicked the deer's belly, only ten feet away from the boy, and asked with a smile:
"What does a fairy look like in your mind?"

The boy's spring shirt was thin, he only wore two mended jackets, and he carried two handfuls of firewood on his back. He was not afraid of life, and said seriously:

"It's just like you, a rare white deer, riding it backwards to travel all over the world, drinking wine and swords, and acting chivalrously."

Gu Changan smiled and said nothing, and explained:
"I just want to see the road I've traveled one more time."

The boy blinked, not sure whether he believed it or not.

"I'll let you go." Gu Changan patted the deer's back, the white deer was holding its head, and the young man was elated when he heard the words, and he cupped his hands to express his thanks, and then he set down the firewood before climbing the deer's back.

The heavy firewood did not overwhelm the white deer, which had been bathed in spiritual energy. It yelled twice, resigned itself to its fate, and ran.

"Shouldn't the real gods be in the sky?" Gu Chang'an seemed to be very interested in this topic, and asked again after the boy sat still.

"Tch!" The boy curled his lips, talking about the jokes he often heard when he was a child:

"I've never seen anyone who can ascend, not even in the barbarians. I heard from the older generation that 20 years ago, there was a man named Caesar in the barbarians who almost ascended. Ten years ago, he said he was close to ascending. Now I guess. It’s still almost, I really laughed my teeth out.”

Gu Changan did not agree.

Even though they were facing each other, with the bamboo hat covering their eyes and nose, the young man couldn't see the face of this handsome monk.

"If you could ascend, would you like it?" Gu Changan asked again.

"Of course, idiots don't want to, don't care what it is in the sky, you can live forever..." The young man raised his tone and spoke more and more vigorously.

"Don't care about your family?"

The young man's voice stopped abruptly, he lowered his head and laughed, his words were half true and half false:

"Nothing is more important than my parents and sister, and I won't exchange anything!"

Gu Changan was silent for a long time.

"It's here!" The young man pointed at the smoke curling up at the foot of the mountain, and warmly invited:

"Brother Immortal, please come to my house for dinner."

"No, I have to hurry." Gu Changan smiled and tied the firewood on his back.

"Okay..." The boy came down, waved and bowed to him.

One person and one deer go away.

Gu Changan looked up at the sky.

At the moment when he recast his physical body, he had a feeling that in the not-too-distant future, he would be able to achieve what countless monks could not dream of——

Soaring.

"It's ridiculous, I may be the luckiest person in the world, or maybe..."

Gu Changan murmured to himself, but he never said the most pitiful sentence.

He has never been able to be a "fairy".

He will never move the mountain in his heart.

Heralds' prophecy, since it is a prophecy, means that the future will happen, and it also means that he made a consistent choice at that time.

……

A city on the border of Zhao Man.

The glamorous woman put on a human skin mask, walked out of the inn with an ordinary face, and ran along the eaves hanging in the air.

Today, there are rumors in the city that someone rode a white deer backwards through Mincheng. It was here that she and Gu Changan parted at the beginning. Maybe it was he who returned to the Central Plains?

Li Wan chased for three hundred miles, and finally caught up with the deer in the field at dusk.

She was in a daze for a long time, suddenly felt unbelievable, and couldn't move her eyes for a while.

"Why are you here?" Gu Changan took off his bamboo hat and looked at her.

"That's great." Li Wan smiled reservedly at the beginning, but then he didn't hide anything, and his smile was dimpled slightly:

"After borrowing the sword, I felt that if you wanted to go back to the Central Plains, you would definitely pass by here, so I waited."

Gu Changan hummed, and asked back, "Is it an accident?"

Li Wan didn't know how to answer. She wanted to say something shocking and beyond all cognition, but she couldn't get it out of her mouth.

"Farewell." Gu Changan waved his hands and walked away in the wind.

The empress hesitated for a moment, and her voice became clearer:
"Can we go together?"

Gu Changan stared at the face that was suddenly redder than Sanyue's peach blossom, and smiled:
"it is good."

Li Wan looked at his clear smile, pointed at the white deer and saw him nodding, and came to sit on the back of the deer, the dusk stretched the two figures very long.

Although we have been together for four months in Qiuci City, we rarely get close to each other face to face. At that time, we couldn't smell or feel breath.

Li Wan suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth and laughed at himself. He was really happy about the sentence that the deer bumped wildly. He was the Ninth Five Supreme anyway, so why is he acting like a little girl now.

Gu Chang'an didn't speak either, the two of them were used to not talking for a day.

"Where are you going?" Li Wan asked.

"Wherever you go."

……

(End of this chapter)