Swire First Immortal

Chapter 174 Kill! ! !

A Yongle inn gathered thousands of generations of nobles and lords from the heavens.

Without exception, they are basically saints, and they are all officials of the fairy kingdom, controlling all the lifelines of the fairy kingdom's politics, business, etc., with a huge clan and countless disciples.

In the six fairy kingdoms of China, there are many saints who are strong, but there are more demons!
Among them, the one hundred and eight saints are the strongest one hundred and eight saint demon realms. To be ranked among them, at least they must have the late saint realm.

And the combat power of the Saint Realm is one of the most important bases for measuring a country's combat power!

Obviously, four-fifths of the Saint Realm's combat power in Shenxi Immortal Kingdom belonged to the original Qingye faction, and their powerful clans have been married for generations, and they are intertwined, forming a solid network of relationships!
This is not something that can be broken overnight!
Ye Mu Han You Chai Mo Xia Ling and so on...

They are all celestial surnames!

At this moment, the gazes of dozens of their clan kings returned from the stele of the Dao of Sword to a man in a blue-gold robe in front of them.

Ye Qingtian!
He stood in the wind, holding a small black ball in his hand, and said calmly: "Hell Wraith, do you know what to do?"

"Woooo..." On the black ball, distorted faces emerged one after another, crying out very ugly.

"It's all on you."

Ye Qingtian turned around, and locked on a man of outstanding character in the crowd.

It was the Prime Minister of the Protecting Country, You Fengya!
He held a golden scroll in his hand, and his eyes were solemn.

"Don't worry, your family and clansmen have already been settled. Then Shen Xi will fall into the abyss, and there is no time to liquidate you. As long as she dies, you will be the hero of the human race!" Ye Qingtian said.

"It should be said that Prime Minister You is the hero in the hearts of all peace lovers in the two states of gods and demons." There was a green mist worm in the corner, making a faint sound.

You Fengya cupped his hands solemnly, and said: "With the words of His Majesty and Gu Emperor, I will not hesitate to die!"

"Congratulations to the prime minister!" The officials cupped their hands with admiration in their eyes.

You Fengya held the scroll and came to the window, and in front of him was the monument of heroes standing through the ages!

"There is Shenxi, and there is Yunxiao, they all have indissoluble hatred against us... especially the latter, who still harbors the hatred of sword cultivators! Dancing with the demons and seeking to survive is our only way. In the heaven Fight the fate of millions of nobles here!" Ye Qingtian patted You Fengya on the shoulder.

"Yes! The interests of our powerful clans must be above all human races!"

After You Fengya said this, he exchanged a glance with Ye Qingtian, his eyes were burning, and he went downstairs.

One person and one scroll, he headed towards the Stele of the Sword God.

"Follow the prime minister!"

"Students of my generation, I swear to follow!"

On the streets along the road, luxuriously dressed Taimiao students and aristocrats walked out of shops and restaurants, and followed You Fengya.

In a short time, another team of tens of thousands of people gathered!
They are young, passionate, with 'ideals' in their hearts and 'righteousness' in their hearts. They look passionate and stride forward, as if they are going on a journey to death!
The style of study is strong and the momentum is compelling!

Such a team immediately attracted the attention of many people.

"Prime Minister and all Taimiao students?"

"What are they going to do..."

In the eyes of all the people, You Fengya was already standing in front of the Stele of Sword Dao.

Their actions have long attracted the attention of the three major sword mounds!
At this time, sword cultivators also came out one by one.

The three daughters Nangong Xi, You Yue, and Su Lianlian had cold expressions on their faces.

"Excuse me, Lord Prime Minister..."

As soon as Nangongxi said this, a gleam flashed in You Fengya's eyes.

"There is an order from the Holy Spirit, and the sword mound accepts the order!"

You Fengya holds the golden scroll.

Hearing the word imperial decree, tens of thousands of Taimiao students knelt first, and after that, many spectators also knelt in bewilderment.

"I'll wait for the order!"

Nangongxi and other sword cultivators also knelt down to wait when they heard that it was an order from the Holy Majesty.

I saw that You Fengya was standing alone, his eyes were solemn, and he announced in a generous voice——

"By God's destiny, Shen Xi said: Since ancient times, the sword cultivator has been brave and ruthless, cruel and innocent, provoking the confrontation between humans and monsters, poisoning the common people, the crime of the same bloodline, cholera!"

"I think of the sufferings of the common people, and I can't bear to suffer again in a floating life. In view of the impeachment letters written by many lovers, I have decided to abolish the inheritance of sword cultivators, disband the three major sword mounds, and dig a stele of swordsmanship here, to restore the ethos of the fairy kingdom, and to imitate others! this!"

This imperial decree came down like a thunderbolt from the blue sky.

The celestial ascetics who were watching were dumbfounded.

Yun Xiao and Chen Xi climbed to the top of the Immortal Ranking, it was the time when the human race was at its most powerful, and the Holy Majesty wanted to abolish his martial arts at this time?
Abandoned Sword Cultivator?
Digging the Stele of the Sword God?
Is this crazy!
No one believes in the Stele of Sword Dao, but it is also a monument of heroes through the ages!
Excavating him is denying thousands of generations of history!

Obviously, no sword cultivator would believe it!
A rickety old man stood up among the crowd. Although his eyes were cloudy, bloodshot.

"You Fengya! You are so brave, you dare to falsely preach the imperial decree!" The old man was so angry that his voice trembled.

"No way...Falsely preaching the imperial decree is a serious crime of copying and beheading everyone!"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, deeply terrified.

Whether it's destroying the sword cultivator, digging up the stele of the way of the sword, or passing on the false imperial decree, it's unbelievable!
Did Shen Xi go crazy, or did You Fengya go crazy on his own?
You know, there are tens of thousands of Taimiao students behind Youfengya!
"Bold! A commoner, dare to discredit the Prime Minister of the country?"

"Disrespecting the imperial decree is the crime of implicating the nine clans!"

All the young men in gorgeous clothes pointed at the old man and scolded him in a righteous manner.

"The imperial decree has been issued, whoever dares to resist the decree will have a higher crime!" You Fengya said indifferently, pointing at the stele of swordsmanship, and declared: "Students from the heavenly world obey the order! The Taimiao has represented the righteousness of the heavenly world in my fairyland since ancient times. The benchmark for the spiritual inheritance of our human race! Young students are the future pillars of the Immortal Kingdom, and even the backbone of the clan! Your Majesty ordered you to overthrow the evil spirit of the God of Swordsmanship with a passionate heart, bravely cross the dross of history, and lead the common people of the human race, Towards the Era of Light!"

"Yes!" The Taimiao student felt as if he had been beaten with chicken blood when he heard this.

Under the leadership of dozens of young Taoist masters, their eyes were bloodshot, their bodies surged with mana, and tens of thousands of people were full of energy and blood, impassioned, and strode towards the stele of swordsmanship!

"stop!"

One hundred thousand sword cultivators came out of the sword mound completely, and under the leadership of the old man and the three female vein masters, they stopped before the tens of thousands of Taimiao students!

They were enraged and furious, staring at the group of noble children in front of them, with anger rolling in their chests.

Sword God Monument, evil spirit!
How dare you say such words?
"How can you confuse black and white like this? One billion martyrs filled a line of defense in the heavens with flesh and blood. How can you smear and blaspheme!" Su Lianlian's eyes were red with anger.

"What martyrs? Your Majesty has already identified them. They are sinners through the ages! This stele of swordsmanship has never been a monument, but a place where their crimes are notorious, so as to warn future generations!" Mu Tianshi's younger brother 'Mu Qingquan' said loudly.

He is the representative of the young Taoists of Taimiao.

"Correct!"

"They provoked a war, and they deserved to die!"

"If they are not guilty, how can there be remnants and resentful souls hanging on this stele, mourning every day, not entering reincarnation? It is nothing more than wanting to atone for our descendants!"

"My Taimiao educates the barbarians and guides them to be good. The immortals and celestial masters of the temples of all dynasties are the true heroes and martyrs who have worked hard for the fairyland!"

The Taimiao students spoke uprightly, step by step suppressing the space of one hundred thousand sword cultivators.

"well said!"

Among the group of Taimiao students, a slim woman stood up.

It is the younger sister of Yuansheng, 'Li Shishi'.

"My compatriots in Mozhou are ordinary and simple, with ignorance and ignorance, but they are fighting for their lives with the heavens. If this sword cultivator hadn't been driven to extinction, why would there be a war between generations? Now that Mozhou is suffering, I still don't forget to send me. Waiting for you to teach and learn from others! However, you sword cultivators still don’t know how to repent and are cruel and violent, no wonder His Majesty Shen Xi, all the people of the heavens, and all the people of Shenzhou, spurned you together!"

Master Li raised his arms and shouted, among the Taimiao students, there were at least hundreds of Mozhou exchange students echoing.

"Tear down the God Monument and welcome the prosperity!"

"Demolish! Demolish! Demolish!"

Under the leadership of Taoist masters such as Mu Qingquan and Li Shishi, tens of thousands of Taimiao students were in awe.

Buzz!

With their flesh and blood, they bumped into the eyes of Hundred Thousand Swordsmen and glared at them angrily.

"Those who dare to disobey the imperial decree will be executed everywhere!"

"We are the future of the Immortal Kingdom. We will set up our minds for the people, our lives for the world, and peace for all generations. Who dares to stop me?"

With young faces, they stretched out their hands and pushed Jianxiu, pushing forward abruptly!

As for the sword cultivators, their eyes were red and they were full of anger!

They endured it for too long, retreated habitually, and protected themselves wisely... But at this moment, their palms were trembling, and the sword soul inside was crying out in grief!

"Sun Jiansheng!" Mu Qingquan was only in his twenties, and he was also a young man. He stood in front of Sun Jiansheng with a generous body, looked down at the rickety old man from a high position, and said with a sneer: "If you kneel down with a hundred thousand swordsmen There is still a way to survive, if you dare to do it, think about how miserable your family of twelve died! How miserable they are, how miserable the hundred thousand sword cultivators will be!"

"You falsely spread the imperial decree to demolish the stele. This is to betray the country and the human race!" The old man's face was distorted, his eyes were bloodshot, and his stooped body was trembling with anger.

"So what? As long as the heavens continue to feast and feast, what does the world have to do with me? Old man, it is Shen Xi who committed the crimes now. She committed the same mistake as this stele of swordsmanship. She is the one who pushed us to this point. Who is to blame? There are two ways in the world? Since we have to choose between Shen Xi and the Demon State, we are not fools, so of course we choose the Demon State? If Shen Xi ascends the Tao, we will surely die. Do you believe it or not? "

Mu Qingquan grinned in his ear in a low voice. When he said these words, his righteousness dissipated, and he only had evil and evil in his eyes!
boom!
"I heard that you can bear it now?" Mu Qingquan sneered, pushed Sun Jiansheng violently, pushed the rickety old man onto the dirt, and said righteously: "Sun Jiansheng! You slaughtered the compatriots of Mozhou, and you are the same!" Sinner of history! You are a tyrannical person! Now that I am acting on behalf of the heavens, does it make you anxious? It’s okay, you kill me! I, Mu Qingquan, can die, but behind me, there are thousands of human righteous men!”

Mu Qingquan jumped up, pulled up the old man's lapel, and shook it vigorously: "Kill me! Sword Saint Sun! Wield your sinful sword soul and kill me!"

Seeing this, the Taimiao students all looked scarlet, and pressed on the sword cultivators in front of them, pushed them to the ground, and shouted: "Kill! Let's kill! Kill all our Taimiao students! You can do it!" Bewitching the people, dragging the two states of gods and demons into the abyss of eternal doom, so that you can increase the number of sword gangs and sword rings! So that your sword repairers can make war fortune!"

"Kill me! If you don't kill me, we will uphold justice for the people of life and overthrow this evil monument!"

Tens of thousands of young people roared and roared.

"Sun Sword Saint!" Hundred thousand sword cultivators shed tears of blood in their eyes. Seeing those Taimiao students approaching the stele of swordsmanship, their faces were distorted, and sword souls condensed on their fingertips, piercing their own flesh and blood!
All the sword cultivators looked at the old man who was pushed into the dirt by Mu Qingquan.

He is too old.

He too has lost everything.

He just wanted to keep the [-] sword cultivators and let this lineage pass on.

But there is always someone who will kill them all...

At that moment, his tears fell on the dark yellow land, and he squeezed the soil of his hometown with both hands.

He knew that as long as the group of them fell, this piece of land would no longer belong to them in the future.

"Stand up!" Mu Qingquan lifted the old man up, and said with a smile, "Don't you dare to do it? You're quite sensible! After the matter is over, His Majesty will extrajudicially favor you and send you to the Demon State to be a human ambassador! Hahaha!"

puff!

When he laughed, the head suddenly fell to the ground, and the laughter stopped abruptly.

Time seemed to stand still.

Countless people looked over and saw Mu Qingquan's head fall to the ground!

He even saw the hunched old man, straightened his waist, holding a red, green and blue sword soul in his hand, blood splashed down from it.

And the old man closed his eyes, his dry lips trembling, and said a word.

"kill!!!!"

An old and sad voice suddenly shook the battlefield and pierced everyone's ears.

He had already forgotten, and for an unknown period of time, he never sacrificed Sword Soul in public again.

It could be that day!
On that day, he went to the Demon State in anger, beheaded several demon saints, and triumphantly held the demon head!

However, what was waiting for him was——

At that time, Emperor Qingtian captured twelve members of his family and sent them to the monsters in Mozhou. From the elderly to the newborn babies, they were tortured to death!

All that was left to him were twelve strands of hair...

I didn't see the last side.

He has been dead since that day.

He was afraid.

I'm afraid that there will be no living people in this sword mound.

I'm afraid that this stele of swordsmanship will never be wiped or admired by future generations.

He was obedient and lived another life. Even if he was a trafficker, anyone could tease and bully him. He always responded with a smile and persuaded young people not to be impulsive in everything.

However, if you throw away the sword and become a waste, and live your whole life, will others let you go?

The moment he raised his sword to chop Mu Qingquan, the angry blood in the old man's chest erupted like a volcano. At that moment, the sword soul that had been silent for many years came to life, and let out a sharp sword cry, shaking the audience!
(End of this chapter)