Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

The blue waves of the East China Sea are rippling, paying no attention to the broken Xuanzhou, the long-buried past, and the people who have returned to their hometown.

The returned Emperor Tianyao, accompanied by the Stigmata, set foot on the ruins of the former Guangming Palace.

After pondering for a long time, he walked towards a corner of the island.

"This place used to be a garden full of golden bells."

The Stigmata also remembered this scene and followed his footsteps towards the barren land.

"I still remember that I used my ear to teach you how to plant flowers. I thought you couldn't learn it, but unexpectedly, your understanding was beyond our expectations."

Emperor Yao knelt down and stared at the empty land in a daze.

"how was it?"

"I seem to feel that I have forgotten something?"

The Stigmata agreed with him: "I also feel the same way. Could it be that you have forgotten something? It's strange why you were interested in planting flowers back then. I remember that the God of Light at that time had not set foot in the field for too long. Out of the Palace of Light."

"Golden Bell Flower..."

The Stigmatist reached out and flicked it, and a bright red flower suddenly appeared on the empty land, like a bell, extremely cute.

"My friend, golden bells represent promise and hope, strength and self-confidence. I never thought you would like this uncommon flower."

Emperor Yao picked one off, placed it in his palm and looked at it carefully.

"Promise and hope?"

"The Eight-Digit Evil God is about to bring disaster to the Divine State. What are your plans next?"

"After all, I was saved by the evil god, and he was really good to me."

"so what?"

"I will not be his enemy."

"I guessed it, but?"

The Stigmata didn't force it. Based on his understanding of Luo Hou's strength, the Central Plains Righteous Way could win this battle without Emperor Yao joining the battle.

"Similarly, I will not help the evil gods to make enemies of the Central Plains. In the past, Donghuang Xuanzhou was torn apart because of me, and people died because of me. How can I repeat the killings."

"You are also a victim, why don't we work together to find out the conspirators behind this."

Emperor Yao stood up and treasured the golden bell flower in his arms.

"Friend, with your ability, can you help me rebuild Xuanzhou? Let these seven islands revive and become a habitable home."

The Stigmata nodded. He already knew that the Yaqi Evil God had destroyed a sea area on Shiliu Island, causing many residents on the island to become homeless.

"When the Eight Disasters are over, I will help you restore Donghuang Xuanzhou."

"Thank you."

"You should thank Ezi for making a contract with Tianzhou in exchange for the chance of your return."

"My friend Ezi..."

"Don't worry, someone has already calculated his destiny and will try his best to reverse it for him."

The Stigmata did not tell Luo Hou about the deal he had with him. Luo Hou helped Ezi terminate the contract with Tianzhou in exchange for the help of the Stigmata in the future. Although the Stigmata did not know what the future was, he would never let Ezi Dissipated between heaven and earth.

At this time, Xia Ru Wu trace had sneaked into Yifa Tiandu and learned that the Eight Banners Martial God was controlled by the Ghost Dragon King Fu Zixi, in order to target the Confucian sect.

It is said that the mysterious Eight Banners Wushen statue introduced from Japan can relieve people's hatred and do things that are difficult for them.

Luo Pingqiu was caught in a dilemma between love and hatred because of the revenge of a knight-errant and scholar who killed his father. Fu Zixi used the evil spell Shen Nightmare to kill Luo Pingqiu. When he fell asleep, he would summon the Eight Banners God of War and start a killing spree.

The Eight Banners Martial God is as strong as a majestic mountain, holding the Eight Banners flag formation. After being broken, it can be repaired as before. The evil spirit hides behind it and is closely related to Luo Pingqiu. If the Eight Banners Martial God is defeated, Luo Pingqiu will be injured.

The sword energy penetrated the forest, and the fallen leaves were like thunder.

After Luo Pingqiu regained consciousness, he was protected by Xia Ru and escaped from Yifa Shangdu. Unexpectedly, Fu Zixi controlled the Eight Banners Martial God to chase him.

"Kill!"     Drink!

The boundless murderous intention made the father and son understand each other and retreat while fighting.

But when he saw the Eight Banners Martial God possessing strange monsters, Luo Pingqiu's inner power was directed towards him.

"Pingqiu! The hero has left no trace!"

Yin Xiaoshen hurriedly swung his sword, trying to cut off the connection between Eight Banners and Luo Pingqiu, but he was afraid of hurting Luo Pingqiu and did not dare to use all his strength.

The battle situation fell into a stalemate for a while.

"kill!"

The eight flags are dancing in a strange and unpredictable way. Even the chivalrous and Confucian swordsmen are superb, but they are gradually entering crisis.

"We must never let the evil one get what he wants!"

In regret, Luo Pingqiu worked hard and vowed to eliminate evil and harm.

"The Ming Dynasty conquers the sky and the chivalry is gone!"

Yin Xiaoshen cleverly took advantage of the terrain in the forest to wrap several strings of the Qingqin on the bamboo branches on both sides. When he played it back, countless sound waves poured out.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Luo Pingqiuyun transformed the swordsmanship passed down by Xia Ru, and father and son once again joined forces to form the ultimate sword.

I saw that the treacherous threads were cut off, and the Eight Banners Martial God suddenly seemed to have lost all his vitality, and he was slumped and motionless.

"Success!"

"It really worked."

Yin Xiaoshen came over to comfort Luo Pingqiu: "Now that the threat of the Eight Banners Martial God has been eliminated, it is time to find a medicine for you to relieve the evil spirit. Thanks to my foresight, I force you to firm up your mind on weekdays so that you can cut off this technique with me."

Luo Pingqiu knew that this was Yin Xiaoshen's deliberate joke to distract from his own shame and guilt, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

"It's a good thing that the Eight Banners Evil God chose to attack when you were awake, otherwise we wouldn't be able to work together."

"What about now?"

"Inform the Confucian sect about this first, otherwise the boss will cry for a long time. In addition, I should also officially let you show up in the Confucian sect and take my place."

"How can I have the ability to take on the role of a chivalrous scholar?"

On the distant peak, Fu Zixi swayed his white bone fan and quietly watched the scene between the heroic father and his son, with a sneer on his lips.

Confucianism?

There is no Confucian sect left. The Supreme Confucian Emperor has already run away with the people of De Feng Ancient Way. When the Eight-Digit Evil God comes again, all three religions will fall.

"By then, my son Fu Chenchu ​​will be able to return to me. I just didn't expect that Jun Fengtian didn't die in the hands of evil kings, but was killed by Jun Fei Fei. It's really an accident and a surprise."

Both were born in the Ghost Prison. The Fu family was once a powerful family of the tyrant Xiao, the leader of the Yama Ghost Prison. After the coup in the Ghost Prison, the Fu family was bloody purged by the empress, and he had to escape from the Yama Ghost Prison.

Fortunately, he was taken in by the Yaqi Evil God.

The empress was his and Feijun's common enemy, and Jun Fengtian, the son of the empress, was naturally the son of his enemy.

What's more, he died tragically under Jun Fengtian's sword, and his son recognized him as his adopted father, who was more loyal and close to him than he was to his biological father.

"Very Jun, thank you for getting rid of Jun Fengtian for me. If the ghost had done it himself, I'm afraid it would have hurt my son's heart and led to a breakup between our father and son. If you did it, Chen Chu would not blame me. So. For the rest of the Confucian sect, let the ghost take action."

Fuzi Xigu fan danced, and the spell was performed instantly.

"The source of eight kinds of evil and the wrath of the gods coming from the sky!"

This is the opportunity Fu Zixi has been waiting for for a long time. The Eight Banners Martial God has long been solidified by Luo Pingqiu's hatred. When the contact is severed, the Eight Banners Martial God can accept the power of the Eight-Qi Evil God flowing directly into his body.

Immediately, a bloody swirl appeared in the sky, and boundless evil power poured in, causing the Eight Banners Martial God to resurrect again.

(According to the setting of Huang Ru being incomplete in the original drama, facing the double impact of the gods and cloud whales, it is normal for him to be defeated. In fact, I also like Huang Ru very much, but he is not the protagonist, so I won’t give him any cheats. , retire in peace) (End of this chapter)