lethal arsenal

Chapter 399 What about the emperor?

Normally speaking, if the mask symbolizing the devil's prisoner, the Wood Demon, is broken, Shen Lian's body will no longer have any power.

However, the headless corpse standing up swayingly, and the scarlet buds emerging one after another, all indicate that there is another power belonging to the demon god hidden in Shen Lian's body, or the Wood Prisoner Demon has not yet Completely eliminated.

Large pieces of flesh and blood were torn apart by Yuan Chonghuan's sharp fingers and then flew out.

The trembling golden whip struck Shen Lian hard, blood vessels burst, blood sprayed out, and soon new branches emerged from the torn wounds.

After that, the iron fist was blasted and was beaten into powder.

so repeatedly.

"Angang!"

Yuan Chonghuan let out a roar, and his raging blood vessels beat on his temples.

The golden-haired, ferocious yellow tiger jumped out of Yuan Chonghuan's body.

The scarlet wicker twitching all over the sky was torn apart by the teeth and claws of the giant tiger.

The rising branches are trying to restrain the giant tiger, and the wandering branches are like thousands of red snakes swinging in the air.

The shadow of the giant tiger shrouded Shen Lian, who was almost transformed into a big red tree, and the sound of cracking and shattering exploded in the air.

In a short period of time, Yuan Chonghuan had broken through the blockade of thousands of branches. With a shake of his arm, the iron fist hit the lower abdomen of the headless corpse. The corpse leaned forward and tried to wrap Yuan Chonghuan's body with his arms.

Yuan Chonghuan exerted force, and the bright red minced meat tore from his arm.

The dense white bones were pulled out, and countless buds were surging among the torn muscles.

The feet of the corpse began to solidify and penetrated into the floor tiles, spreading towards the ground and exploring.

The skin of the corpse turned yellowish brown and looked like dead wood.

At this time, it was Wang Chengen who was the sharpest.

"Your Majesty, my servant, look at that tree, why, how..."

Wang Chengen stammered when he spoke. The first eunuch in the imperial court was able to stay with Chongzhen all the time. In addition to the friendship in his early years, he relied on respect and caution.

"What, what's going on, tell me."

Chongzhen said with a hot temper.

"When I look at this tree, I feel it looks familiar. Isn't it the one that the Ministry of Punishment presented to Liu Maogong a few days ago? It is said that this tree has a strange growth pattern. It only grows on the seventh day, which is very auspicious. He also said... and said Request that all the post stations in the world be dismissed. The inns are used by officials and their relatives because of their extravagance and extravagance. They have completely lost their role in delivering messages in the past and have become a tool for receiving officials at all levels."

Wang Chengen said tremblingly.

"For Liu Mao in the matter?"

Chongzhen had a vague impression that the man requested to demolish all the inns all over the world.

It seems that Emperor Chongzhen still had some thoughts. Nowadays, the Ming Dynasty's treasury cannot make ends meet. After demolishing the post station, it can reduce an expense and increase income, which is a huge good thing.

The tree that Liu Mao offered tribute to?

"Where did you put that tree?"

Chongzhen asked with a stern face, a bad premonition welling up in his heart.

"Qin'an Palace, in the Imperial Garden."

Wang Chengen reported a specific location.

……

at the same time.

Qin'an Hall, Imperial Garden.

This hall has a double-eaves roof, five entrances and three rooms, a yellow glazed tile roof, and is surrounded by white marble railings with patterns of dragons and flowers.

On one side of the main hall, next to it is the imperial garden in the palace.

At this moment, the flowers in the imperial garden are withered, the grass is yellow, and most of the vegetation seems to have been drained of life.

There is only a large yellow-brown tree above the scorched earth. Thousands of threads hang down from the tree, and each thread is covered with fiery red maple leaves. The maple leaves swing and rustle in the air.

puff.

Suddenly, a white and strong arm reached out of the tree.

A man with disheveled hair walked out of the trees, his wet hair covering his left eye.

He raised his head and squinted his other right eye gently, looking at the dark sky.

"Two of the Prison Wood Demon masks have been broken into pieces."

"I can't lose again."

"Shen Lian lost, I can't lose again."

"No, I am Shen Lian."

"No, our family is Wei, Wei Zhongxian, yes, Wei Zhongxian."

"Wrong, everything is wrong!"

"The world should call me Feng."

The man murmured to himself, and two or three different sounds came out of his mouth at once.

Thousands of threads are hanging down, and maple leaves are inserted straight into the exposed body.

He opened his hands, as if embracing the world, and the endless willow silk flew towards the outside of the palace.

Like a waterfall.

The eunuchs, maids, and guards in the palace were rushing towards the square outside Yongshou Palace, because His Majesty, the Supreme Emperor, was there at the moment.

But while the eunuchs and maids were moving, some people disappeared while running.

The evil python-like branches came from behind in an instant, and many young eunuchs in palace uniforms had their mouths covered by the branches before they could react.

Then drag it towards the back.

Whoosh whoosh.

The sounds that broke through the air came one after another.

In no time.

Densely.

Under the gloomy dark clouds, a large yellow-brown tree in the palace kept growing taller.

Rumbling, the branches spread and grew, even digging through the main hall.

However, this is nothing.

The most exaggerated thing is that it looks like thousands of weeping willow threads, and it is actually covered with the corpses of the palace people one after another.

The little eunuch in blue and gray robes, the little palace maid in green satin, and the guard with a knife whose cuffs were decorated with gold threads, all stared at the same direction with their eyes wide open.

Tick, tick.

The bright red blood fell on the maple leaves, and the fishy smell filled the air.

Wisps of resentment emerged from one corpse after another, as dark as ink, and finally converged on the man standing under the tree.

His face is vaguely similar to Shen Lian and Wei Zhongxian.

He twisted his neck and made two crisp noises.

The thick blood dripped down the maple leaves onto the man's face, eventually converging into a dark red ferocious mask.

Feng Ji looked around, and saw a rich scarlet color, as if a bloody garment was draped over his body.

"Shen Lian, I'm here."

As he stepped forward, a rumble of broken sounds came from under his feet, and the ground cracked like a spider web.

Feng's bloody clothes seemed to have turned into two bloody wings, and the wings were like swords inserted upside down. When he flapped his wings, Feng's figure turned into a red stream of light and rushed towards the Yongshou Palace.

"It's time to end everything."

He whispered softly.

……

"Destroy!"

Yuan Chonghuan let out a tiger roar, and his fist sliced ​​through the air, making a hissing sound.

Broken pieces of wood flew everywhere like a splash, and the air was slightly distorted when punched.

Shen Lian's headless corpse was hit by the iron fist and shot into the air.

There are no miracles happening in this world. The corpses are chopped off and scattered everywhere, and finally the arm with the swastika mark spins out.

Fell in the corner of the square.

Lin Dong's face looked a little ugly at this time.

"Lin Yuanjue, why did you break into the palace without permission!"

With hundreds of civil and military officials at his side, Chongzhen actually questioned Lin Dong. To be precise, this should be the first confrontation between the two.

King Xin, it is King Xin who is remembered, not the emperor.

At that time, it was still King Xin, arm in arm, arm in arm with Qianhu Lin Yuanjue, talking about the new oiran of Zijinlian (the most luxurious brothel in the capital).

It's changing pretty fast.

One wave after another of vague killing intent hit Lin Dong.

"Zhu Youjian, I have only heard people say that there is a saying called burning the bridge when crossing the river. The river has not yet been crossed. If you stand in the middle of the river, you are about to burn the bridge, ah?"

Lin Dong frowned.

The terrifying murderous intention like the tide of a river rolled towards Emperor Chongzhen.

In an instant, a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood rushed towards his face.

Chongzhen's fragile nerves were almost overwhelmed by the terrifying wave of murderous intent.

Yuan Chonghuan swung his steps forward and blocked Lin Dong's terrifying murderous intention in front of Chongzhen.

Chongzhen shook his head and swallowed saliva.

A group of veteran ministers trembled in front of Lin Dong, and in an instant they erupted with ferocious power, which was even worse than that of the demon who had just been annihilated.

"Lin Qianhu, do you want to rebel?"

Yuan Chonghuan took a step forward, his arms flexed, the muscles on his arms bulged, his waist slightly arched, and his body full of explosive tension could turn into a sharp arrow and shoot at Lin Dong at any time.

"That's not it."

Lin Dong licked his lips.

Looking around, no one among the ministers dared to look at him.

"I have not been a member of the Qianhu family for a long time. Now, I am just an outsider outside the three religions. I shouldn't, I shouldn't, I shouldn't come to rescue you today, Zhu Youjian, my son, I'm really enough That’s enough for you!!”

Lin Dong suddenly exploded and aimed a punch at Yuan Chonghuan.

His original intention was indeed to come to the rescue, and Lin Dong even planned to reveal some future events to Chongzhen.

For example, don't rush to demolish the inn. There is a powerful bandit named Li Zicheng who may come from Mizhi, Shaanxi Prefecture at any time.

For another example, there is a murderer named Zhang Xianzhong who will also start an uprising from the Mizhi Eighteenth Village... Bala, Bala, and so on, the disaster will be killed at the source. But since Chongzhen has such an attitude...

To put it bluntly, what if the Ming Dynasty perished?

The Ming Dynasty was indeed a grand dynasty that inherited the past and forged ahead with the future.

Without the Ming Dynasty, Chinese civilization would even be reduced to the dust of history.

There was no Zhu Yuanzhang and the Ming Dynasty he established.

Without Xu Da's Northern Expedition to the Central Plains, where spring often comes, horses trample across the desert, winds galloping, plowing courtyards and sweeping holes.

Then, Chahan Timur and Wang Baobao, the father and son, defeated all the heroes, established a new Hu dynasty on the ruins of the Yuan Dynasty, and continued to rule the Central Plains for three hundred years.

After that, the Qing Dynasty succeeded Huang Taiji and Dorgon and ruled the Central Plains for another three hundred years.

I am afraid that nothing will exist in this world. The Tartars will be expelled, China will be restored, and China will completely sink... The problem is that this time and space is not that time and space.

Lin Dong has no responsibility for the Ming Dynasty in this era.

He didn't like to see the corpses of the common people scattered in the fields, and he didn't want to see the iron hoof of the Jin Kingdom trampling all over the country.

But he doesn't like to be threatened even more, even if this person is the emperor.

What about the emperor?

Is the fate of the Ming Dynasty more important than the dignity of a rogue like me?

Besides, even if you Chongzhen died, wouldn't this dynasty stop functioning?

What qualifications does a mere believer have to refer to God?

Lin Dong used his bare hands and fists, and thunder and lightning roared all over his body.

Boom!

With one punch, the tiger head on Yuan Chonghuan's arm dented in an instant, and large chunks of earth and stone beneath their feet shattered.

A crack tens of feet long opened on the square.

"Rebellion, this is rebellion, I will punish you."

Emperor Chongzhen was so angry that he jumped up and down.

The pressure like a mountain made Yuan Chonghuan's face turn cold.

He is at the peak of his innate ability, and he looks up to the masters in the human-immortal realm. No one in the world's martial arts can equal him by more than one palm.

Nurhachi's immortal golden body was buried in the eternal snow-capped mountains by his strategy.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Chonghuan felt the pressure as soon as the two met.

Arms pressed against each other, wrestling with each other.

Behind Lin Dong were thousands of flashing arcs of electricity and blazing flames.

The two people's legs and feet collided, and the sound of collisions was shocking.

When their eyes met, Yuan Chonghuan's tough face, as tough as a knife or an ax, was deeply reflected in Lin Dong's eyes.

Lin Dong's sharp eyebrows also left a deep impression on Yuan Chonghuan.

The two of them exerted their strength together, but for a while, they were unable to break free.

This is the time.

A third party breaks into the battlefield.

The wings were like swords and halberds, and a trace as red as blood was cut under the dark sky.

"Kill him first!"

Lin Dong and Yuan Chonghuan roared in unison.

The two of them released their arms at the same time, rose up from the ground, and rushed towards Feng, who was flapping his wings in the air.

"I didn't expect that I would come at the wrong time."

Feng touched it casually.

In the palace, sprouts began to sprout on the carved beams and wooden pillars, and branches reaching to the sky jumped out from the palace, looking like evil snakes and lashing at the two people who were shooting towards the air.

Flames rolled around Lin Dong, entangled with errors, and purple thunder intertwined with the golden-red flames, filled with a force that destroyed everything.

Demon God Feng's eyelids twitched. As the true form of the Prisoner Wood Demon, facing this level of attack, he still felt endless pressure.

When the flames hit from the sky, Demon God Feng swooped down and headed straight towards Chongzhen.

His figure kept flickering.

"spread!"

Yuan Chonghuan roared.

Teleport behind Chongzhen and hit the ground with a punch, Kaka!

The earth and rocks rose up, the square was completely torn apart, and a large pit several feet deep was formed on the ground.

Wang Chengen pulled Chongzhen aside.

At the same time, the huge power of the punch directly smashed through the Yongshou Palace, Wanfu Palace, Tianwang Tower and other buildings.

Rumble,

Amidst the terrifying sounds, one building after another cracked from the middle and collapsed.

Feng's expression was crazy.

The force of Yuan Chonghuan's punch was less than half tilted to the ground, while the other half was aimed at the position of the demon Shen Feng.

"It's really amazing! After the master of heaven and earth, there are still people who have one-tenth of the charisma of the Tang Dynasty's peerless generals and human-immortal generals."

I don’t know if these words were meant to praise Yuan Chonghuan, but they sounded quite harsh anyway.

Bang bang bang.

The wings are pressed downward to cover the body.

Amidst the loud noise, pieces of wings exploded, and Feng's figure retreated thousands of feet.

However, Feng was able to open his wings.

On top of the wooden mask, a face full of anger pressed before his eyes.

The bridge of his nose hit his face directly.

"Evaluate me! Wood Prisoner Demon."

Lin Dong shouted sharply, flames poured out, and he stabbed Feng's chest directly with his sword.

"die!"

In the flames, thousands of thunders exploded.

The palm knife passed through the heart.

(End of this chapter)