lethal arsenal

Chapter 422 Peak Martial Saint

The solitary peak reaches straight into the sky, and beneath the peak are thousands of turbid waves.

Lin Dong's eyes followed the sight of the lonely trees, the jagged peaks of strange rocks rising straight up and down, and getting higher and higher.

There are no birds on the peaks, only various strange and majestic rocks.

"This place is called Eternal Peak, also called Tianmen Mountain. It is also the best whetstone. If you want to sharpen your dragon-patterned golden sword, this is the best place. Li Zicheng, try it!"

The powerful voice came again.

"Demon god, general?"

Lin Dong raised his eyebrows and saw that on the mountain road, a huge stone was cut into a platform, and two figures stood on the platform.

One of the figures was quite tall and thin.

Dressed in a faint black robe, his straight shoulders and back look like they have been chopped by an axe. His white hair is dancing wildly, but his momentum is unparalleled. Just standing on the stone platform makes people's hearts rise as if they are seeing a statue overlooking it. The feeling of kingship among all beings.

This is the general.

The man next to him had a sallow complexion, his eyes were playful and cloudy, and there were numerous cuts on his wrists.

Dried, bleeding traces intertwined on the bare arms.

The dragon-patterned golden sword was full of color, and the blade shone with cold light. The golden dragon swallowing the blade had bright eyes, as if it was emitting circles of light.

As soon as he hit it, he knew that the dragon-patterned golden sword had almost taken away most of Li Zicheng's energy and energy.

Li Zicheng, standing with his sword in hand, looks like a clay and wood sculpture.

He could only roll his eyes at the general's words.

"Eternal Peak, Whetstone?"

Lin Dong looked at the peak from his perspective, and then looked at the river below the mountain. The river was roaring and roaring, and a single peak stood in the middle of the river. The rising tide was constantly lapping at the mountain peak.

The whole scene is like an angry dragon hitting the gate of heaven with its head.

The peak is like a sky gate blocking the center of the river. The tide washes over and over again, with a violent lapping sound that is deafening, like an angry dragon roaring violently.

Standing on the stone platform and looking down, you can still see both sides of the river, offering sacrifices to the gods, crazy and jubilant.

Figures as small as ants and temples as big as fists stand on both sides of the river.

"Look at these people, relying on the protection of Tianmen Mountain, they have built many temples without knowing what they are talking about, but they worship the Demon King of the Five Tongs. They use greed to carve the totem of ambition, and all they want is arrogance and luxury. Use hatred to spawn wars, but what you fight for is nothing more than a camp of dogs, dogs, and flies. Fill the world with bloody disputes, but you are obsessed with the color of the world... Humans, what a pathetic creature, Eternal Peak has protected them for thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, they There is no sacrifice, but all the worship is based on the dirtiest and most unbearable thoughts in one’s heart.”

The voice paused.

"Lin Yuanjue, I wonder if this world should be destroyed!"

The general with flying white hair suddenly turned his head and looked in Lin Dong's direction.

Lin Dong was stunned. He thought the general's words were addressed to Li Zicheng, but he didn't expect that he was actually speaking about himself.

"I……"

Lin Dong was about to say something, but found that the general's eyes quickly moved away.

"let's start."

The general patted Li Zicheng on the shoulder.

"it is good!"

Li Zicheng responded in a deep voice.

"However, Master, from now on this sword will no longer be called the Golden Dragon Sword. I will call it the Eternal Sword!"

Huhu.

Take two deep breaths.

Li Zicheng, who looked like a wooden sculpture, began to move. The muscles all over his body kept trembling, and the tendons bulged. The energy in his body that originally seemed to have been drained began to return, and a red light suddenly appeared on his face.

Li Zicheng shouted loudly: "The golden dragon is born, and the Eternal Peak opens the Eternal Sword."

The sound was strong, reverberating between heaven and earth, and making waves in the mountains.

The gravel rolled down, and the stone particles on the platform rose into the air one by one.

Li Zicheng's aura kept rising and rising.

From the realm of innateness, he climbed all the way to innateness, gaining momentum, and finally hovered at the peak of innateness.

"I have the blessing of Shinto, but I can only force Xu Tianxiong, who is half-step innate, into the gate of the innate realm, to the point where all the apertures are singing. But this guy..."

Lin Dong narrowed his eyes slightly. The palm that the devil-headed general had just lightly smacked, crushing more than two hundred acupuncture points on Li Zicheng's body in an instant.

The acupuncture points opened wide, and the vitality between heaven and earth poured in.

Tianmen Mountain under the blue sky and white sun actually forms a huge funnel connecting the sky and the clouds.

Strong winds blew against the hills, and countless rubbles rolled up. Even Lin Dong felt every trace of danger.

next moment.

hold head high!

A brilliant sword light burst out from Li Zicheng's hand.

The sword light flew out and instantly covered the figures of Lin Dong and the general.

At that moment, it was not so much the light of the sword as it was a strong martial will.

Climb to the top and crush Qingtian’s martial arts will.

The clouds suddenly grew and split on both sides.

The top of the mountain was split open by the bright sword light and the overwhelming will.

Rocks fell like rain, and the mountain peak broke apart and turned into a flat piece of talc.

Countless rubble smashed the temples on both sides of the bank.

The boulders fell like rain, and the living people wailed endlessly, amidst the sound of the rolling boulders breaking into pieces.

"Li Zicheng, what will you do if you become the emperor?"

The general asked in a deep voice.

Lin Dong once asked Zhang Xianzhong such a question.

Zhang Xianzhong's words about killing the whole world and giving the world a reincarnation obviously did not satisfy Lin Dong.

But at this moment, the heroism shown by Li Zicheng was quite pleasing to Lin Dong's heart.

A heroic voice came out from the light of the sword. Li Zicheng thought that he had thought about the question and replied: "I should follow the example of the late emperor and kill all the corrupt officials, eradicate the wealthy families, and strive for fairness for the people of the world."

"Fairness? Where does fairness come from? How could Zhu Yuanzhang give fairness to the people of the past? The military and craftsman household system is just a layer of shackles."

The general said sarcastically.

"Divide the land widely, attack the landlords and gentry, unite the people, and establish a new order."

Li Zicheng looked further than Zhang Xianzhong, at least that's what Lin Dong thought. For him to be the emperor, it was basically these things.

Unexpectedly, the general smiled and said: "You are not as transparent as Zhang Xianzhong. You will never be able to feel at ease with your thoughts."

"What is great freedom?"

Li Zicheng asked breathlessly.

"Hahaha, feel free!"

The general's voice paused, as if he was deliberately giving guidance.

"Time is a cage, heaven and earth are a cage, all living beings are a cage, stupidity is a cage, wisdom is a cage, and the heart is the fundamental cage!"

"Since you hold the Eternal Sword, you should have the will to slay the Eternal Sword, achieve yourself, become a Taoist by killing, and cut through everything. Damn the fate of the dynasty, damn the misery of the world, and damn the way of shit! "

"Only by cutting all of this can you achieve your goals and become immortal like us. Li Zicheng, if you want to be free and liberated, you must have the determination to cut everything!"

The general's voice paused and then said: "So what if you become an emperor? What's the point? There was no emperor in that dynasty? How can ruling thousands of people compare to a long life? Drinking, sex and wealth are just nothing in the final analysis. In that way, only those who have achieved eternal ancient achievements are worthy of the killing method that I teach you! Every time you kill one more person, you will become stronger."

"In the past thousands of years, there have been thousands of emperors in China alone. Even the so-called Eternal Mingjun is just a title. It's not interesting. You might as well have a hearty killing spree. , giving the world a bloodbath."

"It's a hero to kill ten thousand people, but what if you kill tens of millions or hundreds of millions of people?" "It's hard for people to remember their brilliance and martial prowess. On the contrary, fear can make all living beings remember it! If you can slaughter the entire land of Kyushu, You are the eternal and immortal god!”

"Li Zicheng, wake up!"

The general roared angrily, snatched the dragon-patterned golden sword from Li Zicheng's hand, and swung the sword violently.

Heaven and earth split apart.

Black and white suddenly separated.

Suppose Li Zicheng destroyed the mountain with one sword.

Then, the sword of the general seems to be cutting off the will of all people.

Rivers change their courses, mountains and rivers crumble, the earth overturns, and time flies by. What in this world is indestructible?

One day, humanity and God will completely collapse.

The so-called billions of living beings will also die.

"Why? Shouldn't all living beings die?"

The general's golden vertical pupils reflected his powerful sword strike.

With a slash of the knife, the clouds between the sky and the earth were cut open, and a long and narrow trace like a deep valley or a large ravine appeared.

Thousands of miles of clouds were broken, and a dark chasm appeared in the sky.

In the endless darkness, you can still see the bright stars, thousands of meteors, sliding from west to north, like a rain that destroyed a dynasty.

On this day, the mighty river came ashore, and all the temples of the Wutong Demon God were destroyed by the river water.

"Lin Yuanjue, be optimistic, one day I will destroy thousands of living things in the world."

The general said suddenly.

The screen suddenly went dark.

Lin Dong had a lot of words choked in his throat and wanted to say something. When he came to his senses, all he saw in front of him was the dilapidated Huanglong Village.

The cottage was riddled with holes and almost razed to the ground.

The demon-headed general and the figure of Li Zicheng had disappeared from sight.

"hateful."

Lin Dong clenched his fists, and it took a long time to hold back these words.

……

"Mao Wenlong, I asked you to send troops, but you didn't! You are so brave."

Yuan Chonghuan tightened his fists, shattered the space, and emerged from a black hole, with blue and purple plasma flickering around the edge of the black hole.

Yuan Chonghuan took one step forward, surrounded by endless stone pillars.

Yuan Chonghuan placed his feet on the pillar head, and standing opposite was Mao Wenlong, the supervisor of Pidao.

Next to Mao Wenlong stood a Taoist priest holding an apricot-yellow banner.

"Supervisor Yuan, what you said is not nice. You are the supervisor, and our marshal is also the supervisor. No matter how long your hand is, you can't reach the island."

The thin Taoist said with a hint of sarcasm in his words.

"Mao Wenlong, do you think so too?"

Yuan Chonghuan frowned and became even more fierce.

The black-faced general, Mao Wenlong tightened the Qinglong Iron Halberd in his hand. He was a little embarrassed, but he said: "Mr. Houqing means what I mean. Marshal Yuan, I'm sorry."

Mao Wenlong put down the iron spur, cupped his hands and said with fists.

"you!"

Yuan Chonghuan's eyes widened, and the veins on his face almost popped out.

Mao Wenlong was able to rise all the way in his official career. In addition to his own achievements, Yuan Chonghuan's protection was also indispensable.

Yuan Chonghuan was one of the few people in the imperial court who could talk to the Donglin Party and at the same time save some face with Wei Zhongxian.

Every time when the imperial court was asked to allocate food and grass, Yuan Chonghuan would contribute one or two. Otherwise, how could he possibly raise an army of more than 10,000 soldiers just by doing business with the maritime countries.

Facing the furious Yuan Chonghuan, Hou Qing just kept sneering.

call.

Taking a deep breath, "Okay." Yuan Chonghuan swallowed the bad breath and said with a cold face: "The batch of military silver taels reported last time was falsely reported several times. You must allocate at least one hundred thousand taels. Could it be that a certain family’s Shangfang sword is bad?”

As the three of them faced each other, Yuan Chonghuan's momentum continued to rise. As a martial saint at the peak of his innate nature, he was half-stepped into the existence of human immortals. As far as martial artists were concerned, there was almost no existence in the world that could confront him.

During the prosperous Tang Dynasty, stars were like clouds and immortals were frequent.

So by the end of the Tang Dynasty, demons were cannibals, and after a hundred years of war, there were no immortals left.

By the Song Dynasty, it was difficult for Jiazi to find anyone.

Seven hundred years later, in the Ming Dynasty, especially at the end of the Ming Dynasty, Yuan Chonghuan was almost the most powerful in terms of martial arts.

When he was angry, his pupils were filled little by little with golden particles, and his pupils were like cracked paper windows, with a golden vertical slit appearing.

The pupils of the demon-headed general are also this pure golden color.

Mao Wenlong also felt panic in his heart. Fear was like a spider web, slowly crawling up his whole soul. Facing those golden vertical pupils, he felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Just when Mao Wenlong wanted to agree.

"Yuan Chonghuan, how dare you act wildly in front of a poor man?"

Hou Qing jumped out and stood in front of Mao Wenlong.

The flag was raised to the ground, intercepting Yuan Chonghuan's power.

"Mao Wenlong, tell him your deepest wish and tell him that if you want to get it, you have to give something."

Hou Qing shouted loudly.

"me……"

Mao Wenlong's voice trembled.

"Don't you want to be the King of Dai Viet?"

Hou Qing asked back.

Only then did Mao Wenlong calm down.

If ambition is like weeds growing aimlessly, then Mao Wenlong's desolate heart has long been filled with weeds.

He said solemnly: "General Yuan, we are brothers. I don't say such nonsense. I don't know how to exchange soldiers or food. We have soldiers, food, and rights. I want to go. Dai Viet will be the emperor of Vietnam, the emperor of Jizi, and the king of kings on the sea."

The voice paused.

"And you, Commander-in-Chief, your future has never been in the Ming Dynasty. How can Chongzhen son still give you a different surname and make him a king? No matter how good you are, you will only hold the position of Duke of the country until you die. There are serious factional disputes in the court, and you Isn’t it clear? Wouldn’t it be great to join forces with the Kingdom of Jin and become the king of the South Campus?”

Mao Wenlong spoke in a logical and logical manner, and his analysis was succinct.

Of course he, an old man, couldn't come up with these words. These were all given to him by the Demon God's Empress.

"I'll kill you."

Yuan Chonghuan flew into the sky, and his huge fist created a terrifying ripple.

The endless power of the fist was like the tide of a river sweeping towards Hou Qing, Mao Wenlong.

Mao Wenlong's face turned pale, and the apricot-yellow flag rustled in the wind. At this moment, despite the support of the queen, he felt unprecedented pressure, as if he was facing a prehistoric beast.

To a certain extent, it is more like a superior species crushing a lower species.

He opened his mouth wide, but not even a single sound came out from his throat.

Peak Martial Saint! Almost human.

(End of this chapter)