Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 106 The Death of Jianixi

Jia Nixi was dressed in animal skin and bird feathers, holding a spear of animal bone, and walked up to the high platform quietly. His aura had already established a foundation, and the brilliant morning sun covered his body, and the golden light set off him like an avatar.

Under the high platform, there is a boundless and dark mass of Shanyue tribes, worshiping devoutly and peacefully. Everyone's eyes are full of hope and light. Shanyue's 100 years of chaos and disorder are coming to an end, and this king will open a new era for them.

Different from the fiery excitement of the audience, Jia Nixi's eyes were full of sarcasm and disdain. Standing stiffly on the high platform, he stared coldly at the worshiping Shanyue below.

"Kanixi, it's time."

The old witch in a black robe who was holding high the beast head scepter next to him spoke hoarsely, his aura turned out to be the pinnacle of foundation establishment, and his hoarse voice drifted to Jianixi's ears.

"Don't delay...as long as you die with peace of mind, I won't touch your people."

The old witch looked helpless, and had already scolded his senior brother who pushed him down the mountain in his heart.

"It turns out that Jia Nixi has already noticed that something is wrong. No wonder everyone is pushing each other... I have been in seclusion for so many years, and I thought it was a good job!"

"It's really not easy to force him to be a sacrifice at ease. This guy has no heirs and no wife. The only thing he cares about is the hundreds of thousands of Shanyue. He can only use this to blackmail him. If it wasn't for this altar that asked him to go up in person , I don’t want to talk nonsense, just tie him up and throw him up.”

Jia Nixi glanced at him contemptuously, clenched the spear in his hand, and stepped forward slowly. The reddish light had flowed from the lines on the high platform, and suddenly he said:

"Old guy, let me ask you, have you ever raised the people and governed the army?"

The old witch looked at Jia Nixi with disdain, and completely lost the helplessness he felt when he was persecuted by hundreds of thousands of mountains a few days ago. His heart skipped a beat, his hairs were standing on end, and he said shyly:

"Ja Nixi! Don't disregard hundreds of thousands of mountains and do such impulsive things!"

Jia Ni Xi laughed, bristled with anger, and said coldly:

"The army is for my knife, and the people are for my frame. How can anyone die for utensils!"

As soon as this remark came out, the old Wu suddenly felt something was wrong, he only felt that the magic power in this man's body surged, and he felt like he was breaking himself, and he kept shouting:

"Master!"

The sky suddenly changed, and a big thin hand came across the sky, trying to suppress the abnormal change in Jianixi's body. Unexpectedly, a mysterious light came from the east, and it hit that hand, blocking it for a while. .

"Crack."

The six chakras in Jia Nixi's body shattered at the sound, and the foundation of the great way cast in his body exploded, and red blood spewed out, shocking the old witch's expression.

"What do you want, woman?"

Jia Nixi took off the armor and asked her indifferently.

"Let the king live."

she says.

The memories ended abruptly, and the King of Shanyue was blown to pieces in front of tens of thousands of Shanyue, and the red blood stained the entire high platform.

Jia Nixi's brown eyeball flew out tens of feet, bouncing and falling down the high platform, and rolled down in front of the kneeling Shanyue woman.

The Shanyue woman was still carrying a child on her back, jumped up as if bitten by a snake, held up her deep brown eyes tremblingly, her face was blue and white, coughed a few times, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

There was a sudden silence between the sky and the earth, and the huge terror suppressed the army and the people below could not utter a word. The dark clouds and lightning quickly gathered in the sky, and the strong wind hit every corner.

"who is it……"

A murmur came to the old witch's ear, and he knelt down and shivered. The cultivation at the peak of foundation establishment couldn't bring him a sense of security, and the old witch felt dead in his heart.

"It's not an old friend... it's the new Zifu... who is it?!"

Thunderous shouts rang in the ears of the old witch, and the qi-training Yamayue people on the stage were immediately blasted into meat paste, and the high platform made of mud and bricks collapsed in response, and the rolling mud and sand rolled down, The thick earthy breath immediately permeated the entire Dajue Court.

"Who taught his broken wheel to disintegrate?! Who!"

A middle-aged man in a black robe stood in the void, and the old witch was covered in mud and knelt in a state of embarrassment. Then he saw the middle-aged man raised his hand, his expression was full of tyranny.

"How many years... No one has made this old man suffer such a big loss!"

The majestic momentum swept all directions, and the entire Dajue Court's Shanyue began to tremble.

"Master! This is the Mysterious Light Technique... It's probably done by the Demon Sect!"

The old witch's back felt cold, and he stammered a reply, then he heard the middle-aged Zifu say coldly:

"Qingchi Demon Sect... When the old man was rampant, he was just Xiaozong who guarded the dilapidated mountain gate, but now he dares to bully the old man!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared into the sky above the ruins. The old witch knelt for a while before he dared to raise his head quietly. Seeing that the middle-aged man had gone away, he drove away with his flying shuttle.

Only tens of thousands of mountains were left lying on the ground, weeping lowly, and thousands of misty incense turned into light gray resentment, wandering over the Great Jue Court.

"Your Majesty..."

The Yamakoshi on the ground wept and knelt around the brown eyeball, but the sound of rustling wings slowly came from afar.

"Locust! Locust!"

But I heard the guards on the city wall shouting loudly, gray and black locusts poured in like mountains and seas in the distance, rustling and shaking the sky, flying freely over the Dajue Court, sucking the resentment condensed by the severe drought and disaster.

"Om..."

The locusts bumping into people without thinking was just a pain, but the Shanyue people cried for their father and mother, trampled and pushed each other, and the whole Dajue Court instantly became a hell on earth.

"Your Majesty!"

Seeing the turbulent crowd coming quickly, the woman carrying the child hurriedly lifted the boy high and threw it on the low boulder with all her strength, and was immediately submerged in the crowd, turning into flesh and bones on the ground.

Amidst the overwhelming sound of locusts flapping their wings, the golden morning light was covered by dark clouds, and the entire northern foot was once again plunged into the thickest darkness.

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The moist water vapor diffused, and the towns were full of joyous laughter. The villagers moved out all kinds of containers from urinals to large vats, and waited enthusiastically for the arrival of the rainstorm.

"It's finally raining!"

The sadness on Li Xuanxuan's face finally dissipated, and he looked at the townspeople running on the street with a smile. The severe drought lasted for eight months, and now it finally rained.

Li Xuanling beside him pursed his lips and did not speak, and his expression also became happy. The gray Xuanshui sword on the green blade in his hand was shining brightly, obviously he had achieved a lot.

Li Jingtian stuck to his pen and looked out of the window with a smile, the raindrops hit the stone road little by little, and Chen Donghe beside him looked at her quietly.

"Winter River."

Li Jingtian suddenly called out something, Chen Donghe blushed and lowered his head in surprise, but he quickly replied:
"what?"

"Tell me about my father in the west."

Chen Donghe's expression brightened immediately, and he told her all the things about going west. Li Jingtian listened quietly, nodding slightly from time to time.

The majestic heavy rain hit every corner, and all the villagers ran and celebrated in the heavy rain, with cheerful smiles on their faces. Li Tongya looked at the clouds in the wind for a while, and his brows felt a little more relaxed color.

"Good rain, really good rain."

Looking west from a distance, the suffocating breath has disappeared, Li Tongya thought to himself:
"Presumably Jia Nixi is over, we have to wait for the news... I can breathe a sigh of relief."

With an enemy like Jianixi beside him, it always makes people toss and turn. As long as Jianixi dies, the fifteen villages in Shanyue will be nothing but mobs, and the monks on Wushan Mountain will not leave the mountain. of.

"What's more, the blood sacrifice has been completed, and I don't know how many Qi trainings are left in the mountains."

It's a pity that this boundary line was drawn by Shanyue Zifu and Qingchizong, otherwise Li Tongya might cross the border and annex several villages.

Slowly falling into the courtyard, Li Tongya saw Liu Rouxuan coming up to him with a smile, and said:

"My husband is back."

Liu Rouxuan has practiced for so many years, but her cultivation is only at the third level of fetal breath. After all, her talent is not high, and she has practiced the first-grade fetal breath technique. She has not made any progress for many years, and now there are some white hairs on her temples.

"Ah."

Li Tongya responded gently. He and Liu Rouxuan have been friends for nearly 20 years, and they are very familiar with each other. He held her hand, and seeing Liu Rouxuan's worried expression, he said with a smile:
"what happened?"

"Husband..."

Liu Rouxuan lowered her eyebrows and replied:
"I picked a few concubines for you, and they are all waiting outside."

Li Tongya froze for a moment, and waved back the women who came in with strange expressions, and said with a broken smile:

"What are you thinking about!"

Liu Rouxuan bent her eyebrows and said in a low voice:

"I know that my talent is not high, I am afraid that I will not be able to practice Qi for the rest of my life, and it will be difficult for me to be with my husband for a long time. Now I have no more than Xuanling under my knees, and my children are few..."

Li Tongya opened his mouth, but did not say a word. The pills and spiritual rice in the clan have always been allocated according to their qualifications. The people in Xuanxuan and Xuanling are not enough, so Liu Rouxuan is naturally neglected. With her qualifications, I am afraid that she will die. Can't break through Qi training.

"This……"

Li Tongya uttered a word with some difficulty. With his style, it is naturally difficult to spend the resources of the clan to favor his wife, but Liu Rouxuan shook his head lightly and said:
"Concubine is not what it means."

"I'm not good at fighting, and my qualifications are poor. Even if I practice Qi, it's just a waste. How dare I waste the resources of the clan. I just want my husband to keep more children."

Li Tongya shook his head, quite touched, and said in a low voice:
"It doesn't need to be said again, I was born in a farming family, so I can't learn the style of three wives and four concubines."

"Xuanling is well-behaved and calm, and works hard on weekdays. This is all thanks to you. I haven't thanked you enough yet."

Liu Rouxuan wanted to say more, but Li Tongya blocked her mouth, and said softly between her ears and temples:

"If you want an heir, just regenerate one for me."

(End of this chapter)