After becoming the villain

Chapter 247 "The God-killing Battle" and "The Green Mountain Remains"

The blood-colored sky is particularly conspicuous at this moment.

Everything in the world seems to be dim because of this.

Yan Wulu, Jun Xing and others fought desperately with Tie Che and others on the mountainside.

The five Iron Masked Men, except for the iron chariot who was injured and escaped, the others all died on the spot.

Yan Wulu didn't make any stop, and quickly headed to the top of the mountain with one step.

The rest followed closely.

At this moment, they were only a few hundred meters away from the top of the Forbidden Mountain.

Suddenly.

In the sky above the mountain top, two huge light pillars, one black and one white, appeared at the same time and shot straight into the sky.

After that, there were strange changes in the stars and fire and rocks from the sky.

Under the bloody sky, the clouds formed a whirlpool shape.

Flame meteorites continued to fall.

The majestic energy is overflowing.

As the earth shook and the mountains shook, it felt like a catastrophe was coming.

Suddenly, for a moment, it seemed as if the energy from the two parties violently collided.

It was vaguely felt that in this moment, the space was annihilated and the avenue disappeared.

The violent earthquake made everyone feel unstable and swaying from side to side.

Yan Wulu felt something bad in his heart.

Without any hesitation, he immediately stepped forward using the "Blue Sea Clone Technique".

And when Yan Wulu stepped onto the top of the Zijin Mountain, everything in front of him seemed to be completely alien.

It's like suffering a divine punishment here.

The energy impact of the explosion turned almost all the land on the top of Zijin Mountain into black earth, and some places even turned into desert-like black powder.

Transparent crystals that only appear under severe high temperatures can be seen everywhere here.

An earth-shaking and tragic battle...

Although Yan Wulu did not witness this battle with his own eyes.

But as long as you see the traces of the battle left here at this time, you can roughly imagine what a terrifying battle it was.

Many of the world's masters who came with Yan Wulu were dumbfounded for a moment.

They believed that if they participated in this battle, they would definitely be dead.

Yan Wulu gradually came back to his senses.

He suddenly looked anxious.

Yan Wulu stepped forward with a sword and halberd in each hand, trying his best to look for his father Yan Dong.

And soon, he saw...

In the center of the entire mountaintop, Yan Dong sat high on the throne of the Immortal Lord like an overlord.

The material of the immortal throne is really unusual. With such a violent impact, the entire top of the mountain seems to have been reshaped, but it is still as perfect as new...

Of course, the back of the throne was cut in half by a sharp artifact.

Although the sacred dignity of the Immortal Lord's throne was thus lost, it actually gained the damaged power of the Overlord's throne.

And Yan Dong sat on the throne with such domineering attitude, declaring his status as the winner of this pinnacle battle.

He held one hand slightly in front of himself.

His eyes were silently staring at Xie Qixing's body, as if he was watching the other party die slowly.

In front of Yan Dong.

Xie Qixing, when we met at Zijin Mountain that day, he still looked like an immortal riding on the wind.

At this moment, his face was pale, his lips were black and blue, his bun was messy, and his fairy robe was broken.

He was pierced directly through the heart by the black [Overlord Spear], and his whole body fell on his back into the sunken earth.

But he didn't fall down completely. His body and the body of the [Overlord Spear] formed an inexplicably harmonious and weird triangle. It was like he was nailed here in the air.

His hands hung down weakly, with blood stains on them, and the center of his palms was broken into pieces due to the explosion of the fierce battle.

His arms were weak, but his body seemed as stiff as iron.

A pair of eyes that were extremely empty and lifeless.

There is blood flowing out of the mouth, nose and ears.

Xie Qixing is dead.

This seemingly invincible immortal was defeated by Yan Dong.

Yan Wulu was the first among everyone to react.

He immediately stepped forward with his sword in hand.

Just in case, Yan Wulu used the [Emperor Sword] to cut off Xie Qixing's head directly.

Neck broken.

However, Xie Qixing's body could no longer spurt out blood.

White and dry, like dried rotten flesh.

Yan Wulu didn't know whether it was because of the physical changes of the ninth-rank immortal, or because of the huge offensive caused by his father.

It wasn't until much later that Yan Wulu knew that this was the trace left by an inferior version of the "sucking method".

Yan Wulu turned to look at his father on the throne.

Their eyes met.

At first, they were all silent and solemn, and then they both smiled.

Jun Xing, Cao Xi, Cheng Huanian, Daosheng and others also came forward one after another at this moment.

They looked at the corpse of the immortal carefully and found that the corpse of the immortal looked exactly like the corpse of a mortal.

The old man Sword Saint stepped forward first.

He came to Yan Dong's side, patted him on the shoulder, and said directly——

"Well, Yan Dong, you are so happy to win. How long have you been sitting here?"

"...even if we win, we don't know how to come down and help us. It's extremely difficult for us to fight at the foot of the mountain."

"Hahaha." Everyone laughed.

The same is true for Yan Dong.

Everyone seemed delighted.

But Yan Dong sat on the throne of the immortal for a long time.

Yan Wulu wondered in his mind whether his father was exhausted from the fierce battle and no longer had the energy to stand up.

He stepped forward and came to Yan Dong's side, ready to help him if necessary.

Yan Dong waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

He looked at everyone, put one hand on the armchair of the throne and secretly exerted force, slowly stood up and said -

"This battle at Purple Mountain is over."

Yan Dong said.

In this devastated place, he stood up straight and solemnly announced to everyone——

"We won the battle!"

Many masters in the world heard the words, and the tense mood they had been tense for a long time finally relaxed at this moment.

Sergeant Zhenbei echoed loudly.

Yan Dong looked around, his aura looking down on the world.

Cheng Huanian came to his side.

Yan Dong suddenly said secretly to Cheng Huanian——

"Send a signal to the emperor."

"...Maybe he is still thinking about whether he should welcome my victory or Xie Qixing's victory."

Cheng Hua thought with his head bowed.

The low-pitched exchanges between the two of them did not affect the joy of victory in the crowd here at this moment.

But suddenly...Cao Xi fell.

It was also at this moment that everyone discovered the serious injuries that Cao Xi had been covering up.

The wound was not conspicuous under the black clothes, but blood kept pouring out, gradually soaking the entire skirt.

He had already suffered fatal injuries during the previous fierce battle, and it was not easy for him to be able to hold on until now.

The crowd gathered around.

Yan Wulu even half-supported Senior Cao Xi with one hand and placed the other hand on Cao Xi's pulse point, trying to diagnose his injury.

When Cao Xi saw this, he laughed at himself and said——

"I'm really old. In the past, I was not capable of fighting like this."

"...Fighting with you old guys, I am the only one who suffered such serious injuries. I feel ashamed."

Yan Wulu felt a little sad.

This is not a problem of Cao Xi's strength, but that Cao Xi fought too hard.

Almost every one of the four Iron Masked Men who died suffered fatal attacks from Cao Xi.Even the iron chariot was injured and escaped after fighting with Cao Xi.

Moreover, Cao Xi's warrior essence was consumed too much...

This is the real fatal problem.

Otherwise, this injury may seem like a horrific injury, but it is actually not a crisis.

……

On the Deer Platform of the Royal Palace.

Watching the scarlet flying fire signal agreed with King Zhenbei rise into the sky from the top of Zijin Mountain.

For a moment, the oppressive and solemn atmosphere on Lutai seemed to relax at this moment.

"We won, father, we won!" King Yu Zhao Lingrui said excitedly.

Prince Zhao Lingfeng was also overjoyed.

In front of the two of them, the old emperor Zhao Purui did not feel any obvious joy. His figure moved slightly and turned to leave.

Zhao Purui ordered while walking -

"Send someone to greet the triumphal team of King Zhenbei."

"...Then, let's release all the ten thousand boys and girls under house arrest in the palace."

Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui responded respectfully, his face beaming with joy.

When Zhao Lingfeng heard this, his expression changed slightly and his heart was slightly touched.

He suddenly discovered that his father had actually made preparations a long time ago——

If King Zhenbei is defeated, his father will hand over these ten thousand boys and girls to the immortal as a sign of goodwill.

Moreover, from beginning to end, the people who attacked the mountain had nothing to do with the Daqian court.

Even Cao Xi had already resigned from the post of governor of the East Factory.

After this battle, as long as the immortal still needs to do something big, he will not attack the royal family.

Zhao Lingfeng was a little unclear whether the confidence his father showed in King Zhenbei at that time really came from his heart, or whether it was disguised to stabilize himself and Lao Jiu.

Zhao Lingfeng realized that there still seemed to be a big gap between himself and his father.

It’s like my father is always able to make perfect countermeasures...

Zhao Lingfeng watched Zhao Purui leaving Lutai.

Suddenly, Zhao Lingfeng heard Zhao Purui muttering to himself——

"...cutting the San Francisco and expelling the northern borders should keep Daqian safe for at least a hundred years."

Prince Zhao Lingfeng suddenly realized, he couldn't help but secretly thought——

"Yes."

"...The noble family is gone, the immortal is dead, now it's time to eliminate the vassal king."

……

The Battle of Purple Mountain.

The dense haze over the Daqian Dynasty was swept away.

Emperor Zhao Purui sent envoys out of the city to greet the Zhenbei Army and the heroes of the rivers and lakes, and awarded them various honorary titles and countless gold and silver treasures.

Afterwards, a celebration banquet was held in the palace, and a decree was issued to reduce and exempt the world's taxes.

While celebrating Yan Dong and others, it also intends to announce to the world that the death of Prime Minister Qin Shuzheng and even the decision to sacrifice [-] boys and girls were all the work of the "thousand-year-old demon" on the Purple Mountain.

Now, the demon has been killed by the emperor's followers.

Any guilt has nothing to do with the royal family.

And any credit must have the overall planning of the royal family.

After thanking the emperor for his kindness.

Yan Dong and Yan Wulu returned to Yan Mansion.

Cheng Huanian led the Zhenbei Army to station outside the city.

Amaro and Qiling, after communicating and confirming with Yan Wulu, left separately.

The Prince of Zhenbei is still acting as government agent in Beidi.

When Yan Wulu left the Western Regions, he asked Li Mieling, Nan Chuanyue and others to go to Xiyi Tubo to find Amaro, and then asked Bai Yue to replace the letter with the orc holy beast Qiling.

In the name of the Lord of the North, he promised them a gift they couldn't refuse.

In addition, Amaro was already on good terms with Yan Wulu, and Qi Ling came at Bai Yue's personal request.

They thought about the gains and losses, and they were all willing to help Prince Zhenbei.

However, they did not know at the time that the opponent in this war was far more powerful than they imagined...

But, fortunately, they have all been won now.

……

Cao Xi, the former governor of Dongchang, was seriously injured. The old emperor Zhao Purui sent an imperial doctor to treat him.

Yan Wulu also went to inspect it personally.

However, Cao Xi's body seemed to be unable to recover.

The injuries on his body are secondary, mainly because the warrior's original energy is consumed too much...

But Cao Xi didn't care much about these.

He said, "I have served Daqian as the governor all my life. Finally, when I was dying, I did what I wanted to do as Cao Xi."

Yan Wulu told Cao Xi that he would work with Yao Wanggu to find a way to extend Cao Xi's life.

But Cao Xi waved his hand, "In human life, life, death, sickness and old age are inevitable."

"...I am neither a god of war nor an immortal. Death is also a relief."

Yan Wulu had nothing to say.

He expressed his gratitude to Cao Xi for his continued care.

After leaving.

The next day, I heard the news of the death of Cao Xi, the former governor of Dongchang.

The old emperor personally wrote an inscription for Cao Xi, and he was buried with honors as the governor of Dongchang.

Yan Wulu felt a little melancholy and had no ideas in his mind for a while.

I just feel that Governor Cao has his own joys and sorrows throughout his life.

……

The old sword sage bid farewell on the day the "Battle of Purple Gold Mountain" ended.

He didn't even go to the celebration banquet invited by the old emperor.

Yan Wulu originally wanted to invite the old man Sword Saint to go to the Northland with him.

But he was also rejected by the old man Sword Saint.

The Sword Master handed his "Blood Drinking Demon Blade" to Yan Wulu, and he said——

"Now that I have repaid my great kindness, I have decided to withdraw from the world."

"...This sword is useless to me. I hope His Highness can find a new sword owner for it in the future."

Yan Wulu took the magic blade with both hands and agreed.

Afterwards, the old sword sage left and walked away.

His back looked very stooped and small, and he occasionally coughed...

Yan Wulu originally thought that the old man Sword Saint would continue to sell tea there in Hexi, but he waited until Yan Wulu returned to Beidi and occasionally went to Hexi again.

But I found that there were only green mountains but no people.

The tea shop has long been abandoned, like a ruin on the roadside.

When Yan Wulu saw this, he felt slightly sad and murmured to himself——

"It seems that Senior Sword Saint didn't even come to the tea shop back then."

……

After the Battle of Purple Mountain, Sword Saint Junxing stayed in Jinling for two days, and then returned to Yaowang Valley.

The inflammatory disease in his body was only suppressed and has not yet been eradicated.

Yan Wulu has communicated with Yao Yingran, Zhao Linglong, Rong Qingyao and others, and feels that it may not be realistic to completely eliminate the inflammation poison.

However, Zhao Linglong said that it might be possible to turn Jun Xing into a demon descendant of the Flame Demon to become immune to the flame poison.

Yan Wulu was worried that Master Junxing, as a sword master of the generation, would not bother to become a demon.

But after Jun Xing heard about it, he said that Yan Wulu was overly worried.

He says--

"Who cares whether he is possessed or not if he can live a little longer?"

……

(End of this chapter)