I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 377: At the foot of the holy mountain! Beheading!

There are many pure monks in the Holy Mountain.

The most feared thing is being contaminated by worldly cause and effect.

If it weren't for the decree of the Great Witch, this celestial being of the Eight Realms would not have come down the mountain and been contaminated by the filth of the human world.

Same race?

Under the influence of the great witch, they had long seen through these illusions.

Focus on the Tao.

Hearing the cold words of this celestial being, King Zuo Xian felt a chill in his heart.

But how could he influence the thoughts of an eighth-level celestial being?

Since the other party is unwilling to take action, no one can force him in any way.

Of course, there is actually a solution.

As long as he rushed out of this deep palace at this moment and faced his good brother.

At that time, not only would he be able to attract the anger of his good brother, but he would also be able to force the eighth-level celestial being beside him to take action.

In this way, the Wuhuan nobles and soldiers on the city wall at this moment can naturally be protected.

However, this thought only appeared in Zuo Xian Wang's mind for a moment and then disappeared completely.

He was afraid.

fear death!

I’m even more afraid of that lunatic Shi Bi!
He has lived a cowardly life all his life, and now that the clouds are about to clear and the moon is shining, how could he be willing to gamble with his life!
No! No way!
Not worth it!
The struggle in Zuo Xian Wang's eyes finally turned into indifference.

And with his giving up, the fate and end of those people on the city wall seemed to be doomed.

Everyone looked at Shi Bi's unbridled divine power with horror and despair.

Someone shouted in horror.

"Khan! No!"

"We are all the Khan's subjects!"

People?

Are you worthy?

You are just my dogs!
There was a flash of mockery and cruelty in Shi Bi's eyes.

If it is useful, use it.

If it's useless, just kill it and have a snack!

Just when Shi Bi was about to destroy half of the Dragon City wall, a chuckle came from the void that made Shi Bi stiffen all over.

"Tiger poison doesn't even eat its seeds."

"These people are the Khan's people! How could the Khan have the heart to do this?"

After finishing, he turned around suddenly with a look of horror.

"you……"

Before he finished speaking, the Yazitian Sword, which had already slashed through the sky seven times, once again cut through the sky.

In an instant, the dark clouds in the sky where the snow was falling all over the place suddenly dissipated.

The originally pitch-black sky suddenly became slightly brighter.

Looking around, I saw a figure holding a long sword, walking towards me in the moonlight.

Above the night sky revealed by the clouds, seven bright stars shone in the sky.

It seemed to echo the seven hideous heads hanging in the air beside the man.

Big Dipper!

There are five stars in the sky. The Southern Dipper represents life, and the Northern Dipper... represents death!
As the dazzling sky sword that illuminated the sky cut through the void.

The Shibi that was venting its terrifying power just a moment ago has now become silent.

The Wuhuan barbarians on the city wall who had escaped death in this short moment stared blankly at the void above.

'Yong people?'

'Why are the Yong people here?'

They were confused.

What is even more unacceptable to them is...

The Khan, whom they revered as a god, wanted them to kill them!

But the Yong people, who had a blood feud with them for generations, rescued them.

Such an absurd thing is bound to make people laugh when told to others.

But no one could laugh at this moment.

Looking at the figure of the Yong man who had put his sword back into the sheath, some people suddenly felt inexplicably familiar.

After a moment, someone finally exclaimed.

"It's him again!"

It's not 'it's him', it's 'it's him again'!
There was no doubt that they had seen this 'him' before.

On that occasion, this man led only 300 remaining soldiers outside the city and trampled on thousands of soldiers, slaughtering countless people.

Afterwards, they attacked the city in one fell swoop and almost burned down the entire Dragon City!
Recalling the memory that made all the Karasuma people feel ashamed, some people opened their mouths and subconsciously wanted to yell.

But when he thought about how he had just been rescued by the other party, he could only swallow the words back.

Of course, the most crucial thing is that they suddenly realized that the terrifying sword that the other party had just displayed was not comparable to the original Yuanshen realm.

"Eight...Eight realms of heavenly beings!"

But this...how is this possible?

How is it possible that someone can cross three realms in succession and almost stand at the pinnacle of the world in just one year?

……

Han Shao lowered his eyes and looked at the dead silence on the top of Longcheng City, ignoring the shock and confusion of the barbarians.

After casually waving the eighth severed head left by Shi Bi, he nodded slightly to the eighth-level celestial being in the city as a greeting.

The celestial being from the Holy Mountain of the Eight Realms hurriedly stood up to return the greeting.

Seeing that Han Shao seemed to be about to leave, the Eighth Realm Heavenly Being called out to him.

"Han Hou, wait a moment."

Han Shao paused slightly.

"This method of cutting off the head to save the life is the secret method of my Holy Mountain."

"But there is a limit. Marquis Han only needs to kill him once more."

The celestial being in the Eight Realms revealed all the secrets of Shi Bi.

Although this was exactly what Han Shao had expected, Han Shao did not ignore the other party's goodwill.

After nodding slightly, Han Shao thanked him.

Seeing that Han Shao accepted his kindness, the celestial being in the eighth realm was obviously pleased.

"In that case, Lord Han, just go ahead without any worries."

"With me here, there won't be any trouble."

Compared with Yan Shu's dull mind, this eighth-level celestial being is much more clever.

The intention is to take the initiative to make friends, without any concealment.

Han Shao smiled.

"Thank you for your hard work, Your Excellency."

"If you have time tomorrow, please come to my house and have a chat. I will make sure to welcome you."

Hearing Han Shao's invitation, the celestial being in the eighth realm felt quite flattered.

"Of course! Of course! When the time comes, I hope Marquis Han will not despise me for bringing disgrace upon the Marquis' family!"

Well, even the purity of a monk has its limits.

With his level of cultivation, he could indeed ignore some of the powerful people in the world, but he could not face a terrifying existence that was destined to reach the ninth level of Taiyi in the future.

It is never too humble.

King Zuo Xian, who was standing aside, looked at the almost servile Eighth Realm Celestial Being beside him with a look of astonishment in his eyes.

Thinking back to how arrogant this old immortal had been in front of me in recent days.

At this moment, he suddenly understood something, and a hint of eagerness suddenly appeared in his eyes as he looked at the young figure in the void.

However, when his eagerness met the other party's cold gaze, it was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head.

As my whole body felt icy cold, I felt a fear in my heart that was almost like trembling.

Only then did he realize that although he and the Marquis of Han had been secretly communicating for nearly a year, this was a different time, not to mention the hatred that had accumulated between the two sides during last year's battle.

Just looking at the huge difference after the reversal of the strong and weak situations, he has no right to put on airs as the Zuo Xian Wang in front of the other party.

However, his reaction made Han Shao extremely satisfied.

"Be at peace and live a rich and prosperous life."

"Too many false thoughts will lead to a hard and happy ending."

"Do you understand what I mean?"

Hearing Han Shao's words, which were almost a scolding, Zuo Xian Wang's face turned slightly red.

But in the end, he could only respond dejectedly.

"Xiao Wang understands."

Seeing this, Han Shao said nothing more.

He didn't mean to bluff at all.

As long as the Zuo Xian King was obedient enough, Han Shao would not hesitate to grant him a lifetime of wealth and honor simply because of his blood relationship with the unborn child.

But if he is not in a clear mind, Gongsun of Liaodong will surely be happy to see it happen.

After all... killing the mother and keeping the son, and raising him under the care of the stepmother, is not uncommon in this world.

Han Shao slowly withdrew his gaze, took steps, and his figure gradually changed from solid to virtual.

At this time, the barbarians on the city wall below finally couldn't help but asked loudly.

"and many more……"

Han Shao's figure gradually faded away, and he turned his head and looked back.

"Why...why did you save us?"

Han Shao had no interest in answering this question.

After all, the grassland needs people.

Otherwise, if the Youbei Wuwan is gone today, the white pills and black pills will slowly appear tomorrow.

Compared with the ambitious new overlords in the future, a former overlord who has been beaten and is half-dead is obviously easier to control.

……

October is almost over.

The rolling hills around are completely covered in silver.

Only the towering mountain has a white top, while the ground below still looks lush and green.

That is the Holy Mountain.

For two thousand years, countless grassland tribes have looked up to this sacred place. The same was true of Shibi back then.

When he stood at the foot of the mountain and looked up at the mountain in front of him, his heart was filled with respect and awe.

I just wonder how there can be such tall and huge mountains in this world.

At that time, he only thought that if he could stand on the top of the mountain and look down, he would definitely see a different scenery.

But... since when did I start to change?

And since when did I suddenly feel that the towering mountain in front of me was no longer majestic or tall?
Was it the day when he cut off his father's head and sat on the Khan's throne?
Or will it be the day when he leads the Wuhuan tribe to sweep across the four directions and defeat the overlord of the grassland in one fell swoop?

Or maybe it was the day when he would successfully break through and become an immortal?
I can't remember clearly what happened from the beginning to the end.

"Yizhixie, you are lost..."

The words that the old man had said to me kept echoing in my mind.

Shi Bi twisted the newly grown head with a look of pain.

"No! I didn't!"

"I have always been clear-headed! I have never been lost!"

Shi Bi's eyes were wide open, his face was ferocious, and he growled with gritted teeth.

After sensing the shadowy aura approaching again, Shi Bi looked at the towering mountain in front of him and finally took a step forward.

However, this holy mountain that once allowed him to come or go, now suddenly created an invisible barrier that blocked him out.

Shi Bi was furious and was about to reach out and tear open this invisible barrier.

But thinking about the purpose of his trip, Shi Bi finally forced himself to restrain himself.

Some of them fell dejectedly at the foot of the mountain.

"My disciple Yi Zhixie is incompetent. One day he will make a mistake and end up at the end of his rope!"

"I hope the teacher will have mercy and save this disciple."

At this moment, Shi Bi's gorgeous black dragon robe had been torn to shreds, and he looked haggard, like an ordinary beggar.

There is no trace of the former grassland overlord's style left.

After these words were spoken, there was silence on the top of the mountain, without any response.

The hope in Shi Bi's eyes gradually dimmed.

After sensing the terrifying aura that was about to approach from behind, his knees finally went weak and he fell to his knees with a thud.

His head fell heavily on the vast snow beneath his feet.

The situation and scene are just like that snowy night more than a hundred years ago.

The skinny barbarian boy prostrated himself at the foot of the holy mountain.

But that time was for the purpose of seeking the truth.

But this time...

"Teacher! I, your disciple Yi Zhixie, know that I am wrong!"

"Teacher, please save me for once, as we were once teacher and student!"

This cry for help, carried with it the powerful magic power of the Eight Realms Heavenly Beings, caused the mountains in the distance to tremble continuously.

Endless snow rolled down from the distant mountain peaks, causing the heaven and earth to roar and shake.

But no matter how intense the noise around it was, the majestic holy mountain in front of it seemed to be unaffected.

There were no snow avalanches.

Likewise...there was no response.

He was unwilling to give in and kowtowed repeatedly.

He wanted to do the same as he did back then, in order to impress the great wizard who had overlooked the grassland for more than two thousand years.

It was just as after the beginning I had already forgotten how majestic, high and sacred this mountain was.

The action that once made the great wizard lower his eyes and feel sympathy for him could no longer move him at this moment.

Everything is changing.

And many things in this world, once they change, can never return to their original state.

Han Shao appeared from the void and looked quietly at Shi Bi who was kowtowing continuously below.

"Do you think I will save him?"

Hearing the chuckle coming from his ear, Han Shao raised his eyelids and said lightly.

"The Great Witch can try."

Faced with Han Shao's unfriendly tone, the Great Wizard was not angry.

Instead, he seemed somewhat smug.

"Look at you. I gave you a son out of kindness, but you blame me."

"Do you know how difficult it will be to have a child after reaching your level of cultivation?"

It’s really a matter of which pot should not be opened.

Han Shao felt depressed, but he had to admit that what the old man said made some sense.

The higher the level of cultivation, the more difficult it is to have children.

This is another major restriction that this world imposes on these great monks who stand at the pinnacle of the human world.

Even if Han Shao hadn't really taken that step, he couldn't be sure whether he could break this limitation.

If you really have no children, it doesn't matter if it's ten or a hundred years.

But what if it takes hundreds or thousands of years?
This is indeed a bit of a trouble.

"So, I have to thank the Great Witch?"

Hearing Han Shao's words, the Great Wizard chuckled.

"No need to thank me. As long as you don't bear a grudge against me, I will be satisfied."

If you don't hold a grudge, you will naturally remember the good things he did for you.

The great witch was extremely proud.

He had been down and out, embarrassed and frustrated in his life. It could be said that he had never truly won even once since the fall of the Xiong family's country.

But he didn't expect that this sudden inspiration would allow him to win big in one fell swoop!
"It's so enjoyable! It's so enjoyable!"

It is no wonder that so many people in the world love and are addicted to gambling, because the feeling of winning from gambling is so pleasurable.

Han Shao was too lazy to care about the Great Wizard's secretly smug expression.

Looking down, Han Shao said directly.

"Is it okay with you to just kill him like this?"

In response to Han Shao's straightforward remarks, the Great Wizard suppressed his joy and remained silent.

After a while, he sighed.

"Time is also fate."

“It all begins and ends here. That’s destiny.”

The words fell.

The divine thoughts that were originally scattered slowly dissipated.

I just adopted the policy of out of sight, out of mind.

At this moment, as if Shi Bi had realized something, the hope in his eyes finally disappeared completely.

"Wait a minute before you do anything. I'll kowtow a few more times."

"It can be considered as a way of thanking the master and completing this master-disciple relationship."

Three kowtows and nine bows.

The movements are meticulous.

After finishing all this, Shi Bi finally sighed and stood up from the vast snow.

"The teacher is right."

"It turns out that destiny... is really not with me..."

It is paranoia and madness, but not ignorance.

At this point, even if Shi Bi was unwilling to believe it, when the facts were laid out before him, it was meaningless to accept it.

He reached out and tore off the tattered dragon robe on his body, just like tearing open the ridiculous dream that he had been unwilling to wake up from for so many years.

At this moment, Shi Bi's eyes were much clearer.

"It's up to you, isn't it?"

After all, I have been obsessed with it for so many years, how can I let it go in an instant?

In response to Shi Bi's question, Han Shao still said the same thing.

"I only believe that man can conquer nature."

Can man conquer heaven?

Shi Bi repeated these four words several times, and then suddenly laughed.

"You win, you are right."

The winner is always right.

This is the winner takes all.

Having been king for so many years, he naturally sees everything.

As he said this, a red-gold flame flashed in Shi Bi's hand, and he took out a golden scimitar that had not appeared in front of people for a long time.

He stroked the blade with nostalgia in his eyes.

"I used this sword to conquer this vast grassland..."

It all started here and will end here.

What a fateful cycle.

Shi Bi laughed, then looked up at Han Shao.

"I don't have the destiny, but I do have the king's command."

"A king should behave like a king, so I'm sorry..."

"I cannot give you the honor of beheading the king!"

As he spoke, Shi Bi's face turned ferocious and he instantly moved the golden scimitar in his hand around his neck.

From then on to the end, this grassland overlord never seemed to think of surrendering to Han Shao.

Such pride and fervor are truly admirable.

Even Han Shao couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

It’s a pity that Shi Bi didn’t want to give him the honor of beheading the king, and Han Shao was also not prepared to give him the dignity of a king.

Just before the golden scimitar was about to reach his neck, the long sword Ya Zi in Han Shao's hand had already slashed across his neck a step ahead of him.

In an instant.

The ninth severed head soared into the sky.

Red gold and boiling blood watered the vast snowfield at the foot of this holy mountain.

It’s all over, it’s all over!
Where there is a beginning, there is an end!

……

(End of this chapter)