King's Landing in the Three Thousand Worlds

Chapter 106 The Night of the Full Moon
At night, the bright moon hangs high, and the cold moonlight shines on the world. The moon tonight is big and round, like a huge jade plate.

In the imperial city, in the Golden Luan Hall, Yang Guangwei sat on the dragon chair with his eyes closed to rest his mind, Yu Wen stood expressionlessly behind Yang Guang's right, with a sword on the ground. People couldn't see their faces clearly, and nineteen celestial demons and puppets were serving in front of the hall. For a while, the atmosphere in the Golden Luan Hall was silent and chilling, which made people chill.

"Someone is coming!" Zhang Daoyi said suddenly, his voice echoed in the empty hall.

"It's finally here!" Yang Guang whispered, his eyes opened and closed with two captivating divine lights bursting out from his eyes, like two bolts of lightning.

He turned his head to look at Zhang Daoyi, and said seriously: "Today I happened to use the hands of Buddhist masters to hone my body and achieve my way.

"Teacher, you must promise me that if I am in danger, you will not save me. I am afraid that there will be luck in my heart and I will lose the courage to go forward!"

Yang Guang is no longer like an emperor at this time, but like a warrior, a seeker of the Tao. Emperors have been afraid of death since ancient times, but Yang Guang is now fearless of life and death in order to prove the Tao in his heart.

"Teacher, you have to promise me!" Yang Guang repeated, his eyes fixed on Zhang Daoyi with an inexplicable look in his eyes.

That is the pursuit of the Tao, the persistence of nine deaths without regret!

Zhang Dao looked at the light in Yang Guang's eyes, and suddenly thought of himself. In fact, the two of them are very similar. In fact, if Yang Guang hadn't carried too many things, he would not be willing to become an emperor at all.

"Teacher, just let me be self-willed once!" Yang Guang said with a sad expression.

"I used to carry too many things. In fact, I don't care about the so-called throne at all. It's just that I have to sit in this position. I can't let my Yang family's thousand-year foundation be destroyed by me!" Speaking of the past, Yang Guang said in his tone. Full of helplessness.

"People in the world only know that this position is the most precious, how can they know how heavy this position is!"

"I have already arranged some things. If I lose today, you can open this box. Today I am just a warrior, not an emperor!" Yang Guang said in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty, you have to think twice, if you are not in the Sui Dynasty, you will not be safe!" At this time, Yu Wentuo persuaded, Yang Guang was raised by him, and he didn't want Yang Guang to risk himself.

Hearing this, Yang Guang said lightly, "I have made up my mind, the Grand Master doesn't need to persuade me any more!"

Yu Wentuo heard that Yang Guang insisted on this, so he stopped talking, but his face was a little ugly.

After a long silence, Zhang Daoyi opened his mouth and said, "Okay, I promise you!"

……

Tonight was originally the Mid-Autumn Festival, a day for family reunion. In previous years, every year on this day, every house in Chang'an City was decorated with lanterns and festoons, and it was very lively.

But today is different from previous years, all the people in Chang'an City fell asleep early, and there was not a single pedestrian on the street.

Since the daytime today, everyone has a feeling of oppression in their hearts, which makes everyone have no intention of celebrating the festival. Some people have even fled Chang'an City during the day. They are well-informed and know that the Buddhist sect will come to Chang'an City to cast down demons tonight.

They don't want to participate in this kind of thing and dare not participate in it. The battle between the supreme masters has spread too far, and if one is not good, it will be affected. This is a real person sitting at home, and the disaster comes from the sky!
"I just don't know who will win and who will lose in the battle between Buddhism and Yang Guang!" This is the inner question of many anti-kings all over the world, because Yang Guang's life and death will affect the future direction of the world.

If it was Yang Guangsheng, the situation would be a bit dire. At that time, the anti-kings of the world might be forced to join forces to fight against the enemy. They knew very well how terrifying the situation of the Buddhist sect was this time.

And if Yang Guang is defeated, the world may fall into chaos in an instant, and there will be wars everywhere, forming a situation where heroes compete for the dragon.

……

In the Golden Palace, Yang Guang suddenly laughed, and said: "We are guests from afar, let me treat you well today, and I invite you to taste this knife!"

As soon as the words fell, Yang Guang's figure had disappeared from the dragon chair, and the next moment Yang Guang appeared in the sky above the Golden Luan Hall.

Pulling out the knife, under the reflection of the moonlight, the blade of the magic knife shone with cold light, and the blade was red as if blood was surging on it. After its attack, its fierceness is even more powerful.

"Cut! Chop! Chop!"

In the void, Yang Guangda shouted three times, and thousands of saber lights erupted from the saber, slashing forward overwhelmingly.

Domineering, sharp, light, thick, strange...

All kinds of different feelings all appeared in this blade light.

The light of the sword is like water, and thousands of lights of the sword converge indistinctly to form a long river of sword light. This long river is as bright as the Milky Way in the sky, and the scene is absolutely beautiful.

The air was torn to pieces where the knife light passed. As soon as Monk Yuanjue and others approached the Golden Luan Hall, they found a long river of knife light rushing towards them. Seeing the light of the knife, they all felt their scalps go numb.

"It's such a terrifying knife!" From tens of miles away, some masters watching the battle sighed, the long river of light from the knife made them terrified.

The news of Buddhism has long been no secret, and many masters have heard the news and dared to come here, wanting to witness the shocking battle here.

In an instant, the knife light appeared in front of Monk Yuanjue and the others. Monk Yuanjue made a decisive decision and said, "Let's take action!"

Among the crowd, led by Yuanjue, the eight monks stepped forward at the same time, and the ground trembled as they stepped out of the ground in unison.

The eight monks raised their palms at the same time, facing the coming sword light, eight huge golden palm prints flew out, collided with the long river of sword light, and there were explosions one after another in the void, like thunder roaring.

In the void, it was bright for a moment, as if a small sun had exploded there, and even the bright moon in the sky seemed quite dim at this moment.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Monk Yuanjue and the others all let out a muffled groan, and took three steps back before stopping their figures, their expressions were cloudy and uncertain.

"This devil is so powerful, I'm afraid I need to use my foundation this time!" Monk Yuantong looked at the ten Buddha coffins carried by Buddhist disciples behind them, and said softly.

"It's better not to use it or not. The foundation is gone once you use it. Let's form the Eight Desolation Devil Formation to see if we can take down this demon. If we can't use the foundation again, it won't be too late!" Behind Monk Yuanjue, An old monk spoke.

Monk Yuanjue nodded and said, "Just follow my brother's order!"

"This demon is so terrifying. Today's matter may be a bit difficult." In the crowd, Chu Sheng's face was a little ugly. He didn't expect Yang Guang to be so strong that he could have the upper hand with one against eight. This cultivation is unbelievable.

"I'm afraid he has already stepped into the holy realm with half of his feet!" Wang Xu continued, his expression was also ugly.

(End of this chapter)