Reincarnation simulation: I can change my life against the sky

Chapter 313 The game of change, the war ceremony, each with their own thoughts, turbulent and treacherous!

Ji Qiu listened silently.

What the Taoist in green shirt said was roughly the same as what he had seen and heard in the simulation.

Dongjun, who came from the lineage of the Yinyang family and inherited the inheritance of Xuanshang and Wushu, the inferences he calculated were actually not omissions, and it could even be said to be extremely accurate.

Because if nothing else.

The child named 'Zheng' in his mouth will indeed become the king of West Qin in the future.

After that, he doesn't know.

"Fellow Daoist wants me to contact that child?"

The vision of breaking through the dharma gradually faded away.

Ji Qiu made a sound at the right time.

He looked at Zhuang Zhou in front of him and nodded his head slightly, he was silent for a while, and then said:

"I'd better go and see these things in person before making a decision."

"Just in time, I also want to go and see the young man mentioned by the fellow Taoist. By the way, I will meet the greatest craftsman of the Zhao country again."

"I came to Zhao, and I heard that the craftsmen in the capital are all top-notch, and they are not descendants of divine blood."

"Just don't know."

A young man in a white robe looked in the direction of King Zhao's capital:

"In the territory of Zhao State, such a big commotion has been caused."

"Will I still be able to enter the capital of King Zhao?"

Breaking through the law, the movement caused by Ji Qiu, under the intentional control, is actually relatively small.

But even so, it shouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the last sentence affected half of Zhao's land.

In addition, King Zhao said that it is not close, and it is definitely not far if it is far.

Those ancient people in the territory of Zhao State, and even the king of the Zhao family.

If you were sitting in the territory, you would have already noticed it clearly.

If you don't notice it, you are truly blind.

Zhuang Zhou was not surprised by the scruples in Ji Qiu's words.

However, he just smiled:
"This Zhao Wangdu, you can naturally enter, and there are also people who want to watch you enter."

"But something happened anyway, and that's because your strength, fellow daoist, has become too strong."

"It's possible that it will be involved in the events we planned, but if you think about it, it won't hurt."

"Fellow Daoist, don't worry, just keep going."

"You'll get the answer at the end of the road."

"At the same time, you'll get what you need."

"Let's meet at the end of the road."

Zhuang Zhou cupped his hands towards Ji Qiu, indicating that he was about to leave.

Sure enough, just after he finished his specious words.

His figure, the same as when he came, turned into a ray of breeze, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Only Ji Qiu was left, twitching the corners of his mouth in the dusk, and looking in the direction of King Zhao's capital:

"Is there anything you want to say, can't you just finish it?"

"never mind."

His eyes are deep, and there is a vague shadow of a picture scroll transformed by a peaceful world, slowly flowing behind the young man.

The Taoism contained in it is enough to crush anyone who is not as good as the other.

Although the Yuzhou tripod was sacrificed by him, it is not a killing and attacking Taoist soldier after all, its efficacy is more about the blessing of energy.

What's more embarrassing is that eight of the nine cauldrons are now scattered, leaving only the central cauldron like a polished commander. Although the defense is amazing, but with Xuanshang's long-deceased vitality, it can't actually achieve much effect.

Therefore, the mysterious bird skeleton in Ji Qiu's hand is particularly important.

Not only can it be forged and tempered into killing Taoist soldiers, but it can also play a lot of lethality against the blood of the gods and even the sacred.

No matter how you say it, you have to ask a master craftsman to forge it.

Then again.

Right now, Ji Qiu is going a step further. Looking at the current world, even if someone is invincible, they are considered top-notch, and it is more than enough to beat the ordinary ancients with sacred blood.

It's just going to a city, meeting some people, and forging weapons.

It's that simple.

If you don't want to, it's a big deal to fight and leave!

In this world, although the gods and blood ruled, and ordinary people were like ants, no matter where they went, as long as they were people with authority and power, they would still be awed!

With a fist in your hand, you have courage in your heart!
No matter which world, the truth is the same!
Thinking of this, the young man calmed down, and walked slowly down from the top of the mountain with his hands behind his back under the light of dusk.

His pace was not fast or slow, and he was not in a hurry.

However, he had just made a breakthrough, and it was the time when he realized the mystery of the Dharma.

After hundreds or even thousands of miles have been traveled, it is enough to digest it if you think about it.

If in the end, there is a real war
What is there to be afraid of?
As soon as he was born,
Then become famous all over the world!
Ji Qiu broke through the dharma, and the brilliant meaning of peace almost enveloped half of Zhao Tu.

King Zhao's capital is naturally within this range.

The sky was originally dark, approaching sunset.

The ancient city wall was sprinkled with bright golden brilliance, reflecting a somewhat epic feeling.

The whole capital was erupting because of this incident.

The king of Zhao State has not shown up for nearly a year, and the current king capital regime is ruled by three strongest ancients of Zhao State.

The general, the great Sima, and the Wumu Lord who came from the same origin as the king.

After the change of the night, Zhao Wuwang, as the strongest prince, led the blood tribes under his command to build a wall with stones and establish a rule named "Zhao".

He was originally a character who walked out of the vast desert in the north.

The blood of "fighting" in the sky flows through his body, and he is in charge of killing and fighting, and is extremely powerful.

The ancients who have walked out of the battles and dangers, and now thousands of years have passed, still swear allegiance to him, are different from Qi's peaceful evolution, and the rest are the most loyal generals to him.

Even if the king told them to sacrifice their lives.

These tyrannical existences may not even blink an eye.

On this day, dusk fell.

The aftermath of Ji Qiu's breakthrough in Faxiang has not receded a bit, and there is still a daunting majestic power left.

at this time.

There was a giant who was more than one foot tall, carrying a blood-stained hammer, and stepped out from the vicissitudes of the ancient gate of the royal capital.

The dry and cracked ground was trembling with his steps, stirring up patches of dust.

His body was stained with blood, and there were dozens of horrific scars that criss-crossed on it.

The giant was naked from the upper body, with a skirt covering the abdomen, and a pair of mottled iron boots.

His pair of eyes are like obsidian, looking into the distance.

There is the direction where Ji Qiu attained the Dharma.

When the giant walked out, the mortals and descendants of the gods who were coming and going at the ancient city gate of the king's capital had already avoided far away and left in a hurry.

Before they left, their eyes were filled with awe as they looked at the towering giant figure.

That is Zhao's top general——Zhao Wuling!

At the very beginning, Zhao Wuling was not a descendant of the blood of the gods, he was just a mortal like an ant.

It is also because of his birth.

So on this land, he is like a legend.

He started as a humble groom, and accompanied King Zhao step by step, fighting south and north.

It took nearly a thousand years to grow from a small pawn like sand, bathed in the blood of the enemy in the endless slaughter, and a bit of broken martial arts from others.

In the end, he became a strong man comparable to the ancient man, and even surpassed the ancient duke, and he became the top general of Zhao Tu!

"Have you really wiped out all the sacrificial temples in Zhaodi?"

When Zhao Wuling stood on the fine sand and looked into the distance.

Behind him, a majestic man in black clothes suddenly appeared. Looking at the blood stained on his body and the heavy hammer, he took a deep breath, unable to hide his shock.

Zhao Wuling turned his head and looked at the man in black who was inquiring about him. With an indifferent face, he nodded slowly:

"The king is completely insane."

"He exiled himself in the glorious starting point, leaving only the last trace of sanity, eager to die."

"I vaguely remember that in Zhao's records, the vast desert, the original war altar, should have been the glorious beginning of the king's life. He received the blood of the gods there, together with the priest."

"But now, it has become his wandering cage. He has completely lost his sense of self. He even took the king's order as an edict to order me to hold a war ceremony, and take his life in the most noble way of Zhao Tu. !"

"Such a proud person chose to perish in the war, which proves that his madness is irresistible, let alone continue to struggle."

"And the instigators of everything are those temples that worship the sacredness of heaven."

"Without that blood and that power, the king would not have suffered for so long before being lonely."

"So, I killed them all!"

The giant's voice was vaguely excited.

After hearing this, the man in black couldn't help but take two steps back, his eyes showed horror, and he gasped heavily:
"Zhao Wuling, you are crazy!"

"I've said it all, I don't agree with you doing this!"

"I am the great Sima who controls Zhao's state affairs. The king has not yet fallen, and the divine blood bestowed on my generation is even more supreme. If you destroyed the temple, aren't you afraid of the punishment from the gods!"

At present, there are three figures in charge of power in King Zhao's capital, and Ma Yuxiang, the chief minister who assists the king, is the most powerful.

If the king is not here, he has the right to rule Zhao!

However, the giant in front of him turned a blind eye to his words:

"Great Sima Xiang, if Wang is not here, I don't need to follow your rules."

"I, Zhao Wuling, have only served the king in my life."

"Furthermore, I traveled all over Zhao Tu in one day, destroying more than [-] temples, large and small, and died under my heavy hammer. There are hundreds of priests and temple priests dripping with divine blood!"

"You can see that Tian Xingjun, who hasn't shown up for thousands of years, because the temple dedicated to him was destroyed, did his appearance trigger a divine power?"

"It's said that God's power is like hell, but I want to see it with my own eyes!"

"But unfortunately, it is invisible."

He stretched his neck and didn't give any face to the chief Sima Yuxiang who is currently maintained by the Zhao land.

"The king's order must not be violated."

"Since the king wants to hold a war ceremony in the boundless desert, as a subject, he must follow his will."

"You and I know very well that the king will never come back."

"In this case, what's the use of those empty temples?"

Zhao Wuling lifted the heavy hammer.

"Western Qin, Northern Yan, Wei, Han, Qi"

"The kings of these countries are enemies of life and death with the king. They covet the kingdom left by the king, as well as his divine blood and bones."

"If they knew about the war ceremony, they would not leave any dignity for the king, and they would take advantage of it and annex Zhao Tu's community."

"So, it's just like what Lord Wu An and Young Master Wu Mu said."

"For the war festival, we need to find participants from the outside."

"Otherwise it's just my strength to wait"

"It's hard for the king to fight happily, so let's sleep forever!"

The giant's tone was sonorous.

He already sensed the trace left by Ji Qiu's attainment of the Dharma, so he wanted to go there and retrace his steps.

That kind of power doesn't belong to the divine blood, but belongs to other extraordinary powers, which are generally the same as those hundreds of extraordinary powers invited by Young Master Wu Mujun.

Stepping into Zhao at this time period still does not belong to the power of divine blood.
It must be the Wu An Lord who came from a military family, or those great sages invited by Young Master Wu Mu!

If so, this person really wants to set foot in the capital.

Then Zhao Wuling will test his strength to see if he can participate in the burial of the king's glory like those people.

If only he could do it.

Then, he will do everything he can to satisfy everything he wants!
Even after the event, he would not hesitate to sacrifice his own life!

"War Festival. War Festival"

"Is there no other way?"

"You know it!"

"Young Master Wu Mu is the only bloodline of the king's second direct line. His sister Wang has long been abolished. If Wang Yi falls, then the last bloodline that the king said will be his own."

"That's why he thought of a way to invite those great sages who came out of the mortals to come forward and participate in this war ceremony."

"These two groups hit it off. The former wants to take the throne a step further, while the latter wants to participate in the politics of our country Zhao, like the Qi country in the east, to build another Jixia, or even go too far and intervene. The land of my Zhao family, change the regime of my Zhao family!"

"They want to share our power. Lord Wu An kept silent about this because he was born in a military family. If the king falls, this fellow would also hope so, but you started from the humble beginning and are the most loyal to the king. How can you do that? ?”

Da Sima Yuxiang's tone was passionate and ups and downs, and his hands were spread out, which could be said to be heartfelt.

But General Zhao Wuling just took a deep look at him:
"How do you know the king better than I do?"

"This is."

"Give an existence that once fought all over the world and came from the era of Xuanshang's decline, the last dignity."

"Big Sima."

"The authority in your hands is given by the king, you have to remember this."

"Is this thing that important?"

The giant, who was more than ten feet tall, finished speaking softly.

Then he turned around and continued to walk outside the city.

Only Yu Xiang was left with an ugly expression and a bit of resignation.

In the end, with a long sigh, the isolation technique in this place was banned, and then disappeared.

At this time, the night is approaching, and the dusk has passed.

The evening wind is gentle, and it is colder at the end of autumn.

Inside the capital city.

A mansion.

The cool evening wind blew across the yard, and the withered and yellow leaves made a 'rustling' sound.

A chessboard, black and white two pieces, intertwined and complicated, but only one person is sitting here alone.

At this moment, the old man in a black and white robe held the two sons, the black and the white, and each played two roles. He performed with ease, with a calm expression.

But the situation in the game was murderous every step of the way, both sides refused to give an inch, extremely anxious, it was hard to imagine that this game was actually played by one person.

The chess game was played slowly, but with a gust of breeze, a message from afar came.

The old man's fingers finally stopped lightly.

Then he closed his eyes for a moment, and let out a chuckle:
"The big show is about to start"

Looking over his dignified body sitting cross-legged, he looked into the chessboard.

Take a closer look,

It can be seen that among the chaotic and disorganized chessboards, there are only words written horizontally and vertically.
The word 'vertical and horizontal'.

(End of this chapter)