lethal arsenal

Chapter 440: Which one is more important, the world or the emperor?

Yuan Chonghuan stood on the edge of the seven-story pagoda. His ghost was swinging back and forth in the strong wind. If he took another step forward, he would fall into the abyss.

Black ashes continued to float between his fingers, like fine sand, drifting into the endless darkness below.

"wrong!"

After realizing this, bam! The whole world shattered.

Yuan Chonghuan opened his eyes and saw a dark palace gate in front of the carriage. The words Minghua Palace were hung on the plaque on the palace gate.

Every household in the capital was wrapped in white mourning, prayer flags were fluttering, and although Huang Taiji's invasion did not turn the capital into a ghost, there were still two or three out of ten households.

Not only the golden man's iron hooves, but also the aftermath of the fight between Lin Dong and the Demon of Freedom, which destroyed countless buildings.

In the palace, most of the pavilions and pavilions collapsed.

Even half of the Ancestral Temple was destroyed. Such a tragic accident always requires someone with enough weight to take responsibility.

"It turns out it was still a dream."

In the Qianqing Palace, the scene where the emperor grabbed his hand and solemnly handed over Shang Fang's sword seemed like just yesterday.

Chongzhen's voice seemed to still be echoing in his ears.

Zhu Changshou looked a little worried and asked, "What's wrong?"

The iron hook hit Yuan Chonghuan's head.

As soon as he finished speaking, an iron chain covered with barbs came from the darkness.

If he dies, he can only find someone else.

The moment the footsteps fell, hideous and terrifying bloody faces and mutilated corpses emerged from the darkness.

"Five years of Pingliao, hahaha, okay, okay, dear, I believe in you no matter what..."

Yama was shocked and angry, and only had time to roar, his cheeks split into pieces.

Just as Yuan Chonghuan was thinking, a familiar voice came from the city gate.

……

Yuan Chonghuan raised his eyebrows and knew who he was by hearing his voice. As a student led by Sun Chengzong, he was not familiar with the teacher's voice.

at the same time.

The entire space shook layer by layer, and at this moment, a blood-red thunder and lightning flashed across.

"Your Majesty, Yuan Chonghuan has broken through the torture of the Dafa by Emperor Yan and is rushing towards Minghua Palace."

The iron chain started to pull violently, and the bull's head was grabbed by him.

Yuan Chonghuan's eyes became sharper, he spat lightly and strode into the palace gate.

"you!"

Yuan Chonghuan grinned, and faced the corpses surrounded from all directions, his iron fists continued to bombard them.

Yuan Chonghuan raised his head, and there was an imperial decree on his thigh, calling him back to Beijing.

And Yuan Chonghuan was the result of consensus among the ministers.

"Can I still leave, mentor? Besides, I am a human immortal, a human immortal..."

A fair face actually appeared in the darkness.

As for Yuan Chonghuan, who was watching all directions and listening in all directions, his eyes suddenly burst with golden light. He jumped forward and grabbed the iron rope flying towards him.

A young Taoist sitting in the corner of the hall had a flash of red on his face, and blood slowly flowed down his lips.

"Huan'er, why don't you leave quickly, please leave quickly."

Yuan Chonghuan punched out and shattered the bloody grimace. The corpses in all directions included both Jin people and Liao people. Among them were the figures of Nurhaci and Mao Wenlong whom he was familiar with.

"Yuan Chonghuan, you murderous butcher, today I will let you know that the evil ghost is asking for his life, and you will not be punished."

A very strange nightmare, living in a seven-story pagoda, walking on thin ice, and one step forward will lead to an abyss.

There were gusts of dark wind above the pagoda, with no way to retreat, which was very similar to his current situation.

"Mentor?"

Yuan Chonghuan took advantage of the opportunity to step on the bull's head and shoulder, and hit Yama Luo fiercely with an iron fist wrapped in black light.

If Chongzhen did not die, of course the blame would be firmly placed on his head.

The dark city gate made Yuan Chonghuan frown subconsciously. He clenched the tiger-eye bamboo whip tightly in his hand, "I haven't had a dream for at least three years since I became a saint with martial arts. This matter is weird. Could it be? Is someone plotting against me?"

Wearing a crown on his head and sachets hanging from both sides to protect his ears, this is the Netherworld Emperor, King Yama, who is in charge of the Nine Netherworlds!

Yama is wearing a ruffled lapel wide-sleeved robe, with boots on his feet, holding a wat in front of his chest with both hands. He is sitting upright on a ghost chariot, surrounded by bull heads and horse faces several feet high. He is giving instructions, and the evil ghost Yaksha comes to get it.

boom!

The paper tying Yama on the altar suddenly caught fire, and the six-foot-long paper figure was quickly burned to ashes by the fire.

"Emperor Netherworld? Haha, killing tens of millions of people is a hero, don't you know?"

"Let's go? Where can I go?"

Underfoot is a pitted and bloody field...

The handsome Taoist said in a deep voice.

"In that case, Taoist Priest, you didn't capture his soul?"

Zhu Changshou's eyebrows became tighter and tighter, and he put his hands inside his sleeves and clenched his fists.

"Okay, let him go down. Yuan Chonghuan is the pinnacle of martial arts, with the cultivation level of a half-step immortal. Even with the blessing of the Maoshan teaching magic weapon, it is far from enough to rely on the skills of the little Taoist priest. If it were his senior brother, Zhang Yunlu is pretty much the same."

On the side of the hall, Sun Chengzong said with a somewhat gentle voice.

Probably because of his old age, he always speaks slowly.

"Your Majesty, Master Sun, we have agreed beforehand that this Maoshan Ghost Order will not be withdrawn."

The handsome Taoist wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and there was thick blood between his teeth.

There is no credit, but there is hard work. Since Yuan Chonghuan has been offended for everything, how can it be done without any benefit?

"you……"

Zhu Changshou stretched out a finger and was about to scold the Taoist priest.

"Okay, everyone, please step aside. Yuan Chonghuan is here..."

Sun Chengzong looked calmly outside the hall, and saw a black light rushing towards him.

Zhu Changshou didn't care to argue with the Taoist, and his expression was a little worried.

"Master, do you think there will be any problems with this? Otherwise..."

"It's okay. He can't change the world. I'm his master."

"Okay, Master, I'll go down first."

"Okay..." He trailed off, "Teacher, what big crime do you think I have committed? What big crime?"

Yuan Chonghuan's voice came from far away, and it was full of pressure.

Zhu Changshou and the Taoist priest who had just come down from Longhu Mountain escaped in a hurry.

"Isn't it wrong for you to disobey the holy order and kill the ministers of the court?"

Sun Chengzong slowly lifted up his sleeves and said, revealing a pair of withered hands.

The red spot on the forehead seems to contain flowing fire.

"The Sword of Shang Fang was given to me by the Holy One. What's wrong with me? There are hundreds of thousands of loads of grain and grass on Pi Island. Mao Wenlong didn't use it for the officers and soldiers in the two places. Instead, he kept it privately and kept it for king and hegemony overseas. Shouldn’t he kill the foundation of the founding of the country?”

Yuan Chonghuan asked back, his burly figure arrived in the main hall in an instant.

"Should!"

Sun Chengzong said seriously, "But..." Then the conversation changed.

"Your biggest mistake was that you should not have allowed the Huang Taiji army to invade the capital, trampling on the surrounding cities, people, fertile farmland, and even attacking the capital gate. If it had not been for the help of Lin Yuanjue, a layman from the world, you would not have seen Gao Sijin when you came back. The person above Luan is already Huang Taiji. What, you want to surrender to him?"

"Master!!!"

Yuan Chonghuan was furious, "Don't you understand me? It's not my fault that Huang Taiji entered the pass. He passed through Mongolia and attacked Ji Town with an army of 100,000 people. The whole country came to attack..."

"Jizhen's troops are weak and its power is weak! Without food for several months, what are the princes of the Manchu Dynasty doing? Those are the descendants of the Qi family army! If Jizhen does not rebel and if the food is sufficient, Huang Taiji will go to Mongolia. I We can also stop him, but if Ji Town is defeated and Dorgon's 100,000 troops break into Jiubian, the whole world will be unlucky!"

"What is more important, the capital city, or the people of the world? Master, don't you know?"

Yuan Chonghuan gritted his teeth. The abnormality in the previous dream was subconsciously forgotten at this time.

Since Sun Chengzong had reminded him to leave, why would he be waiting for him here?

Isn't there a little weird in it?

For a moment, this was a sore spot, but it made Yuan Chonghuan forget the weirdness in his dream.

"The world is more important? Or is the emperor more important? Have you forgotten the way of being a minister?"

Sun Chengzong suddenly said.

"No! That's not what you taught me before. The people are water and the king is a boat. Water can carry a boat and also capsize it. This is what you taught me. That's not what you told me before. You... …”

Yuan Chonghuan suddenly grinned, his teeth white.

"You are not my master, who are you!!!"

The murderous intent was overwhelming and he struck at Sun Chengzong.

"Nonsense, Yuan Chonghuan, you have gone crazy. How can a person like you be a good general? There is a transformation furnace deep in the Ming court! It was built during the reign of Emperor Yongle. In order to cultivate the fire dragon energy, he went around to capture martial arts masters. Mongolia The hero comes to fill the dragon's energy... Now is the time for you to be loyal to the Ming Dynasty."

Sun Chengzong waved his hand, and the space in the hall was cut open. A golden dragon-patterned sword flew out and fell into his hand.

While the dark cracks were torn in the air, the strong wind that wiped out all things in the world also blew out along the gaps in the space.

In an instant, the items in the hall were blown around and turned into powder.

Sun Chengzong's eyes actually turned into vertical pupils, revealing animalistic nature, and there was an endless flow of gold in his eyes...

"The aura of the devil god? Who are you, and which Tiangang earth evil spirit are you?"

Yuan Chonghuan understood it at this moment, but what he didn't expect was that his mentor, the last leader of the Ming Dynasty, had been eroded by the Demon God long ago, or was replaced.

"You think you can keep me?"

Yuan Chonghuan said angrily.

Sun Chengzong held the knife in his left hand and wiped it gently with his right hand. "What a silly thing to say, Huan'er. Since I dare to let you come, I will naturally be sure to keep you. There are too many injustices in this world, and there are too many You keep saying that the people of the world are the most important thing, but I haven’t seen you do much that can really help the people."

"The land distribution is unfair. The rich have thousands of acres of fertile land, while the poor have no place to stand. All you, Yuan Chonghuan, want to do is destroy the Kingdom of Jin, swallow the black water dragon energy, step through the gate of heaven in one fell swoop, and become an immortal. What you want It is an extraordinary lifespan, wisdom, the ability to transcend the limits of this world, power, and even the use of martial arts to break the void and step into a higher world... You can't accomplish it... The Tianmen has long been sealed, and Liu Bowen, Huan Xin, People like Ranchenzi have been banned."

"Bullshit, it's all bullshit. No matter what nonsense you say, I have accomplished great things that will never be seen in the world. I broke through the Golden Kingdom and defeated the black dragon with my own body. I also achieved myself. Isn't this something that literati and military generals have been pursuing since ancient times? Besides, …You say that the poor have no place to stand, why don’t you ask them why they are poor?”

Yuan Chonghuan said angrily that even though he was a warrior, as the seed of a general, his interests were actually consistent with those of the scholar-bureaucrat class from beginning to end. Behind him stood thousands of squires and landlords...

"Hahaha……"

Sun Chengzong laughed wildly, paused and said: "Why are you poor? Why do you think you are poor? Salt, oil, sauce, vinegar, tea, just living is already exhausting! Pots and pans, clothes, fire consumption, The customs duty on the journey, the arrow tax collected from you soldiers, the money to protect the border, the official silver and husband's armor, the post station, the response, the military service... Which one, which item is not counted on the heads of the common people? The so-called squires, there are There are a lot of means to transfer taxes to ordinary people, selling children, selling daughters, selling wives to work as vegetable farmers! Tampering, covering up, pretending to claim, escaping from household, hiding...all kinds of means, so that people can't live in poverty! Thieves are everywhere in the world! Don't say Yuan Chonghuan You can't level the gold, even if you level the gold, the Ming Dynasty will perish, perish..."

"Destruction! Ang!!"

When Sun Chengzong said the last word, he suddenly roared: "Guess why I was able to occupy his body? It's because Sun Chengzong also thinks what I said is reasonable. He has been completely disappointed with Ming Dynasty..."

With a roar, Sun Chengzong's face began to peel off and become chapped.

The general's domineering face was revealed.

Flame, flame!

The entire hall was filled with flames, black flames.

This is the anger that belongs to the generals, and it is also the anger that belongs to the people of the world. It is a flame that cannot be extinguished even by human and immortal masters!

Endless black fire swept everything.

The level of combat power that exploded was not inferior to the one between Lin Dong and the Great Freedom Demon.

Even Yuan Chonghuan's temples were covered with beads of sweat. He clutched the tiger-jointed whip tightly in his hand, and he was sweating on the top of his head.

The black flames almost blew away the entire palace.

"I admit, you are indeed very strong! However, I am not a half-step immortal, but a real immortal!"

Yuan Chonghuan's body grew taller and taller, and endless black light erupted from his acupoints. The black light from the top of his head directly formed a huge Dharma body.

On this day, most of the people in the capital saw a ghost general who was over a hundred meters tall and conquered all directions.

The shadow that covers the sky and the sun stretches across the sky.

It was a dark golden head wearing a phoenix-winged helmet.

A palm wrapped in black light clenched tightly on the tiger-jointed whip... A black fire meteor shot out from the ground and hit the demon-god general's body unstoppably. With a loud roar, most of the capital could hear it. Hearing: "Can the borrowed immortal be considered your own?"

This is the roar belonging to the generals, the roar of the demon god, and the black fire sweeps across the sky.

Every inch the general rises, the flames rise higher.

Several meters wide holes suddenly appeared on Yuan Chonghuan's condensed dharma body.

The generals were entrenched on the shoulders of the general's dharma body, feasting on the flesh and blood.

……

boom!

Lin Dong was like a meteor falling to the ground, and a dead city suddenly appeared in his sight. He had arrived at the border gate of Jizhen, intending to investigate the powerful demons that Sun Chengzong had mentioned before, Ying Gou, Hou Qing, and Han Bao.

The ground dented by more than a foot, and a yellow-brown mist suddenly filled the road paved with debris.

"what's the situation?"

Just when Lin Dong was about to correct him carefully, a huge footprint appeared at the end of his field of vision.

(End of this chapter)