I borrowed my brain from the Emperor

Unlike all the previous chess pieces, the color of the chess piece he dropped this time was the same as the one dropped by the elegant man, both were an enchanting blood red.

pat!

As the chess piece fell, blood-red ripples spread out, and the color of the entire chessboard changed visibly, but in the blink of an eye it became the same color.

The chaotically intertwined chess pieces were arranged together and merged into a large bloody word.

kill! !
The capital of the dynasty.

A figure walked in from outside dragging a long sword, and the blade scratched the ground, leaving a long mark.

"Marquis Chang'an, what are you doing?"

The young eunuch at the palace gate fell to the ground and stepped back nervously.

"Put down the knife! Let's talk it over."

The guards around also noticed the movement here and quickly surrounded them. However, none of them dared to take action. They all recognized the person who came. It was the late queen's younger brother and the current emperor's brother-in-law.

The noise outside the palace wall soon alarmed the people inside the palace.

A group of court officials came out from inside.

"Chen Hen?"

In the crowd, Fang Tianchou, who was wearing a dragon robe, frowned and looked at the familiar face. He couldn't help but think of the queen who had just passed away, and the night many years ago, the woman he promised to protect for the rest of his life.

"I'm afraid that the Marquis of Chang'an is dissatisfied with Your Majesty by doing this."

The woman in white put her lips close to Fang Tianchou's ear and spoke seductively.

"Who are you going to kill when you enter the palace with a knife?"

Someone stepped forward and started to scold.

"If you have no respect for the laws of your country, you should be punished."

The leader of the Demon Cult also came out, looking at Chen Hen with murderous eyes.

"To be killed!"

"If you don't kill, you won't be able to maintain the rule of law."

Junior Master Ma Kun also walked out of the crowd. He is now a high-ranking official of the Xin Dynasty and holds an important position. He had always been worried that the Chen siblings would seek revenge on him, but he didn't expect that the siblings would die before he could make a move.

When he went to court with a sword in hand, even the gods could not save him.

Listening to the advice of the court officials and his beloved concubine, Fang Tianchou's eyes gradually turned cold, and the last bit of hesitation was cut off by him. He thought he had been kind enough to the Chen siblings, but he didn't expect them to be so disregarding of the overall situation.

"Somebody come!"

puff
There was a flash of blood, and a head flew out.

Ma Kun's headless body fell to the ground, and on his flying head was still a smile of success.

"presumptuous!!"

Furious voices were heard, and the leader of the Demon Cult and several Jianghu sects attacked at the same time. The vertical and horizontal internal force brought up a strong wind, and the knife and sword energy around gathered into dense sharp blades, slashing towards Chen Hen in the middle. Fang Tianchou took a step back and did not stop.

Chen Hen's act of killing people with a knife touched his bottom line.

No one is allowed to overstep the boundaries of imperial power.

Swish swish.
Chen Hen in the middle was like a ghost, and the long sword in his hand suddenly burst out with a red breath, and a strong hatred gushed out like a volcano. Blood-colored flowers bloomed around him, and in an instant, a voice rang in the ears of everyone in front of the hall.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!!"

The seven killing demonic sounds and the sword energy are everywhere.

All the sharp blades that attacked were cut down by the sword energy. The leader of the Demon Cult and the heads of various sects in the air turned into corpses and limbs and flew out. The blood was engulfed by the sword energy and condensed into a larger blade. The blood-colored sword energy that was more than ten meters long swept across the wilderness.

There were corpses all over the ground, and all those who rushed over were killed.

"Escort!!"

A large number of imperial guards rushed over, and a group of experts guarded Fang Tianchou as he retreated.

Dense arrows were shot down, but they were blown away by the blood-colored lotus before they could get close. One man and one sword kept flashing. Every time they appeared, one person died.

Ten, twenty, thirty.
The palace was stained with blood, and a large amount of blood was absorbed by the long sword, making the blade more enchanting, and the aura on Chen Hen's body became more terrifying.

Looked over.

The surviving civil servants around were so frightened that they fled in all directions, and the palace maids and eunuchs also hid to one side. Only the emperor Fang Tianchou and the new imperial concubine were still standing in the middle.

"I am the Saint of the Yellow River Cult and the future Queen."

The knife flashed and the body was cut in two.

Under the long sword, all beings are equal.

Chen Hen stopped moving, the blade pointed diagonally at the ground, blood slid down the blade. The hot blood dripped onto the ground and seeped into the snow, like a blooming peach blossom.

Fang Tianchou was completely frightened.

He couldn't believe that Chen Hen, a sickly man, could slaughter all the officials by himself. You have to know that many of them are famous in the martial arts world, and some of them became famous more than 60 years ago. Even if Chen Hen's father Chen Zhenghe was resurrected, he couldn't be a match for these people. But now Chen Hen was like a demon possessed, and he killed them all with his sword, just like cutting melons and vegetables.

"Are you going to kill the king?!"

Fang Tianchou fell to the ground and for the first time felt that death was so close to him.

It turns out that the imperial power that reigns supreme is nothing in front of this warrior who can splatter blood every five steps. Strip off the outer layer of imperial power, he is still just an ordinary person.

"Where is Zhao Kun?"

Chen Hen stopped in front of Fang Tianchou, with the long knife close to his face, his bloodshot eyes filled with indifference that normal people don't have. Cut off the hatred.

He felt more relaxed than ever before.

He had already calculated that most of his enemies had been killed, and the only one left was Zhao Kun, the housekeeper who embezzled their Chen family's property and forced him and his sister Chen Yuan to flee to Beiyue State.

"exist"

Fang Tianchou opened his mouth several times, but in the end he couldn't remember who this person was.

Pfft!

The long knife entered the abdomen, avoiding the vital parts.

Fang Tianchou's body trembled and he looked at Chen Hen in disbelief.

"I won't kill you, but you owe my sister this knife."

The long sword was pulled away, and Chen Hen did not look at the people around him. His figure flashed, and the whole person flew up like a fairy. This scene shocked everyone in the palace. They stared at Chen Hen who disappeared in the sky in a daze, and it took them a long time to come back to their senses.

"Help."

A group of people gathered in a panic, and Fang Tianchou, who was lying in a pool of blood, was lifted up. He looked at Chen Hen's receding back and suddenly laughed, and as he laughed, he turned into crying.

No one knew why the new emperor was crying.

Half a day later.

On the outskirts of Shacheng, Zhaojiabao.

Zhao Kun, with a head full of white hair, was sleeping on a recliner, rocking gently, holding a palm-leaf fan in his hand to drive away mosquitoes.

call out!
A bloody knife light fell from the sky.

The knife flashed once, and then disappeared into the sky with a whoosh. Everything happened in an instant. The body sitting on the recliner was still shaking, but the head was nowhere to be found. Blood was spilled, causing a cry of surprise.

A few days later, the remnants of the Yellow River Cult in the north were wiped out.

In the Southwest Wulin, the chivalrous sword king who once framed the Southwest Hero died at home.
cloud.

Chen Hen was surrounded by blood, the long sword in his right hand trembled slightly, and hatred soared into the sky.

"All hatred has been cut off."

He looked up into the void, the bloodshot in his eyes faded, his heart cleared as never before. He remembered everything, the calamity, the hatred. As his memory recovered, his body dissipated like particles, and the world below also disappeared like smoke and dust.
gazebo.

"Are you sure you want to survive this way?"

The elegant man looked at Chen Luo who had put down the chess piece and couldn't help but ask a question.

He has seen countless kinds of people who have survived the tribulation.

Among these people, there are those who pass on skills, some who imitate immortals in guiding others, and some who even transform themselves into immortals and come down to the world to personally guide others. The method used by all those who are trying to cross the tribulation is the same, which is to "sever worldly ties."

This was the first time he had seen a method of overcoming the tribulation like Chen Luo's. It felt like the person overcoming the tribulation felt that the force was not enough, so he helped out personally.

"By bringing hatred into your body, aren't you afraid that the evil in your heart will grow deep and pollute your path?"

At this stage, once the path is polluted, the road to immortality will be completely cut off.

"What kind of path is it if it can be polluted?"

Chen Luo stretched out his hand, and a bloody mark flew out from the chessboard, condensing into an illusory long sword that appeared in his palm.

This knife is the long knife that Chen Hen finally used to "cut off his hatred".

As soon as the blade appeared, the air around it was affected, and the power of the heavenly tribulation emanated from the blade. The long sword full of "hatred" continued to overflow like a devil's voice. If an ordinary person were here, just hearing one word would pollute the sword's energy and turn him into a madman corroded by hatred.

The elegant man was standing opposite, and when the blood and energy approached his body, they were dissolved by themselves, and his clothes were not moved at all.

He looked at Chen Luo, wanting to know how he would get through this.

For cultivators, the inner demon calamity is poison, a deadly poison that no one can avoid. In the eyes of the elegant man, Chen Luo's behavior was like taking poison on his own initiative, and he even showed off several bottles because one bottle was not enough.

The hatred was integrated into Chen Luo, and he was soon affected.

The bloody sword melted like liquid, and the dark red aura spread up his forearm. The aura around his body also began to fluctuate. This scene made the elegant man very disappointed.

I thought he had some hidden card, but I didn't expect he was just a reckless man.

hum! !

Just when the elegant man thought Chen Luo was about to fail, his aura suddenly changed. He seemed to have become a completely different person, an ancient aura emerged from his body, and the long sword in his hand, which was filled with "hatred", suddenly became quiet.

The blood and energy flowed out of the body and merged into the long sword again.

The liquefied long sword returned to its original shape again.

The murderous intent that soared into the sky burst out from Chen Luo, and the little bit of "hatred" that had been integrated into him before was washed away like a little lamb, and his body became pure again.

"almost."

After condensing the long sword, Chen Luo showed a smile on his face. He took out an ordinary long sword from the cave gourd and slapped the blood into it.

After a slight tremor and a brief resistance of blood and energy, it quickly merged into the long sword.

The originally ordinary low-level magical weapon quickly transformed with the infusion of blood and energy, and almost tangible hatred spread out from the blade.

Are you refining equipment?
Using the Heavenly Tribulation to refine weapons! This person is indeed a little special.

“It’s really extraordinary.”

The elegant man glanced at Chen Luo, took a half step back, and waved his hand to disperse the surrounding scene. His figure became blurred, and disappeared between heaven and earth like a shadow. The calamity energy gathered between heaven and earth dissipated bit by bit, and the black cloud that covered this area for more than half a year also dissipated bit by bit. (End of this chapter)