The Word of Heaven

Chapter 255 The most magnificent rain in the world
Those who enter the state of enlightenment will all achieve success.

The essence of the Dojo is the summary, generalization and persistence of the Tao that practitioners have practiced. If the supernatural power is the initial prototype of these three, then the Dojo is the final thing evolved and refined. It is a piece of pure land that belongs entirely to oneself in the real world, divided out for oneself after hundreds of thousands of self-questioning of the Tao heart and remaining steadfast.

According to the history of cultivation and the records and experiences of various sects, if one wants to defeat a secular powerhouse in a dojo, the only way is to let a person in the state of enlightenment directly crush him with a realm beyond the mundane, or to let another powerful person who has cultivated a dojo stand up and use his own dojo to directly confront him. There is no other way.

What Qing Xiaoyue and Jian Dao Nan Zong are fighting for is not victory or defeat, but life or death.

The battle between Pei Jinge and Renjian Jiaoyang was a matter of victory or defeat, as well as life and death.

That's the difference.

The sword light fell like a waterfall, but it turned into flying snow and was completely melted by the morning sun.

The blazing golden sunlight sprinkled on the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood. The scarlet mist was dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye. The surging river of blood showed signs of boiling, and countless bubbles kept emerging and breaking.

Pei Jinge stood at the highest point of the pile of corpses, watching the scene quietly with an unchanged expression.

This is just Zhao Qi's dojo.

The sun of the world stands in the bright sunshine.

With him as the center, the light spread in all directions like a tide. The light contained in it became hotter and hotter, becoming more and more difficult to look at directly, drowning out the breath left by the corpses.

In this blazing white territory woven by countless rays of light, there is no room for a second color.

Whether blood or darkness.

The arrogance of the human world raised his head, looked at the blood moon hanging high in the other half of the sky, looked at the woman standing under the moon, and said: "After the death of Her Royal Highness the Princess, you are the only opponent I want to defeat."

Pei Jinge looked calmly into the infinite light and said calmly, "Thank you."

The Prideful Sun of the World said: "You are the only reason why I stay under the Feathered Sun."

Pei Jinge said: "I don't care if you break through at this moment."

Renjian Jiaoyang said: "If you can break through."

Pei Jinge said: "Later, when you look back on the past before you die, I hope you will still sincerely like the decision you made at the moment, rather than feel boring and regretful."

Renjian Jiaoyang said: "For someone like me, the word regret really has nothing to do with me."

Pei Jinge said: "But I do feel a little regretful."

The arrogance of the human world asked, "Why do you feel regretful?"

Pei Jinge said: "It's hard to find another whetstone like you in this world."

"I like your pride."

After a moment of silence, Renjian Jiaoyang slowly began to laugh, looked at her and said, "Come and kill me."

Pei Jinge held the knife calmly.

The Pride of the World finally said: "Or be killed by me."

As the words fell, thousands of blazing rays of sunlight condensed into spears, piercing through the air towards the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood!
Pei Jinge's choice was simple.

Her ink-black hair fluttered, matching her dark red skirt.

The next moment, a stream of light appeared between heaven and earth.

Countless afterimages followed this stream of light, appearing in the territory of mountains of corpses, seas of blood and light, brushing past thousands of blazing spears, until they reached the front of the scorching sun of the world.

All the afterimages are Pei Jinge.

And the knife in her hand.

The knife fell.

Infinite afterimages return to one.

boom!
The horrifying gust of air carried the body of the scorching sun on earth and sent it flying backwards. The sea of ​​light was surging like the ocean and was no longer calm.

Pei Jinge's face turned pale.

Behind her, the spear made of sunlight had already fallen, and the sea of ​​blood and corpses formed in the dojo was constantly collapsing.

In just a moment, her soul was seriously injured.

She looked at the proud sun of the world who had not died from the knife, said nothing, and moved her wrist slightly.

The blood on the blade flowed silently.

It is particularly dazzling in the blazing white light.

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In Weiyang Palace.

His Majesty the Emperor half-closed his eyes and did not look at the world.

The sounds of fighting seemed to become distant, making this place seem more peaceful and even beautiful.

Lin Wanyi was among them, but her expression was confused.

She was not the White Emperor. She was always looking at the splattered blood, and so she saw once familiar faces dying without any sound, like the messy weeds beside a deserted road.

It was an extremely intense feeling of insignificance.

She was quiet for a moment, and then said in a hoarse voice, "What will happen next?"

His Majesty the Emperor said nothing.

It was not because he was suppressing the will of the two Yuhua with his own strength, nor was it because he had to be on guard against Dao Xiu all the time, but because he was no longer used to determining the future based on the present.

Just like a hundred years ago he could never have imagined that he would be taking such a path today.

The Queen's voice sounded faintly.

"It's far from being settled yet, who knows what will happen next?"

Lin Wanyi was slightly stunned and thought, so nothing has been decided yet?
The Queen said with a half-smile, "Chaotian Sword Palace and Wanjian Pond are listed as the three major sword sects along with Yishui. Even though there is no Yuhua in charge now, it does not mean that they are really limited to this."

"Now that Luan Jiaoyang, Nan Zong and Jin Ge Qing Xiaoyue have officially started fighting, judging objectively, it is difficult for the gods to find anyone who can stop them."

Even so, her tone remained calm: "If one person can't stop them, then we can only add more people to stop them. In terms of the number of people who have passed away, the various sects and families undoubtedly have the advantage."

Lin Wanyi listened to the nonchalance in the words and remained silent.

This kind of nonchalant calmness and composure can only illustrate one fact in the end: the current situation has never been out of the control of the Qin Dynasty.

Thinking about some of the faces caught up in today's fighting, who shared the same heritage as her, thinking about how these fellow disciples who were not actually strangers were about to die and there would be no possibility of them meeting and chatting again... and finally thinking about herself standing in the Weiyang Palace at this moment, it was hard not to feel a sense of loss and trance in her heart.

Then she regained her composure and said softly, "I've made up my mind."

"Ok?"

The Queen looked at her.

Lin Wanyi turned around, walked away, and said, "I'm going to do what I want to do."

The Queen found this sentence very interesting because of its innocence.

Lin Wanyi guessed that the corners of her lips should be raised in mockery at this moment, so without turning back, he said seriously: "Maybe this seems stupid in your eyes, but the world may become a little better because of this stupidity, and that is what I want to do."

Hearing these words, His Majesty the Emperor suddenly remembered something and a hint of emotion flashed in his eyes.

Isn't this what he was thinking that year?
After a while, he said, "Go ahead."

As the sound fell, a breath floated onto the blade of the girl's sword, hidden within it.

Lin Wanyi stopped and said, "Thank you."

She knew that the aura left by the Emperor would not protect her at the critical moment, but would give her the opportunity to decide her own life or death at certain important moments.

This is already a great mercy.

His Majesty the Emperor said nothing.

Lin Wanyi walked out of the Weiyang Palace.

The wind and snow have not stopped, but the sun is shining brightly, and the scenery is clear, peaceful, gentle and beautiful.

If we forget about the people who are dying, this scene should be painted.

Or maybe this is the best scenery?

Thinking about these things, Lin Wanyi withdrew his gaze from the sky.

She left through the side door of the palace and met people on the way, but everyone who saw who she was chose to remain silent and ignore her.

Walking out of the palace gate, the people who came to watch the grand court meeting this morning have not all left yet. There are still many people standing in front of the moat, gazing at the imperial city, not caring about their own life or death, wanting to know the truth of everything that happened there.

Under the blazing sun, the frozen surface of the moat was melting, and flakes of snow were dissolving in the paleness, just like water dissolving in water.

Lin Wanyi had no intention of appreciating the scenery. He flew across the air on his flying sword, and before attracting any extra attention, he disappeared into the streets and alleys in the blink of an eye.

Just as she and Dong Feng were walking through the streets of the Divine Capital and were about to approach the Lin family mansion, the sword in her hand suddenly began to tremble violently, forcing her to stop.

The sound of swords came from the distant sky.

It was like an imperial decree.

Thousands of swords followed the initial sound of swords and rose to the sky above the Divine Capital, as if under the tumbleweed-like clouds.

These flying swords were either stained with blood, or incomplete, or had dull edges... It was obvious that they all came from the Divine Capital City, from the hands of sword cultivators who might have been fighting a moment ago.

Under the sunlight, they are like a group of remnant soldiers, unable to cover the sky or stop the rising sun.

The picture even looks a bit desolate.

until the next moment.

The sound of swords was heard again.

Not one, but countless ways.

Like a sudden rain.

Along with the sound of swords came dozens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, dozens or even millions of flying swords!
Countless swords broke through the clouds, some fast, some slow, carrying with them long, some short cloud-like streams, falling from the sky and slashing straight at the Divine Capital's great formation!
The flying swords were carrying light from the sky, so bright that it was difficult to look directly at them. In the eyes of the people on the ground, they looked like countless shooting stars.

This may be the most magnificent and luxurious meteor shower in the world.

Swords fell like rain, encountering the Divine Capital formation head-on, catching fire like falling stars and burning up to ashes.

Countless flying swords were reduced to ashes.

Only a very small number of sword edges became brighter and more brilliant in the process.

The clear blue sky formed by the Divine Capital Formation was like a pond in the drizzle, with ripples gradually appearing. It was no longer calm, but gradually became more rapid and more frequent, as if something was about to collapse in the next moment.

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Lin Wanyi suddenly remembered something.

The two leaders of Chaotianjianque and Wanjianchi did not show up in the Divine Capital today.

Many people had opinions on this, but the two Zen masters and the temple master did not comment on it, so no one was qualified to express their opinions.

It was not until this time that those who had luckily survived understood why the three peerless masters in the Yuhua realm remained silent.

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On that lonely cliff.

Gu Zhuo said: "Very beautiful."

Wang Jiwei raised his head and looked at this magnificent scene with indifferent eyes.

Yi Shui was looking for the three-foot sword in front of him, so he was naturally indifferent to this.

He said: "It seems that Zhou Qingyu has already made a decision."

Zhou Qingyu is Lin Wanyi's master.

And the leader of Chaotian Sword Palace.

Gu Zhuo thought for a moment and said, "This is the only explanation."

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Wanjianchi looks at the world thousands of miles away, but in the end, there is only the sword in his hand, not the swords of the world. Chaotianjianque's sword art only seeks a word of command, commanding all the swords in the world to use for oneself, but the sword's direction is only the scenery in front of him.

Today's meteor shower could only be created by the joint efforts of the two sects, neither of them can be missing.

All of this must have been planned in advance.

At this moment, a flying sword flew over the clear blue light, following the guidance of the Supreme Immortal Diagram and the Buddhist beads containing the suffering of all living beings, and flew towards one of the thirty-six hubs of the Divine Capital Array in a heroic manner, sank into the earth, and cut a crack.

Immediately afterwards, more swords passed through the Divine Capital Formation with their broken bodies, and continued to break the formation.

Two quarters of an hour ago, the great array of the Divine Capital, which had been under siege for so long, was destroyed one after another.

The rockery was collapsing, smoke and dust were rising, burying the sword.

The ancient well was withering, and the moss grew into grass, forming a grave for the flying sword.

The water in the lake had dried up, and the soil was exposed in the sunlight, drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye. The sword edge that fell into the lake had already rotted, as if it had been sleeping in the water for thousands of years.

In the city of God's Capital, more than ten similar scenes occurred one after another, causing cracks to appear in the azure sky condensed and manifested by the God's Capital formation, like porcelain.

It was not until half a quarter of an hour later that the meteor shower transformed by the flying sword stopped.

All that remains in people's eyes are just a few traces of fireworks.

The Divine Capital Formation still exists.

The sky never collapsed.

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In front of Weiyang Palace.

The master of the temple no longer looked down at the lines on his palm, feeling very regretful.

Just as Gu Zhuo and Wang Ji had deduced, the two masters, Wan Jianchi and Chaotian Jianque, joined forces to gather all the resources of their sects, and this meteor shower they summoned was the first trump card of today's chapter.

In the original plan, this would be a blow that would completely destroy the Divine Capital formation.

Things in the world are not always as we wish.

How can I not regret it?

The abbot put down his hand, looked at the abbot of Changle Temple and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

The head of Changle Temple understood the meaning of the words, shook his head and said, "You work harder than me."

The master said no more.

The next moment, more blood flowed from his already broken palm.

The blood did not flow to the ground, but followed the call of some power, like raindrops flowing upstream to the sky.

His Majesty the Emperor's voice sounded, somewhat unexpectedly.

"You want to fight to the death?"

This sentence sounds very strange. Many people think that things have come to this point, is it possible not to fight hard?
Only someone like Daoxiu, who knew about the past events of Xuandu, could understand where the surprise in his words came from.

The master of the temple also understood what was meant by the words, and said calmly: "Whether it was then or now, I am always following the will of heaven, and this has never really changed."

His Majesty the Emperor asked seriously, "Then why did you only dare to take action after he died?"

The master of the temple looked expressionless and said, "This is what I should do."

His Majesty the Emperor turned a deaf ear and continued, "In the battle of Xuandu, even if he was eventually punished by heaven as you said, he left me, my sister Daoxiu, and Sizhu severely injured before his death, making it difficult for us to fight again."

The master remained silent.

His Majesty the Emperor's voice was full of mockery: "To this day, I still remember the look of disbelief in the Master's eyes when he died in your hands."

"If you had not betrayed the Dao Sect back then, how could there be the Great Qin today?"

He said expressionlessly: "If the Heavenly Dao really wants to kill me, then you, as the culprit of all this, must die first."

There was dead silence between heaven and earth.

The fighting gradually stopped and the wailing ceased.

Whether it was the imperial court or the sect, the strong men on both sides were all stunned and even at a loss.

No one expected that there was such a truth behind the Battle of Xuandu.

Even the Queen is no exception.

Her eyes moved slightly, and her surprise gradually turned into sarcasm. She just felt that the world was really interesting.

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"Yes."

The master was silent for a long time, then said, "So I should die."

Without waiting for the Emperor to speak, he said calmly: "Your Majesty, what you said is exactly what I have been thinking about for the past hundred years, and I have come up with my own answer."

It's lonely under the sun.

There is no sound.

The whole world is quietly waiting for the master's answer.

"Back then, I had already understood God's will, but I was reluctant to take that step, which ultimately led to the unprecedented disaster."

"Before the Dao Master becomes the Dao Master, I can oppose it instead of acquiescing."

"Before the Taoists get too complacent, I might be able to warn them."

"Before the war breaks out, I may be able to bring peace to the world."

The master of the temple spoke slowly, asking everyone in the world to listen quietly: "It is precisely because I did not do all these things that I finally faced that betrayal that I had no choice. This is the punishment given to me by heaven."

Everyone understood.

This is why he is standing here today.

He looked into the Emperor's eyes, smiled slowly, and said earnestly: "This is the justice I can die for."

After saying this, more blood leaped out from the old man's palm and sank into the sky.

The picture of the flying fairy shines brightly.

Countless auras of heaven and earth responded to the call in an instant, condensing into boundless clouds, falling towards the Divine Capital Formation like a mountain.

The difference is that this time the clouds contain millions of lightning bolts.

All stained with blood.

The next moment, countless lightning bolts struck.

The rumbling sound is endless.

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Outside the capital, on a solitary cliff.

Wang Ji looked at Gu Zhuo.

Gu Zhuo raised the wine jug, took a sip seriously, and said, "I really don't know about this."

Wang Ji said: "What do you think now?"

Gu Zhuo was silent for a while, then said self-deprecatingly: "It turns out I have so many reasons to stand aside and watch."

For some reason, Wang Ji felt inexplicably sad when he looked at his smile.

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The fighting in front of the Weiyang Palace was no longer fierce because too many people had died on both sides.

One of the flying boats tried to intercept the meteor shower not long ago, but used its hull to block it. It was torn into millions of pieces and fell to the earth, burning in the vast square in front of the palace.

General Wang stood on the gate of the imperial palace, his dark black armor obviously damaged.

Just before, he personally fought with the head of the Yinping Xie family, and lost the opponent's arm at the cost of serious injuries, which made it difficult for him to fight with all his strength in a short period of time.

More than half of his personal soldiers and confidants who had returned with him from the north were also killed or wounded.

In less than half a day, the price paid by the Zhenbei Army was the same as the price paid in suppressing the barbarians in the past decades.

General Wang thought with some mockery that if the barbarians were really able to move south one day, it must be because humans were killing each other.

Then he looked at the bodies on the square, at the enemies he had not yet killed, and said in a hoarse voice: "Follow the plan."

The adjutant was silent for a moment, then bowed his head and responded to the statement.

The officials in the court are not pigs, and the generals in the army are not idiots.

Yes, all the nobles in the court have unlimited confidence in His Majesty the Emperor and believe that today's battle will ultimately lead to only one result, but this does not mean that they will only make one preparation.

The destruction of the Divine Capital formation was a trend they did not want to see, but this was by no means unexpected. The military had extremely detailed preparations and arrangements for this and would not lose their composure because of this.

Before the formation is broken, the soldiers of the Imperial Guards and the strong men of the court will withdraw from the Imperial City in advance and use the Divine Capital as the battlefield again.

During this process, the Queen will meet up with them.

There is no need to worry about the safety of Weiyang Palace, and you have no right to worry about it.

The thunder was constant and deafening.

The great formation of the Divine Capital is about to be broken.

At this moment, a stunning sword light suddenly appeared in everyone's eyes.

Along with it came the haggard moonlight.

So people knew that the outcome of the battle between Qing Xiaoyue and Jiandao Nanzong had been decided.

Hundreds of eyes fell on the shadow cast by the vermilion palace wall.

The Southern School of Kendo used the sword as a staff to support his body.

There was a gap from his neck to his heart, with bones and flesh clearly visible, but no blood flowing out.

A desolate and cold light flowed through his body, like a sacrificial altar, burning from time to time and extinguishing in an instant.

This is undoubtedly an extremely serious injury.

Qingxiaoyue's attack will be even more tragic.

Both of his legs had been cut off, and there was a huge wound on his waist, clearly caused by a sword.

But he is still alive. No matter how intermittent his breathing is, it still exists and he is still some distance away from death.

However, judging from his dim and almost extinguished eyes, his realm was obviously on the verge of collapse. Even if he was rescued, he would no longer be the former head of the Sky Patrol Department, and would be indistinguishable from a useless person.

This is not much different from death.

From a certain perspective, Qing Xiaoyue is the first big shot to end up like this since the two sides officially went to war.

Soon, Qingdeng Diaoming, who was famous for his medical skills, came to the side of Jiandao Nanzong and started to save people.

Qing Xiaoyue was also taken away.

This silent silence and tacit understanding did not improve the atmosphere in front of the Weiyang Palace, but made it even heavier.

Many people are wondering who will die next.

Countless eyes fell on the master of the temple.

The sky is shaking.

The blood-stained thunder suddenly fell, shattering the eaves of the corner tower of the imperial city, which was thrilling.

Then people knew that the great formation of the Divine Capital... had been broken.

at the same time.

His Majesty the Emperor finally stood up.

(End of this chapter)