Embers of Sword

Chapter 242: The King Killer

Ao Ying had never seen a freak like Xie Zhen.

To say that he is a good person would be a huge joke.

He killed fourteen cave monsters in the Ghost Ridge with a single sword strike, forcing him to sacrifice his blood and activate his secret treasure to escape.

If you say he is an evil person.

Ao Ying has been traveling in the demon realm for so many years and has met countless bastards, but he is the only one who has never "kicked someone when he's down".

gentleman?

In the previous confrontation at the Longwen formation, he did not care about the so-called "righteousness" at all, and wanted to kill the human race's genius in front of the demon race.

Despicable guy?

Not to mention, everything he did deserves to be called frank.

"Why did you step into this place?"

Ao Ying put aside all distracting thoughts in her mind and looked at the young man in front of her with a complicated expression.

She fled here.

One was to avoid being hunted down by Prince Jiu, and the other was to be able to refine the [Phoenix Eyes].

Those humans fled here.

Just to escape.

But thinking back carefully, this Xie Zhen was not within the scope of the "Northern Hunt" from the very beginning when they first met... When Ao Ying devoured the soul, he learned about the accident that happened in the Northern Hunt. The cloud ship that Xie Zhen was riding on crashed accidentally. Logically speaking, he should not have come here.

But when they met at the Ghost Ridge, Xie Zhen seemed to have reached his "end".

Xie Xuanyi said softly: "A fruit."

"A... fruit?"

This answer was beyond Ao Ying's expectations.

What kind of fruit is this? Is it a Taoist fruit, a spiritual treasure, or something else?

She was silent for a while, then said seriously, "What if there are only dead people here and no fruit?"

The road in this world has an end.

The two walked in a long and narrow mountain crevice, and there seemed to be a faint light ahead.

Soon, we will reach the end of the mountain of corpses.

"Then there is none."

Xie Xuanyi's tone was very light.

Ao Ying was even more confused.

She could feel the unparalleled sharpness from the sword intent of this young man... No matter who Xie Zhen was, it seemed that before he went to the Northern Hunt, he was certain that there would be a great opportunity and good fortune here, so he came here alone.

But if I return empty-handed, doesn’t Xie Zhen care?
"..."

Xie Xuanyi walked forward in silence.

Of course he cares.

He wanted to get the divine fruit more than anyone else.

However, the relationship between him and the divine fruit was not as simple as Ao Ying thought. For ordinary cultivators, wanting to obtain good fortune was just a way to reach the sky in one step.

But Xie Xuanyi is different.

Rather, it was the temptation of the "God Fruit" that drove him to this point...

Rather, it was his obsession to prove himself.

Or rather, it was the desire to practice the second way of the sword...

In his previous life, he was born with a defect, which caused regrets in his sword practice.

If I could obtain a divine fruit, I could make up for this congenital defect.

For Xie Xuanyi.

This is the significance of the Divine Fruit.

"When you jumped into the well, did you look down?"

Xie Xuanyi suddenly turned around and asked this question.

Ao Ying was stunned for a moment.

All along the way, she was asking about Xie Zhen, asking him indirectly, trying to get some information from the young man.

This was the first time Xie Zhen asked her.

"Of course I did."

Ao Ying looked a little confused and asked, "Why, what's in this well?"

Xie Xuanyi raised his eyebrows: "What did you see?"

"It's just a well."

Ao Ying said calmly: "I didn't see anything."

"..."

Xie Xuanyi fell into a brief silence. He stared at Ao Ying's face, and for the first time, he looked at this demon girl so carefully. The jade slip left by Shan Man mentioned that this big moon well could reflect the deepest desires of people. Everyone could face the deepest "desire" in their hearts when looking at each other.

If you didn't see anything.

It means having no desires or demands.

This is the highest realm in Buddhism. Xie Xuanyi heard that only rare monks could reach the state of "no desire and no demand", but he traveled all over Nanli and visited countless Buddhist temples, but he did not meet a true saint who was "no desire and no demand".

For so many years.

The only people Xie Xuanyi had ever seen who had no desires or requests were “dead people”!
This evil woman stole the secret treasure of Chiling City and fled all the way south. How could she look like she had no desires or ambitions?
"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Ao Ying felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by Xie Zhen. His cheeks flushed slightly and he involuntarily took a step back.

This young man's sword power is too strong.

Even if you are just being stared at, you will feel a prickly feeling like thorns in your back.

"nothing."

Xie Xuanyi looked normal, but several thoughts flashed through his mind.

He glanced away from Ao Ying, quickened his pace, and walked out of the pile of corpses.

Ao Ying followed closely behind.

The two stood silently at the exit of the corpse mountain, looking up at the towering and gorgeous scene that seemed unreal. The sword energy swirled above their heads and turned into a big sun, tearing open the dark sky in front of them, revealing a high level like a mountain, and a magnificent throne standing on the top of the mountain. After leaving the corpse mountain, the oppressive feeling of the Tao became stronger. The sword energy and fire hanging high in the sky slowly fell like the setting sun, and the afterglow scattered on the throne. A thin figure could be vaguely seen sitting in it, wearing a wide dragon robe and a red gold crown.

But the scary thing is...

A long spear pierced through the throne, nailing the man to death on the throne.

Under the throne.

There stood four huge silver-white statues.

These four silver statues, holding swords, spears and bows, should have been majestic and guarding this place, but over the years, they have rusted and rotted, and their bases are stained with blood. They look like they have just experienced a bloody battle... Some of the silver statues have broken arms, and some have broken heads.

"This……"

Ao Ying looked shocked, accepting the huge visual impact brought by this scene.

Xie Xuanyi narrowed his eyes.

He knew... that under the command of the monarch of Dayue Kingdom, there were four brave and capable generals!

There are exactly four silver-white statues standing under the throne at this moment!
Knife, sword, gun, bow!

This corresponds exactly to the weapons used by the centurions in the fantasy of the ancient battlefield when they galloped across the battlefield and hunted evil dragons!
The cavalry of Dayue Kingdom were all trained by these four generals. They were the left and right arms of Emperor Qi and the most powerful fighting force of this ancient country...

But now.

The weapons in their hands were pointed at the king on the throne.

It's clear what this is doing...

The sword energy, light and fire were extinguished bit by bit under the pressure of the ancient Tao rules. The splendid and dazzling throne still stood on thousands of steps, but the crazy scene on the top of the mountain gradually dimmed. After the light and fire were extinguished, this hall located at the end of the mountain of corpses looked even more crazy. The gray fog enveloped the place again. Standing at the feet of the four motionless silver-white statues, looking up at the high throne, even after a thousand years, when all things were extinguished, people still felt unspeakable depression and despair in their hearts.

Ao Ying's voice was a little hoarse: "Are they going to... kill the king?"

"Regicide..."

These two words.

When Xie Xuanyi heard this, there was a different kind of absurdity in his voice.

Xie Xuanyi looked at the four huge silver statues, and complex emotions surged in his heart.

"Are all these people dead?"

Ao Ying turned her head slightly, and in another place in the dark hall, she saw a towering head like a hill... That should have been the head of the sword-wielding general.

The silver statue was in the front, closest to the throne.

Therefore, his death was the most tragic. His head was cut off and his entire body was covered with dense cracks, as if it could collapse and shatter at any time.

The other three silver statues.

They are almost the same.

Only the gunman at the back of the hall made a throwing gesture.

That spear crossed thousands of high ranks, and also crossed the distance between the monarch and his subjects, piercing through the void, piercing the throne, and nailing Emperor Qi to it...

Ao Ying silently felt the murderous intent emanating from the Throne of Annihilation and murmured, "The outcome of this war seems very bleak..."

The sword energy, light and fire were completely extinguished.

In the darkness, the base of a silver-white giant statue in the distance seemed to be glowing with a faint luster.

At this moment.

A very light voice suddenly sounded.

"This war is indeed bleak, but the ending is good... A righteous man has many supporters, while an unrighteous man has few. When a person is forced into a desperate situation with no way out, he will be blessed by heaven."

This voice, like a spring breeze, blows directly across the lake of heart.

Ao Ying's pupils contracted.

It was a ray of silver-white light, floating under the huge base of the spear-throwing general, and gradually condensed into an erratic figure.

"Back off."

Xie Xuanyi put Qingli down, protected him behind him, took a step forward, and released sword energy, covering an area of three meters.

There was a golden glow between the eyebrows, and the deep-seated illness burst out with the sound of a sword!
He stared at the silver-white figure with an expressionless face...

This is not disenchantment.

Rather, it is a residual image of divine consciousness that still retains consciousness.

Just like the divine thoughts left behind by the saints in Xuanshui Cave Heaven, such afterimages will retain different degrees of will and thinking depending on the owner's strength during his lifetime.

You can even use the Tao rules.

"Don't worry, I can't leave this casting base..."

That silver-white divine consciousness gradually condensed. He was wearing blood-stained armor, and his face was blurred. His divine consciousness had been eroded by the long years and had shown signs of dissipating, but it could be vaguely seen that he had a smile on his face and exuded a gentle and peaceful aura.

He took a few steps forward, as if to prove that he was imprisoned by some shackles...

This ray of silver-white light floated in an area several feet around the casting base.

This ray of light.

As it left the casting seat, it quickly dimmed.

The next moment, the residual image of the divine consciousness that had taken a few steps was pulled back under the casting seat.

This remnant of thought no longer moved forward, but just sat leisurely in front of the steps of the hall, facing Xie Xuanyi and Ao Ying.

"My name is Zhong Wu, and I am the only one left of the four generals of Dayue."

He stretched out his finger and pointed above his casting seat.

Long and winding stairs.

The majestic imperial power.

Pierced by this spear.

The man in silver armor looked at the shattered throne and the dried royal blood flowing from the throne.

The smile on his face grew a little more.

The voice at this moment was a little crazy and a little proud.

"You... can also call me 'King Slayer'."

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(There are two more chapters today.)
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