The strongest ruler of the heavens

Chapter 158 Solanum nigrum in the pagoda
The long years passed, and the millennium passed with a flick of a finger.

Lin Xi, who had practiced in retreat for thousands of years in the space of the statue, slowly opened her eyes, and turned her gaze to the people who were kneeling and worshiping under the divine table, silently watching wisps of incense coming towards the statue.

"Incense is poisonous, and luck is enough."

With a wave of his hand, all the incense accumulated in the statue for thousands of years was poured into the statue of the immeasurable god, and then he focused his attention on the system light curtain.

Name: Lin Xi

Sex: Male
Age: 1622
Realm: Golden Immortal Peak

Skills: Immortal Sword Body (Disabled), Six Meridians Excalibur, Sword Jue, Soul Crossing Song, Wind Control Art, Moon Burial Sword Jue
Item: Golden Light for Body Protection

The world we live in: Fairy Sword World

World tasks: Help Tu Su to strip away evil energy, restore Prince Changqin, prevent Qionghua from ascending, kill evil sword fairy, save Zhao Linger (progress: 60.00%)
Failure penalty: Deprivation of cultivation base

Mission Reward: Permission Unlocked

"System, how long is it until the fairy three plot starts?" Lin Xi asked the system after dispelling the light curtain because he was not sure about the time.

Compassionate Sword is staying in Shushan Demon Suo Tower at this moment, and Solanum nigrum has turned into an undead person, and Compassionate Sword has not been endowed with a spirit.

The current situation is not much different from Xiansan's original plot.

"There are still three days before the start of the plot..."

three days?

Then there are still three days until the meteor shower arrives, and it is also the time for Chonglou to go to Shushan to draw his sword.

After thinking about it, Lin Xi closed her eyes and communicated with Wuliang Tianzun and Zanyue who were out, and she was greatly relieved.

Before the retreat, I forgot to throw the spirit beads, so I was a little worried that the plot of Jingtian and others' search for the spirit beads would be deviated, but now it seems that Zan Yue and Wuliang Tianzun have already arranged all this.

The fact that I have two spirit beads in my hand was revealed as early as 20 years ago when the two worlds of demons and demons attacked the human world. Shushan also recorded the matter of the spirit beads, and coincidentally, in recent years, The village at the foot of the mountain was also renamed 'An Ning Village', but it was very prosperous, just like any other small town.

But whether this village is the Anning Village in the original plot is irrelevant. After all, if Jing Tian and the others want to obtain the Lingzhu, the only way is to come to Sanqing Palace.

After roughly guessing the development of the plot in his heart, Lin Xi closed his eyes again, but this time he did not practice, but concentrated his mind on the Merciful Sword in the Demon Locking Tower.

In the Demon Locking Tower, a group of demons gathered, and the demonic aura was soaring to the sky. At the bottom of the Demon Locking Tower, a long silver sword was inserted upside down on the stone platform, exuding a faint silver glow.

Around Min Shengjian, countless little demons flocked, wanting to step forward but were afraid of the sword's power, they just wandered around unceasingly, even sneering at Min Shengjian.

"A wimp, your brother is a wimp, you said he would come to see you, but it's been 1000 years, why doesn't he come?"

"Haha, what a wimp...you actually die for that wimp"

"With such a high level of cultivation, you can't keep your own home country. In the end, you still need to die with the sword... What do you mean if this is not a wimp?"

The ridicule of the monsters made the Mercy Sword gradually tremble, and with the blue halo flickering, a slightly illusory figure emerged from the sword.

The figure squatted on the ground and wept softly, a pair of white and tender arms were exposed due to the broken sleeves, the blue dress on her body was even more broken, and the long black hair was also scattered on her shoulders.

"Brother is not a wimp, brother is not a wimp, he is Jiang Guo's hero, the hero in Solanum nigrum's heart." Solanum nigrum covered his ears and kept screaming, trying to refute the demons.

The weak-tempered Solanum nigrum has long been the target of bullying by the demons for thousands of years. The more she retorted helplessly, the interest of the demons also increased.

wretch..
wretch..
Your brother is a complete wretch.

The words of all the monsters are always inseparable from the word "woofless" in every game. Even if Solanum nigrum tightly covered his ears, the word "woofless" still pierced deeply into Solanum nigrum's heart.

"My brother is not a wimp, my brother is not a wimp, my brother is not a wimp..." Following Solanum nigrum's last roar, the ghostly aura was awe-inspiring, and her blue dress instantly turned red, and there was an extra red longbow in her hand.

When the red-clothed nightshade appeared, all the demons fled one after another, but no matter how fast they were, they couldn't beat the arrow in the red-clothed nightshade's hand.

There were bursts of miserable voices that could not be heard.

The nightshade in red is the consciousness of self-protection born of nightshade being bullied for a long time, and its temper is also extremely strong, not as weak as nightshade.

It can be said that Solanum nigrum has been safe for thousands of years under the protection of its other personality.

The red-clothed nightshade's shot did not show any softness, and those little monsters were blown away by the arrows of the red-clothed nightshade, but this could only guarantee a moment of peace.

For thousands of years, the red-clothed nightshade has been shot so many times that I can't remember.

After all the little demons died and escaped, the red nightshade turned into its original appearance again. The nightshade, who had no memory, didn't know what happened. Caressing, the eyes are full of pain.

"Brother, you haven't fulfilled what you promised Solanum nigrum, why don't you come to see Solanum nigrum." Solanum nigrum's fingers slid on the body of Mi Shengjian, wanting to cry, but no tears flowed from his eyes.

Raising his hand to take out a sachet, Solanum nigrum held it firmly in his hand, and what came to mind was the scene of meeting Long Yang for the last time.

The Jiang country changed drastically, Long Yi died in battle, and the crown prince Long Yang ascended the throne. He gathered more soldiers in the palace and prepared to fight hard.

He mingled with the soldiers but was easily discovered, no matter how much he begged, he did not get Long Yang's permission to join the battlefield.

In exchange for his persistence, Long Yang swung his gun and broke his legs and was carried back to the bedroom. The pain in his legs was not as good as the colic in his heart.

The sunflower seeds before leaving are regrets and apologies for not fulfilling my promise.The phrase "even if I die, I will never allow you to go to the battlefield, and let your carefree age be stained with blood" is still echoing in my ears.

The figure in silver armor and holding the Merciful Sword is still vivid in my mind.

I should have no worries, so why isn't he?
His father died in battle, his mother died of a serious illness, and he shouldered the burden of a country just after he was born.

No matter how powerful the combat power is, it is not as good as the opponent's cultivator who threatened the people of a country, and left the Mercy Sword behind to protect himself.

Having lost the Mercy Sword, he directly lost half of his combat strength, and was even more powerless in the face of countless monks. Under the persecution, he...
He chose to abolish his self-cultivation to protect the people of Jiang State.

How could such a Longyang be a wimp?

This kind of him is the real hero. Even if he loses his cultivation and falls, his lifeless body can deter tens of thousands of enemy troops.

At the time of the fall, the sky and the earth are mourning, the sun is gone, and the sky is covered with dark clouds.

This is the situation after the early morning sun has set.

(End of this chapter)