final catastrophe

Chapter 421 105. Casting Knives Before the Battle (for Subscription)

"Purge."

The long-haired, unarmored man raised his head and looked at the barren land in the distance.

Zhao Zilong couldn't help following his gaze, there were only three or two vultures swooping down, picking, and pecking at the freshly fallen carcasses, following the enemy's words, he felt a sense of agreement in his heart.

So, he asked, "Purify what?"

Xia Ji said gently: "The heaven and the earth are not benevolent, and the world is so filthy, just like if the body is not washed for a long time, there will be countless dirt. Only after purification can there be new life.

And what I seek, what I long for, is nothing but a paradise.

There is no intrigue, no sorrow, no pain. "

Zhao Zilong frowned, and retorted: "So, you are going to use the body of the sword god to carry out massacres? Are you willing to kill so many people that you will die?"

At the end of the sentence, there was a deep roar and reprimand in his voice, and he stared at the man in front of him with one eye.

If he offended him, he would cut off his own head with a single knife, and that would be the end of the matter, just right.

However, Xia Ji didn't get angry, not even a little violent fluctuation in his eyes.

On the contrary, the pupil that haunts the long river of history is full of sadness.

He sighed softly, "Everyone in the world knows that beauty is beauty, but evil is already there; everyone knows that goodness is not good.

The root of evil is already solid, if we don't uproot this intertwined evil, how will we usher in new good?
Killing is painful for a while, but if a new world ushers in, it will benefit all generations and make our future generations live in a better environment.

This new world is a paradise. "

Zhao Zilong was silent, and just as he was about to refute, the man asked again: "Let me ask you, even if Emperor Yan is wise, can all the officials be wise?

What would the world be like if Emperor Yan had passed away for a hundred years?

What's more, the emperor worked hard, 30 years is a long time.

What is more important, such a short-lived peace, or the eternal peace? "

Zhao Zilong asked again: "Then how are you doing?"

The long-haired man said gently: "Kill all the evil, leave the seeds of good, and reproduce for hundreds of thousands of generations. This world will naturally be clear."

Zhao Zilong asked again: "Then what good does this do for you?"

Xia Ji chuckled: "Why do you do it only if it is beneficial?"

Zhao Zilong was taken aback.

"Do you know why the thousands of disciples of the Black Snake Church serve me?"

Zhao Zilong shook his head frankly: "I don't know."

Xia Ji said: "They were all evil ghosts in hell. They did evil things in life, and after death they will go to hell to be tortured and cannot be reborn. But people like you and me who have committed serious crimes, if they go to hell, they will also die." Generally the same.

You only know that I slaughter.

Did that ever know about my salvation?
I slaughter the evil of time, but I also cut off the ghosts of hell.

I couldn't bear to save them.

I kill the world because of compassion.

If Zilong doesn't believe it, you can ask any disciple of the Black Snake Church, they will not hide anything. "

Zhao Zilong was completely stunned, he raised his head for the first time, and looked seriously at the sword god who was "used as a parasite of the gods".

But Xia Ji, with his hands behind his back, smiled and shook his head, and gradually moved away.

There was a faint sound in the wind.

"Peace in the world, chaos in hell, which is right and which is wrong, which is right and which is wrong?

If Zilong wants to leave and continue to follow in the footsteps of the emperor in the world, then go, the magic soldiers in Changban City will not touch you in the slightest. "

Zhao Zilong naturally understood that the man in front of him said so much in order to make him surrender.

but
What he said makes sense.

Leaning against the cold mottled wall, looking at the gradually distant figure, an old monster friend with black and white feet appeared in his mind.

"please wait a while."

But Xia Ji laughed loudly and didn't look back.

"Knife God!"

That figure is gone.

Only then did Zhao Zilong feel the pain all over his body. Sitting cross-legged by the wall, he hurriedly summoned his true energy. Streams of pure white breath flowed over the wound like liquid syrup, but he felt mixed feelings in his heart.

Sure enough, the snake god Xia Ji did not breach the contract, and no one disturbed him during his recovery.

When Zhao Zilong opened his eyes again, the man with long hair and no armor had already left Changban with two hundred demon soldiers.

The embarrassed and lonely one-armed one-eyed general sighed, took a spear from the soldier, and then slowly descended the tower.

Roof sky.

The moon is like a hook.

And in the long river of dreams, the four weirdos were obviously also listening to the teachings of the boss just now.

Suddenly, Huang Quan said: "Why do I suddenly feel that we are so noble and great?"

Zhuo Xi sneered: "This is the teacher."

Pan Duo shook the fresh red wine, with a seductive arc on his lips.

Ellie was also dumbfounded, the killing was so noblely embellished, even though she had always ignored these ants, she couldn't help being speechless.

A terrifying face suddenly protruded from the scales of Huangquan, and a thin book was presented with pale hands.

The tail of the turbid yellow snake curled up a pen, and then began to record in the book.

These famous quotes must be reviewed and recited from time to time. If you quote a few sentences in front of the boss in the future, the boss must be very happy.

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The words are divided into two parts.

Thanks to Xia Yan, who was favored by heaven, the three-day delay in the Battle of Changban City overfulfilled the task.

Ziwei Xiongguan has been better prepared.

But the man with strange long hair stopped three miles outside the city. After a few short confrontations, thousands of people died on the battlefield, and the magic soldiers were also somewhat damaged.

However, Xia Ji did not enter Guanzhong for a long time.

In the twilight.

He camped and set up camp, and stopped moving forward.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he actually began to forge knives.

It is a simple iron furnace, and the knife embryo is the saber of a knight under Emperor Yan's command. The knife is like a stream of autumn water, and it is also extremely fast. The word "Ming" is probably the name given by the original blacksmith.

He picked up a hammer in the hand of a giant man, raised it high, and then lowered it heavily, smashing the precious sword slowly.

Mars quenched the sky red.

The impurities are gone, and the blade is getting thinner.

The treasured sword was quickly purified, and the magic soldier handed over a new sword immediately.

It's just that the handle has been removed, and there is nothing else except the blade.

Xia Ji stopped swinging the hammer, held the blade sincerely with both hands, and then probed into the iron furnace regardless of the scorching heat.

It was only when he was about to touch the flame that he slowly let go, allowing the blade to stick to the paper-thin "Qiu Ming" knife, overlapping each other.

That's where he swung the hammer.

In Ziwei Xiongguan, the sound of a hammer like a heartbeat can be heard all night long.

"What is that demon doing?"

"Who knows, at most others sharpen their knives in front of the battle, but he is making a knife in front of the battle."

"He was so terrifying without a weapon before, if he really made a knife now, it would be fine."

"Don't worry about it, the military advisers have long been concerned, and what we can think of, the military advisers will definitely be able to."

"We are the righteous teachers of Emperor Yan."

"Yes, evil can never prevail against good, we will definitely win!"

(End of this chapter)