I'm Going Crazy Because I Can't Contract With The Heroic Spirit.

Emperor Yuan held up his dragon-patterned sword and looked at Chen Ming seriously.

At this moment, he didn't look like a tyrant, but more like a general who was watching thousands of armies rushing to kill each other on the battlefield and looking at the enemy's commander in the distance.

In fact, this is exactly the case.

Before sitting on the dark gold throne, he led his army to fight on the northern front for more than ten years. During this period, he once broke up the alliance of the northern countries, broke through three capitals, and even beheaded a king with his own hands.

Seeing that the alliance of the northern kingdoms was really about to be defeated by him, he was called back by the previous Yuan Emperor.

Thinking of this, he was slightly absent-minded.

Yes, he was distracted, before a life and death battle.

He actually didn't care about this battle. The murderous intention to lock the Taoist was just a subconscious reaction after more than ten years of life and death fighting experience.

He actually hopes that the Taoist in front of him can chop off his head, so that when he meets a qualified person, he can be freed as he wishes.

If it were the other way around... it would be so boring and disappointing.

This is why, in the Jinluan Palace, Chen Ming's words showed that he knew a series of secrets including the five-year rebellion plot, the blood sacrifice of the demon sword, etc. Emperor Yuan just laughed without asking where he got the information.

Emperor Yuan didn't care about any of this, he only wanted the result - since this person came here with the purpose of killing gods, was he qualified enough to kill him?

Chen Ming’s answer is – yes!

I saw him rushing forward, and the air immediately made a bursting sound.

When the Tao sword wrapped with thunder and lightning collided with the dragon-marked sword, the fierce sword cry resounded throughout the imperial city like a dragon's roar.

The dormitory hall collapsed, and the strong wind swept the rubble and debris and scattered it in all directions. The remains of the previous Yuan Emperor collapsed together with his coffin.

In the blink of an eye, the two collided hundreds of times, and the clanging sound of the sword blades even overlapped into a sound of drumming.

Yu Tianxin's eyes were stunned. Together with Juehai, he was known as the Dynasty's Sword Master, and together with the Master of Changsheng Temple, he was known as the three top masters.

But I never thought about why the lewd and tyrannical Emperor Yuan was so powerful!

The old Heavenly Master was also a little stunned. He said that he really didn't teach this young apprentice much, but he actually became so powerful under the mountain?

Only Zhang Zaidao smiled slightly. Normally, those big demons and evil spirits who were considered top-notch masters often couldn't get past three rounds in front of his junior brother.

In addition, the junior brother and even the Taoist preacher, no matter what the deeds are, there is no difference. Even if he kills the evil god immediately, Zhang Zaidao still thinks it is very reasonable.

Above the sky, I don’t know when dark clouds were rolling and thunder was raging, as if there were thunder dragons tumbling.

It turned out that Chen Ming did not want to tangle with Emperor Yuan anymore.

"Thunder!" Chen Ming scolded.

"Boom!"

The sky is shaking! The dense thunder broke through the clouds in an instant, and the sky became a sea of ​​thunder!

"Here comes the sword!"

Chen Ming drank again.

Under the operation of the Dacheng Five Thunder Zhengfa Heart Sutra, thousands of thunders in the sky turned into a golden thunder sword, which was held in his hand!

Chen Ming held it and stabbed Emperor Yuan lightly.

His figure disappeared, and the sudden white light illuminated the dark imperial city as bright as day.

And the roaring thunder seemed to explode in everyone's heart!

Those thousands of thunderbolts seemed to be released and circulated in the imperial city in an instant!

Under this brilliant power of heaven, everyone's hearts trembled.

This time, even Zhang Zaidao was shocked.

After the world-ending movement, the surroundings did not change much, and the destructive power was not even as strong as the collision between the two at the beginning.

Chen Ming held the Dao sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Emperor Yuan's throat. Emperor Yuan is not dead.

The thunder had dissipated, and he withdrew his strength at the last moment.

Otherwise, half of the imperial palace will disappear in the thunder, and Emperor Yuan is even afraid that not even a wisp of ashes will be left.

This is the Dacheng Five Thunder Heart Sutra, which is supreme in attack and death, like a god. It has accumulated Tao power for three generations and has doubled the combat power of personal intervention.

Emperor Yuan looked at Dao Jian in his throat with no expression on his face.

Chen Ming whispered: "Now, are you qualified enough?"

Emperor Yuan smiled: "Not enough."

Chen Mingxin said, his clothes were blown to ashes, how can he be so harsh?

Just as he was about to say more, Emperor Yuan held the tip of the sword and slit his own throat with a smile on his face.

A large amount of blood spurted out, and Emperor Yuan suddenly fell to the ground, his whole body twitching violently, as if something was coming out of his body.

Such a change made Chen Ming stunned for a moment, and he even felt vaguely familiar.

Emperor Yuan, who fell to the ground, was breathing heavily, and said vaguely: "Not enough,, ruthless...now...enough..."

Suddenly, a wave of blood energy spread, and an irresistible pulling force swept Chen Ming and the fallen Emperor Yuan towards somewhere quickly.

In just a blink of an eye, they returned to their "bedroom" position.

The earth cracked open, and the blood carried them all the way down.

This is not the dormitory, but the main line of the dragon vein.

The Blood Dragon Demonic Sword is a product that uses formations to absorb the blood and resentment on the battlefield, and the blood dragon veins condensed at the dragon veins mutate.

In essence, it is still "dragon vein".

The dying Emperor Yuan came here and underwent an astonishing change. Even when his throat was slit, Emperor Yuan remained expressionless and was "screaming" in pain.

But due to the paralysis of his body and his slit throat, his posture looked very funny.

But Chen Ming had no intention of ridiculing.

Emperor Yuan, at this time, is like an ice cube exposed to the scorching sun, he is "melting" and "drifting away"!

Except for the skeleton, all the flesh and blood on Emperor Yuan's body are gradually disappearing, floating towards the Blood Dragon Demon Sword!

It turns out that the Yuan Emperors of the past dynasties were the last steps in the blood sacrifice of the Demonic Sword.

The essence of the Blood Dragon Demon Sword is the Blood Dragon Vein. The best way to nourish the Blood Dragon Vein is not only to have a steady stream of blood energy, but also to have the aura of the Dragon Vein.

In order to resist the erosion of the evil god's aura, the emperors of the past dynasties had no choice but to contain the dragon veins in their bodies at all times. Over time, their flesh and blood were soaked in the aura and became a great tonic for the magic sword.

Therefore, every generation of Yuanli will undergo the most painful process before death to maintain the magic sword. All that is left behind is a skeleton.

The previous generation Emperor Yuan had sacrificed his blood to give his children a chance to master the magic sword.

It was obvious that Emperor Yuan failed, so he could only sit on the throne and wait for the next person.

Now, he felt that he had found a qualified person, so he sacrificed his blood to give Chen Ming a chance to try.

The endless dynasty luck completely escaped from Emperor Yuan who was almost turned into a skeleton.

They crashed into Chen Ming's body and baptized him.

During the painful transformation, Chen Ming's physical body quickly became stronger and became... step by step adapted to the Blood Dragon Demonic Sword.

Seeing that the situation was complete, Emperor Yuan's eyes moved away from Chen Ming's body.

He was thinking about his father.

At that time, he was still the invincible general of the Northern Expedition, but his dissolute father couldn't help but call him back to the imperial city from the front lines of the northern countries that were about to be destroyed.

At that time, Emperor Yuan, who could not understand all this, was extremely angry.

He thought that if his father had something serious to do, then let him go.

If not, then kill him and become emperor yourself.

Naturally, the previous Emperor Yuan didn't give any reason, and even scolded him bloody, scolding him for ruining the world.

Of course Emperor Yuan, who could only speak with a sword, couldn't scold his father. Just when he was angry and thinking about how to kill his father, he lost control.

Demonized.

Then Emperor Yuan suddenly came to his senses again. He looked at the ruined palace in surprise, the so-called top master lying in a pool of blood, as well as his mother, concubines, eunuchs and maids.

And the father who was covered in blood and was cut into a stick by himself.

His father didn't blame him, his eyes were full of excitement, excitement and pride.

He shouted and praised Emperor Yuan with all his strength.

Emperor Yuan had never seen his father smile before, but now he was laughing so hard that he burst into tears.

His father committed suicide in front of him, giving him a chance to master the magic sword.

Emperor Yuan failed, but he still survived tenaciously.

He must not die without finding the next successor.

Before him, there were more than a dozen generations of late emperors who had done this for a thousand years.

On the front lines, on the throne, in the blood pit.

Knowing everything, he sat silently on the dark gold throne, bearing the infamy of killing the king, killing his father and usurping power.

Previously, he was an invincible and powerful general.

Today, he is just a licentious and violent tyrant.

He killed the only person who understood him, and forever lost the chance to be understood.

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Dear readers, the reason why there is no update today is actually because I am going to take a day off today.

The reason is to adjust your schedule.

But I couldn’t find where I told you to ask for leave, so I didn’t say anything.

As for why...

Good friends who have been watching carefully, you should be able to find that I post three chapters of updates in the early morning every day. The reason is that I just finished writing at that time...

In the past month, I have basically maintained a routine of starting writing a novel at midnight, finishing it at around 5 am, then going to sleep, and then sleeping until I get up at one or two in the afternoon.

This routine maintains a trace of regularity amidst the chaos...

I originally thought that if I slept eight hours or more a day, there would be no problem. However, when I was running last night, my vision suddenly went dark, my heart stopped, and I was sweating all over...

I almost pissed myself because I was afraid that this was going to be a violent death.

And it is true that my mental state has not been very good recently, and I feel sleepy every day.

I don’t know the specific reason, but I think it’s because of staying up late.

I don’t want to die suddenly at such a young age...

So, I want to take a day off! Adjust your routine! Adjust to normal sleep time of 12pm and wake up at 8pm.

I went to bed at 10 o'clock last night, but because of my biological clock, I didn't fall asleep until 4:30. I used the alarm clock to wake me up at 8 o'clock this morning, and then I was confused and very sleepy all day.

So today’s update is definitely not going to happen, that is, I’m going to take a day off.

But in the private message, a friend said: Are you going to stop updating?

After seeing the news, I suddenly sat up from my dying bed, got up and stayed up for two hours to write this chapter.

The first is to tell everyone about this matter. Due to my own fault and the fact that I was too lazy to save my manuscript, I had to take a day off. I’m very sorry.

Secondly, I want to express that unless I die suddenly, this book will not be updated.

At present, this book has a complete outline (although the complete outline is only three to five hundred words...), and it is estimated that it will be completed at about one million to one and a half million words.

Then, it will return to three updates from tomorrow until the end of this month.

Next month, since the lazy dog ​​author has already started school, there will only be two updates a day...

certainly! Here's a commitment! There is a high probability that there will be three updates on the weekend!

Good friends, although you can watch it, the updates are quite stable. Although I am a lazy dog, I still have a lot of integrity! Don’t worry if I write half of it and run away!

Thanks for the support, good brothers!

Another note: This chapter is said to have only three hundred words. This paragraph is too long and can only be placed in the main text. It is definitely not a small number of words.

In previous cases like this, the main text was definitely more than 2,000 words, and there was no need to use small theater or interaction to make up the word count.

Thanks again everyone!

(I feel so sleepy. I slipped away. My schedule should be normal this time.)