Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

A-Tai heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that. "Then you get some sleep first. If there's any problem, wake me up in time!"

As he spoke, he lay down on the wooden bed and prepared to take a nap. Due to severe lack of sleep, his brain had begun to become dull and he even felt dizzy.

But just as he lay down, he heard shouts and fighting coming from the military camp, accompanied by the sounds of bows, crossbows, muskets and swords clashing.

"what happens?"

A-Tai stood up in panic. Outside the tent, a messenger rushed over and said in panic, "General, this is bad! Someone has sneaked into the camp and assassinated many of us. Many of our brothers have had their necks broken in their sleep!

Right now, everyone in the vanguard camp is like a frightened bird, killing people everywhere with their weapons. The camp has been blown up!"

A-Tai flew into a rage and grabbed the leader of the imperial army by the collar. "Is this what you call the dignity of a master?"

The commander of the royal army was embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

You ask me, who do I ask?

I've lived for decades, and this is the first time I've encountered such a situation, okay?

He is so powerful that he is almost invincible, but he still has no shame to assassinate ordinary soldiers. Damn it, I have never seen such a person in my life!

A-Tai reluctantly let go of his hand and ordered, "Pass the order, the soldiers on duty in the central camp will march out immediately and control the vanguard camp as soon as possible!"

Standing outside the camp, looking at the dark night, Artest was exhausted.

It seems that I won’t be able to sleep tonight!

......

In the next few days, Song Xuan and others carried Lao Liu's style to the extreme.

When the Qing army set out to attack, he would immediately flee with his men, and when you returned to the camp, he would stick to you like a dog-skin plaster.

The sound of gongs, drums, music and singing during the day is so lively that it won't let you sleep peacefully.

At night he would sneak into the military camp to carry out assassinations. He was not greedy and would kill a few hundred people and then immediately run away, not giving the enemy army a chance to surround him.

After five or six days, the Qing army soldiers, who were extremely sleepy and insecure, finally collapsed completely after Song Xuan's new round of assassinations, especially after he slashed out several sword energies in the camp.

This camp bombing affected the central army camp. Looking from a high place, the Qing army camp, which stretched for more than ten miles, was full of flames and fighting.

The Qing soldiers, who had just been awakened from their sleep and were not even wearing armor, were like mad dogs, holding their knives and hacking at anyone they saw to vent their fear and despair of recent days.

The Qing army camp, the vanguard camp had countless casualties, Song Xuan

Holding the Pure Yang Wuji Sword, he walked in as if strolling in the garden.

After being stable for so long, the day of harvest has finally arrived!

Yao Yue did not go in, but stayed outside the camp to protect them.

She knew what her husband was going to do. Killing was needed to temper the Flower of God. At this time, she only needed to be a good wife and stabilize the external environment.

As for the slaughter in the military camp, she didn't need to worry about it. The completely collapsed military camp was easier to kill than tens of thousands of pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

The killing lasted from dusk to dawn.

In order to experience the ultimate killing, Song Xuan didn't even dodge after killing someone, just letting the blood splatter on his body to stimulate his spirit.

Wailing, screaming, begging, despair, all kinds of negative emotions coming from the Qing army can become nourishment for his spiritual tempering.

When he finished the killing with A Tai's head in his hand and covered in blood, it was already dawn. The murderous aura emanating from his body was so strong that even Yao Yue subconsciously took a step back.

As for the fat and thin monks and others, they didn't dare to move forward from a distance. They had a feeling that Song Xuan's condition at the moment was very special, and a glance from him might take their lives.

Throwing A Tai's head to the ground casually, Song Xuan looked at Yao Yue expressionlessly.

"Defend me!"

Yao Yue nodded solemnly, "Okay!"

Song Xuan didn't say anything more, and just sat cross-legged on the ground. The Pure Yang Wuji Boy's Kung Fu, a heavenly-level martial art, began to operate at high speed.

With overwhelming murderous aura, he began to temper his spiritual will.

Yao Yue held the scabbard in her left hand and the hilt in her right hand, standing in front of Song Xuan like a sculpture, with a sharp cold light in her eyes.

At this moment, she didn't say anything, but everyone knew that whoever dared to step forward would definitely die!

The fat and thin monks and others retreated far away. The fat monk began to roast a whole lamb, while the thin monk ordered people to collect wild vegetables and fruits in the mountains. The young master had been busy all night, and he would definitely have a good meal after finishing his training.

As a qualified cook, it is always a good idea to prepare food in advance, regardless of whether the host needs to eat or not.

"It's unimaginable that a battalion of tens of thousands of elite soldiers was destroyed by a single person!"

Xiaopang was grilling the meat while muttering to himself.

The tall and thin Fat Monk bent over and fiddled with charcoal, and said enviously: "One man destroyed an entire army, a martial arts master is probably only as good as this, right?

"Xiaopang, don't forget me when you become rich. When you become rich in the future, remember to help me!"

Xiaopang patted his shoulder and said earnestly, "Don't say I didn't remind you, we have limited martial arts talent, and there is no future for us in the martial arts world.

Take my advice and learn a skill as soon as possible.

I've noticed these days that Young Master seems to have a special liking for osmanthus cakes. This might be a way out for you!"

Chapter 204: Mu Dao Ren

When the practice ended, the sky was already dark.

The moment Song Xuan opened his eyes, the fat and thin monks and others were all trembling with fear.

At that moment, many people saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and saw King Yama standing on the endless mountain of corpses, grinning at them.

It’s like looking at newly grown leeks that are ready to be harvested.

Although they knew it was an illusion, the scene was so terrifying. If it had not only lasted for a moment, everyone would have been mentally collapsed.

"What was the result?"

Yao Yue asked with a smile. At this time, she put her hands behind her back and waved her palms at Xiaopang. Xiaopang and others understood and ran over with barbecue grills on their faces.

After setting up the barbecue grill and laying out various fruits and vegetables, everyone started a barbecue party on this battlefield filled with the smell of blood.

"not bad!"

Song Xuan ate barbecue with a calm smile on his face, "According to this progress, perhaps I won't even need to go to the Qing capital to achieve the Flower of Concentration."

He had a vague feeling that if the Flower of God could be condensed, his strength might be greatly improved.

With every breakthrough of the Pure Yang Wuji Boy's Kung Fu, his strength would undergo a qualitative change, and he was also looking forward to what changes the Flower of God would bring.

While eating barbecue, Song Xuan looked towards a mountain in the distance.

There, some shadowy figures were standing on the tree, looking over here.

"When did these people come?"

Yao Yue took a bite of the cucumber and spoke in a somewhat unclear voice, "When you were cultivating, you must have been a member of the Tiandihui. You wanted to come over and get close to us, but I scared you away!

How about I call them over so you can get to know them?"

Song Xuan shook his head. "No need! I'll leave after I kill the Tartars. There's no need to have any friendship with them."

The Tiandihui made quite a stir in Qingzhou, but Song Xuan really looked down upon its size.

In terms of size, if he transferred any assassin from the Qingyi Building branch in Mingzhou, they would be stronger than the Tiandihui.

In the world of martial arts, the strength of an individual's fighting ability is the fundamental factor that determines the upper limit of a party's power.

Song Xuan had never seen the leader of the Tiandihui, but he could roughly estimate the other party's strength.

This strength is hard to describe in a few words, so it’s better not to say anything!

After having a good meal and a drink, Song Xuan and his companions continued their journey northwards. Having spent some time here, Song Xuan did not intend to waste any more time.

After the group had completely walked away, the members of the Tiandihui appeared one after another and looked towards the Qing army camp.

Soon, someone started vomiting.

It was a truly tragic scene inside, with broken limbs everywhere and blood flowing like a river. The fishy stench rushed straight into people's mouths and noses, making people feel nauseous.

Fortunately, it is early spring now and there are no mosquitoes, flies or anything like that, otherwise the scene would be absolutely unimaginable.

"Master, what should we do with these corpses?"

Chen Jinnan, the chief of the Tiandihui, looked around and said in a deep voice, "As usual, the one responsible for killing people in the front will do the work, and we will burn the bodies in the back.

He is the Xuanyi Guard of the Great Zhou Dynasty. He can kill without burying the dead. He can just walk away after killing the dead. But we still have to live on this land in the future, so we have to clean up the mess.

Otherwise, if so many corpses are not handled properly, it will easily breed plague."

Ever since he learned about the name of the God of Killing Song Xuan, Chen Jinnan gathered people from all over the place, hoping to lend a helping hand to Song Xuan. But unfortunately, the gap in strength between the two sides was too big, and he could not help at all.

The only thing that could be done was to pile up the corpses of the Qing soldiers and burn them in the aftermath.

"Heh, this Song Xuan is quite arrogant!"

A hall master sneered, "We showed up before, but he just left after eating and drinking his fill. He showed no interest in meeting us at all. He truly doesn't take our Tiandihui seriously."

Chen Jinnan glanced at him and said, "I don't care about it, so what can you do?"

The hall master was startled, and immediately said in frustration: "Forget it, he is from the Imperial Capital's Black Guards, and we are not the same.

Some of our Tiandihui are from the Qingzhou Xuanyiwei, but they still ignore us. Thinking of this, I feel much better.

Chen Jinnan looked into the distance, "We're not on the same path, so there's no need to build a friendship. As long as he kills the Tartars, even if I have to collect the bodies afterwards, I, Chen Jinnan, will be willing to do so!"

......

Two months later.

Yanjing.

Song Xuan and his entourage appeared outside the Qing capital, looking exhausted.

He and Yao Yue and others headed north, and most of the Qing troops they encountered along the way died under his sword and became souls on his killing path.

Even today, when he came to the outskirts of Yanjing City and looked at the majestic city with the ancient atmosphere of time, his eyebrows couldn't help but twitch.

That was a sign that the mental strength had reached its limit and was about to condense into the Flower of God.

"Do you want to charge in directly?" Yao Yue asked.

"No need!"

Song Xuan shook his head.

On his way north, he killed hundreds of thousands of people. If Huang Taiji was not stupid, he should know what his purpose was.

If nothing unexpected happens, there will be at least hundreds of thousands of troops gathered in this ancient and majestic city, and it must be filled with a tight network of defense.

"Let's find an inn outside the city to rest first. Huang Taiji should have heard about our arrival. Next, we'll put the pressure on him. It depends on whether he chooses to hide in the city or take the initiative to attack!"

Yao Yue pursed her lips and smiled, "I hope he can be brave enough to take the initiative. If he hides in the Imperial City, it will be really difficult to deal with him."

......

Yanjing, Imperial Palace, inside the imperial study.

Huang Taiji, who had already ascended the throne, did not have any dignity of an emperor at this moment. Instead, he looked at the middle-aged Taoist beside him with a somewhat restrained expression.

He knew very well how he came to power and who was his biggest support to secure the throne.

Especially now that Song Xuan was approaching the capital, he dared not show any disrespect to the Taoist Mu in front of him.

"Congratulations to the Imperial Master for coming out of seclusion. His divine power has reached perfection and he is invincible in the world!"

Taoist Mu's face showed no emotion, as if he had seen through the world and had no desires or requests. He glanced at the man indifferently.

The Great Zhou was too big, with dozens of ethnic groups in Qingzhou alone. The reason why Mu Daoren chose to support this Tartar chief was not only because the other party was the governor of Qingzhou before, but also because this person was respectful enough to him.

Whether he was the governor of Qingzhou or now that he has become the emperor, Huang Taiji's attitude towards his father Mu Dao Ren has always been respectful and has never changed.

This made him very satisfied.

He was fascinated by the pleasure of being so high and mighty that even the imperial power had to bow down before him.

Looking at the reserved yet respectful Huang Taiji, he said indifferently, "I heard that you have been in trouble recently?"

Chapter 205 God: Boy, it’s time to do something!

"We've definitely run into some trouble!"