Chapter 445: The Capital Is in Mourning
In the bright yellow agarwood chariot, the white, almost transparent light group Shi Xuan was playing with was already half the size of a fist, which was a full 50% more than what was needed to practice the Three Talents Extinguishing Sword. It was more than the murderous intention from the sky that Shi Xuan expected to land. More than twice as much. If I hadn't been smart enough to collect them all in a few seconds, I'm afraid the punishment from heaven would have come.
It is estimated that the power of this heavenly punishment will not be able to affect him, but Shi Xuan does not want to embarrass himself, especially since this journey is a process of breaking down the self-confidence of martial arts monks and condensing the spirit of the sect. It is best to maintain a mysterious and powerful image.
Before the arrival of the two Immortals, King Zhennan, and Xiao Chuhe, and after their death, the changes in emotions, confidence, and tone of the martial arts monks were the most appropriate evidence.
Of course, Shi Xuan has achieved his goal now, and it doesn't matter whether he goes to the capital or not. However, if he withdraws at this time, he will push his parents and their disciples into a pit of fire, so it is better to have a beginning and an end.
Gu Canghai and Wei Peining drove the bright yellow agarwood chariot with high spirits and joy, maintaining the slow speed before and flew towards the capital. The surrounding disciples such as Ji Ming, Lu Yao and Chang Ya all held their heads high and their chests high. , full of confidence and impressive momentum, the fortunes of Taoist sects scattered in all directions are gathering one after another.
In front of the bright yellow agarwood chariot, the martial saints and masters who were brought by Guo Yuquan to watch the battle in order to gain something, all looked blank and frightened, as if their minds had been taken away, until they saw the bright yellow, seemingly high and mighty, The unstoppable chariot flew toward them, and they finally came to their senses.
I don't know who started it. They suddenly dispersed like birds and beasts and fled into various forms. Some were heading east and some were heading west, but most of them were returning to the capital. But I can tell with my toes, I'm sure He went back to hook up with Xiruan, took his family and disciples and fled to a remote province.
Guo Yuquan looked at this scene with dismay, shaking his head and sighing. He wanted to scold them for having no blood, no courage, and no courage to fight to the death, but he couldn't curse them. After all, even Brother Xiao couldn't stop them. With one sword, why would these martial saints and masters do such a fatal thing?
Even if many of them are of royal blood, they can leave Qingshan without fear of running out of firewood. When they become stronger in cultivation in the future, advance to the level of human immortal, and survive the catastrophe, it is not a delusion to make a comeback.
"Forget it, I won't be pushy. Among Brother Xiao's blood descendants, there are a few with pretty good qualifications and talents. Why not take them away and cultivate them carefully for the future." Guo Yuquan and Xiao Chuhe have been good friends for many years and have always known each other. He had even received Xiao Chuhe's life-saving grace several times, and he originally thought that even if he died, he would work hard to repay his great kindness.
But the departure of these martial saints and masters made him sober up. He realized that the difference in strength was too big. Even if all the means and trump cards were exhausted, he would still be defeated by one sword. It was better to keep his useful body and keep the fire of hope.
Thinking of this, Guo Yuquan began to fear that the real person in the palace would kill him, the last earthly immortal, to eradicate the root of the grass, so he quickly transformed into a star to escape the light, and rushed to the capital, as long as he could escape from the consciousness of the real person in the palace. In terms of range, with his level of cultivation as a calamity earth immortal, if he can't defeat him, why can't he escape?
There was no movement in the bright yellow chariot. Guo Yuquan finally breathed a sigh of relief after escaping a short distance away. He sighed in his heart that the real person in the chariot didn't know whether it was because of arrogance or self-confidence. As long as he didn't stand in front of his chariot, he didn't even bother to take action!
In the bright yellow agarwood chariot, Shi Xuan watched Guo Yuquan fleeing indifferently. If he hadn't wanted to maintain a strong and mysterious image to shock the world and gather the confidence of the Taoist sect, he would have been able to eliminate future troubles on the spot. Done.
Fortunately, I used Tai Chi diagrams and innate Bagua to leave a shallow imprint on Guo Yuquan. With my suppression of the laws of heaven and earth, within three days, it was difficult to detect Guo Yuquan's state of mind. It won't be too late to look for him when things happen in the capital.
Seeing Guo Yuquan leaving, the martial arts monks who were watching from a distance dispersed in despair. After a short period of time, the collapse-like venting had stopped, but they still could not restore their feelings for martial arts. Confidence, I just feel that the road ahead is dark and confusing. It is difficult to recover from this kind of psychological trauma. Of course, there must be a few monks who are as firm as a rock and are unwavering in their pursuit of martial arts.
As for the bright yellow fairy chariot, they didn't plan to follow it any longer. No one could stop it anyway.
The bright yellow agarwood chariot flew slowly and silently towards the capital in this deserted situation.
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Capital, in a side hall of the imperial palace.
"Ancestor Guo, I won't leave!"
Guo Yuquan looked in astonishment at the tall young man in front of him with long eyes and thick eyebrows, profound facial features, and a 40-50% resemblance to Xiao Chuhe. He did not expect to receive such an answer, and his tone was so firm.
"Xiao Jing, do you know what you are talking about? How can a little divine monk like you resist the real person in the chariot?" After coming back to his senses, Guo Yuquan asked slightly angrily.
Xiao Jing stood up straight, with sadness in his eyes. The sadness did not turn into despair, but instead brewed a decisive power in the sadness: "If our Xiao royal family leaves, I am afraid that no one will dare to stand here from now on." Before that demonic chariot, even if I am acting like a chariot, I must let everyone in the world know that I, a martial arts monk, can lose my life, but my will, momentum, and courage cannot be broken!"
Guo Yuquan almost blurted out "Okay", but he had strong control and forced it down, and asked thoughtfully: "Aren't you afraid that no one will see or know what you are doing?"
"Just have a clear conscience." Xiao Jing answered without hesitation.
"Good." Guo Yuquan finally said the word "good".
At this time, dozens of monks rushed in from outside the hall, old and young, male and female, martial saints and subtle monks, all of them were sad, but there was no collapse or confusion in their behavior and appearance. Instead, they were ready to die, sad and resolute, and shared the same hatred of the enemy, which was very similar to Xiao Jing.
"Ancestor Guo, we won't leave either!" They said in unison, their voices were not loud, contained sadness, but were extremely firm.
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
"No regrets even if I die!" The voices were uniform and firm.
Seeing this, Guo Yuquan laughed out loud: "Haha, good! Good! Good! My martial arts will never die! Brother Xiao's legacy will never die! With you, the seeds of cultivation, there is no need to worry about not being able to make a comeback in the future. Haha, I will also sacrifice my life to accompany you to go crazy for a while."
Guo Yuquan was not really unsure about this, but he put aside his worries, fears, hesitations, calculations and his life. After saying this, he felt like an old man who was young and wild, and it seemed that there were fewer heavy burdens in his heart, which made him feel relaxed and lively, as if a thick layer of dust had been wiped off, and he was extremely clear.
For so many years, he had racked his brains for the second heavenly tribulation, worried and frightened, thinking day and night, and he hadn't had this feeling for a long time. The last time was when he stepped into the mysterious gate of life and death.
"Perhaps, I have been on the wrong path for more than a thousand years?" Guo Yuquan laughed and realized, "No wonder Brother Xiao, who looks down on the world, can survive two heavenly tribulations in a thousand years."
With a clear mind, lively and agile, Guo Yuquan suddenly found the faint imprint and laughed, "It turns out that you are not as strong as I thought! You are not so in control of everything!"
Then he laughed and said to Xiao Jing and dozens of other younger monks, "When Brother Xiao left, he was afraid that someone would come to the capital to make trouble, so he specially exchanged for a set of Buddhist formations. Although it is not a complete immortal formation, it has a powerful Vajra God Pestle to suppress the formation eye, which is enough to stop the second tribulation monk. Even Brother Xiao himself would find it difficult to break it."
Although they believed that they would die, they were inevitably happy to have a formation to rely on. In this way, the hope of stopping it increased greatly.
Of course, the fact that the ancestor was difficult to break did not mean that the real person who killed him with one sword was also difficult to break. However, for these determined monks, there was no need to think about this problem.
Guo Yuquan led the way, and they walked out of the hall with firm steps, looking sad but firm. With every step, it seemed that a strong momentum was gathering.
There were dozens of monks outside the hall, also with different cultivation levels, both men and women.
Xiao Jing saw a bright woman with a round face and big eyes, and said with a little surprise: "Ya'er, didn't you leave with your family?"
"Everyone else has left, but I can't let you go, a fool." The girl Ya'er pouted and smiled sadly.
Xiao Jing didn't say much, took her hand, smiled at each other, and everything was self-evident.
Another young boy, however, saw a middle-aged couple waiting there. His eyes were red, and he buried his head with tears dripping, and then the three of them walked side by side.
From the side hall to the main hall, from the palace to the center of the formation, this team actually gathered hundreds of people one after another, all dressed in mourning clothes, white clothes like snow, mournful and resolute, with amazing momentum.
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Two days later, the bright yellow sandalwood sedan chair appeared outside the capital at a slow but actually fast speed.
There are not only the five disciples of Gu Canghai and Wei Peining around the bright yellow sandalwood sedan chair.
These days, as the news that Xiao Chuhe was killed by the Taoist master in the mysterious bright yellow sedan chair spread, the world was shocked.
Many Taoist monks who had been hiding came after hearing the news, followed the bright yellow sandalwood sedan chair, and followed its tail. Now there are hundreds of them, not counting those who have not arrived yet.
Although the monks around the bright yellow sedan chair did not talk to them in the past two days, the monks following behind were silent with joy and excitement.
At a glance, the huge capital city, shrouded in a layer of golden light, was empty, with only a few hundred people.
They all wore plain mourning clothes, and their faces were sad, but they were sad but not chaotic, sad but not afraid. It seemed that there was a strong, sad, resolute, and united momentum filling the entire capital, dispelling the sense of emptiness.
Guo Yuquan stood in the air of the capital city with disheveled hair and plain clothes fluttering, looking at the bright yellow sandalwood sedan chair from afar without fear.
The bright yellow sandalwood sedan chair was still as before, silently, slowly but unstoppably flying towards the capital city.