Chapter 159 Trapped Dragon
Wang Dao only heard a clang in his heart, as if something was broken.
It was the sound of shattered hope.
No matter how strong a martial arts master is, he has a limit after all, and this limit is lifespan.
During the Wei and Jin Dynasties, the Demon Sect and the Demon Emperor conquered the world, but eventually they died, and their descendants were liquidated after their death.
It was precisely when Wang Dao saw this that he knew that showing off his power would not last long, so he turned to Buddhism wholeheartedly. Only the two sects working together in the same boat can last forever.
Now that a god comes out, isn't his idea wrong?
Xu Xuan came here in person, it must be to show off his power, there is no way he could deceive a blind and useless person like himself.
"One hundred and thirty-one years old...are you really a god?" Wang Dao said with a bitter smile.
"He's not a god, he's just a seeker. You'd better pray that Tang Ming keeps hiding, otherwise there will be surprises, haha."
"Wang Dao, if we don't kill you, of course we won't let you go and let you see how your ministers are destroyed and disappear." Lu Jing said.
"No need, I've seen it now." Wang Dao showed a strange smile, the look in his eyes dimmed like an extinguished candle, and then his head tilted and his breath disappeared.
"Dead?" Lu Jing looked at Xu Xuan, a little surprised. He thought it was Zhenjun who had cast some secret curse.
"It's not me. This person only lives by one breath. Now that his hope is shattered, he naturally has no motivation to live."
Unexpectedly, Wang Dao was still dead.
The idea of the royal way cannot be said to be completely wrong, but it is too extreme. All the benefits lie with the aristocratic family. Even if the people want to live a better life, they still count on the aristocratic family's charity.
This is not good. After all, the first generation may still have some conscience, but the subsequent generations will be different.
The descendants of the aristocratic family are constantly increasing. If they want to maintain their luxurious expenses, they will inevitably need huge land, which will occupy a lot of resources.
"Come on, I'm leaving."
In the evening, on a starry night, a white horse gallops towards Lingnan.
There is a Grand Master sitting in Lingnan, and he may be the strongest Grand Master in the world.
Five years ago, the Lingnan Song family did not choose to be tough. Instead, they joined the Taoist sect, disbanded the huge family, and divided the land among the slaves and common people. Because the Taoist sect did not make money from the shop, their lives were not that difficult.
But things are different now.
As the Taoist sect gradually takes over Lingnan, the blood debts of the past begin to be settled one by one.
This group of people who had surrendered peacefully could not sit still and began to have thoughts of resistance. They could not accept being manipulated by others, let alone sacrifice their lives for mere civilians.
Although the leaders of Daomen Lingnan promised not to be implicated and only to blame the culprit, even so, they could not accept this condition.
Lingnan County.
The most extensive and prosperous mansion is brightly lit.
The meeting hall was crowded with people at this time.
There were a lot of people, some sitting, some standing, some wearing the same clothes, some wearing everything.
All the leaders of Lingnan Three Fists and Six Sects gathered.
The main seat was empty, and suddenly a man slowly walked out.
This person looks like a middle-aged man, with skin as white as jade, snow-white hair hanging down from his temples, and other black hair. He is dressed in white, elegant and elegant.
At first glance, he doesn't look like a famous martial arts master, but like a teacher.
The moment this person came out, the scene fell silent.
Wow…
Everyone stood up and bowed.
"Meet Master Song!"
This is Song Lin, the leader of the Lingnan martial arts world and known as the best swordsman in the world.
"Sit down, everyone, sit down." Song Lin waved his hand, gesturing for everyone to excuse themselves.
As soon as he sat down, a thin man in green couldn't help but asked: "Master Song, the Taoist sect has gone too far to bully others, why don't we rebel?"
This is the leader of the White Crane Fist Sect.
"Yes! As long as you give the order, we will definitely respond and take down the damn Taoist sect." The leader of the Bagua Sect agreed.
"Isn't it easier to separate one's own country than to live under someone else's fence?"
Sects and aristocratic families are inseparable. Some people make fortunes by practicing martial arts and occupy large amounts of land.
The land distribution was already enough tolerance, but the Taoist sect still wanted to liquidate their people. How could this be tolerated?
"Ahem..." Song Lin coughed, and everyone immediately stopped shouting, "Rebellion? Are you a vanguard? Are you better than Wang Dao? Better than Tang Ming?"
This sentence made everyone dare not agree.
This time I came here and said that I wanted Song Lin to administer justice, but in fact I just wanted to let Song Lin stand in the front.
At this time, another person said: "Wangdao and the others are fighting for hegemony in the world. If we just want to keep our territory or strive for more autonomy, there is still hope; Daomen will not risk heavy casualties to fight with us. , after all, we are not a rebel.”
Their appeal is very simple. They just want to protect the interests of the family. It would be best if the fields were cancelled.
As for who rules them, it actually doesn't matter. Lingnan has never had the capital to compete for hegemony.
This man's words silenced Song Lin.
Why didn't he want to protect the interests of the Song family?
The Song family has a great business, and they are the ones who have suffered the most serious loss of interests.
"Let's negotiate first. Each side will make concessions." Song Lin said to everyone.
Although everyone was dissatisfied, they did not dare to say it directly to their faces.
If the negotiation can be won, that would be the best.
Soon, everyone dispersed.
Only Song Lin was left alone.
Song Lin looked toward the northwest with deep eyes.
"Xu Xuan..."
Xu Xuan is undoubtedly the most mysterious and feared top master.
There is no need to show up, his record alone is enough to make people frightened.
Lingnan surrendered without a fight, mainly because of Xu Xuan's reputation.
Now, as time goes by, Song Lin is inspired by Xu Xuan, and he also concentrates on studying sword skills, and his strength has improved to a higher level.
He wanted to spar with Xu Xuan.
I don't know if Xu Xuan is really a god, but Song Lin is still looking forward to the meeting between the two.
No matter how powerful Xu Xuan is, he must challenge him.
Grandmaster is the limit of the human body, and rising to Grandmaster means there is no way forward.
Now that such an extremely powerful master appeared, he was very excited. Perhaps with the help of the battle with Xu Xuan, he could reach a new level.
Thinking of this, Song Lin's hands felt itchy and he made a move in vain.
Buzz!
The sword came through the air like a spirit.
The light of the sword danced indoors to the courtyard, and no one was seen. Only snow-white horses appeared and disappeared one after another, with a gorgeous and dangerous beauty.
Song Lin thought he could suppress everything and solve it at the negotiation table, but he underestimated the ability of some people to overcome the fire.
Interests move people's hearts, and it is impossible for people to give up their own interests for no reason.
In the county seat below, this is the headquarters of the Daomen Lingnan leader.
At this time, fire and the sound of slashing came from the dark night.
“What a courageous dog!!”
A middle-aged man wearing a silver Taoist robe flew over, with dense veins on his forehead and a thick layer of dragon scales appearing on his body.
This is a dragon bloodline monk from the Taoist sect.
A group of men in black were fighting with Taoist disciples. There were many corpses of disciples lying on the ground. It seemed that these people were attacked by men in black.
With the joining of the middle-aged men, all the men in black were quickly killed. They could not resist the invulnerable and powerful dragon monks.
If Xu Xuan were here, he would definitely recognize this guy as Zhu Yuan.
Sun Simiao's medical skills were so superb that he repaired Zhu Yuan's Dantian and restored at least 60% of his power.
Everyone lifted up the mask of the man in black.
"It seems to be a disciple of the White Crane Clan." Someone said beside him.
Under the night, the firelight flickered, and Zhu Yuan's face was uncertain.
"Okay, if you dare to kill our people and drink wine as a penalty, don't blame me for being rude."
Zhu Yuan said coldly that the temperament of the first leader of the Demon Sect seemed to be back. What was different from before was that he could control his emotions.
Tonight, soldiers were out overnight.
Flatten the White Crane Gate.
This battle completely aroused conflicts between the two sides.
In the Song family, Song Lin was furious and smashed the table with his palm.
boom!
"Who did it?"
This time the conflict between the two sides is irreconcilable.
Song Lin looked around. There were members of the Song family and outsiders. These people must have evil spirits inside. They joined forces to fight against each other, causing the two sides to confront each other.
"Master, let's start the war! In our home court, there is no need to be afraid of Xu Xuan! He will never come back."
"Yes, don't use the banner of rebellion, just force them to bow their heads! Even the gods can't do anything to us in Lingnan."
"What about the Heavenly Soldiers of the Qin Dynasty? The Qin Dynasty is dead! They are just a bunch of pretenders!"
The county town was filled with people from aristocratic families and sects.
War is about to break out.
At the same time, Xu Xuan galloped on the official road on a white horse.
"There is a trapped dragon in Lingnan. Because the python did not come out of the cave when it transformed into a dragon, the dragon's body was trapped in the cave, so it is called a trapped dragon. When a creature passes by the cave, it will be sucked in. There are often the sounds of cows in the cave."
Xu Xuan flipped through the map.
Soon we arrived in front of the headquarters city gate.
At this time, the Dao Gate was also covered with war clouds, the city gate was closed, and there were no pedestrians.
"Zhenjun? Why are you here?" A voice of surprise came from the city wall, and then a man jumped down.