Chapter 265
The bloody sword light was like the rising sun, or like a rainbow penetrating the sun. For a moment, it seemed as if the dark night was all bright.
This is the refining sword art that Sword Banishing Immortal relies on to become famous. Only with the belief that we are invincible and move forward indomitably can we show the most dazzling edge.
"Well done!" Yan Shenji shouted, his eyes widening:
"For a person like you, you should be allowed to use my proud skills to conquer all the invincible opponents in the world, and send you on your way with great success."
"Four-pole Opening Heaven Sword!"
Naturally, the Changshengquan is not the only one with ultra-limited martial arts. Yanshenji's Ripple Wave Strength can only be practiced up to Three Waves, but he still has his own Huangji True Kung Fu.
Yan Shenji stepped on his feet and raised the sword suddenly. The black-yellow energy that surged like the sea entangled the sword like a dragon and flew away through the air.
Amidst the loud noise, the roof of the Jinluan Palace collapsed and shattered, and the torrent of air overturned the glazed tiles and flew into the sky.
High in the sky above.
Tao Qing, who was watching the battle indifferently, suddenly frowned. He stretched out his hand, and a paper figure floated out from his sleeves, transforming into his appearance and standing in the sky.
The next moment, Elder Qingyi turned into a rainbow light and shot away into the sky.
The fight between these two mortal warriors really surprised him. Although the distance between the internal energy and the external force was very short and the impact was not wide, it could not threaten him far above the sky.
But he has not forgotten that Yan Shenji also has a human king sword in his hand that can consume the fortune of the country and forcibly deprive the immortal monks of their ability to control the air.
In other words...the Flame God Machine holding the Human King Sword has already made Elder Qingyi feel a bit threatened. How can he still behave like before, standing high and watching the fire from the other side?
Elder Qingyi, as the Yuanying Elder, ran away. Although other Jindan and Foundation Establishment monks were not sure what happened, they followed suit and left one after another.
In the sky above the palace, there were only a few pieces of paper left, and the Taoist people were still there, and it felt a little deserted for a while.
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In the Jinluan Palace.
Yan Shenji looked down and saw that his hands were shattered and his flesh and blood were all blurred.
He slowly put away the Human King Sword, raised his head and looked at the night sky through the hole on the roof of the palace.
At this time, the billowing gray clouds in the night sky had dispersed a lot, and the faint moonlight penetrated through the clouds and fell directly on the body of Qiao Shuangtuo in the Jinluan Palace.
The corpse was still standing upright, but it was completely silent.
"The second immortal in the world was finally killed by me." Yan Shenji's eyes were dark.
As people get older, they will always be sentimental and prone to other kinds of distracting thoughts.
He had lived for too long, constantly watching Pao Ze, who had conquered the world with him in the past, die of old age, and the beauty in his arms also died of old age. In the end, even his own princes also died, leaving him alone on the road to immortality.
Qiao Shuanghuan was the second immortal he had seen in the past three hundred years. He and he should have been born in the same era, but they had different positions, and they were destined to die and live.
It's just that now Qiao Shuanghuan is also dead, and there is no other immortal in the world.
After all, he is the only one who has the path to immortality in this mortal world.
As for the cultivators?
There is a difference between immortals and mortals. Immortal cultivators do not regard mortals as the same kind. Naturally, Yan Shenji will not regard aliens who can live forever as compatriots.
A sudden cry interrupted Yanshenji's brief absence.
"Ancestor..." At this time, a slightly frightened voice came from the distance of the hall, and the voice echoed in the empty hall.
The person calling him was none other than Emperor Yonghe.
At this moment, Emperor Yonghe had been held down by Hai Siyuan with a knife on his neck, and he had successfully broken through the Feiyu Guards' defense line.
Although Qiao Mu had died in the battle, the little time he finally bought in front of the Flame God Machine allowed the veterans to succeed.
But at this moment, there was not much excitement on Hai Siyuan's face, only a faint sense of confusion and emptiness.
Another member of the Qiao family died in front of them.
It was Qiao Shuangnuo who made them want to kidnap the emperor. Now that Qiao Shuangnuo is dead, even though the emperor is in his hands, his success will eventually fail.
Yanshenji turned to look at Emperor Yonghe, who saw Hai Siyuan holding a knife beside him.
The certainty of killing Hai Siyuan and others was 100%. Once Qiao Shuanghuan died, no one in the palace could compete with him.
But with his strength, he was only 50 to 60 percent sure that he could control Hai Siyuan and others from such a distance without hurting Emperor Yonghe.
But when he raised his sword and was about to strike out, he hesitated in his heart.
He used his super-limited martial arts skills to take over Qiao Shuangqi's sky-cutting sword-drawing technique.
But he didn't catch the questions Qiao Shuanghuo asked before he died.
In the past, when he was in his prime, he also secretly broke into the palace with a sword to assassinate him, but he was not alone, and there were many people with lofty ideals behind him.
Some of those patriots died in the palace, while others followed him all the way to the end of the journey, were granted kingships and nobility, and then turned into a handful of loess.
This situation made him feel a little dazed, as if he was dreaming back to that time...
"In the past, Sergeant Dayan who guarded the border brought up a knife to assassinate the emperor... The rotten atmosphere in the last years of the dynasty was so strong."
Qiao Shuangtuo is dead.
But his death gave Yan Shenji an undue hesitation in his heart.
All the cherishment of talents and all the intolerance are just the elders seeing their own shadow in the descendants.
And it's the same today.
The assassin with the sword, the blood-stained palace, and the aloof emperor all reappeared just like they did three hundred years ago.
"Think about it carefully. All choices come with a price." Yanshenji did not take action after all, but said:
"Choose to raise the sword and take two steps with blood, and the world will be in peace. And I will support a new king... The price of regicide is all of your lives."
"Choose to put down the knife, leave with Qiao Shuangmao's body and bury it properly. I will clear your name and keep you safe."
Yanshenji handed the choice back to Hai Siyuan.
Hai Siyuan was slightly silent.
The rest of the veterans also looked at him. At this moment, it was just a simple exchange of eyes, and they already understood each other's thoughts.
Qiao Shuanghuan was dead, and the motive that supported them in holding the emperor hostage was gone.
Then, whether to kidnap the emperor or assassinate him, it was up to them.
"Your Majesty. I have a few questions." Hai Siyuan suddenly said:
"I'm just a veteran. I don't understand many twists and turns. I just hope that Your Majesty can help me clear up my doubts today."
"If this confusion can be solved, it is not impossible for me to catch him without any help."
Emperor Yonghe did not respond immediately, but looked at Yanshenji, who nodded slightly:
"He would answer truthfully."
These words made Emperor Yonghe's heart skip a beat, and he was keenly aware that there seemed to be a slight change in the attitude of the ancestor Yan Shenji?
"Your Majesty." Hai Siyuan asked:
"I have been a soldier of the Great Yan all my life. I have defended the isolated city for forty years without retreating and not giving up an inch of ground. In this life, I will be worthy of the Great Yan and live up to the emperor's favor."
"In the past, Qiao Shui and I once entered this Jinluan Palace and asked His Majesty if he felt guilty... At that time, His Majesty replied that he felt guilty."
"Today I would like to ask, if Your Majesty, like the Qiao family, had known about the isolated city in the desert in advance, would he have sent reinforcements to try to rescue the soldiers and civilians who had been trapped in the desert for forty years?"
Hai Siyuan's voice echoed in the Jinluan Palace for a long time.
Emperor Yonghe frowned, looked at the Yanshenji in the distance, pondered for a moment, and then spoke:
"Although I have a guilty conscience, I will not send reinforcements."
Hai Siyuan's hand holding the handle of the knife pressed down slightly, and the blade cut the skin of Emperor Yonghe's neck, and a little blood seeped out.
Emperor Yonghe's voice was a little more urgent:
"The enemy is strong and we are weak. If I send reinforcements and start a dispute with the Immortal Sect, how many lives will be lost?"
"For the sake of the overall situation and the livelihood of everyone in the world, I will not send reinforcements. Although I feel guilty, the sacrifice of the soldiers and civilians in the desert is a necessary one."
Hai Siyuan was silent, and the other three hundred soldiers looked at him slightly coldly.
These soldiers who have been guarding the city for forty years are not afraid of sacrifice, they just want to see why they are sacrificed.
No one is willing to be a victim of the overall situation stated by Emperor Yonghe... But the gap between immortals and mortals is huge. Although Emperor Yonghe's statement is chilling, it can be regarded as a reason.
Hai Siyuan asked again: "Since your Majesty is so far-sighted, what has your Majesty done over the years?"
Emperor Yonghe was speechless for a moment. After thinking carefully, he said:
"In the past forty years of the Alien War, I have been working hard every day to preserve the survival of the dynasty, measure our dynasty's material resources, walk on thin ice with the nine immortal sects, and work hard to maintain the fragile peace for forty years."
Hai Siyuan took two deep breaths, calmed down a little, and asked again:
"Your Majesty is really far-sighted and ambitious. I just want to ask one more question..."
"In addition to maintaining the relationship between immortals and mortals, does your Majesty have any other options for counterattack?"
When he said this, Emperor Yonghe's chest straightened slightly:
"A human-king sword that manifests the destiny of a dynasty, making the immortal sect fearful."
"Secretly support the immortal ancestors of the royal family for the future."
Yan Shen Ji narrowed his eyes slightly.
He himself knew very well that in fact, both the Human King Sword and Great Yan Taizu were beyond the expectations of Emperor Yonghe and were unplanned variables.
When Yan Shenji heard this, he roughly understood in his heart that as a descendant of his own, there was actually no good way to do it. He could only use a dragging trick to try to maintain the existence of the Great Yan Dynasty, hoping that future emperors would be able to turn defeat into victory. Law.
Hai Siyuan breathed slightly and said quietly:
"In the past forty years, thanks to the forty years of peace maintained by Your Majesty, taxes have been increasing in various parts of the Kyushu. If Your Majesty is really planning for the world, why have you suffered so much for the people?"
Although he has only been out of the desert for a few months, he has eyes and can naturally see what the current situation of Zhongzhou and Dayan is like.
Emperor Yonghe said: "Of course I know that taxes have become heavier in recent years and the people's lives are difficult, but do I have any other choice? I will become an enemy of the Immortal Sect before I have the opportunity to become an enemy of the Immortal Sect. It is a disaster, and the land of Kyushu is destroyed.”
"I can only suffer the common people first... I will bear the responsibility for the infamy given to me by the common people." Emperor Yonghe said in a deep voice:
"When the world is reversed thousands of years later, future generations will naturally comment on my merits and demerits."
Hai Siyuan shook the sword in his hand, feeling a little distracted.
By this point in the question, he had already understood it.
He felt a chill in his teeth and said calmly:
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for clearing up my confusion, allowing me, a veteran who only knows how to fight on the battlefield, to clear up my confusion."
"In short, all the sacrifices His Majesty makes at the moment are for the sake of the overall situation. They are necessary sacrifices and will benefit the future."
"And His Majesty's merits and demerits cannot be determined until future generations sound the clarion call for counterattack thousands of years later?"
The mistakes Emperor Yonghe made now cannot be called mistakes, but necessary sacrifices under the overall situation.
People cannot judge him now, they have to look at it thousands of years from now.
In Emperor Yonghe's mind, he had a self-justifying and logically consistent explanation that supported him to this point.
He really wasn't lying.
He really felt that he was not wrong.
The more the veterans were disappointed with him, and the more the people insulted him, the more Emperor Yonghe became narcissistic, because after all, he dared to bear the infamy.
Everything is part of the plan.
Hai Siyuan only felt at a loss at this moment. He now began to wonder whether if he stabbed the emperor to death now, he would still feel that he was not wrong and would still be immersed in his own self-consistent theory.
If this were the case, wouldn't it be an advantage for him if he stabbed Emperor Yonghe to death?
As a battlefield veteran who had been fighting for half his life, Hai Siyuan didn't know how to deal with the Yonghe Emperor in front of him. He just felt that he was invulnerable, which made him feel that his strength was nowhere to be used, so he punched the cotton with all his strength.
At this time, another old voice sounded from the Jinluan Palace.
It is a boundless sea.
"Your Majesty, I have something to say." Hai Wuya opened his cloudy old eyes and looked directly at the king:
"If your Majesty is really willing to bear the infamy of Hun Jun, if your Majesty's actions are really for the sake of the overall situation..."
"Today's Great Yan Dynasty has reached a precarious moment."