Chapter 445: The mourning of the capital master
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 great. Even if all the means and trump cards were exhausted, he would still be punished 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 roots. So he quickly turned 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 shadow trauma in my mind. Of course, there must be a few monks who are as firm as a rock and are unwavering in the path 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 45% 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 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?"
"As long as you have a clear conscience." Xiao Jing answered without hesitation.
"Okay." Guo Yuquan finally said the good word.
At this time, dozens of monks rushed in from outside the hall, including old and young, male and female, martial saints and humble monks. They were all sad and sorrowful, but their behavior and appearance did not show signs of collapse and confusion. Instead, they looked at death with a sad and sad expression. The symbol of determination and sharing the same hatred with the enemy is very similar to Xiao Jing.
"Ancestor Guo, we're not leaving either!" They all said together, their voices not loud, containing sadness, but extremely firm.
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
"Even if I die, I will have no regrets!" The voice was steady and firm.
Seeing this, Guo Yuquan laughed loudly: "Haha, good! Good! Good! My martial arts will never end! Brother Xiao's mantle will never end! With the cultivation seeds like you here, why worry about not being able to make a comeback in the future. Haha, I have to give up. I'll take this life and go crazy with you."
Guo Yuquan was not really unsure about this, but he put aside his worries, fears, hesitations, calculations and life. After saying these words, he felt like an old man going crazy as a teenager, and there seemed to be a lot less in his heart. The heavy package seemed relaxed and lively, and it seemed as if a thick layer of dust had been wiped away, making it extremely clear.
For so many years, he had racked his brains, feared, and thought day and night about the second heavenly catastrophe. He had never felt like this for a long time. The last time he was at the threshold of life and death.
"Perhaps, I have been on the wrong path for more than a thousand years?" Guo Yuquan came to this realization while laughing, "No wonder a man like Brother Xiao, who looks down on the world, can continue to connect within a thousand years. Overcome two catastrophes."
With his mind as clear as water, lively and agile, Guo Yuquan suddenly discovered the faint brand, and immediately laughed and said: "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 people would come to the capital to cause trouble, so he specially exchanged a set of Buddhist formations. Although it was not a complete immortal formation, it had a powerful Vajra God's Pestle. The Suppressive Formation Eye is enough to block the Second Tribulation cultivator, even Brother Xiao himself would have a hard time breaking it."
Although they had the belief that they would die, there was a formation to rely on, so these monks were inevitably a little happy. In this case, the hope of blocking them would greatly increase.
Of course, the ancestor was difficult to break, which does not mean that the real person who killed him with one sword was also difficult to break, but for these determined monks, there is no need to think about this issue at all.
Guo Yuquan took the lead. They walked out of the hall with firm steps, looking sad but determined. With every step they took, there seemed to be a strong momentum gathering.
There are dozens of monks outside the hall, also with different cultivation levels, both male and female.
Xiao Jing saw a beautiful woman with a round face and big eyes, and said slightly surprised: "Ya'er, didn't you leave with your family?"
"Everyone else has left, but I can't worry about you fool." The girl Ya'er pouted and smiled sadly.
Xiao Jing said nothing, took her hand, looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing.
Another young man, who was not very young, saw a middle-aged couple waiting there. His eyes were red, and he buried his head in tears, 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. They were all dressed in mourning clothes, white as snow, sad and decisive, and their momentum was astonishing.
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Two days later, the bright yellow agarwood chariot appeared outside the capital seemingly slowly but really quickly.
There are now more than just the five disciples of Gu Canghai and Wei Peining around the Minghuang Agarwood Chariot.
These days, as the news spread that Xiao Chuhe was killed by a sword from the mysterious Taoist Master in the Minghuang Chariot, the world was shocked.
Many Taoist monks who were hiding came after hearing the news, followed the bright yellow agarwood chariot, and attached themselves to its tail. Now there are hundreds of them, not counting those who have not yet arrived.
Although the monks around the bright yellow chariot had not spoken to them in the past two days, the monks following behind were silent with joy and excitement.
At a glance, the huge capital shrouded in a layer of golden light was empty, save for a few hundred people.
They all wore plain mourning clothes, and all of them had sad faces, but they were sad but not confused, and sad but not afraid. It seemed that a powerful, sad, determined, and common hatred aura filled the entire capital, dissipating the feeling of emptiness.
Guo Yuquan, with disheveled hair and fluttering plain clothes, stood in mid-air in the capital, looking at the bright yellow agarwood chariot from a distance without fear.
The bright yellow agarwood chariot flew towards the capital silently, slowly but unstoppably as before.