Record of Extinction Destiny Chapter 81: Mourning Qi, the capital’s chief minister is exhausted
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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 50% larger than what Shi Xuan expected to land. There were more than twice as many murderous intentions. If he hadn't been able to collect them all in a matter of seconds, 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 mood, confidence, and tone of the martial arts monks are 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, keeping it at the slow speed before flying towards the capital. Ji Ming, Lu Yao, Chang Ya and other disciples were all around them. With his head held high and his chest high, confident and imposing, the Taoist fortunes scattered in all directions continued to gather together.
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 had expressions of confusion and fear, as if their minds had been taken away, until they saw the bright yellow, It seemed that the high and unstoppable chariot was flying towards them, and they finally came to their senses.
I don’t know who started it. They suddenly dispersed like birds and beasts, turning into various forms of light and fleeing. Some went east, some went west, but most of them were returning to the capital, but I can’t think with my toes. Knowing that, he must have gone back to hook up with Xiruan, took his family and disciples and fled to a remote province.
Guo Yuquan looked at this scene disheartenedly, 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 was blocking them. If they can't stop the opponent's sword, why should these martial saints and masters do such a fatal thing?
Even if many of them are of royal blood, they can still keep 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 descendants, there are a few with pretty good qualifications and talents. It's better to take them away and cultivate them carefully for the future." Guo Yuquan and Xiao Chuhe have been friends for many years. We have always known each other, and even received Xiao Chuhe's life-saving grace several times. I originally thought that even if I die, I will fight hard to repay the 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 unable to escape the fate of one sword. It was better to keep his useful body and retain the fire of hope.
Thinking of this, Guo Yuquan began to fear that the real person in the chariot would kill himself, the last earthly immortal, to eradicate the roots, so he quickly transformed into a star to escape the light, and rushed towards the capital, as long as he could escape from the chariot. Within the scope of the real person's consciousness, with his level of cultivation as a calamity earth immortal, if he can't defeat him, why can't he avoid it?
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. I don’t know if the real person in the chariot was too arrogant or confident. As long as he didn’t stand in front of his chariot, he actually didn’t care. Take action!
In the bright yellow agarwood chariot, Shi Xuan watched Guo Yuquan fleeing indifferently. If it weren't for maintaining a strong and mysterious image to shock the world, so as to gather the confidence of the Taoist sect, he would definitely be the one who could eliminate future troubles on the spot. Did it on the spot.
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 leave, the martial arts monks who were watching from a distance dispersed in despair. After a short period of precipitation, the collapse-like venting had stopped, but it still could not be restored in their hearts. For those who have confidence in martial arts, they only feel that the road ahead is dark and confusing. This kind of psychological trauma is difficult to recover from. 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 did not intend to follow it any longer, since no one could stop it anyway.
In this deserted situation, the bright yellow agarwood chariot flew slowly and silently towards the capital.
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The capital is 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 upright, 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'm afraid there will be no one from now on. If I dare to stand in front of that demonic chariot, even if I am a mantis, I must let 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, some old and young, male and female, martial saints and humble monks. They were all sad and sad, but they did not appear to be broken or confused in their actions, appearance, but with a sense of sadness. The meaning of seeing death as home, sad and decisive, and sharing the same hatred with the enemy is very similar to Xiao Jing.
"Ancestor Guo, we are not leaving either!" They all said in unison, 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 will give up my life to go crazy with you."
Guo Yuquan was not really unsure about this, but he put aside his worries, fears, hesitations, calculations and lives. After saying these words, he felt like an old man going crazy as a teenager, and it seemed that he was going crazy in his heart. Without many heavy packages, it looks relaxed and lively, and it seems as if a thick layer of dust has 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 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 Brother Xiao, a man who looks down on the world, can only survive a thousand years." Overcame two catastrophes in a row within the year."
With a state of mind as clear as water, lively and agile, Guo Yuquan suddenly discovered the faint imprint, and immediately laughed and said: "It turns out 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 was powerful. The Vajra Suppression 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, and these monks were inevitably a little happy. In this case, the hope of blocking it would greatly increase.
Of course, the ancestor is difficult to break, which does not mean that the real person who killed him with one sword is also difficult to break, but for these determined monks, there is no need to think about this problem.
Guo Yuquan took the lead. They walked out of the hall firmly, with sad but determined expressions. With every step they took, there seemed to be a powerful 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, you fool." The girl Ya'er pouted her little mouth and said with a sad smile.
Xiao Jing said nothing, took her hand, looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing.
Another young boy 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 amazing.
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Two days later, the bright yellow agarwood chariot appeared outside the capital 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. There are now 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 looked sad, but sad but not confused, 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.