Chapter 882

White clouds drifted in the sky, and the sun shone brightly.

The sparkling sea had returned to its calm state. Broken logs and masts floated along with the waves.

Tharlen Agu stood high in the sky, looking down at the land he had lived on for so long. It had been razed to the ground. The mountains had collapsed, and the city walls had been flattened.

He had only seen such a scene when Confucian Sages sealed the Sorcerer God.

At that time, everything within a thousand miles had been turned into a wasteland. For the next three hundred years, no living creatures could be seen. It was only when the power of the two supreme beings dissipated that Jing Shan City was rebuilt to its current scale.

Now, it was repeating the same mistake, and history was repeating itself.

But this time, it was not Confucian Sages's true form. The Sorcerer God was not at his peak either. There were not many survivors, but there were still quite a few.

They were scattered in the distance, watching, meditating, or bandaging their wounds. No one dared to come back to investigate.

The army of Daibun had retreated.

Tharlen Agu looked at the altar, and his figure suddenly disappeared. The next moment, he appeared on the altar, in front of the green robe.

Empress Joan of Arc, Ilb, and the Uda Pagoda landed next to the Great Wizard.

At this time, standing in front of them was a broken human figure. His body was horribly cracked, and not a single part was intact.

His right arm, which had once held the carving knife, had lost its flesh and blood, revealing the bloody bones.

The green clothes were ragged. The clothes were like the person, and the person was like the clothes.

From now on, there was no War God in Daibun.

The Confucian crown and the carving knife had left not long ago, returning to the Central Plains.

Tharlen Agu said in a low voice, "The Central Plains has had many heroes in the past thousand years. You, Wei Yuan, are one of them."

"Damn it, damn it, damn it …"

Ilb's face was twisted, and he said in exasperation:

"How could he summon Confucian Sages? He is a Warrior, how could he summon Confucian Sages? The Sorcerer God had been accumulating power for more than a thousand years, and finally managed to break free from the seal, but it was all destroyed by this thief.

"I will lead the army to massacre Daibun, and slaughter all the way to the capital."

"You look like the vulgar Warrior now," Empress Joan of Arc said mockingly.

Every demonized Taoist priest was proficient in provoking others.

Empress Jeanne stood with her hands clasped behind her back. Her Immortal Golden Body shone brilliantly as the golden and black lights intertwined.

"The Sorcerer God is sealed and Wei Yuan is dead. Although the situation is terrible, we have not lost this battle. The situation is terrible, but we have not lost yet.

Tharlen Agu smiled and said, "Then let me congratulate Your Majesty in advance for living a long life and overlooking the Central Plains."

Empress Zan.

Salen Agu continued, "Wu Da Pagoda, spread the news of Wei Yuan's death throughout the northeast. Get Yan Kang and Yan Kang Kingdoms to gather manpower to rebuild Jing Mountain City. Get Jing Kingdom to withdraw their troops. "Mu Mu Mu said., Mu Mu., Mu Mu Mu Wmu.

"Mu Mu Mu Mu Wizards Mu., and …"

It would be, and mu, and, and he. This would be. and. mu God. Mu Mu mu., and and, and, and rored.... and.

This would be the most humiliating day in the history of the Witchcraft Cult.

Holy.

In the wilderness, far from Mount Jing.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Nangong Qianrou's howl reverberated through the horizon, and her voice was filled with sorrow and despair mixed with bone-deep hatred.

"The Sorcerer God …"

He knelt on the ground and pounded the ground with his fists. He vented for a quarter of an hour.

The white-clothed Warlock walked in front of her and handed her a brocade pouch. Nangong Qianrou, whose face was full of tears, raised her head and looked at him in a daze.

Second Brother Sun Xuanji said, "Wei …"

After saying only one word, Nangong Qianrou frantically snatched the brocade pouch and opened it. There was a slip of paper inside.

Nangong Qianrou opened the note. After reading it, tears once again flowed out of his eyes. After a long time, he restrained all his emotions and looked in the direction of Mount Jing.

"Foster Father, I will continue to play the chess piece that you did not finish."

"For the rest of my life, I will come back here one day. I will trample on every inch of the land of the Sorcerer God. I will crush the backbone of the Sorcerer God. I will scorch the land."

Sun Xuanji raised his hand and wiped it gently. He erased the existence of this heavy cavalry so that no one in the world would remember them.

…

In the Yunlu Academy.

In the bamboo house in the bamboo forest of the back mountain.

Zhao Shou sat in the hall, motionless like a statue.

He had been in this position for more than a month. The table in front of him was covered with a thin layer of dust.

Suddenly, Zhao Shou moved and turned his head to look out the window.

Outside the open window, the sky was blue and the mountains were endless. Two beams of clear light flew over thousands of mountains and rivers, like shooting stars cutting through the sky, lightly landing on the table in front of Zhao Shou.

Dean Zhao Shou felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders. He slowly got up, dusted himself off, and bowed.

No one knew whether he was bowing to the two sacred relics or the black robe.

…

In the Imperial Palace.

The Yuanjing Emperor, who was sitting cross-legged on the cattail hassock, slowly opened his eyes.

He was silent for a moment, and then revealed a smile that seemed excited, pleased, and wild.

Emperor Yuan Jing walked up to the attic and looked at the layers of red walls and the undulating golden tiles. He opened his arms, welcomed the wind, and said slowly, "I'm not afraid.

"My time has come."

…

On the Eight Trigrams Platform in the Stargazing Tower.

The Supervisor glanced at the Imperial Palace, smiled, and lowered his head to drink.

The human world was not worth it.

…

In the Xu Mansion, Xu Qi 'an felt a sharp pain in his heart.

"What's going on? Why does my heart hurt all of a sudden?"

He frowned and wanted to make fun of himself. For example, could a peak Rank-5 have a heart attack?

But for some reason, there was a sense of panic in his heart that could not be dispelled.

…

In the Northern Region.

In the camp of Daibun and the demon and barbarian coalition forces, Xu Xinnian sat at the table, staring at the map and thinking.

He was thinner and stronger. He was still handsome, but his skin was no longer fair. The sun outside the Great Wall deepened his skin color, and the wind and sand in the Northern Great Wall roughened his skin.

He was still that proud scholar, but he no longer showed off his talent. He was more calm and restrained.

The war made him grow up quickly. The girls in the Musical House made him become a man, but they could not make him mature.

It was the fallen comrades, the battles where he hovered on the edge of life and death, and the enemies he killed with his own hands that made him truly mature.

Chu Yuanzhen rushed into the tent and said with a smile, "Farewell, let me tell you a piece of exciting news."

Xu Erlang thought for a while and said, "The military camp did not send troops. It is not a victory. What is it?"

Chu Yuanzhen waved his fist and said excitedly, "The Jing Kingdom retreated."

…

Late at night.

The candlelight was like a bean. At the table, Xu Qi 'an held the fragment of the Book of the Earthly World and sent a message: [I explored the underground with the Royal Advisor today. The former Emperor did not come back. Logically, such a terrible person should not have left without a trace.]

[Two: Maybe he has replaced the Yuanjing Emperor and become the emperor in the palace. Oh, I forgot, he is the Yuanjing Emperor.]

Xu Qi 'an was very concerned about the disappearance of the former Emperor. A high-level master who had secretly cultivated for forty years disappeared without a trace after his hiding place was found.

This made Xu Qi 'an extremely anxious because the former Emperor was Yuan Jing, and Yuan Jing was the former Emperor, and he and Yuan Jing had a big grudge. In the same way, he and the former Emperor had a big grudge.

Now, a top master was lurking in the dark, and he could bite you at any time.

Who was not afraid?

Of course, he could also hope that Yuan Jing's loss of composure was all an act. The former Emperor was a peak master, and a master should have the bearing of a master. He would not care about an ant like him.

'Duke Huai was killed by Shen Shu. What does that have to do with me, Xu Qi' an? '

If it was another top master, Xu Qi 'an might have fantasized. However, the opponent was the former Emperor, and the former Emperor had been corrupted by the Earth Sect's Dao Head.

A peak master who was filled with malice and had a completely evil nature would definitely seek revenge for the smallest grievance.

[Four: Why don't we change our thinking? What cultivation system do you think Yuan Jing, ah no, the former Emperor followed?]

In the Earthly Book chat group, Chu Zhuangyuan, one of the wisest people, raised the question.

The former Emperor lost his virginity early, which was equivalent to cutting off his martial arts path. He followed Luo Yuheng and cultivated for twenty-one years. Without a doubt, he followed Renzong's path … Xu Qi 'an replied:

[Three: Renzong.]

[Four: This is what I thought. In that case, what are the disadvantages of Renzong's cultivation method? The former Emperor's rank was very high. Just like the Imperial Preceptor, he needed to use luck to suppress the Karmic Fire. In that case, he definitely wouldn't leave the capital.]

[One: No, you're wrong. The former Emperor is different from Luo Yuheng. Luo Yuheng needed the position of Imperial Preceptor to borrow luck. The former Emperor was the Emperor himself, so he carried luck.]

If not for Huaiqing, who was one of the wisest people, there would have been someone else.

"Ah, if that's the case, then it's fine …" Chu Yuanzhen muttered in his heart.

[One: There's a Supervisor in the capital. Since he's not under the Dragon Vein, he definitely won't stay in the capital for long. He must have left the capital. As for where he went and what he was doing, it's impossible to guess.]

The most typical method was to determine the former Emperor's location based on his goal … In other words, to know where he was, he had to know what he wanted to do first … Xu Qi 'an rubbed the space between his eyebrows.

Based on the current situation, the former Emperor devoured Yuan Jing and Duke Huai's two sons in order to achieve longevity.

As he wished, he lived for forty more years.

Therefore, the former Emperor's ultimate goal was still longevity.

But the problem was, no matter how powerful the former Emperor was, could he be more powerful than the Great Ancestor Wu Zong? Could he be more powerful than Confucian Sages?

All these people had passed away, let alone the former Emperor.

"According to the rules of heaven and earth, those who have luck cannot live forever. The former Emperor's actual age was above 80, and Confucian Sages only lived for 82. This meant that the former Emperor was actually reaching the end of his life. Of course, people's physiques couldn't be generalized. The former Emperor could also live one year longer than Confucian Sages when he was extremely angry.

"If I were the former Emperor, I would do everything in my power to seek longevity. But, but what should I do?"

It wasn't that he wasn't smart enough, but he had too little information. He couldn't even find a direction to make a hypothesis.

Where did the former Emperor go?

Speaking of which, Duke Wei had been away for almost half a month. He didn't know how the situation was.

…

On a certain night almost a month after the army had set out, the moonlight was clear and bright like water.

"Clatter, clatter, clatter …"

On the official road outside the capital, a fast horse galloped in. The travel-worn courier with cracked lips pulled on the reins and shouted in a hoarse voice:

"Open the gates, urgent from eight hundred miles away …"

They passed through the outer city, the inner city, the imperial city, and all the way to the imperial palace.

In the middle of the night, Wang Shoufu was awakened by a series of urgent knocks on the door. The old butler banged on the door and shouted: "Master, master, wake up …"

In the pitch-black room, candlelight lit up. The maid sleeping in the outer room put on her clothes, held the candle, and hurried to open the door.

After a while, the maid came in with small steps and said in a low voice: "Master, there's news from the yamen. There's an urgent report from eight hundred miles away."

Wang Shoufu was old, and he couldn't hide his fatigue after being woken up in the middle of the night. He pinched his eyebrows and said: "Get changed."

In an important yamen like the cabinet, there were people on duty at night to prevent emergencies like this.

Whether it was eight hundred miles or six hundred miles, the courier would run with all his might. It was normal for a few horses to die, and the report could be delivered at any time.

With the help of the maid, Wang Shoufu put on his official robe. With the sound of the wheels, he entered the palace and came to the yamen of the cabinet.

Grand Secretary Wang's footsteps were extremely fast. He entered the hall and sat behind his own large table, slowly saying, "Tang Report!"

The official on night duty in the hall immediately handed over the report that was kept by his side. Only a few Grand Scholars could open an urgent document from eight hundred miles away.

Wang Shoufu took out a knife and peeled off the seal. With a slight rustling sound, he took out the report and opened it.

He immediately fell into a dead silence.

…

Grand Secretary Qian Qingshu of the Martial Ying Hall, Grand Secretary Chen Qi of the Jianji Hall, Grand Secretary Zhao Tingfang of the Eastern Pavilion, and three other Grand Scholars came together. They entered the cabinet and came to the Prime Minister's Hall.

They were shocked to find that the Prime Minister of the Cabinet, the leader of the Wang's party, seemed to have aged a few years.

His face was gray and his eyes were slightly red. His slightly turbid eyes were dull, as if he was immersed in some kind of painful atmosphere that he couldn't break free from.

Yesterday, Grand Secretary Wang was clearly still fine. What kind of blow was it that made his essence energy wither to this state in a single night?

Wang Shoufu raised his head and looked around at the Grand Scholars. In a low voice, he said slowly: "Wei Yuan has been sacrificed."

After a pause, he added: "Of the one hundred thousand troops, only sixteen thousand returned."

Boom!

Everyone felt as if they were struck by lightning. Their minds were shaken and their faces were stiff.

Grand Secretary Qian Qingshu of the Martial Ying Hall murmured: "This, this is impossible, impossible …"

Wang Shoufu's tone recovered a little and he said in a low voice:

"I know it's hard to believe, but for now, this is the truth. Everyone, please discard all negative emotions and listen to me. This battle is very strange. The report has been sent to the palace. Before the morning court, let's discuss it … "

As dawn approached, the Grand Scholars left, looking tired and worried.

Wang Shoufu waved his hand to summon a confidant and ordered expressionlessly: "Send someone to the Xu Mansion and tell Xu Qi 'an about the situation of the battle in the northeast."

He didn't give a note because he didn't want to leave any evidence.

After the confidant left, Wang Shoufu walked to the window and looked at the darkest night before dawn. He didn't speak for a long time, like a statue.

Wei Yuan, without you, how lonely the court will be in the future.

…

Before dawn, the sound of knocking on the door woke Zhong Li and Xu Qi 'an up at the same time.

The latter responded: "Who is it?"

The gatekeeper Old Zhang's voice came: "Dalang, someone is looking for you. He claims to be from the Cabinet."

Cabinet? Did Wang Shoufu send someone to look for me at this time?!

Xu Qi 'an immediately got up, put on his robe and said: "Take me to him."

Out of the room, they went all the way to the outer hall. Xu Qi 'an saw an unfamiliar middle-aged man in an official uniform standing in the hall.

"Xu Yinluo!"

The middle-aged official instinctively called out this title subconsciously.

Xu Qi 'an was used to the "conservative" concept of the people in the capital, so he asked directly: "Sir, why are you looking for me?"

The middle-aged official said: "The Grand Secretary asked me to bring you a message."

"As expected, it was Wang Shoufu …" Xu Qi 'an nodded: "Please speak."

The middle-aged official hesitated. After thinking for a long time, he whispered: "Duke Wei died in the northeast."