The sun hung high in the sky, sprinkling its light and heat onto the human world. There was no distinction between old and young, no distinction between the rich and the poor. Great love was heartless.
When a young deer waded through a stream, birds flew through the forest.
At first, one could only see a dark red light spot on the horizon, approaching in the blink of an eye.
The flame tail connected into a line of fire, like a god waving a brush, cutting through the sky.
The thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in Zhuang Country were almost burned by this line of fire. Suddenly, a black light shot up into the sky, blocking the path.
A cold connection was established between heaven and earth, and vitality surged. North, south, east, and west, the absolute evil spirits suddenly connected!
This corner of the sky in the northeast of Zhuang Country was shrouded in dark clouds.
The clear sun suddenly darkened.
A muffled groan sounded in the air. "Nine Evils Mysterious Yin!"
The light spot only tangled with the evil clouds for a moment, then fell from the sky.
The light spot fell faster and faster, and became bigger and bigger. In the end …
It whistled like a falling star!
…
It was difficult to see any signs of human habitation in the countryside outside Maplewood City. There was only a small Taoist temple, which had long been abandoned.
"Boom!"
The fire spot fell to the ground, smashing a huge pit. However, it seemed to be restrained by some force, and the aftermath did not spread. When the billowing smoke and dust dispersed, a man in a flame robe appeared.
This man had sword-like eyebrows that reached his temples, and he was handsome. The patterns on his red flame robe were complicated and elegant, and he looked extraordinary. However, at this time, his hair was messy, and his robe was torn, which made him look somewhat embarrassed.
"I can't believe that I, Zuo Guanglie, would die in such a remote place …" The man in the flame robe looked around, and he asked with an inexplicable sense of loss, "What's the name of this place?"
The sun suddenly turned dark, and the falling of a meteor. The few child beggars living in the ruined temple were already scared out of their wits, and they were kowtowing in front of the temple. When they heard the question, one of them said with fear, "Immortal … Immortal Master, this is the suburbs of Maplewood City. This Taoist temple … we … we don't know its name."
The man in the flame robe moved his fingers slightly, and he was ready to erase these child beggars.
In the current era of great battles, the countries were fighting endlessly. However, in recent years, there was no war as fierce as this war between Qin and Chu. Both sides had put in almost a hundred thousand xiuzhe. Not even a blade of grass remained in the valley and plains at the center of the battle. The ground had sunk a hundred li.
As a core member of the losing side, especially since he had single-handedly broken through Hangu Pass and almost turned the situation around, there was no reason for him to complain about being hunted down.
However, these beggars were also from the Zhuang Country. The Zhuang Country actually dared to secretly help the Qin Dynasty and allowed them to set up an ambush within their borders … All these people deserved to die.
However, Zuo Guanglie turned his hand over and extinguished the sparks that emerged from his fingertips.
"Zuo Guanglie, Zuo Guanglie, is this the extent of your tolerance? Taking out your anger on these pitiful people that no one cares about? "
Zuo Guanglie muttered and sighed, "You can go."
He clasped his hands behind his back and turned to look at the inky sky. His enemies were there. Those experts who were hiding in the shadows and approaching like a pack of wolves were the ones that he, Zuo Guanglie, wanted to kill!
The beggars felt as if they had been granted amnesty. They got up and ran away. Only the beggar who was the first to reply hesitated for a moment. But his companion beside him pulled him back and said, "Do you want to die?"
The beggars broke into a run. They had probably never run like this in their lives.
Zuo Guanglie didn't shift his gaze, but he frowned slightly. "Aren't you going to take your companion with you?"
Within the range of his spiritual sense, there were no secrets.
The wooden statues in the Daoist temple had long disappeared. Perhaps they had been burned by the beggars as firewood. However, there was still a weak child beggar lying motionlessly under the offering table. He was probably counting the days and waiting for death. This was the reason why the beggar hesitated earlier.
It was human nature not to take burdens when running for one's life. However, Zuo Guanglie couldn't ignore it.
People who had walked out of the battlefield knew the meaning of companions the best. Zuo Guanglie knew that his body was on the verge of death, but he wouldn't forget what had brought him to where he was today.
The beggars didn't dare to refuse the words of the mysterious immortal. They even ran back like a swarm of bees.
They used all their strength and panted heavily.
However, in the eyes of some people who were watching this place, they weren't as tenacious as ants, nor were they faster than snails.
They were really … too slow!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
It was a sudden and dense whistling sound from the horizon.
It was countless translucent water arrows flying over like a swarm of locusts. They were gathered by some kind of power and shot towards Zuo Guanglie.
The water elemental energy surged wildly in this world.
The rain of translucent arrows was in the shape of a huge funnel, covering half the sky!
This was the representative large-scale destructive Daoist technique of the Great Qin military, the Myriad Flowing Arrow Rain.
"It's coming!"
Zuo Guanglie looked up at the sky. The strong wind stirred his flame robe and long hair. He raised his right hand high. The wide sleeves of the red flame robe slid down, revealing an arm that looked like a jade carving.
It was fair and strong.
A red ball of light was born in his palm. The next moment, it shone brightly. The intense light radiated in all directions.
It was as if Zuo Guanglie had raised a sun with one hand!
This was a Daoist technique that Zuo Guanglie had created. When he was fifteen years old, he had used this technique to become famous in the Yellow River Gathering.
Yang Explosion!
Countless translucent water arrows refracted the sunlight falling from the sky into a myriad of colors, but in the next moment, they were dyed red.
That was an incomparably violent and blazing red!
With Zuo Guanglie's right hand as the center, the sky within a hundred zhang radius was covered in red. The Myriad Flowing Arrow Rain disappeared.
This scene was so magnificent that it was difficult for people to notice the faint ink marks at the corners of the painting.
Before the Solar Explosion spread out, countless arrows were already raining down from the sky. The group of running beggars fell to the ground one after another. The corpses were densely packed with penetrating holes.
They didn't even have the chance to scream before they died in an instant.
Life was so fragile.
"Killing indiscriminately is also your Dao?" Zuo Guanglie's lips curled into a mocking smile. It was unknown who he was talking to. However, his eyes, which were as bright as the stars, were gradually covered by a cold emotion.
"Whoever dares to hold back when killing Zuo Guanglie is a complete idiot." Accompanied by an icy voice, a group of cultivators wearing long black robes floated to the ground, faintly sealing off the surroundings.
The cultivator in the lead had a thin face and pale skin. The corners of his black robe were embroidered with frost patterns.
He had a pair of long and narrow eyes. He used those eyes to stare closely at Zuo Guanglie: "A mere ant is also in your eyes?"
As he spoke, the black-robed cultivator that came with him had already formed a seal. Their movements were shockingly identical, as if they were carved from the same mold.
Eighteen translucent water snakes suddenly formed, roaring in the air and biting towards Zuo Guanglie.
From the moment they appeared to the moment they attacked, not a single breath was wasted.
The Kan Snake Bind was a low-level dao technique that was exceptionally fierce under their skillful control.
Zuo Guanglie's expression didn't change. He pulled with both hands, and a flaming blade formed in his palms.
"Gong Yangbai."
He casually held the flaming blade and spun a few times in the air, cutting the approaching water snakes in two.
For dao techniques at the level of the flaming blade, he didn't need to form seals.
"Since you've even brought the Nine Fiend Mysterious Yin Formation, why waste our lives with such a boring dao technique!"
"Please don't misunderstand … my respect!" Gong Yangbai spread his hands that were clasped in front of him, and suddenly raised them up, "Rise!"
The bodies of the water snakes that fell to the ground not only did not dissolve, but in the next moment they all jumped up, breaking the tail and growing a head, half a head and half a tail.
One divided into two, two divided into four … Under the influence of the Nine Fiend Mysterious Yin Formation, these water snakes became more and more fierce.
This was a completely new change in the Kan Snake Bind, never seen before. It could be said that it gave the Kan Snake Bind a new life, and gave this dao technique a wider application space. It must be the result of painstaking research by the military of the Qin State.
Its name was Chaotic Water Snake Cave.
Hiss ~ Hiss ~ Hiss ~
The sound was ear-piercing and heart scratching.
The dense and ferocious water snakes surrounded Zuo Guanglie. As far as the eye could see, it seemed to be trapped in an endless snake cave!
He seemed to be in a desperate situation.
But his voice still sounded, clear and firm.
"Ying Wu was willing to use the Nine Fiend Mysterious Yin Formation, I deserve to die. But this broken temple doesn't even have a name … How can this nameless place be qualified to bury me, Zuo Guanglie!? "
Flames suddenly surged from the surface of his body.
They burned fiercely, baring fangs and brandishing claws.
This fire ignited when it came into contact with something, turning into a line, instantly spreading.
Fire element dao technique, Prairie Blaze.
When he was seventeen years old, he used this technique to burn several thousand yin devils, his might shaking Desolate Border!
The entire Chaotic Water Snake Cave burned. Countless water snakes struggled within the flames, hissing, and then turned into water vapor.
Zuo Guanglie rushed out from the countless snake corpses, his long hair fluttering about, his aura erupting.
Right at this time, an eagle cry sounded!
A giant black eagle swooped down from the sky. It faced Zuo Guanglie, its wings suddenly moving.
Several hundred iron feathers whistled over while carrying blade radiance. Every blade radiance was different, either fierce or sinister.
The blade radiance was like a torrential rain, pouring down, directly hacking Zuo Guanglie back into the snake cave.
Mechanical Beast, Blade Feather Flying Eagle.
On the back of the flying eagle, a barefoot man with a mask on his face and a copper chest on his back stood in the wind, not saying anything. Or perhaps it could be said that his words were already within the blade radiance.
Under the support of the Nine Fiend Mysterious Yin Formation, the ten thousand snakes grew crazily, continuously reborn. The Prairie Blaze technique lost its durability, already slowly being dispelled.
Defense was bound to fail. Water snakes continuously gouged out wounds on Zuo Guanglie's body, drawing out blood. Zuo Guanglie at most released a muffled groan, brandishing the flame blade with one hand, only repelling the water snakes that attacked his vitals.
Ten thousand snakes devouring the body, mysterious yin tearing apart the soul.
From his forehead where veins were bulging, one could see just how much pain he was in. However, his gaze was resolute, his other hand still forming seals.
He didn't give up for even a moment!
Gong Yang Bai gave the man on the flying eagle a look, no longer hesitating. His ten fingers intertwined, raised in front of him, long hair moving without wind. "If you surrender now, you can still send your corpse back to your homeland! It is because … the power of this dao technique is something even I cannot control!! "
The temperature suddenly dropped, a wisp of white frost condensing on his brows. The entire Chaotic Water Snake Cave froze, covered by a layer of ice.
This was the extreme yin, extreme cold, indestructible Extreme Cold Profound Ice.
Meanwhile, this dao technique was a secret technique activated by the State of Qin's famed Gong Yang Family through their bloodline power, Profound Ice Prison.
Those who entered this prison would have their breath condensed into frost in one breath, their blood flow frozen in two breaths, and their flesh stiffened to death in three breaths.
The water snakes were frozen into ice snakes, and Zuo Guanglie was also covered in white frost.
Gong Yang Bai watched all of this silently. In the next breath, the blood flow froze.
But!
Everyone present suddenly heard the sound of a rushing river. That turbulent surging like raging waves was Zuo Guanglie's blood surging!
"Boil! Blood! Burn! Soul! "
The flame robe was burning, his long hair was burning, his brows and eyes were burning, his flesh and blood were burning, and his soul … was burning!
Body and mind, life and soul, everything was burning.
Solid ice turned into water, running water turned into steam. Whether it was the Chaotic Water Snake Cave or the Profound Ice Prison, they all collapsed in an instant. In the vast expanse of white water vapor, Zuo Guanglie had already become a man of fire.
He lowered his head to look at his blazing hand, murmuring: "As expected of the imperial court's forbidden technique. In this power, I seem to see … the true essence of fire. "
Then he suddenly looked at the bladefeather eagle in the sky, "Not a bad toy."
Just as he finished speaking, he was already in mid-air.
That barefoot masked man tapped the tip of his foot, and his entire body fell down in a reverse position, allowing that precious bladefeather eagle to be burned into ashes by the raging flames!
"To protect your life, this is not enough, Mo Jingyu!" Zuo Guanglie's hands formed gestures at a dazzling speed, and the dao technique was completed in an instant.
Flame flowers seemed to appear out of thin air, but they grew and multiplied endlessly. The entire sky was occupied by the raging flames. The sky, the earth, and everything in the battle space were all raging flames.
Even the ominous clouds condensed by the Nine Evils Mysterious Yin Formation in the sky seemed to have become firewood for the raging flames!
Flame Flowers Burn the City!
This dao technique could be said to be Zuo Guanglie's most genius creation. At the age of nineteen, he used this technique to destroy a city in one battle!
Flame flowers, the ultimate beauty, and also the ultimate power.
The masked man called Mo Jingyu opened his hands wide while flying backwards, his ten fingers spread out, and each finger was connected to a translucent silk thread. The other end of the silk thread was connected to the copper box, and he suddenly pulled it out!
Puppet Crows!
His ten fingers pierced through the flowers, and densely packed puppet crows flew out of the box, rushing towards those flame flowers. Every crow would extinguish a ball of flame flowers, but the flame flowers seemed to be endless, and the number of crows that flew out became fewer and fewer.
Gong Yangbai did not care about the backlash from the Ice Dungeon being broken. He activated the power of his blood meridians, formed a gesture with his index finger to his chin, and suddenly opened his mouth! White cold fog spewed out from his mouth, and wherever it went, the flame flowers would be annihilated.
Blood Meridian Secret Technique, Breath Into Frost!
The group of Daoists that he brought did not hesitate, and formed a gesture together.
In the air, the water vapor from the collision between the flame flowers and the white frost gathered in the sky at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the white vapor gathered to form a cloud. Then, the white cloud turned dark, clouds led to clouds, and clouds overlapped.
Suddenly, there was a downpour, and a sharp whistling sound broke through the air.
Gathering, Cumulus Clouds, and Overcast Clouds, these three dao techniques were combined to form a high-level water element dao technique, Rainstorm Pearls!
"Is this all?" Zuo Guanglie, whose entire body was burning with flames, shouted, "How is it enough to kill me?!"
His presence rose explosively, and the pressure was like a landslide.
In the sea of fire, he howled to the sky, "Extreme power of fire, burn the sky and boil the sea, Zhu Rong True Forefather, enter my body!"
In his body, a warm light that was different from other flames suddenly swelled.
Just this slight change in expansion caused the crows in the sky to ignite! The dark clouds suddenly scattered!
The xiuzhe that surrounded Zuo Guanglie all spat blood.
Even Gong Yangbai's expression was miserable. "How is it possible! Where did he get the seed of Zhu Rong! How can he activate the true body of Zhu Rong? "
"This is Zuo Guanglie … …" Mo Jingyu cut off the connection with the puppet crow in time. At this time, a pair of mechanical metal wings were spread on his back, and he floated next to Gong Yangbai. His voice was so grave that it could not dissipate. "He killed the person that passed through Hangu Pass almost by himself!"
In this enormous and infinitely expanding fire path power, Zuo Guanglie roared, "Who is qualified to kill me!"
"Come! Mo Jingyu! "
"Gong Yangbai!"
He casually waved his hand, and the fire dragon tore through the air, forcing Gong Yangbai, Mo Jingyu, and the others to retreat.
"What famous family! Prestigious family! Geniuses! In front of me, you dare to call yourselves famous? You group of weaklings, cowards, incompetent people! "
He seemed to have been burned by the seed of Zhu Rong and lost his mind.
"The shame of the family and the hatred of the country cannot be washed away!"
He laughed, laughed until tears came out, but the tears were burned dry in an instant.
"My head is here, who can cut it off?"
"The one to kill my body is only me, the one to burn my soul is only Zhu Rong!"
Behind him, there was the image of a majestic god holding a fire dragon. The powerful presence was suffocating.
"Who can kill me?!"
Mo Jingyu turned his hand behind his back. He wanted to open the copper box on his back, and use his last life-saving move. But his hand trembled, and he did not have the extra strength to open the box.
In his spiritual perception, there was no wilderness, no broken temple, not even a person. There was only fire, only endless waves of fire. The skyrocketing temperature almost distorted space and almost incinerated his thoughts.
He might be able to hold on for a while, or he might die in the next breath. His life was out of his control.
In front of such great power, what was the difference between him and those beggars that had died before?
…
On the horizon, there was a cold light coming from the west.
Gong Yangbai only glanced at this scene, but he had the illusion that his eyes were cut! He had no time to investigate, because at the moment he saw it, the cold light had already arrived in front of Zuo Guanglie and bypassed him!
Zuo Guanglie's roar stopped abruptly.
"It's so noisy."
A young man in white suddenly appeared.
He had an extremely cold face, standing sideways, as if he always kept a distance from the world.
He slowly put his sword back into the sheath, and his voice was flat without any fluctuation.
Zuo Guanglie's head suddenly fell, rolling on the ground twice, but because he had used Blood Boiling and Soul Burning, not a drop of blood could be spilled.
Until then, a shrill sound like thunder sounded in the air!
That was the sound of the man in white's sword coming from the west, cutting through the sky!
…
Gong Yangbai and Mo Jingyu looked at each other, and saw the great horror in each other's eyes.
"Li Yi, I was ordered by His Highness Ying Wu …"
But Gong Yangbai just said this and shut his mouth, and before he could finish, he picked up Zuo Guanglie's head and flew away.
Because the man in white had already turned his gaze to him.
His hair, his eyebrows, his eyes, and even the corner of his lips were as sharp as a sword. But his eyes were so calm that they were almost warm.
But this warmth was accompanied by a coldness that made one shudder.
No matter if it was a genius from the ancient Hundred Families of the Temple, or a famous bloodline in the world.
No one dared to ask why, and no one dared to say a word.
Only the silhouettes of the fleeing figures could be seen.
…
Zuo Guanglie had died, but the Fire Seed of Zhu Rong in his body had not dissipated, and was still slowly expanding.
This power couldn't be controlled by Zuo Guanglie, who was at the end of his life. Zuo Guanglie was only a catalyst, a medium. With his talent and decisiveness, he allowed the great power of Zhu Rong's true body to have a slight, temporary release in this world.
The man in white took out a black token, and looked at it indifferently.
The black token was silent for a long time, and then a domineering voice rang out. "We're even."
As soon as the voice fell, the token, made of extraordinary material, seemed unable to withstand this voice, and instantly shattered into countless black fragments, sliding through Li Yi's fingers and rustling to the ground.
Only when all the Daoists had left and the token in his hand had shattered did Li Yi tilt his head slightly to look at the expanding Fire Seed of Zhu Rong.
He stretched out a slender and white hand, and his five fingers formed a pocket.
Only at this moment, when no one was paying attention, did he reveal a hint of child-like innocence in his usual warmth and coldness.
He softly shouted, "Bang!"
The moment he opened his five fingers, the Fire Seed of Zhu Rong exploded.
An invisible force restrained this explosion, preventing it from spreading. It only blasted Zuo Guanglie's corpse into countless pieces of flesh.
The crimson flame flower bloomed freely in this small world, extremely dazzling in an instant, dazzling the area.
This extreme beauty was only for him to enjoy alone.
The corner of Li Yi's mouth curled up, but it was only for an instant.
The fireworks were over.
He didn't look at what was left of Zuo Guanglie's corpse, and he didn't have the slightest bit of nostalgia. He leaped on the sword light and instantly disappeared into the distance.
…
From beginning to end, no one paid any attention to the battle that was taking place outside this nameless, broken down monastery.
For powerful practitioners, it was difficult for them to pay attention to the weak Zhuang State. For the three thousand miles of land of the Zhuang State, Maplewood City was as insignificant as dust. Even for the small Maplewood City itself, this broken temple in the suburbs had long been forgotten by people.
However, this dilapidated Daoist temple was not empty.
It was a dying child beggar who was waiting for death.
He was prepared to die and was waiting, but he didn't die yet, and he "listened" to this wonderful battle from beginning to end.
When the battle was over, everything returned to silence.
He was still alive.
He might be lucky, but the word "lucky" didn't fit him. His ragged clothes, thin and sickly appearance, and even his almost drifting breath were all describing the definition of misfortune.
But he was still alive after all.
He thought for a while, and then tried to flip over and roll out from under the offering table.
Gritting his teeth, he mustered all his strength and struggled to stand up unsteadily.
After all, he stood up.
From the offering table to the outside of the temple, there were one hundred and thirty-seven steps.
From the entrance of the temple to Zuo Guanglie's corpse, there were three hundred and twenty-four steps.
The beggar silently counted the steps he took and kept telling himself that he was almost there.
Almost there.
Every muscle in his body was protesting and trembling.
No one knew where he got the strength to move forward.
His astonishing perseverance had no audience.
Right now, he was standing in front of Zuo Guanglie's corpse. This trek had finally come to an end — if that pile of minced meat could still be called a corpse.
He slowly and slowly squatted down. Squatting was too strenuous, so he simply sat down.
He really was very ill. From the stains that made it difficult to distinguish his face, one could still see his weak and pale face.
His hands were even trembling.
He trembled as he groped and searched the pile of minced meat.
Minced meat, minced meat, bone stubble, some kind of broken metal, minced meat, finger bone, half a piece of wood that he couldn't recognize … …
A bottle!
He turned over the unrecognizable pile of flesh and found that it was half a jade bottle!
The mouth of the bottle had been blown away, and only half of the bottle was left.
The beggar suppressed his slightly heavy breathing and brought the jade bottle in front of him.
He carefully removed a piece of minced meat from the stopper of the bottle and looked at the bottom of the bottle.
He saw that there was only one round black pill left in the bottle, and his breathing stopped.
He recognized that it was the Meridian Opening Pill that he had yearned for day and night, which he had obtained and lost in the end!
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