As the battle raged on, the sentries in the distance naturally noticed it.
However, they did not send anyone over.
They had their duties, which were only at the border. Leaving their post was a crime.
As for matters within Qi, there would naturally be people to deal with.
Just from this point, one could see how strict Qi's military discipline was.
The soldiers in the sentries would not come out easily. They did not even have the chance to disguise themselves.
For a normal border army to be like this, the military god Jiang Mengxiong played a huge role. One could see how strong Qi's military was.
To escape from Qi, which was under martial law, was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
The Blue Medal Constable was the person in charge of solving matters involving Transcendents in Qi.
Although Yue Leng had been in seclusion for a long time, he had the qualifications to be in charge of this battle.
More importantly, the three Protectors of Yang Di did not have the ability to interfere in this battle.
He watched as Yin Guan, who was in a demonic state, was beaten up miserably and walked towards death step by step.
Although Jiang Wang did not show any expression on his face, he was a little anxious.
Maybe Yin Guan dying here was the best choice for him.
That way, the fact that he had helped Yin Guan would never be exposed. He could then naturally become a Grade 4 Blue Medal. With the strength of the Inner Mansion Realm, he would have some power that only Outer Mansion Realm experts had. Just like how Lin Youxie, who was in the Soaring Dragon Realm, had a Grade 5 Blue Medal.
At the same time, he could also obtain a secret technique from the treasury that was suitable for the Inner Mansion Realm.
It could be said that there were many benefits and no disadvantages.
However, many times, in Jiang Wang's choices, benefits were not the most important.
Yin Guan had saved his life, although even Yin Guan himself thought that they were even.
However, Jiang Wang was rational. In other words, his relationship with Yin Guan was not so deep that he would lose his rationality.
The more he watched the battle, the more he understood how strong the two people were. He did not have the ability to interfere in the battle between Yue Leng and Yin Guan.
"Jiang Yan, do you have any way to save Yin Guan?" Jiang Wang's expression did not change, but he asked in Tongtian Palace.
Jiang Yan had obviously been paying attention to the battle. He responded almost immediately, "That depends on whether you really want to save him."
"If you have something to say, say it."
"You still can't reach your full potential. Give the body to me for the time being, and I will help Yin Guan escape. Then I'll return it to you … "
The voice stopped abruptly.
Jiang Wang couldn't be bothered to scheme against him, so he directly used the Divine Spirit Flower Sea to envelop the Netherworld Candle.
He had already benefited a lot from watching the battle between Yin Guan and Yue Leng. Since Jiang Yan's train of thought was so 'open', it was better for him to stop watching.
It seemed like there was no other way. He thought.
He could only watch as Yin Guan was beaten to death in front of him. He couldn't help but watch, because as a Qi Blue Medal holder, he shouldn't feel pity for the leader of Hell.
Not only did he want to 'admire' Yue Leng, after he killed Yin Guan, he wanted to be the first one to cheer.
This was his "script", and it was also a barrier that he could not overcome in this play.
Yin Guan, who was in a demonic state, couldn't feel any pain at all. He didn't know why he was in despair.
Other people's feelings had nothing to do with him.
He wasn't himself anymore. He was the amalgamation of all curses, the carrier of evil thoughts.
Maybe only crazily attacking Yue Leng was the only way to explain the original identity of this body.
Yin Guan, who was in a demonic state, went all out with each attack. It was always violent and fierce.
However, it inevitably became weaker and weaker.
No matter how much he went all out, the amount of power he could use would become lesser and lesser. No matter how fierce and fearless he was, he could only walk towards death step by step.
The Killing Might Cudgel, which contained the prestige of Legalism, caused Yin Guan to be covered in injuries. Who knew how many of his bones were broken. It was only because of that chaotic and crazy power that he was able to maintain his fighting stance.
The green flames around him slowly withered.
One by one, they dissipated, turning into specks of green light that fell to the ground.
Yue Leng's attacks became fiercer and fiercer, more and more open, and more and more fearless. That was because the only thing that could make him wary was the green flames.
The first to notice the change was Jiang Wang.
Yue Leng's attention was all on the green flames. He was waiting for them to wither so that he could kill Yin Guan in one strike.
However, Jiang Wang had always been paying attention to Yin Guan's expression.
The countless expressions of pain that constantly changed represented countless wills of pain.
The curse was first because of hatred.
Yin Guan had completely accepted the chaotic power of the curse. He had to endure the pain.
However, as the green flames were gradually beaten down, the changes in his expression became slower and slower, becoming fewer and fewer.
His body became worse and worse, closer and closer to death. The green in his eyes also became fainter and fainter.
It seemed like the decline of his life, the normal reaction of the power of the curse gradually collapsing.
He was gradually dying. As a transcendent cultivator, it was natural that before he died, he would gradually become 'ordinary'.
Jiang Wang inexplicably thought of the scene when he first saw Yin Guan.
At that time, he was a 'traitor' who had appeared out of nowhere. He met fist with fist, directly defending the commander of the Monument Army, Zheng Chaoyang, outside the 27 lower cities.
He became famous in a single battle, which made Jiang Wang feel even more stunned.
Today, as the green flames withered, he seemed to have witnessed the end of a fascinating story.
This was the process of a transcendent cultivator dying, the experience of a genius cultivator withering away.
Flowers would eventually wither.
Jiang Wang sighed in his heart.
However, at a certain moment, the struggle and pain on Yin Guan's face disappeared. The evil thoughts that belonged to the countless people who had cursed him in the world lost their carrier, leaving only calmness — a calmness of loneliness and pain.
That calmness was extremely powerful.
What was a curse?
Hating the heavens for being unfair, hating the earth for being unfair, hating people for being powerless.
A heart full of grievances that could not be resolved, a life of suffering with no way out.
One could only pray to the gods to bring disaster to the people they hated.
Curses were a kind of power of resentment.
Since ancient times, no one had developed this kind of power to such an extent.
Yin Guan had grasped the enormous power of the curse, but he had no choice but to face the invasion of the countless people who had cursed him.
Some had encountered injustice, some had reported to the authorities, some had lost their wives and children, some had exterminated their entire families … There were countless pains and torments in the world.
Yin Guan carried the burden of his crimes.
He had experienced everything, endured everything, and finally chose to face everything.
His will returned!
Yue Leng's feelings were even more direct.
Because the remaining green flames had suddenly disappeared.
They were not scattered by him, but dissolved by themselves.
Yin Guan's pair of strange and evil green eyes had also returned to black.
This kind of black was the darkness of calmly looking at oneself in the midst of endless pain.
Yue Leng could feel that King Qinguang's body, which was originally on the verge of destruction, suddenly began to glow with vitality.
His physical body began to "stabilize", the kind of stability that connected the heavens and the earth.
His blood began to "thicken", the kind of thickness that traced back to the past.
It was space, history, and the instinctive feeling of being moved.
Between the heavens and the earth, there seemed to be a kind of vast tremor occurring.
It was a kind of wordless declaration.
It was a declaration of Dao.
"I feel as if a god has descended!"
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