Museum of Demons

The violent collision, the majestic evil spirit engulfed by Qin Jian's slashing, seemed to hit an impenetrable barrier before it hit Shi Yi's arm, screaming violently and trembling, Bai Qi opened his eyes angrily, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, The weight of the whole body is tilted forward and pressed down.

The sword edge rubbed against each other, making a low whistling sound.

But at this time, even the strength of the army is powerless.

Shi Yi clenched his fist with his right hand.

Bai Qi snorted, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, his feet rubbed against the ground and backed away again and again, the Qin sword in his palm was almost broken, but Shi Yi was unscathed, pressing forward step by step with each punch: Why, it's meaningless to do it! The killing?!

Why? Even bring your own subordinates to invest in this killing as a price?!

For generals, complete victory is paramount.

Since we have already killed the generals and captured the flag, we have already won a complete victory, and we still have to make such a choice that will cause huge losses to our own side?!

Are you really a murderer who has no blood or tears and only knows how to kill?

The sound was furious.

Shi Yi's strength belongs to the first step below the top ten in the world, and his attack and killing has always been insufficient, but that is also insufficient compared with the existence of mastering mythological concepts, just like Zhuge Liang is not good at intrigue, so he has to compete with others Compare.

In that era, the Marquis Wu's strategy of using a foot to defeat a horse and whoever chases him will die was created.

If you say that you are not good at strategy at all, whoever believes you will fall into the trap.

Bai Qi and his remaining 50,000 troops were completely unable to confront Shi Yi head-on.

Need millions?

Even more armies, the joint military formation was promoted to a mythical concept.

To be able to fight against opponents of this level...

Sensing Shi Yi's heavy fists and feet, Bai Qi's thoughts flashed through his mind. With a muffled snort, he was knocked into the air and hit the rock heavily. Daqin's armor shattered, leaving only the white armor inside, holding the sword in his right hand , half-kneeling on the ground clutching his chest, the blade of the sword pressed against the ground, and drops of sticky blood fell.

Another high-sounding generation.

Bai Qi gritted his teeth and stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his right hand, and was about to draw his sword, but was slightly taken aback.

Shi Yi didn't come to him and attack him.

Because with the commander-in-chief rate of Lord Wu'an Baiqi, the fifty thousand ghosts would naturally change formations and surround and protect the general. The reason why he struggled so much was because he was worried that all the true spirits of Shenzhou would be killed and annihilated here by Shi Yi .

This is not the point, the point is that when Bai Qi raised his head, he found that the fifty thousand true spirits had been subdued one by one, but in the process, it even brought Shi Yi a lot of trouble.

And even though Shi Yi was furious, he didn't make a move to kill these soldiers.

Bai Qi tried his best to get up.

Not a high-sounding generation.

Is a fool?

There is a huge gap between gods and humans. When Bai Qi got up, Shi Yi turned around, pulled out the saber of a true spirit warrior with his right hand, pressed his left hand on his neck, and hit him directly on the wooden wooden plaque of the ghost. On the top, the ink-colored sleeve robe was raised, and the right hand in the white gauntlet buckled the long sword upside down, and the blade of the sword brushed against Mr. Wu An.

Killing, is your pleasure?

Shi Yi asked.

Wu Anjun replied: Not really.

Qin Jian whispered in his right hand, and a short black ice platform blade in his left hand was pressed against the belly of the god. Although it could not break through Shi Yi's defense, it at least represented the heart of the human race who would never give up fighting. means, not ends.”

Use to kill, stop fighting.

Stop fighting with killing?

In this place far away from Haoyue City, the two stood at least on the surface in an appearance of tit for tat, with murderous intentions. Shi Yi was not the kind of disagreement, but based on what he saw and knew, he put his own thoughts and wills together. imposing character.

The arrogance of the gods does not exist in him.

Shi Yi said slowly: Senseless killing is your so-called Zhige?

The sword in his palm was slowly lowered.

Bai Qi stared calmly at the god in front of him with a pair of pupils, and said: Have you ever seen a chaotic world? If the gods don't know, I can tell you what the chaotic world is like. Conquering each other, fighting constantly, and hatred will continue cumulatively.

The princes of the world, in the name of benefiting each other, are constantly strangling and killing each other.

The five hundred years of chaos in the Spring and Autumn and the Warring States, and the chaos of the Three Kingdoms for a hundred years.

Lord Wu An raised his palm, held the edge of Shi Yi's sword directly, and said in a calm voice, Since all the so-called heroes and princes in the world are like this, fighting all the year round, and their lives are ruined, then let me ask you, thirty years of fierce fighting, Five hundred years of wars brought about by constant conquests against each other.

Which one is more miserable?

With the blood left on his palm, Wu Anjun slowly got up, his dark eyes and Shi Yi looked at each other.

Heroes, heroes, heroes?

That's the root of the chaos!

If I were in the Year of the Three Kingdoms, I would kill Cao Cao first and then Liu Xuande!

In the end, Sun Wu will be killed. The heroes of the world will only let the war continue. When one country is strong, the other country will also be strong. This kind of battle will never stop. Since the hatred cannot be cut off, instead of continuing for hundreds of years It is better to use the strongest country to sweep the world quickly, and then the world will become one country, so that the possibility of completely cutting off the chaos of war will appear in the true sense.

Since those soldiers will die in that chaotic era.

Bai Qi's voice calmed down, but he didn't know whether he was talking about the Battle of Changping, every battle he had in the past, or the previous 500,000 killings, but his eyes were still burning with a fierce Dangerous flames: Since I have raised my sword, I have stepped onto the battlefield.

If you think about it, you are already mentally prepared to kill, and at the same time, you should have the awareness of death. Since these people are going to die in that ridiculous chaotic world, why can't they die by my hands?

Since each country wins and loses, it will only prolong the war.

Then why, can't we feed a real Tenglong with the victorious victories that swept the six countries, and then completely end the 500-year-old life in Shenzhou?!

Shi Yi's pupils constricted, and he seemed to see behind Bai Qi, the battle flags fluttering, countless killings and bloodshed, and countless blood debts, all to fulfill the absurd ambition in the heart of this seemingly quiet man—to save five hundred The troubled times of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Period ended in his generation.

In other words, from his generation to the end.

The eyes of this gentle and quiet man seemed to be burning with flames. At this moment, his aura was no less than that of the god in front of him, and he said: So, I want to end the war in China with even greater slaughter, and let all the victories of all countries belong to Daqin! , I am in vain, of course I will be blamed by the heavens, and the crimes will roll in, and I will die badly, but even if my hands are bloody.

I also want to put some eyes on Daqin, a sleeping dragon!

Let me, Daqin, really go west to the pass of Hangu, look down on the world, make China a country, and end the troubled times!

Many heroes in China are lunatics.

Shi Yi could tell that Lord Wu'an in front of him never told lies, and he had indeed accomplished his goal. As Lord Wu'an who had half the death record in the Warring States Period, after him, Han, Wei, Zhao Chu were all devastated, and also for him. Daqin went west to Hangu, sweeping away all obstacles.

No wonder he was able to suppress such a terrifying killing intent.

He has goals in mind that go far beyond these killings.

Gathering the killings of an era on himself, and then personally creating a future where a country dominates and then annexes the world, and Shi Yi also understands the reason why Bai Qi wants to bury all those soldiers from the wilderness in the land of natural disasters— —

Beat the enemy until they dare not fight, can't fight!

Since there is always a price to be paid, then, as a person from China, I naturally hope that this price will not be paid by China... just like back then.

Bai Qi whispered, Shi Yi encountered a new idea.

His first reaction was absurd paranoia!

The second reaction, from the perspective of the God of Time, cannot but be said to be so absurd yet reasonable, to pacify the world at the fastest speed, and then allow the people to recuperate, if it takes three hundred years Look, 30 years of fierce fighting and 270 years of recuperation are far better than 300 years of non-stop wars.

When Shi Yi was lost in thought, Bai Qi suddenly raised his hand and made a move.

Compared with the evil spirit of Chi You level back then.

Shi Yi subconsciously made a move, and Bai Qi slammed into him with his only murderous soul that could inflict trauma on a god, but he misjudged Shi Yi's reaction, the God of Time did not exist. As a result, the souls of the two collided at the same time.

Shi Yi stopped.

Wu An stepped forward.

Both sides snorted at the same time, because of the close intertwining of spirits and souls, pictures emerged in front of their eyes.

With a firm face and sharp short hair, Shi Yi covered his eyes, the corners of which were sore.

It was as if someone hit him hard on the nose with his forehead.

Three or five afterimages appeared in a trance before Bai Qi's eyes.

It was like being given a hard drink.

In the picture that appeared in front of Shi Yi's eyes, was a young man. Although his face was not very handsome, he was at least clean. As a young man from Baijia Village, Mei County, Daqin, he naturally joined the army, holding a sword in his hand. The strategy of advancing and defeating Jin to invade the world.

The teenagers from Baijia Village stepped into the battlefield naturally.

He seems like the most suitable person for the battlefield.

Starting from the most ordinary soldiers, one needs to be promoted to a title. It is not enough to kill ordinary soldiers. What needs to be killed is a soldier, a man in armor. That young man is like a god-given hero, growing up step by step, but his injuries are getting worse. more and more.

Chatting with the teacher who taught him the art of swordsmanship, he has gained a lot of military exploits on the battlefield.

So there is no need to pay taxes, and killing is based on courage.

Survival after killing the enemy depends on cleverness and luck.

Why are there wars?

In the end, the teacher died in a battle against the enemy country. During the first battle, the teacher told the boys in Baijia Village that he might die in this battle. He had killed many people in the battle against Zhao country before. If there are few people, there must be descendants of this family who join the army and fight with the anger of repaying their father and brother.

The opponent's morale must be strong.

And the teacher really died under the sword of an immature boy.

When the young Bai Qi beheaded the enemy who killed the teacher, the soldier in the helmet was still ecstatically saying that he had avenged his father, and when he talked about the intense emotion, he cried up to the sky, and then he was beheaded by Bai Qi Head down.

He never loses.

In the life of a commoner boy in Baijia Village.

He has fought more than 70 times in his life, and he has never lost.

The face that looked more immature than Bai Qi turned around, looked at the cold-faced Great Qin soldier with bloodshot eyes, and said, My child will take revenge... You, damn Qin barbarian, my child , my grandson, will cut off...

Bai Qi unsheathed the dagger at his waist and cut off the young man's head.

Even he himself didn't know whether he was so cruel that he wanted to harvest the enemy's head and life, or whether he didn't want to hear the words after that.

Teacher, Bai Qi has avenged you.

I also understand why the war lasts.

Teacher, you killed the opponent's soldier for the country's hatred. It is righteousness. His child killed you, which is also in line with filial piety. I am your disciple, and it is appropriate for me to kill him to avenge you. But what next? His child, my child? His disciple? My disciple?

People are like this, so is the country.

It is the wise who take a step back, but most of the world is ordinary people, hatred cannot stop, Bai Qi understands this, but I don't want to continue to spread the troubled times for hundreds of years, teacher, I can't be like you said As I hope, I will be a military instructor and leave the battlefield as soon as possible.”

The youth's voice is deep:

I will let the blood debt of the troubled times end in my hands, and with the defeat of the six kingdoms, the world will become unified.

It doesn't matter who I kill, it's the newly married and divorced husband.

It's the only son of an old woman who desperately wishes to see you again.

It's the father the child hasn't seen for several years.

Or someone's brother.

I won't hesitate any longer.

They will all be obstacles for me to end these hundreds of years of troubled times.

May the future of China never be divided, never fight each other...

The young man in plain clothes got up, turned around and walked out. The autumn leaves fell and he gently caught them. He didn't know that he was about to be appointed as the head of Zuo Shu, and he would take the battle of Qin's attack on South Korea and climb the years to serve him. Architectural stage.

Perhaps the name Qi was an unlucky thing in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Periods.

Wu Qi kills his wife to beg his general, but Bai Qi stops fighting with martial arts.

When the young man walked out, the man outside asked him about his aspirations. After listening, he lost his mind for a long time, then shook his head repeatedly, and blurted out:

If you can do it.

When Feng Wu'an...

But before Bai Qi's eyes, Shi Yi, the god of the wilderness, stood on the mountain, watching the birth, growth, joy, anger, sorrow and joy of the mortal creatures. Hope it can get rid of oppression and bondage, God loves the world, it is not false.

In the end, the two men, who saw different pictures, snorted and backed away again and again.

Shi Yi rubbed his forehead: Madman...

Bai Qi snorted, his face didn't change, but his nose bleeds.

Lord Wu An sneered, You idiot who desires to bring peace to the world.

One person and one god look at each other.

For some reason, the tit-for-tat situation was not so tense.

The two were silent and looked at each other, obviously knowing that their ultimate goals seemed to be completely the same, but this one person was even more displeased with each other than before, which was a very, very uncomfortable feeling.

I wish I could knock it over with my backhand, and step on my face by the way. If possible, it's better to step on the mud and grind it.

Shi Yi pondered for a while, and under Bai Qi's unexpected gaze, he suddenly asked, Where are you going next?

Huh? What do you mean?

In order to prevent you from falling into madness completely, in order to repair your wrong paranoid thinking.

The God of the Great Wilderness spoke as a matter of course, with a calm and rational tone: I have decided to keep an eye on you for a while.

To prevent your mind from continuing to deteriorate.

Wu Anjun: Huh??!

PS: The second update today...