my voice is poisonous

Just after the flames of war, the Cangyou City was in a mess, devastated, the walls collapsed, the houses on both sides were dilapidated, and the city was filled with a sense of death.

The army of the Southern Wei Dynasty had just withdrawn, leaving only enough soldiers and horses to continue defending the city.

In the morning light, there were smoke curling up from several simple and well-repaired houses near the city gate.

This battle was fought so swiftly that no one would have expected that an army without its commander would be able to drive all Beidi people out of Cangyou city gate in less than two months.

Yan Qingjiang didn't know where Wen Yu's body was buried, but along the way, there was still a glimmer of hope. He just thought that if he walked around like this, he might be able to see him standing in a corner somewhere.

With his heart hanging, he went straight to the city gate before someone stopped him.

He was wearing an indigo robe, with a carved jade lamp tied around his waist, his long hair was loosely tied behind his head, and he was not wearing a crown. He had exquisite eyebrows and eyes, and his expression was far away. .

It's just that the battle was just over, and there was no one living outside the city, so the soldier who stopped him was a bit puzzled, and said aloud: "Where did you come from, little brother? Please tell me your name first."

"Yan Qingjiang," Yan Qingjiang reported to the house without any waves, paused, and then asked him with a three-pointed voice, "Have you met Wen Yu before, where is he now? "

The soldier was startled when he heard the words, and raised his brows. Before the last battle, Wen Yu was beheaded in front of the three armies to sacrifice the flag. Who in the entire Southern Wei army didn't know Wen Yu's name?

He drew a single knife from his waist and pointed it at Yan Qingjiang's neck, and shouted sharply: "Are you an accomplice of that traitor?! Come on! Catch the traitor—"

Yan Qingjiang didn't wait for him to finish his yelling, nor was he afraid of the sharp blade. He raised his left hand and flicked it calmly on the knife, and the knife suddenly broke into three pieces and fell to the ground.

He turned his wrist and then poked forward, clasped the soldier's throat with three fingers, and said in a cold voice, "Where is Wen Yu?"

The man was suddenly caught by his move and turned pale, but he still wanted to drag him and drag other comrades.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yan Qingjiang pointed hard, and the man made a slight creak in his throat——

"I said!" The man was startled, closed his eyes and said, "Together with the rest of the soldiers who died in battle, his body was buried on the battlefield in the plain outside the city!"

Yan Qingjiang only heard the word "corpse", and his eyes went dark. He let go of his fingers and took two steps back in a daze. There was a "crash" behind him, and a crowd of horses and horses with guns rushed towards him from all directions. Yan Qingjiang turned a blind eye to it. With a sway of his figure, he floated out of the city like a cloud of mist.

"This......"

"Is this a human or a ghost?"

"That person... is... is flying?"

The group of soldiers were trembling with their guns raised, when suddenly another person appeared out of nowhere with his back to the city gate. The person was wearing a brocade robe with cloud patterns and a purple crown tied with black hair. He turned around, but it was just a young man's face. .

"Where is Wen Yu buried?" the boy said casually, "Say!"

Frightened and frightened, the group of soldiers looked at each other for a long while, unable to recover, but the man whose neck was held by Yan Qingjiang just now said with a strange expression: "...outside the city."

"Thank you." The young man glanced at him coldly, pinched his fingers in front of his chest, and immediately turned into a silver light and disappeared.

All the soldiers: "..."

*****

Song Xiao chopped off Wen Yu'an's stigma, and wanted to cremate him together with those Beidi people, so he couldn't bear it, so he asked someone to whip his body and roll it up in a mat, and threw him in the city. Outside, after the battle was over, someone buried him and the soldiers who died in the Southern Wei Dynasty in the plain outside the pass.

The land outside the pass was covered with bloodstains, and the bones buried under the soil forcefully pulled up the terrain a little.

Yan Qingjiang stood at the very center of the battlefield back then, standing against the wind, only felt the wind around him, like tens of thousands of heroes singing military songs, inexplicably shocked and sad.

"Wen Yu..." He closed his eyes and murmured softly, "Where are you?"

He put his hands on his chest and pinched a complex finger, feeling the restless and surging military soul under his feet. As long as Wen Yu still has a soul or a soul resting on the bones before going to Huangquan, Yan Qingjiang will be able to find him .

At that time, just like Shichuan, send him to find the mountain ghost, and his life will be saved.

Until now, Yan Qingjiang still did not give up.

He closed his lips, anxiously recited the spell halfway, then opened his eyes to search around, but he still couldn't find Wen Yu's trace among the group of undead.

He staggered, then fell to the ground from mid-air, swayed a few times to stabilize his figure, his eyes were hesitant and flustered, and the magic pattern on the center of Yan Qingjiang's eyebrows flashed again suddenly, and he saw his eyes froze, and raised his palm towards him. He slapped the ground.

In an instant, the white bones and flesh together with the maroon soil were flying in mid-air.

"He's gone!" Ren Canglan came here a step behind him, stood behind him and waited for him to recite the long ancient mantra, and waited for a while, until all the souls under the earth who had not yet had time to reincarnate were disturbed by him. Only then did he have to shout, "Yan Qingjiang, wake up! Wen Yu's soul—is gone!"

"Shut up!" Yan Qingjiang turned his head when he heard the sound, his eyes were as red as blood, which was already a sign of being possessed.

The sky suddenly darkened, and the clouds were pulled from all directions to gather in one place, and the strong wind swept across.

Ren Canglan was shocked, and jumped in front of him, raised his hand and grabbed Yan Qingjiang's left hand, which was about to split again, stared at his eyes and shouted sharply: "Wake up! Can't you feel it? Wen Yu's soul is gone. , he has gone to reincarnation!"

"Shut up!" Yan Qingjiang was furious, his left hand was seized by him, and he no longer cared about the crippled hand, and as soon as he raised his right hand, he suddenly pushed a palm on his chest.

Ren Canglan couldn't dodge in time, and was slapped on the chest by his palm. He took three steps back and fell to the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood with a "poof". Ancestor Yu had supernatural powers, and in his generation, he has accumulated the great merit of saving the world. Not only can he reincarnate one step earlier than others, but he can also reincarnate a good one in the next life, just look away—"

Before he finished speaking, Yan Qingjiang slammed another palm in the air, the palm was so swift and violent that it made the wind shrill. He shouted again, "Shut up!"

"Yan Qingjiang! Look away!" Ren Canglan lay on the ground and couldn't stop vomiting blood, struggling to raise his head, still stubbornly persuading him, "Look away... look away... .”

Yan Qingjiang turned a deaf ear to it, and staggered his palms together, and suddenly there were nowhere to be seen on the plain, and the sky was full of stumps, broken bones, and dark red flesh.

The guards in the city heard the sound and went out of the city, but they saw that he was mad like a ghost, and everyone hesitated to go forward.

Resting outside the pass are their comrades who sacrificed their lives for the country. Suddenly, a man's eyes became hot and his canthus were splitting open.

After throwing it away, he knelt on the ground with a "plop", and then kowtowed three times to Yan Qingjiang with a "plop": "Young master!"

He didn't know Yan Qingjiang's name, but he saw that his back was quite young, so he cried out in tears: "My lord, please stop!"

Let's go! ”

As soon as he shouted, people followed him and knelt down one after another. Not long after, a crowd fell on their knees outside the city, and the sound of wailing and begging suddenly resounded like a sad song echoing between heaven and earth.

Yan Qingjiang turned a deaf ear, he turned the whole piece of crimson land over, and slowly walked over the bones, the magic lines between his brows were clearly discernible, like black crow feathers and black phoenix feathers, a trace of dark red blood was drawn upward from the corners of his eyes Her long hair fluttered behind her, and her clothes fluttered with the wind.

Lying on the ground, Ren Canglan couldn't help panting, shaking his hands and pinched the body restraining spell, but Yan Qingjiang waved his sleeves to disperse him.

Now that his mana has greatly increased and he is insane, Ren Canglan has nothing to do, and he can't bear to watch anymore.

A cloud curtain has been quickly woven on the vast plain, and the black cloud is like a giant python tumbling between the clouds.Suddenly there was a thunder, and the lightning struck down in the air like a sharp sword wrapped in blue and purple light!

Yan Qingjiang didn't raise his head, and turned sideways to avoid it. The lightning bolt seemed to have a spirituality. Seeing that it missed him, it hit him before it hit the ground.

Dissipated suddenly, as if unwilling to disturb the heroic spirits on the ground.

There are immortals who fall into demons, and heaven punishes them.

Ren Canglan was lying on the ground with sore eyes, he thought all this was his fault, he was late for ten days, and he caused his two best friends to such a degree.

A ray of heavenly punishment missed, and in an instant, several more thunder lights descended in unison, chasing and striking Yan Qingjiang, the sound was like thunder roaring in the clouds, and the situation changed color.

Yan Qingjiang changed his steps and calmly avoided the thunder and lightning. He came to a place and stopped suddenly. After receiving a purple light and green light, he spurted a mouthful of blood with a "poof", and the clothes behind him split with a "stab".

His lips were dyed bright red, but he raised his head and laughed as if he didn't know the pain, shrill and crazy, he laughed for a long time in a daze, before another thunderbolt fell on his head, he bent his knees and knelt down.

He bowed his body and didn't dodge it, letting the day's punishment hit him one after another, he just picked up a handful of bones from his body with shaking hands, covered his heart and cried loudly.

That's...Wen Yu's bones...

He fell on the ground and rummaged back and forth like crazy, but he still couldn't put Wen Yu's body together. His crying was matched with thunder, and the smell became more and more cruel.

Ren Canglan struggled to get up, and was about to block the day's punishment with the tactic in his hand, but saw a flash in front of his eyes, a thick ink-like demonic energy rose from Yan Qingjiang's body, and the clouds and thunder roared in the sky. Disappeared from the battlefield.

*****

Yan Qingjiang tore off half of a pair of clothes, wrapped Wen Yu's bones in it, hugged it in his arms, and landed it at the foot of Yanling Mountain, where the Southern Wei He family's imperial tomb was built.

Wen Yu once said that Yanling Mountain is a Ganglong transformed from Luoshan Mountain. Although the mountain is not high, it winds and escapes for a long time. It is surrounded by mountains on three sides and faces water on the other. The qi and crape myrtle qi complement each other and can keep the national fortune of the Southern Wei Dynasty unbroken.

At this time, the setting sun was ten minutes away, night was approaching, and the setting sun burned out the last ray of light, reflecting half of Trillium Mountain very magnificently and magnificently.

Yan Qingjiang Zhenxiu disappeared, and landed directly on the mountainside. On the side of the mountain road stood a tall and square stele pavilion, with white stones on the four corners, and a strange beast squatting on the top.

Yan Qingjiang waved his hand, and the stele pavilion was destroyed with a bang. The mountain road immediately rolled down a pile of gravel, and there was a "jingling" sound, and half a strange beast's head squatted in front of his feet with a "dong" sound. .

Yan Qingjiang lowered his head and kicked it away, stood on the mountain path with his hands behind his back, looked up at the magnificent mountain gate at the end of the mountain path, and could vaguely discern the magnificence of the mausoleum.

Yan Qingjiang's chest was tight and painful, he was very reluctant to walk here, the dragon aura on the mountain became stronger and stronger, and he and the demons and demons were suppressed for no reason, the mountain gate in front of him was the same as the vermilion gate outside the capital city , He can't jump over the cut.

He has become a demon right now, even if he kills himself, his soul will be soaked with demon energy. If he can't get rid of it, he will be a demon even if he is a ghost. Shibukawa's mistake.

Therefore, even if Wen Yu was reincarnated and stood in front of him, he couldn't get close to him.

Yan Qingjiang raised his head and stared at the Shimen in front of him, the hatred between his brows overwhelmed the grief, his demonic heart was just beginning, and it was just at the time when his emotions were rising.

Falling down, he couldn't stop the demons in his heart, and was burning with anger, only wanting to avenge Wen Yu's death.

Yan Qingjiang never heard about the cause of Wen Yu's death, but he only felt that all of this was caused by He Minzhi and the royal family. Since Wen Yu died without a complete body, why can the He family sleep peacefully in the imperial tomb?

Yan Qingjiang's eyes were crimson, the lines around his eyes became more red, and the magic lines between his brows flashed suddenly. He tied the small bag that wrapped Wen Yu's body around his waist, and raised his hand to call out the pear flower lantern.

The lamp floated in mid-air and slowly rotated. Yan Qingjiang flicked his fingers, and a bean of fire ignited in the lamp. He put his palms together in front of his chest and made a gesture. The flame in the lamp flashed, and it came out of the wick with a "pop" and fell to the ground. But in an instant, a fire dragon was drawn out in the blink of an eye!

The fire dragon suddenly jumped from the bottom of the mountain to the mountain gate, as if dragging the red cloud from the sky to the human world. The raging fire burned all over the field in an instant, and the flames shot up into the sky, reflecting the fiery red dusk in the sky, creating a magnificent scene of heaven and earth being one color.

"Go away!"

"It's flooded, put out the fire!"

"Fight the fire!"

The guards in the mountain shouted in panic and ran from the mountain gate to the bottom. Halfway through the run, they were trapped by the sea of ​​flames and shouted in panic.

Yan Qingjiang stood proudly in the flames, with his arms hanging in the air, pinching and guiding the jade lantern with one hand, and pushing forward suddenly with the other hand, sending out a fierce palm wind, which turned into a strong wind and swept into the sea of ​​flames, blowing the jade lantern The fire is sent to another layer.

"Help!"

"Help!"

Autumn is high and dry, and the forests in the mountains can't help burning, and there are crisp "cracking" sounds again and again. The guards guarding the mountain shouted for help, and the plaque on the mountain gate smashed down with a "bang".

A sea of ​​flames has burned before my eyes, the entire Trillium Mountain has been engulfed by the raging fire, Yan Qingjiang stands out of thin air, tongues of flames vying to be the first

□□At the corner of his clothes, the scorching fire blows at the ends of his hair, but his whole body is not stained with any sparks, like a god of fire descending on the world.

Yan Qingjiang watched coldly, and tied the lamp to his waist with his hands behind his back. He grinned at the corner of his mouth, and looked up.

Laughing loudly, wanton madness.

The clouds gathered in the sky again, the bright spider web flashed suddenly, and there was a loud "boom", seeing that the heavenly punishment for exterminating demons was about to fall, Yan Qingjiang raised his hand and pointed, and actually attracted the huge thunder that fell into the air, Raising his arms again, he angrily smashed it into the mountain gate!

After the sound of "Boom", half of the mountain trembled violently, rocks flew across the mountain, and all the tombs on the mountain collapsed. Before the shaking stopped, Yan Qingjiang raised his arm and threw the second thunder into the mountain gate!

The dragon vein at the back of the mountain couldn't withstand the torment, and it didn't last until the day when the penalty was lowered, and it hummed in a low voice, as if it was dying. Yan Qingjiang led the third sky thunder to the top of the mountain, and the whole Trillium Mountain trembled under his feet more than.

Ren Canglan staggered up the mountain with a groan of internal injuries, but watched Yan Qingjiang blow up the dragon vein of the imperial tomb of the Southern Wei Dynasty with the power of the thunder!

"Yan Qingjiang!" Ren Canglan felt his eyes go dark, and he roared with all his might, "Wen Yu sacrificed his life for the peace of the Southern Wei Dynasty, and you actually destroyed them all!"

"Don't lie to me, he's here to save people, not the country. Which of the dynasties from ancient times to the present can last forever?" Yan Qingjiang turned his head to look at him when he heard the sound, his eyes were bright red, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a satisfied smile, slowly and leisurely He said back to him in a hoarse voice, "Xing, everything turned into dirt, and death, everything turned into dirt. I just made this Southern Wei—— turn into dirt one day earlier."

Before he finished speaking, another thunderstorm was triggered, and half of his face was bathed in the thunderlight, which was evil and terrifying.

Ren Canglan couldn't bear to close his eyes, and suddenly he heard a bell ringing faintly.

The simple and heavy bell came over the mountains and ridges, and it rang nine times in a row. It was——

"Yan Qingjiang," Ren Canglan slowly opened his eyes, he sighed softly, and in the midst of the landslide, he said again, "Stop it, the dragon veins of the Southern Wei Dynasty are broken... He Minzhi ...also died..."

Yan Qingjiang paused when he heard the words, and the thunder struck him. He stood up and was struck by the lightning, but he laughed with a "chih". His laughter didn't stop, and a line of tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

Before the tears fell to the ground, they were burned into a puff of green smoke by the flames.

There was a sound of "wow", and under the clear sky, it suddenly rained heavily.

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The next chapter is online!Well, the ending is really he, I swear!

The emperor killed himself by taking drugs, which has nothing to do with Yan Qingjiang.