Cultivate with an African God

The capital has fallen into a state of disorder, morality has almost disappeared, and the law cannot restrain the desperate people. People vent their fear with violence and indulgence.

However, amidst such disorder, there were unexpectedly several sober voices coming from a distance.

"Traitors have no way, they bring disasters to the country, demons enter the temple, and they will be punished by heaven!"

"Mr. Qing's side, enter the imperial city!"

Two young men were walking on the road, one of them looked at the people fighting each other almost with a smile on his side, and when he heard those voices, he turned his head and asked, "Your arrangement?"

The other man was slightly older, with a slightly indifferent expression, but nodded silently.

"I'm afraid the arrangement started a few days ago, but I didn't notice it at all," the young man laughed, with some frivolous sarcasm in his eyes, "It's just safe for the time being in the imperial city. We always have to After World War I, you don’t want the fat and water to flow into outsiders’ fields.”

"I know," the man looked at him with deep eyes, "but haven't you done it yet?"

The apprentice was silent for a long time, but in the end he uttered two words softly: "Idiot."

The master's body shook, but he didn't say anything. He quickened his pace and distanced himself from him.

The voice from Qing Jun's side spread from the south of the city to the north of the city. When the old woman heard the voice, she opened the door and asked, "What are they shouting?"

There was a man and a woman sitting in the room. The man was tall and strong, with the mighty appearance of a swallow forehead and a tiger head, but he spoke very patiently: "This means that the regent is a traitor, a disaster, and a monster. He is in the palace. It is against the way of heaven to win the trust of the emperor. God sent down the punishment of heaven, which caused the plague to spread wildly. Therefore, in order to let the heaven take back the punishment of heaven, people have to enter the imperial city and clear out the traitors."

Leaning on crutches, the old woman sighed and said slowly, "The regent is really a sinner."

The man was noncommittal, and said: "Grandma, we will also go to the imperial city to kill traitors, and put the pancakes on the table, and we can spend a few more days."

The woman stood up, bowed her body, and said goodbye cautiously: "Let's go first..."

Her voice was not loud, and she quickly hid behind the man, who smiled helplessly.

"Hey, you children, what are you going to do? It's a mess outside, and you've gone to someone who has no eyes, what should you do if you're injured..."

The old woman was still rambling, the man had already taken the woman out, turned around and said, "I'll be back soon."

But they all know that it is impossible for them to go back.

The rebel army gathered troops all the way, and they had already reached the imperial city.The palace gate was still strictly guarded, and the rebels forced their way in. The imperial guards seemed to have been prepared, and when they saw something wrong, they closed the palace gate tightly and put on a defensive posture.

The conflict between the two sides continued to escalate. Soldiers poured in from other places in the city to surround the rebel army. However, more people joined the ranks of the rebel army. Blood, roars, and wailing resounded outside the imperial city.

However, in the deep palace, it was extremely quiet.

Mu Xinghe has lived surprisingly peacefully these past few days.Hua Xiangrong occupied another territory somewhere, and moved in by herself, only Mu Xinghe and Zhong Zijin were together.

Zhong Zijin stared at the sword in a daze under the tree.

He usually keeps cleaning his sword, but now there are many fallen flowers on his scabbard.

He noticed Mu Xinghe's eyes, looked over, his eyes were full of confusion, and his tone was like sleepwalking: "What kind of person were you before?"

"Me?" Mu Xinghe pointed to himself, "I used to be an idiot."

He realized that he shouldn't be perfunctory to Zhong Zijin like that, put down the map in his hand, and went to sit beside Zhong Zijin.The young man next to him has always been keen and positive. He always felt that the other party was no different, and no change would affect their relationship. But recalling the first meeting in the market that year, they had become too much.

"When I didn't come to this world, I was actually a very ordinary person, no different from the peers around me. I had very ordinary social relationships, ordinary hobbies, and ordinary achievements."

Zhong Zijin looked at him sideways: "Then why are you scolding yourself?"

Mu Xinghe smiled, and looked into the distance, the clouds were dark and floating in the sky.

"Because I don't want to be a fool, I would rather be ordinary," Mu Xinghe said softly. "Earlier, I was even more arrogant than now, as if I was the only genius. There is nothing in the world that I can't do. I I don't even bother to talk to others because they can't follow my train of thought. I do a lot of things that are considered unruly in the eyes of others to prove that I am different. But then I realized that there is no difference between me and others, Even if you get into trouble, you may not be able to take responsibility, self-righteousness is really annoying."

Zhong Zijin shook his head and looked at him seriously: "You are neither annoying nor ordinary."

Mu Xinghe was startled, then laughed out loud.

"In short, I found that my problems can't be changed, so I don't want to play ordinary people's games. This is the me you see now. Why did you suddenly ask this?"

Zhong Zijin was in a daze, and said: "I was just remembering... what kind of person I was before, and how I used the sword."

He looked at Mu Xinghe with a very rare expression of bewilderment: "I can't remember."

Zhong Zijin's condition is not good recently, Mu Xinghe knows it.

He practiced sword for longer and longer, and he became more and more silent.

Ever since he said that he would never enter the country again, he gave Mu Xinghe all the elixir he found, but there was a hint of guilt and regret in his expression——Zhong Zijin is really easy to understand, Mu Xinghe doesn't need to think about it. How nice to know that he kept all those drugs to himself until he wanted to be.

Mu Xinghe can comfort him that Zhong Zijin is his sharpest sword, an indestructible barrier, and he will never regret it, but that will not break Zhong Zijin's knot after all.

Mu Xinghe knew about Zhong Zijin's past years.When we met for the first time, he was a young swordsman with sharp eyebrows and confident flying, then he was confused by his talent, he was confused by his inability to break through, and later——he finally calmed down and concentrated on enjoying the happiness brought to him by swordsmanship In the end, the brother he relied on the most died to protect them.

They are all human beings, so why did the senior brother stand up to protect him while he had no strength at that time?

They were all brooding, but never said anything about it.

The dead city may be a very bad place for Zhong Zijin.The nightmare of being unable to break through came again, and his life seemed to start all over again, from being invincible to the current initial difficulty, from the present world to the dead city, just like an inescapable fate.

But Mu Xinghe can't say anything, the difficulty of cultivation lies not in learning, but in heart.

One's state of mind can never be that of others. Sometimes speaking out of one's own understanding will cause people to make mistakes.How common it is to be imprisoned by demons and self on this long road to longevity.Even if you don't seek longevity, it is more dangerous step by step-there has never been any power that is free in the world.

Just as Hua Xiangrong predicted, the forbidden army and the rebel army had a stalemate for several days, and after a night of Zhang Xianyue, the city gate was finally breached.

The rebels poured into the imperial city, and before they started to celebrate, new deaths fell on them again. There was fog outside the city and rain in the city.

——It’s Dart Rain!

The rain of darts was extremely violent, and by the time people reacted, the piercing pain had already spread from the wound, making people twitch and unable to control themselves!

In the chaos, only the leader of their rebel army did not dodge or evade, and even waved a few poison darts casually. Seeing such a leader, they seemed to see hope in a desperate situation.

However, a ghostly figure appeared from behind the leader, and when the blade shone, the blade hovered in the leader's throat.The blade was about to pierce into the skin, but the leader swayed even more unbelievably, and there was only a black mist under the blade.

The black mist dissipated quietly, but the leader reappeared one step away from the original place.

An ominous atmosphere began to haunt people's hearts. They could no longer comfort themselves with the bravery of the leader. They wanted to say that this was a witchcraft, but how could the person who led them into the imperial city be a monster?But if it's a god manifesting his holiness, those black mist will look evil no matter how you look at it!

The leader didn't need people's reaction, he held his hand, and a black mist rose from the ground, blowing the masked woman to pieces, and the leader frowned almost imperceptibly as blood and flesh splattered everywhere.At the same time, the sound of bowstrings sounded, and the eight faint cold lights approached the leader directly. The leader has not received his magic at this moment, how can he avoid it? !

The leader took the hidden weapon abruptly, his body was covered with frost, and the sound of bowstrings rang again. People thought that the leader must be buried here at this moment, but it was the leader's disciple—he kept calling the leader, Master, and although the leader didn't respond, everyone thought they were It was a pair of master and apprentice - casually pulled out the long knife of the person next to him, the hidden weapon was blocked by the long knife, the long knife shattered into little wear marks, turned into a group of crows, and attacked a person rolling and crying on the ground!

——The man's eyes were bright and sober, and he jumped up when he saw the accident. How could he see any pain?

People saw the woman's figure flickering, and the figure gradually blurred and disappeared from everyone's sight.

But the killers lurking among the people are not the most terrifying.

The frightening thing is that someone caught this killer and would rather kill him by mistake than let him go.

The leader opened his hand slightly, and the black mist criss-crossed. It was clearly misty mist, but when it floated over, it was as sharp as a blade. People's flesh and blood fell like straw under a sickle.

Someone vaguely heard the leader's disciples muttering.

"Thousands of kalpas are like darkness, immortality and immortality. Heaven is impermanent, slaughtering the common people."

"Three thousand hells, rule for me. Ten thousand worlds and heavens, all return to the way of the devil!"

A huge black column of air erupted from the ground, and when it rose up, it covered the sky like a dark cloud.

The smell of blood and howling occupied the palace.

The murderer's eyes were abnormally calm, with a smile on his face. Amidst people's horrified eyes and corpses, he picked up the medicine box that came from nowhere on the ground, smashed the scattered short-bladed flying knives on the ground, and masked his face. .

He opened the medicine box and swallowed the pills in it.Those pills came strangely and took effect strangely. In fact, the appearance of the apprentice didn’t change—it was a man who was hard to see what he was thinking. He often laughed and his tone was not alienated, but people dared not approach him. The strange temperament has not changed, but it makes people feel more dangerous.It seems that if you get close, you will be swallowed by him.

The apprentice slowly walked in front of the leader. At this time, the leader pulled out the hidden weapon expressionlessly and threw it on the ground without making a sound. Only a somewhat heavy breath exposed his pain at this time.

The apprentice leaned over, his voice was very soft, and the warm breath fell on his ears: "Fat water does not flow into outsiders' fields."

The leader suddenly raised his head, his complexion looked a little pale, but his eyes were extraordinarily dark and deep.

Then his brows and eyes quickly fell silent again. He understood the current situation and the people around him very well. He knew that he had no room to resist.

It was a triple trick, and he was unable to solve it, and the other party didn't blame him a word, just because he no longer needed to mention it.

Only those who have been abandoned need no mention.

The person was very close to him, his eyelashes trembling slightly in front of him.

So he was too lazy to ask questions about life and death.

"In the beginning, why did you take me with you?"

Many times he thought his life was coming to an end.After he lost the Dao Conference, after he broke the prohibition and exhausted himself, when they encountered an accident—a weak person with no use value would not have any meaning of survival, he must die.However, that person saved him when he was in danger and took him away with him.

He saw a little smile in the opponent's eyes, and the corner of his mouth was slightly raised, with a little sarcasm: "Joke, if I hadn't taken you away, I was backlashed by magic, who will take care of me?"

He wasn't surprised by such an answer at all, and even felt worthy of him in his heart.He shook his head: "But I might kill you too."

Every famous demon cultivator steps up on the head of a strong man. He is a demon king, what a good stepping stone.

The other party sneered when he heard the words: "You never killed me."

This time he actually smiled.

He has learned from the person in front of him all his life, learned from his skills, learned from his smile, learned from him that he can be playful and calm no matter what the situation, and learned from his understatement of cruelty, but he also understands that he has never learned well. There was too much hesitation in his heart, too much lack of self-confidence, but at this time he was able to smile like he longed for a long time ago.

Probably because it was pretty good when I thought about it back then.

He recovered faster than the other party. In the magic cultivator, he always believed in the law of the jungle, so he became a strong man strangely, and did some things that a strong man would do in his ideal.

It is not wrong to obey the desire in his heart, nor has he violated any of the teachings given to him by his master.

But of course he also knew that although the master was silent, and sometimes he was so indifferent, and even teased himself for seeing that he was at a loss, but he would be punished one day.

No devil is willing to let others see his downcast appearance, and no devil is willing to let the person who violated him live.

"I never thought that I could still live after you regained your skills. I just hope that this period of time doesn't have to pass so quickly," he looked into the other person's eyes, but it was a pity that it was just a strange face, and he could only rely on his memory to trace it. Silhouette, "Otherwise, you will kill me, and I will kill you too."

They cannot surrender to each other, only death is the end of the relationship.

He closed his eyes, and while he sighed, black air condensed on his hand, which looked like a short knife. He was holding it in his hand. The opponent was so close to him that he could insert his backhand into the flesh and blood.

He moved up an inch slightly, and during that moment of hesitation, his Qi and blood almost flowed backwards, and the black mist broke through his body, gushing out crazily.Explosive pain swept through his body.

"Master."

Mo Yujun frowned.

He didn't expect this person to be distracted before he died.

He has raised this person for a long time, seeing him in a mess with nothing, and watching him crawl out of the pile of dead people to show him, teaching him day after day, and gradually starting to be wary or expecting, he vaguely felt that this A person whose temperament is not compatible with himself, unable to become a talent, once intends to abandon him, but finds that his peers have been slaughtered by him, and he is a little bit happy.

It's a pity that he is still dead.

Mo Yu-jun picked up the magic weapon and elixir on the ground, and suddenly felt a little absurd in his heart——

When a person dies, that's all that's left.

If it is in this world, he can still recall what that little wolf cub was like in the past, but now everything is empty and everything is closed.

Mo Yujun raised the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly, but after all, he never regretted it, had no nostalgia, and there was only one rule in the world for him—to make him happy.You don’t need to worry about cause and effect like a Taoist cultivator, put aside all morality and principles, use it if you have value, and destroy it if you have no value, then bear all the backlash from heaven and accept the fate of being destroyed by others, you will become a demon cost.

He weighed the medicine in his hand, the weight of life has always been like this.Not worth mentioning.

"In your next life, don't be a demon cultivator."

The ground was covered in blood, and there were panicked wailing in the distance.

And Moyu-jun is laughing, he doesn’t actually like to kill, he always thinks he is a gentle and reasonable devil, different from those villains who have no character, but today he lost control a little bit, maybe because of the sudden rise in power, urgent need vent.

Even in this state, Mo Yu-jun is still on guard.

He is waiting.

He still remembered the young lord and the swordsman who had come to make a big fuss, but he didn't see anyone with similar characteristics among the rebels. If they either entered the palace early or were killed by others.Therefore, even without these two people, it would be deeply dreadful for this power to fall elsewhere.

The young master and the swordsman are in the deep palace.

When Mu Xinghe heard the news that the palace gate was broken, he stood up suddenly, shaking his fingers: "I bet you, they will definitely fight soon after entering the palace gate, because they are temporarily safe, and no longer need to rely on other people's strength , and thus the brief alliance was broken."

He also stretched out his hand to Zhong Zijin: "Do you want to bet on 50 middle grades?"

Zhong Zijin muttered: "You are being rich and unkind..."

Of course Mu Xinghe was only joking, he pulled Zhong Zijin up and said, "Let's go, let's break up the fight, this time I'll cover you!" Then he turned to Hua Xiangrong who came to deliver the news: "Ms. Hua is working together!" ?”

Hua Xiangrong raised her eyebrows, and said with a half smile but not a smile: "Persuasion?"

"Yes, persuade a fight!" Mu Xinghe said solemnly, "I love peace."

Hua Xiangrong covered her lips and smiled, and said after a while: "Since they have come in, the whole palace is starting to be unsafe, I'll take a step first, see you later."

Mo Yujun's killing lasted for a long time. Some people did resist and some people condemned them. In the end, Mo Yujun easily made them unable to speak or move again. Fleeing, defeated.

Among the rebels, a man who was not afraid of death stood up. The man was tall and strong, his outline was as deep and masculine as an ax chisel, and he was wearing ragged civilian clothes.

He raised his hand slightly, an invisible wall of air blocked the flying seven black scales, and burst into a black mist like ink marks.

No one would doubt Mo Yujun's current power, but there are still people who can stop this power!

"It's not the time to rule out dissidents," the man raised his voice, "Look outside!"

Moyu-Jun looked at where he was pointing. Outside the wide-open city gate was billowing blue poisonous mist and corpses all over the place.He devoured two strong men one after another, and now his eyesight is so good that he can see the corpses standing up slowly in the distance, and figures of different shades floating in the distance, like an army pressing down, slowly approaching the palace .

He sees a person.

With long beard and long hair, a Taoist robe that has been washed white, and a tattered soul-calling banner, he looks like a quack Taoist who failed to cheat money, but now he is standing in front of the heavy army and leading them forward.

There shouldn't be so many living people out there.

In that amount, there are only the dead, and those who can drive the dead.

There will be ghost cultivators here!

This is indeed a more dangerous enemy. The convenience that a place like the dead city gives to ghost cultivators is almost incomparable to anyone-he must not be allowed to enter!

At this moment, he heard an extraordinarily flamboyant and unscrupulous voice: "Mr. Moyu over the mountain, how are you?"

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