In the middle of the sky, the sky is high and the land is vast. A sword light flashes across the sky and goes towards the city of Chang'an.
A stream of light broke through the clouds, leaving a long tail. It was moving so fast that one could not see the main body at all, only a stream of light.
However, the person who controlled the flowing light had no intention of hiding his momentum, so anyone who saw it could feel that it was as if a sword was breaking through the clouds.
Sharp, sharp, and domineering.
In the passing time, Li Qiubai's heart grew heavier and he lowered his eyes slightly.
The mountains and rivers are all beneath the body, the winding rivers are like blood vessels, and the undulating peaks are like the spine.
But in his eyes, these things seemed not to exist.
Just now, he wanted to go to Xiazhou where Chang'an City was located through the teleportation array of Qingcheng, but found that the teleportation arrays of all the cities in Xiazhou had been suspended.
Somehow, there were no signs!
Combined with the previous news, he immediately came to a conclusion...
King Qing is about to start!
Those who left me, yesterday cannot be kept.
What disturbs my mind makes me worried today.
Chang'an Sword Immortal, even though he is called an immortal, cannot escape the constraints of the people next to the mountain.
He was upset.
…
There is no wind in Chang'an today.
Xianglong Mansion.
Amid the evening drums and morning bells, a middle-aged man slowly walked out of the house.
The scarlet cloak he was wearing fluttered in the wind for no reason, as if telling the people of this city that something big was about to happen.
"Your Excellency Prince Qing, you cannot leave the mansion easily during this period." As the middle-aged man walked out of the gate, a Chang'an guard in silver-white Taoist armor stepped forward.
Prince Qing came to Chang'an not to play, but to be investigated.
He could not leave the house easily until the results of the investigation were clear or without Xia Zhao's permission.
"Hmm?" Prince Qing glanced at the monk from Chang'an Guard who stepped forward to stop him, his face expressionless.
"This is the order of His Majesty." Under the power of Emperor Wu, the Chang'an Guard monk, whose cultivation level was only at the seventh level, trembled in his heart, but still said through gritted teeth.
"Ah!" The next moment, the Chang'an guard monk let out a scream.
Prince Qing's right hand came out in an instant, and his palm directly grabbed his body. With a fierce squeeze, his head collapsed immediately. As soon as his soul flew out, it was dispersed by Prince Qing's powerful blood energy.
Ding ding ding!
Afterwards, strands of blood suddenly flowed out from the body of the Chang'an guard monk and gathered towards the palm of Prince Qing. The blood quickly gathered into a drop of scarlet blood.
After his blood and essence were extracted, his body quickly dried up and turned into a mummy.
This scene was extremely similar to the bloody disaster in Zhenjiang City, as if it were a replica.
Looking at the drop of scarlet blood in the palm of his hand, greed flashed in Prince Qing's eyes.
It’s not enough, it’s not enough, it’s far from enough.
However, if we massacre all the people in Chang'an, the blood and essence we can collect should be enough.
By then, even if he cannot break through the ancestor realm, the semi-ancestor realm will definitely be a piece of cake.
Finally, he raised his narrow and sharp phoenix eyes, took a step into the air, flew through the air, and climbed up the stairs.
Blood and energy surged under his feet.
"Li Qiubai, you are the Sword Immortal, and I am the Martial Emperor."
"We are all monks in the Venerable Realm. You have had a smooth life, but you can cut through mountains and cut through rivers with just a sword. Although it is satisfactory, it still lacks some experience."
"And I am an expert in scheming, and I have been planning for thousands of years. Li Qiubai, why don't you fall into my trap?"
"Today, I will not only count you, but also everyone in the world, including this Juling Xuanzun."
With every step he took, a word fell into his mind.
When all the words in his heart fell to the ground, he was already hanging high above the sky. He looked around and suddenly released his breath.
He has both the invincible arrogance of a physical cultivator and the awe-inspiring pride of a noble family. It is a magnificent sight.
King Qing of Xia, Xia Qing!
The wind suddenly blew in the windless Chang'an.
Whizzing past.
The wind is rising in Chang'an.
A wisp of fog appeared in the huge city of Chang'an.
The source of the fog appeared in Xianglong Mansion and spread in an instant, covering the entire Chang'an City in the blink of an eye.
In the city, in many mansions and quiet rooms, countless monks who were either immersed in practicing martial arts, or concentrating on refining magical instruments, or refining elixirs, suddenly sensed an extremely terrifying aura and looked up in panic.
The next moment, thick black fog seeped out from the surrounding walls and the ground, completely enveloping their bodies in an instant.
Soon, they found themselves trapped in a swamp, unable to move at all.
Thin lines of blood flowed out from their bodies and merged into the mist.
As the blood flowed out, their skin gradually became dry, the blood color on their faces gradually disappeared, and their consciousness gradually became blurred.
This is because the blood that is drawn out is their life force, their essence and blood. Once the essence and blood are gone, their life will also be gone.
Above the sky.
At this time, a burly figure appeared beside Prince Qing.
It was a blue giant with eyes glowing blue, and the black mist was emitted by him.
In front of the two people, there was a huge ball of blood that was constantly rotating.
Countless blood threads continued to flow in from all directions of the huge Chang'an and converged towards this blood ball.
"Xuan Zun," King Qing looked at the blue giant and suddenly smiled, "There shouldn't be any problem."
The blue giant was the strongest of the giant demon clan, and the leader of the four great masters of the Abyss Tianmen Realm who were personally introduced into the human realm by King Qing, Xuanzun!
Xuan Zun stretched out one hand, and streams of mist continuously poured out from his palm, then spread out like a dragon, covering the entire Chang'an City.
"Chang'an is just a mere toy in my hands as long as there is no monk of the Venerable Realm." Xuanzun smiled sinisterly.
"That's good," Prince Qing nodded with relief, revealing a cruel smile, "There are no monks at the Venerable Realm in Chang'an. Even if there are, I can stop them."
At this moment, black fog covered Chang'an, like a ghost town on earth.
A fog rose in Chang'an.
The essence and blood of all living beings in the mist were extracted by Xuan Zun in the blink of an eye.
An ordinary mortal would turn into a mummy almost instantly.
Even cultivators with extraordinary cultivation do not have much resistance. At most, their blood and essence are so huge that they can only hold on for a while longer.
…
The palace is shrouded in mist.
A huge formation sensed the wind and reacted instantly. The golden light formed a semicircular shield that enveloped the entire palace.
The fog tried to penetrate into the palace, but was blocked outside by the formation , so the two collided.
The loud clanging sounds continued to echo.
The mist changed into various shapes, sometimes like a divine hammer smashing the glass cover, sometimes like a wild beast biting and attacking.
The terrifying power continued to resound, but the shield remained motionless.
Because this is part of the Chang'an formation, and it is the embodiment of the power of the most powerful formation in the world.
Outside the shield, mist continued to flow.
Inside the shield, in the hall, there was a huge crowd of people.
A woman with a graceful and elegant temperament sat on the high dragon-head throne.
Below were the angry monks from Daxia.
"Prince Qing is crazy!"
"As a member of the Great Xia royal family and a cultivator of the human race, he actually dared to befriend a demon clan venerable!"
"Now it's not a question of him being on good terms with the Demon Lord. He wants to massacre the city! Do you understand?"
"One is King Qing, and the other is Xuanzun. Both of them possess the power of the Ninth Realm Honored Title. How can we stop them? It's a dead end!"
After all, only a few people knew about the existence of the Killing Honor Array, so many cultivators in the hall who were unaware of the existence of this array had fallen into despair.
Some were furious, while others were trembling all over and feeling extreme pain.
No matter what Prince Qing's purpose is, what he is doing now is against natural ethics and is disheartening.
"Your Majesty, please activate the Great Killing Array." In the crowd, Marquis Anxi of Chang'an Wei stepped forward, clasped his fist and slammed it to the ground, saying loudly.
Xia Zhao raised her phoenix eyes slightly, looking at Marquis Anxi with an extremely calm expression.
"Your Majesty, you cannot hesitate any longer." Marquis Anxi said again with bloodshot eyes.
At this point, none of the Great Xia cultivators on the field were fools, and they understood many things in an instant - they in Chang'an still had a trump card that could deal with the situation of two people slaughtering the city!
"Your Majesty, no matter what the price is to activate this so-called Great Slayer Array, there is no need to hesitate any longer. No matter how high the price is, it will not be greater than the massacre of Chang'an!" Someone said with great sorrow.
Soon, these words aroused a series of responses.
Everyone stared at Xia Zhao, this stunning woman, waiting for her final decision.
"Okay." Under everyone's expectant gaze, Xia Zhao nodded slowly and spoke softly.
She stood up.
The next moment, a drop of golden blood appeared in Xia Zhao's hand.
The moment the blood appeared, the many Da Xia cultivators in the hall who had at least reached the seventh level of cultivation all changed color and their hair stood on end, as if they were facing a ferocious beast from ancient times.
What kind of blood was that?
The golden light was as bright as the sun, shockingly dazzling; the divine clouds rose into the sky, surrounded by wisps of immortal aura.
As soon as it appeared, it revealed an unpredictable pressure.
The most terrifying thing is that there is no murderous aura in this drop of blood. Just the natural pressure that emanates from it is so terrifying.
Unbelievable!
If a drop of blood is so terrifying, how terrifying will the owner of the blood be?
Whose blood?
Xia Zhao lightly flicked the drop of blood.
The heaven and earth suddenly rose to power.
A surging aura emanated from the blood, which suddenly rushed up, left the light shield, broke through the heavy black fog, and hovered high in the sky, emitting a huge energy like the ocean, shaking the void, and the waves emitted seemed to tear the sky apart.
Outside the palace, above Chang'an, Xuanzun let out a cry of surprise, narrowed his eyes, and smelled a hint of danger.
In this drop of blood, he felt a breath that made him tremble, as if he saw a man through the blood, whose figure was not very real, looking into his eyes.
That is...Taozu!
Xuan Zun trembled all over. Even though he was the number one demon in Tianmen Domain, he subconsciously felt fear and wanted to surrender.
This is just a drop of blood!
Prince Qing, who was beside him, was looking at this scene with a very complicated expression, but his heart was extremely enthusiastic.
This is the ancestral realm. A drop of essence and blood can make Xuan Zun tremble and fear!
Endless light emanated from the golden blood as it fell down.
Then, amazing changes took place.
Looking down at Chang'an, you will find that in the city that is now completely shrouded in black fog, countless golden lights are shining from the ground of Chang'an, breaking through the heavy black fog.
The golden light and the gray lines are like an invisible big brush moving around.
Dragons and snakes are flying, iron paintings are shining in the sunset, and mist is like silver hooks.
Magnificent and majestic.
This is the Great Killing Array of Chang'an City. The entire Chang'an is the array map, the crisscrossing streets are the array pattern, the imperial palace is the array eye, and the power of heaven and earth is the source of power for the array.
Its startup costs...
The essence and blood of Daozu!
Such a large formation can only be activated by the essence and blood of the Taoist Ancestor.
"What is this thing?" Xuan Zun was extremely apprehensive and somewhat angry. "It can threaten me. Didn't you say that everything was arranged?"
"While this formation is here, I can't continue to refine your blood essence, or I might die."
"Don't worry, everything is under my control." Prince Qing looked around at the glory that enveloped the entire Chang'an, and saw the dense cyclones rising from all over Chang'an like stars. There was no expression on his face, but his eyes were flashing with brilliance, and he suddenly snorted coldly.
There are 480 Tang Dynasty buildings in Chang'an.
Beyond the mountains there are green mountains and beyond the buildings there are buildings.
The building is a hundred feet high.
Before this, no one knew what these 480 Tang-style buildings were used for and why they were heavily guarded?
But now, they know.
At this moment, all 480 Tang-style buildings emitted light, and a long rainbow rushed out.
Tanglou is the 480 formation points of the Luzun formation.
However, at this moment, riots broke out almost simultaneously in the 480 Tang-style buildings.
Someone holding a dagger stabbed into the light.
Then, Tanglou began to tremble violently.
A breeze blew by.
The walls collapsed, the halls collapsed, wood chips flew everywhere, and the Tang building shattered.
Human figures kept scattering and smoke and dust were rising.
Above the sky.
A spear sparking with flames fell from a great height and landed directly in Prince Qing's hands.
A scorching flame ignited from the spear.
Prince Qing frowned painfully.
This was pain that even Emperor Wu's body could not withstand.
only……
Prince Qing held the spear tightly and refused to let go.
Because, this is the spear of power!
Prince Qing endured the burning pain in his palm and gently swung the spear.
Endless whistling sounds suddenly echoed between heaven and earth.
The yellow cloth sign of the wine shop in the market was whistling, the locust trees beside the road were whistling, the banana trees beside the river were whistling, and the lion carved out of stone was breathing...
The entire city of Chang'an was breathing and whistling.
The whole world of Chang'an has now come under his control.
He looked towards the imperial palace shrouded in golden light.
"Fall." Prince Qing said softly.
As his voice fell, the golden light that could not be corroded by the black fog gradually faded and could disappear at any time.
In the palace.
Xia Zhao spat out a mouthful of blood, his face as pale as a snow mountain.
"Your Majesty!" Marquis Anxi was horrified.
Xia Zhao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, covered his chest, shook his head, and said softly: "The Slaughtering Array is now under the control of King Qing."
"Now... they are three."
"How is this possible?" Marquis Anxi staggered and his body trembled.
"He... found the key to the Slaughtering Array and temporarily seized control of it."
"This is the great formation set up by Daozu. How could the flaws be found so easily and it be seized so easily?" Marquis Anxi struggled, still holding on to the last glimmer of hope.
"Daozu is very powerful, but the formation is ultimately dead. Prince Qing has been preparing for this for too long." Xia Zhao had already reacted by this time. Prince Qing's entry into Chang'an this time was entirely a shocking conspiracy, a long-planned conspiracy.
“The Slaughtering Grand Formation is very powerful, so even though King Qing has been preparing for so long, he can only seize control of the Slaughtering Grand Formation for half a quarter of an hour. After half a quarter of an hour, the Slaughtering Grand Formation will be back in my hands.”
Xia Zhao looked around, his eyes sweeping across the faces of all the Great Xia cultivators on the field, "But, can you guys survive this half a quarter of an hour?"
No one present responded.
"Everyone, today is the time for me to fulfill my promise that day." Xia Zhao calmly sat back on the dragon throne, extremely calm about the impending disaster.
But the Da Xia monks below did not have this kind of concentration.
After all, how many people can remain calm when facing death?
Some were desperate and wanted to fight to the death, while others whispered and even blamed Xia Zhao.
"If Your Majesty had not ignored our advice and insisted on doing what he wanted, we would not have ended up in this situation today..."
"Women are women after all, they are emotional..."
The voices of blame gradually grew louder and became the mainstream.
Naturally, all these undisguised reproaches fell into Xia Zhao's ears, but her expression remained calm.
"Return with Your Majesty!" Amid the clamor, Marquis Anxi, the leader of the Chang'an Guard and Xia Zhao's confidant, finally calmed down, took a step forward, and expressed his firm support for Xia Zhao.
Faced with this chaotic situation, Xia Zhao felt a little chilly, but his expression did not change.
"Since it was my choice that day, I have no guilt or regrets facing this result." She glanced at the Da Xia monks with different attitudes and said calmly.
Because this second Great Lord of Daxia, and the first female Lord, has acted as if she doesn't care at all that Chang'an City might be out of her control since she came to power.
During the ten thousand years, not only had she hardly developed her own power, she had also transferred all the power and resources at her disposal to Tianhe City.
Although in the eyes of many human cultivators, Xia Zhao's arrangement was selfless and extremely necessary.
But over the years, many Daxia monks have expressed strong opposition.
Because Xia Zhao's actions only show that she is a good Lord of Great Xia, but not a qualified Lord of Great Xia.
Your Majesty, Daxia, you must shoulder the responsibility of protecting the human race and the human domain, as well as Daxia.
If all the power of Chang'an is transferred to Tianhe, won't Chang'an become empty?
But back then, facing those fiercely opposed Great Xia cultivators, Xia Zhao only said one sentence and fought back all the objections.
"Chang'an will not be captured. If it is captured, I will die with it."
"I am Your Majesty. I am not afraid of death. Are you afraid?"
I still remember the domineering and resolute tone of the female leader when she said this.
In the eyes of all the Great Xia cultivators, Xia Zhao, who relied on Li Qiubai to secure her position, and was as gentle, weak and vulnerable as a little white rabbit, showed her absolutely tough side for the first time.
Because she knows better than anyone what is most important.
I know better than anyone how terrifying the demons are.
The demon clan is a monster, a wild and ferocious beast, but it was suppressed by Xia Zu back then.
But Daozu Xia had not been out for a long time, and the wild beast finally escaped and once again mustered up the courage to choose someone to devour.
At that time, the ferocity and power that the wild beasts that have been suppressed for thousands of years will be able to erupt with will be unimaginable.
Tianhe City is the lifeline of the human domain. If it cannot be defended, how can Chang'an City be defended?
If the human realm does not exist, how can there be Daxia?
She understands it better than anyone else.
So even though countless Daxia monks raised objections to her "selfless" approach, and even the few people loyal to her made subtle suggestions, she still went her own way.
Prince Qing took advantage of Xia Yan's indifference and solved the problem of the Killing Zun Formation after ten thousand years of planning.
…
Not many people could understand Xia Yan's decision, except Li Qiubai.
——In fact, she never cared about the position of Lord Da Xia, nor did she care about the so-called rights.
If it weren't for that responsibility, she would have abandoned everything and followed the sword master to travel around the world.
But now that she has taken this position, she has only had one goal from the beginning to now...
Success may not come in a moment, but its benefits will last for generations.
Although we cannot see anything now, time and history will prove everything.
But...Xia Zhao sat high on the throne, his eyes like water waves seemed to travel through endless time and space, overlooking the mountains and rivers of the world.
She might not see that moment.
However, even though he was extremely determined in his heart, at this moment, facing a room full of Da Xia monks with different thoughts, extreme fatigue and a hint of faint fear quietly emerged in Shang Xia Yan's heart.
It wasn't death that she feared.
But after this fear, I will never see that person again.
The prosperous era is about to collapse and the abyss is at hand. As a member of the human race, she can only prepare for death.
However, the woman named Xia Xiaoxiao also thought that once the demon rebellion was quelled and the world was at peace, she would immediately give up the coveted throne of the Great Xia, and become a fisherman, farmer, and scholar, wandering around the world.
Now it seems that everything is just expectation after all.
A distant sigh of a woman was heard from the palace.
There was no resentment in the sigh, only long-lasting regret.