Chapter 2821 Yasheng regicide, Yinluo suffers!

"Having said all that, it's time for you to hit the road!"

Xu Zisheng lowered his head and looked at Emperor Jeanne with a cold expression on his face. He raised the Divine Sword of Zhenguo in his hand and slowly thrust it towards Emperor Jeanne's eyebrows.

Emperor Jeanne's expression changed, and she used the last power in her body to burn the Yang Shen. The dark liquid spread all over her body and merged into the falling bead. The Witch God's eyes once again shot out a black light, triggering The earth, wind, water and fire turned into an extremely strong barrier, blocking the way of the Zhenguo Divine Sword.

"Ding!"

The tip of the sword touched the barrier, ripples rippled, and the four energies of earth, wind, water, and fire raged, distorting the space, as if the calmness of the water was broken.

Xu Zisheng didn't take it seriously, and once again increased his strength in his hand, the tip of the sword dropped little by little, and gradually penetrated into the barrier. Under the desperate gaze of Emperor Jeanne, it continued to approach the center of his eyebrows.

Although death is scary, it is far less frightening than seeing it approaching with your own eyes. Forty years ago, Emperor Joan of Arc felt the approach of death and was so frightened that she was contaminated by the demonic thoughts of the Earth Sect Taoist leader and gave birth to immortality. His delusions have led him to do so many things.

Emperor Joan of Arc thought that she would never feel this kind of fear again in this life. Unexpectedly, she saw death approaching again today, even more clearly than last time. The tip of the sword was approaching inch by inch, and the tip of the sword was between his eyebrows. The distance between them is constantly shortened, and the barrier is full of cracks and is about to be broken!

"No!"

"I am the lord of the world, and I am not immortal yet. How could I die at this time!"

Emperor Jeanne let out an unwilling roar, and red blood kept pouring out of her mouth. Her face was hideous and terrifying, like an evil Shura ghost, and her eyes were red, full of malice and coldness.

"Go to hell with your dream of immortality!"

Xu Zisheng said extremely coldly, and the strength in his hand suddenly increased. With a bang, the barrier shattered, the earth, wind, water and fire dissipated. The Zhenguo Divine Sword inserted into Emperor Jeanne's eyebrows without hesitation, fixing his Yang Shen firmly. In the physical body, endless luck fell from the sky and fell on the Zhenguo Divine Sword.

The clear brilliance shone, and the fire of karma ignited, enveloping Emperor Jeanne's Yang God. The flames raged, shining with divine brilliance, burning away all sins.

"Ahhhhh!"

Emperor Jeanne's Immortal Sun God let out a wail of pain, struggling in the endless fire of karma, weak and helpless, ferocious and miserable.

"I'm not willing to give in!"

A faint voice came out, Emperor Jeanne was turned into ashes in the fire of karma, and died completely. Emperor Jeanne practiced the art of transforming the three pure beings into one qi. The trinity, the immortal Yang God, is the foundation. Now the Yang God is destroyed by the fire of karma. Swallowed, naturally fell, and there is no hope of resurrection.

"Snapped!"

The transparent bead floating above Emperor Jeanne fell to the ground, and the eyeballs of the Witch God inside slowly closed and fell into silence.

The corners of Xu Zisheng's mouth raised slightly, he lowered his head to take a look, raised his right foot, and stepped hard on the witch god's eyeball.

"Snapped!"

The Witch God's eyeballs were directly exploded by Xu Zisheng's kick. Black liquid seeped out from under his feet. The ground was corroded and spread continuously. This was the power of the Super Grade, which could pollute and devour everything.

Xu Zisheng slowly raised his feet and watched as the ground continued to sink. After a while, a big pit was corroded by the dark liquid. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, showing a bit of disdain, and he raised the Confucian Sage carving knife in his hand. , with a wave of his hand, the pure energy gathered and fell suddenly.

"Zizzizi!"

The clear air fell into the black liquid, causing a violent reaction. Bubbles popped up in the liquid and disappeared, but in the blink of an eye, the black liquid was purified.

Xu Zisheng looked at the big hole left on the ground, stretched out his right foot, put Emperor Jeanne's body into it, and said with a smile.

"This big hole appears just in time, so I don't have to dig a hole to bury you!"

Xu Zisheng just said this and did not bury Emperor Zhende's body. After all, the Divine Sword of Zhenguo was still stuck in his head. It was better to leave it to Emperor Yongxing and the officials to clean up the mess. He was too lazy to care. Woolen cloth.

Xu Zisheng tossed the Confucian Sage carving knife in his hand and turned it into a stream of light, heading straight towards the palace and falling into the hands of Zhao Shou who was waiting here. In a flash, he disappeared from the spot.

"When the dust has settled, I quit!"

Xu Zisheng's voice came out from the Confucian Sage's carving knife and echoed in the ears of Emperor Yongxing and the civil and military officials. They all breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts and showed a bit of relief on their faces.

Obviously, Xu Zisheng's regicide has put great pressure on them, and they are extremely afraid of this Confucian sub-sage. Now that he has voluntarily withdrawn from the court, it is a great joy for everyone. After all, no one wants to live in the palace with this great god. He was always worried about angering this unreasonable being.

Emperor Yongxing stood on top of the city, staring blankly at the Confucian Sage carving knife in Zhao Shou's hand, with a flash of joy in his eyes.

"My father is dead and Xu Zisheng has resigned. It's really great!"

Emperor Yongxing clenched his fists tightly, and veins appeared on the back of his hands. He could not hide the excitement and passion in his heart. Today's events were too dreamy for him, whether it was the death of Emperor Yuan Jing or Xu Zisheng's resignation. It is a great joy for him to become an official. All the shackles that hindered him have disappeared. From now on, Dafeng will be the only one who dominates.

The first assistant Wang Wenzhen also looked at the Confucian Sage's carving knife infatuatedly. The old man's face and eyes were extremely complicated, with pleasure, sadness, emotion, and sadness. He was in a daze and did not move for a long time. He was probably thinking about his period. With the emperor's death, his career ended.

The ministers had complicated expressions and were unable to speak for a moment, immersed in the shocking news of the emperor's death.

Xu Zisheng committed regicide! In the 600 years since the founding of Dafeng, no emperor of Dafeng has ever been killed except for Emperor Wuzong, who was on the side of the Qing Dynasty and was eliminated along with the Hunjun.

Yuan Jing, or Joan of Arc, was the first Dafeng emperor to be executed in the history of Dafeng. What happened today will definitely leave a mark in the history books, even if thousands of years have passed, future generations will comment on this. When reading this piece of history, you will definitely enjoy it.

Starting from the 16th year of Yuanjing to the 37th year of Yuanjing, there will inevitably be the sacrifice of Wei Yuan, the destruction of 80,000 soldiers, the emperor who was addicted to monasticism in the history of Dafeng, and finally the Confucian sub-sage Xu Zisheng. , beheaded outside the capital.

When the princes were filled with emotion, they suddenly heard a burst of wailing. Looking around, they saw Zhang Xingying, the censor, holding on to the wall, crying with tears.

Members of the Wei Party had tears in their eyes, either lowering their heads to wipe them away or holding their heads high to prevent the tears from flowing down.

After a while, these powerful members of the Wei Party, including Zhang Xingying who lost his temper and cried bitterly, made a bold move in front of all parties. They straightened their clothes, bowed to the northeast, then turned around and faced the Yong'an Marquis Mansion. I bowed in the direction and couldn't get up for a long time.

In the Star Observation Tower and Bagua Tower, the prisoner in white clothes and white hair stood on the edge, looking into the void, looking at the awe-inspiring righteousness that filled the world, with a complicated expression on his face, and sighed.

"Hidden so deeply! If God doesn't give birth to me, Xu Zisheng, I will serve you forever like a long night!"

"Civil and martial arts are both first-class. No wonder you have been reluctant to step into the realm of super-class Confucian saints. It turns out that you want to break through both civil and military skills and become the first dual-system super-class in history. What a big ambition, what a terrifying qualification. !”

"Joan Arc thinks that he has good luck, and I will not touch him, nor can I touch him. Indeed, for a sorcerer, regicide is self-destruction. The higher the rank, the greater the backlash, whether it is a coward or a tyrant. , as long as you sit on the dragon throne for one day, you will be the king of a country. For other high-level practitioners, the fate of the emperor in the world is blessed, and the cause and effect of regicide is entangled, no one is forced to compete with him. .”

"Joan Arc was so confident that he thought everything was under control, but he never thought that he would meet such an unreasonable being as Xu Zisheng and die unjustly!"

Time always passes inadvertently. A month has passed since Xu Zisheng killed Emperor Joan of Arc. The remnants of Wei Yuan have also returned to the Kyoto city again. They have learned about Xu Zisheng's feat of killing the king in anger. I am extremely grateful.

Xu Qi'an looked at the majestic city in front of him, and a flash of shock flashed in his eyes. Father Xu was so powerful. He actually killed the emperor and his father. It was really satisfying.

"I don't know if my wife will be sad. After all, her father is dead. Should I seize the opportunity and send more warmth to her."

Xu Qian'an refers to the Princess Lin'an as the Princess Lin'an. He is worthy of being the King of the Sea. He never forgets his original intention. Every time he sees a beautiful woman, he will tease her a few times to make her a fish in his own fish pond.

Except for Princess Huaiqing, it's not that Xu Qi'an doesn't like this cold goddess, but because Princess Huaiqing is Xu Zisheng's fiancée, who he dares to covet.

Xu Zisheng took a deep breath and was about to enter Kyoto City. Suddenly, the surrounding space was distorted. A white-clothed warlock appeared in front of him. Everything around him lost its color and turned into black and white. It was so unreal that it made him feel uncomfortable. People feel extremely stunned.

Xu Qian lowered his head slowly and looked at his chest. A golden nail was inserted into it. Blood flowed across it, soaking his clothes. His eyes were full of shock.

This golden nail, with Buddhist inscriptions engraved on its surface, easily pierced Xu Qi'an's indestructible body and pierced his chest.

"Uhhhhh!"

Xu Qi'an let out heart-rending wails of pain, like killing a pig, the sound was high-pitched and harsh, making people frown.

"Don't scream, this is the first one!"

A gentle voice came, and the white-clothed warlock turned his hand, and eight golden nails were caught between his fingers. A cruel smile appeared on his face, and he comforted the frightened Xu Qian with evil intentions.

The white-clothed warlock twisted a nail again and slapped Xu Qian's head, poof! The nail penetrated Baihui point.

Xu Qi'an's miserable howl stopped abruptly, the golden light shining on the surface of his skin dissipated, and his indestructible body was broken and turned into flesh and blood again.

Xu Qi'an's aura suddenly dropped, and he became like an ordinary person. He was not as powerful as a fourth-grade martial artist, and looked weak and frail.

The first nail sealed the heart and blocked the transportation of Qi and blood. The second nail penetrates the Baihui point, sealing the Tianmen and blocking the flow of luck. Xu Qian's Qi, blood and energy were blocked at the same time, and his cultivation was sealed.

The most deadly thing is that these golden nails engraved with Buddhist inscriptions seem to have special harm to Monk Shenshu. When two nails penetrated the body, Monk Shenshu did not move at all and seemed to fall into silence.

The white-clothed warlock struck a decisive blow, blocking the warrior senses of Xu Qian and Monk Shenshu. He succeeded in sealing them with one strike. A smile appeared on his face. Things went as smoothly as he expected. He could finally retrieve the deposit. The Great Feng Guoyun in Xu Qian's body has been promoted to the first level of destiny.

The white-clothed warlock still had seven golden nails in his hand. He did not rush to insert them into Xu Qi'an's body. Instead, he looked up at Si Tianjian's Star Observation Tower. The white-clothed and white-haired warlock was being held by a lamb in his arms. The old man stopped in his tracks. It was Salun Agu, the great wizard of the Witch God Sect. He withdrew his gaze, looked down at Xu Qian, and smiled.

"Buddhism's colorless beads are indeed magical. If it weren't for the help of Buddhism this time, it would be very difficult for me to obtain them. I told them the whereabouts of Monk Shenshu in vain!"

The white-clothed warlock opened his palm, and a bead turned into powder. He blew lightly, and the powder flew away and fell to the ground. He reached out and lifted Xu Qian, and was about to leave this place.

Suddenly, a ray of clear energy shone, and Zhao Shou, the dean of Yunlu Academy, appeared, wearing a sub-sage Confucian crown on his head, holding a Confucian-sage carving knife in his hand, and shouted loudly.

"Teleportation is prohibited here!"

The white-clothed warlock's figure flashed slightly, his brows furrowed, his eyes shining brightly, with a somewhat disdainful smile on his lips. He suddenly grabbed Xu Qi'an tightly, and an invisible force emerged, breaking the words and disappearing. In place.

Zhao Shou was not surprised. The opponent was stronger than him. Even with the help of the saint's treasure, he was no match. He immediately shouted again.

"Follow me like a shadow!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Shou's figure also disappeared from the spot and chased after the white-clothed warlock, his expression solemn and worried.

"No physical contact here!"

Zhao Shou's figure emerged, looking at the white-clothed warlock not far away. The Confucian Sage carving knife in his hand shone brightly again. An invisible force surged, changing the surrounding laws of heaven and earth, and separated the white-clothed warlock and Xu Qian.

"Retreat a hundred miles!"

The sub-sage Confucian crown above Zhao Shou shone brightly, shrouding him and forcibly raising his strength to the level of a second-grade Confucian. He once again waved the Confucian Sage carving knife in his hand and forcibly teleported the white-clothed warlock out of the land of a hundred miles.

Xu Qian breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved. He wished he could get into Zhao Shou's arms immediately and call out "Dad Zhao". Sure enough, he was naturally handsome, kind and lovely. Even without Dad Wei, there were other fathers who loved him.

But the next moment, the figure of the white-robed warlock appeared next to Xu Qian again, his whole body shrouded in white mist, and his appearance could not be seen clearly, but people could still feel the disdain on his face.

"Why are you back?"

Xu Qian's heart suddenly rose, and he looked at the reappearing figure with an ugly face, and asked in disbelief.

"Of course I walked back!"

The white-clothed warlock seemed to have a very gentle attitude and answered Xu Qi'an's questions in an approachable manner.

The white-clothed warlock's hands were not idle, and a Bagua formation emerged under his feet. He stood on the wind gate, shining with light, and was about to activate the formation to take Xu Qi'an away.

Zhao Shou's expression condensed, his eyes narrowed slightly, with a sharp gaze, the saint's treasure shone brightly again, and he shouted loudly.

"Draw the ground as a prison!"

A huge amount of Qing Qi fell from the sky, tightly binding Xu Qi'an in place, making the Bagua array return in vain and unable to take him away at all.

The white-clothed warlock frowned slightly, with a bit of impatience on his face. His eyes flickered slightly, a sharp light appeared, he snorted and said angrily.

"In that case, I will play with you!"

The white-clothed warlock stepped down, and formations appeared out of thin air, covering Zhao Shou. These formations are all different, some are intertwined with lightning, some are shrouded in mist, some are sharp and powerful, and some are blazing with flames, but they are perfectly integrated into one formation. They appeared at Zhao Shou's feet at the same time and worked together to strangle him.

Clear light fell from the Confucian crown on Zhao Shou's head, and the aura of awe-inspiring power protected his body. He raised his finger and carved a Buddhist inscription in the void. The Buddhist inscription blended into his body. In an instant, a bit of golden paint bloomed, forming an indestructible body.

The Confucian practice system is really too rogue. As long as they have the means and supernatural powers that they have seen, they can use words and deeds to do whatever they want without being unreasonable.

At the same time, Zhao Shou stepped on his feet and imitated the method of the white-clothed warlock. Formation patterns emerged from his feet and turned into countless formations, covering the white-clothed warlock.

After all, the white-robed warlock is an expert at playing with formations. How could he be trapped by the formation? With a flick of his sleeve, the formation was broken effortlessly.

The white-clothed warlock knew that if he didn't act sincerely, he might not be able to do anything to Zhao Shou, a great scholar, so he calmly took off the sachet from his waist and opened it.

In an instant, pieces of magic weapons flew out as if they cost nothing. Cannons were arranged one after another, crossbows fell to the ground one by one, and magical weapons, firecrackers and military crossbows floated in the air. Their targets were all aimed at Zhao Shou.

In addition, there are swords that are as sharp as clay and are flying through the air, and other magic weapons with strange effects, such as ropes used for restraints, bronze mirrors that shock the soul, and bronze bells used for sealing. , densely packed in the void, all aimed at Zhao Shou.

"Warlocks are indeed wealthy people. This is just a waste of money. In comparison, martial arts are more suitable for me, who is poor!"

Xu Qi'an did not forget to laugh at himself at this time. In fact, martial arts training consumes a lot of money. In order to train him, his second uncle Xu Zhiping spent at least one hundred taels of silver every year, but compared to the warlock, it is nothing to mention. These weapons floating in the air, Which one is not worth a thousand and eight hundred taels of silver.

The artillery roared, the crossbow bolts pierced the air, and the void shook. The white-clothed warlock calmly inserted a golden nail into Xu Qian's body again, causing him to distort his face and let out a wail.

"ah!"

"Why did you put Da Feng Guoyun into my body?!"

Xu Qi'an is not a fool. He has found many clues and deduced most of the truth of the matter.

"Yunzhou is your base camp, right? Why didn't you take action in the first place?"

The white-clothed warlock is not surprised that Xu Qi'an knows this. Xu Qi'an has repeatedly solved major cases. If he is not aware of this, he will be disappointed.

"The sealed object under Sangbo is in your body. If I want to extract the luck from your body, I have to face him. This demon monk is not an ordinary person. Even I can't seal him. So I went to the Western Regions. Tell the Buddhists the news that the god is in your body, and they will happily lend me the most precious demon-sealing nail."

Only monks can deal with monks. The white-robed warlock was able to subdue Xu Qian and Monk Shenshu so easily because he relied on the Buddhist treasure to easily break the indestructible body of Vajra and seal Monk Shenshu.