Chapter 2743: Shang Qing Xuan Chen

"Such big talk, Little Zheyue!"

"Even your imperial elder brother might not dare to speak like this."

"He has three thousand beauties in his harem, but they are all as useless as children. He has millions of armored soldiers under his command, but he doesn't know who is truly loyal to me."

"Instead, you, this little sparrow who has left home, are you taking pride in bullying a few people?"

From the side, Raksha Mingyuejing made a "tsk" sound, full of disdain:

"If you and I fight one-on-one, I will break that saber within ten moves!"

Her voice seemed to have many colors, constantly shifting.

With just a few words, she was suddenly happy, suddenly sad, a hundred emotions surging.

And no matter what emotion, what voice, it made people's blood pound!

Zhongshan Weiri, who was constantly purifying himself with Nanming Lihuo, suddenly thought that facing such an opponent of extreme worldly desire, it would probably be most suitable to refine and kill the "Bitter Sea Forever Sink Desire Demon Skill" and suppress the demon of extreme emotion and desire, Jiang Zhenjun.

Could this be the reason why Raksha Mingyuejing avoided and retreated from Zhen Jiang Zhenjun before?

Then he saw that on the cold edge of the Han Yue Chan Qiu, colors suddenly mottled, as if years had invaded and fog had eroded, growing out a lot of rust!

This rust color made Zhongshan Weiri feel as if his own Dao body was also pitted, about to decay and collapse, and he involuntarily immediately averted his gaze—

Cao Yuqian was right, he was indeed not qualified to intervene in this fight, he couldn't even beat the drums, and observing was also dangerous.

Of course, this didn't hinder him from cursing out loud to express his loyalty:

"My imperial home doesn't rely on wives and children, always taking the lead in storms with a saber. Killing demon lords and fighting transcendence, everything is for the country first. How can you, this vulgar powder, understand!"

As soon as these words were inserted, the colored light in front of him immediately blurred, and he hurriedly closed his eyes again.

Instead, Princess Zheyue was not in a hurry to defend her imperial brother. She only used her joined fingers to wipe the narrow saber, and suddenly the cold edge was like snow again, scattering frosty radiance:

"Raksha Mingyuejing, is your skill so exhausted?"

She raised her saber and rushed into the river of colors that flowed like lava. Her long cloak fluttered with the edge, cutting through the drifting space.

"Mere Three Point Fragrance Pavilion, a place of flowers and willows, people of flesh and blood, dare to plot against the military court, and extravagantly use Great Jing as stairs! Today I shall behead you, sacrifice this saber with blood, and add merit to myself!"

Black was her cloak, white was her saber light, and the Dao principles manifesting in the river of colors, whether dragon or tiger, were all coldly swept over by her and dissolved in this world.

In this strange land of strange light and strange world, she walked only in a straight line, yet she was already rapidly approaching!

Raksha Mingyuejing only manifested as a human shape gathered from colors, yet she was extremely enchanting, depicting all the colors of the world.

She shook off Cao Yuqian's martial intent lock, forced back Zhongshan Yanwen's god-killing spear edge, and countered Song Huai's Dao principles in the same shadow-like manner, yet she heard a voice and laughed again:

"Is this not locking me?"

Among the thick ink and heavy colors, an armored human shape manifested.

Although the brushstrokes were somewhat exaggerated, Gong Xiyan's appearance could still be seen.

Then this Gong Xiyan, pieced together with colors, faced Tang Wenxue head-on and laughed strangely:

"Little Zheyue, you don't have the patience to pluck flowers! You don't understand wind and flowers like this, there's no interest, how can you keep your own man?"

"No one in the world belongs to me, and I don't belong to anyone. The scenery of the human world, I look if I am happy, I walk away if I am not happy. What is called 'my own man'?"

Tang Wenxue stepped on the face of this shape with one foot, easily crushing it, and the person disappeared with scattered points of color.

Again, a cold edge cut open the colorful drifting band in front of Raksha Mingyuejing, and Tang Wenxue charged out with a saber:

"It's in vain that you've cultivated to this point, your whole life is spent pleasing others, a vine without a bone, a body like floating weeds, entertaining people with color, how pitiful—catch you!"

"No, no, no—" Raksha Mingyuejing raised her hand and wiped, large pieces of color blocks smeared in front of her body space like cake paste, actually smearing Tang Wenxue's vision full, making her see and feel everything upside down and confused, all colors.

Tang Wenxue lightly twisted the Han Yue Chan Qiu, cold light shone out, and then it divided again into black and white. But Raksha Mingyuejing's colorful human shape had already become distant again.

"Today I am at the gate of transcendence, and you are still entangled in male-female love. You yourself are proof that my Dao is higher than yours!" "You can be cheap with flesh. I naturally want to call you a yellow-faced woman in return. The scattered idle words in the world are originally no different. Everyone has something to say, it's nothing more than whose saber is faster, whose fist is heavier—" Raksha Mingyuejing laughed lightly:

"If it weren't for so many people... let's see how this sister slaps you!"

"Little Zheyue, do you know—"

She stopped halfway through her words and then scolded angrily:

"Song Huai, what kind of crazy disease are you having! Your disciple Chen Suan was not killed by me! Bearing the consumption of your Dao root, not caring for your old body, do you want to die now?"

Song Huai chased after her with big strides, his fist against her palm, exciting ten thousand streaks of electric light, making the colors surrounding their bodies all flicker!

"You want me to let you go? Fine! Prove to me that he wasn't killed by you! Tell me who killed him!"

The current Penglai Palm Master is unparalleled in the world with dust-killing techniques, and unmatched in the world with thunder methods. As the Eastern Heavenly Master Song Huai, controlling thunder is also an old profession. At this moment, he was closely pursuing Raksha Mingyuejing, a strip of thunder snake entangled his body, constantly crushing the approaching colors.

His fist was like a comet falling from the sky, anticipating the enemy's position every time, constantly twisting and killing Raksha Mingyuejing's maneuver space:

"Hand over the person you can't bring, then accept death!"

Zizi la!

The electric light flashed instantly, suddenly expanding.

But behold, streaks of thunder light pillars rose in the colorful world.

Intense, as if in the middle of fighting the electric light itself, one by one golden yellow stars jumped out...

The Shangqing Qi is "Yuan Huang", the Yuqing Qi is "Shi Qing", and the Taiqing Qi is "Xuan Bai".

This is Song Huai's Dao quality, named Shangqing Xuanchen!

Holding the Shangqing Qi, residing in the main palace of the star cluster. This is a road different from previous people.

At this time, these Dao qualities were like jade beads splashing, with crisp sounds and voices, pushed out by him without loss, suspended high above, like stars all over the sky.

This is to fix the wind and fire, to constantly make the sun and moon. It announces an unchangeable order, solidifying the battlefield world spread out by Tang Wenxue to a near eternal fixed state. This is to thoroughly lock down Raksha Mingyuejing and wipe out all possibilities for her to escape.

Moreover, as the master of the star domain, he is now using his Dao quality as suspended stars to strongly calculate Raksha Mingyuejing. He is betting on a victory in a battle thousands of miles away, paying attention to every inch - this is already exhausting all means, a situation where life and death must be decided!

The Eastern Heavenly Master has always maintained the posture of a high cultivator in all Dao sects, always gentle and firm, with a needle hidden in cotton. It is extremely rare for him to display such a fierce stance, fist to flesh, bones striking thunder, not fearing life and death.

It can be seen that Chen Suan's death really touched his reverse scale.

Zhongshan Weiri felt a sense of sorrow in his heart.

The Eastern Heavenly Master raised the grown-up Chen Suan with one hand and cultivated him into a talent. When Chen Suan first entered prison, he helped him secure the position of Great Jing Chief Censor. Although he was not completely satisfied with Chen Suan losing this position himself, he still grudgingly went to Du E Peak to help his disciple save people, and indeed got Chu Country to agree to lend a hand - although in the end he didn't save him.

After Chen Suan was released from prison, he supported him again as "Taiyi Zhenren".

For Chen Suan, he fought fiercely in the main hall, acted barbarically on Penglai Island, and openly criticized and satirized the emperor's party in Heavenly Capital City who wanted Chen Suan to destroy the rules of Tai Xu...

It can be said that he poured all his heart and effort into cultivating this direct disciple.

Zhongshan Weiri asked himself, even his own grandfather would not do more for him than this - the Eastern Heavenly Master still didn't hit his child.

It is said that Chen Suan relied on his own cleverness as a child, was not very obedient, very naughty, and often teased his senior brothers. The Eastern Heavenly Master, unlike Zhongshan Yanwen who played with sabers and spears, only taught him to play chess to slowly grind his temper.

Now that Chen Suan has died miserably, how can he not be angry?

Grasping the fragments of the hairpin in his hand, almost embedding them in his flesh, Zhongshan Weiri murmured in his heart:

"Chen Suan, did you see? What kind of changes will happen in this world because of you. How far can the people who care about you go for you."

Just at this moment, there was a banging sound on his forehead, as if someone was knocking on a door.

Several peak battlefields do not exist in the real world. If a battle were to truly unfold and be fought to the death in Sheng Country, with a combined slaughter of a saint, by the time the battle was finished, Sheng Country would be almost...

Or even if Sheng Country paid a painful blood price, opened a protective great array to resist, and endured with its national soil as a battlefield, it would still be difficult to stop Raksha Mingyuejing from escaping, and it would be easier for people to interfere. But this siege-slaughter-a-saint war cannot get Raksha Mingyuejing's cooperation to find a place outside the heavens to fight again.

The outbreak of this battle was due to Zhongshan Weiri dragging Bian Qiong's Yuan Shen into his prison, and Raksha Mingyuejing's colors invading the blood moon, directly killing into his divine ability.

It was not by chance that Song Huai made a move to divide yin and yang, forcing out Raksha Mingyuejing's true body; Zhongshan Yanwen descended from the sky to fix time and space, reversing heaven and earth; Tang Wenxue, borrowing the form of the moon, directly opened a small world, creating a battlefield for slaughtering a saint, and also trapping and locking Raksha Mingyuejing in prison.

And the entrance to this battlefield just happened to be in Xiyue Garden, maintained within that point of divine ability light above Zhongshan Weiri.

The so-called suspending Sumeru on a mustard seed is just like this.

If someone were to overlook the Xiyue Garden at this moment, they would actually only see Zhongshan Weiri and Bian Qiong, that imprisoned Extreme Bliss Yuan Shen.

According to the reasoning, with Sheng Country's King Xun holding the flag and waiting by the side, Xiyue Garden should have been designated as a forbidden area by now. How could there still be disturbances?

Zhongshan Weiri suddenly woke up.

Then he saw a close-up of a large face. Eagle eyes and a high nose, with an eager expression. His short beard was carefully trimmed, very obedient and meticulous, making him still have that hint of "elegance".

"He still looks like a human, and he still knows how to tidy himself up when he goes out. This is not something a human does!"

"We're slaughtering a saint here! Why are you here?"

That "knocking door" sound was exactly Zhong Liyan knocking on his forehead.

"Cough! That..."

Master Zhong Li gasped for breath, his forehead still forcing out a few drops of turbid sweat to show how worried he was about his brother, how his heart was anxious like burning - although Dou Zhao's single saber strike brought him here, he didn't even lift his foot throughout the whole process.

He gasped enough and squeezed out a look of concern on his face, sincerely looking into Zhongshan Weiri's eyes full of doubt:

"Brother, you suddenly lost contact, I was afraid something happened to you, so I specially came to see you."

With his awareness, of course, he immediately discovered Bian Qiong's state upon landing. For a moment, he was also a little surprised, not expecting Zhao Tie Zhu to be so ruthless and hateful. He lifted his finger and pointed at the Extreme Bliss Yuan Shen suspended in the air, very carefully considering Zhongshan Weiri's mood, and said carefully:

"Although she may not have done everything right, it's not a crime worthy of death. You two don't even have a marriage contract after all, and everything is still free to discuss. Shouldn't we... plan for the long term?"

This point of care was indeed genuine.

Although he initially only wanted to come and watch the excitement, at most he just wanted to see how Hu Yan Jingxuan was painfully scolded and how Zhongshan Weiri was violently beaten, he didn't really want to see this guy cause a death.

Publicly killing a Mu Country envoy by force would have too much influence...

It was very possible to bury Zhongshan Weiri's future!

Although the Eagle Yang Mansion is just a branch of the Zhongshan family, Zhongshan Weiri's position is extremely stable. But even with a strong family foundation, it can't withstand repeated defeats. Zhongshan Yanwen is a peak ten-thousand-year expert after all. If this grandson really can't be supported, it's not impossible to wait for the next generation of grandsons.

He and Zhao Tie Zhu had only just met. Their impression of Zhongshan Weiri was still stuck at the last Du E Peak. This boy was reckless and insisted on saving Long Bo Ji. He had no plan to save people. He deceived Jiang Wang, angered Huang She Li, and lost Zhongshan Yanwen's possibility of transcendence in a short time - in short, he was a fool.

He usually looked warm, gentle, and elegant, like reading books, but when his head got hot, he completely disregarded the consequences. For a small matter of men and women, a small grievance, a small love, he directly killed the Mu Country envoy by force in Sheng Country. This is something Zhongshan Weiri would do.

Although Zhong Liyan didn't have deep feelings for his sworn brother, seeing the other party jump into the fire pit with his own eyes, he was still willing to reach out and pull him.

Zhongshan Weiri listened with a confused look on his face.

What marriage contract and no marriage contract.

This old man is here to kill people!

Are you giving you a ghost marriage?

But before he could even open his mouth, his body suddenly shook, and he continuously retreated several steps. His divine ability light, which belonged to him, extinguished like a firefly.

A terrifying aura that he could not suppress at all, like a flood, burst out from a point of mustard seed and flowed in all directions.

The next moment, the Eastern Heavenly Master Song Huai spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and flew out! All the thunder snakes on his body were shaken loose and turned into electric light, making a zizi sound in the air. Time and space shook violently, emitting a sound like a bowstring snapping, a fierce sound like the ending of a battle-breaking melody. The small world arranged by Princess Zheyue to create a peak battlefield... was broken by the bombardment!!

Large pieces of colors leaked out from the cracks in time and space, flowing like lava in the ground fissures, dyeing the entire sky.

Raksha Mingyuejing wants to run!

Zhongshan Weiri knew something was wrong in his heart, his scalp was numb, and he instinctively shouted: "Huang She Li!"

In order to successfully siege and kill Raksha Mingyuejing and let the people of the world see the end of plotting against Jing and the trouble of slaughtering saints and absolute eternals, Jing Country deployed more than just three True Monarchs.

The people of Jing Country worship dialogue through force and are not accustomed to placing their hopes on others - they don't count on Song Huai, who holds a high position, to have the determination to fight to the death, and they certainly don't count on Sheng Country's Li Yuanshe to be how sensible.

These war powers can be used, but they are not relied on for victory or defeat.

So, there is still a backup plan!

Given Zhongshan Weiri and Huang She Li's childhood friendship, he naturally didn't fail to communicate with Huang She Li in this heaven-shattering action. No matter how secretive the matter became, Huang She Li was also a core figure in the military court empire.

Already at the peak, she was even that one untapped card. It was to give this action more possibility and existence of fault tolerance.

When Zhongshan Weiri landed in Sheng Country, she was just using the excuse of talking business, leaving only a Dharma image on Guan He Terrace, her true body sitting in Wan Hua Palace, observing in front of a mirror, ready to make a move at any time.

Her reaction was naturally faster than Zhongshan Weiri's. Before Zhongshan Weiri could speak, she had already transformed from a wisp of breeze brushing past the hanging willows, stretched out her hand and remotely pressed this place, wanting to reverse time, wanting to push Raksha Mingyuejing back to the moment before she escaped.

But suddenly the colors intensified!

That signature yellow cloak was dyed into dazzling colors at this moment. The mottled colors seemed like a scroll of color curtain, rolling Huang She Li into an infinite stack of colored paintings—

Floating in the air, in those intense colors, Huang She Li's vigorous figure like a cheetah could still be seen, full of tension as she flew and leaped.

Although this figure painting was too vivid and the spiritual light penetrated the color, it was very obvious that she was about to break through this painting immediately. But after all, it also created time for Raksha Mingyuejing.

That colored human shape had already stepped out of the river of colors and truly manifested in the sky of Sheng Country.

Suddenly, a sinister flag banner rolled in, and tens of thousands of miles of thick clouds actually covered the sky.

A big hand condensed from colors, like a five-fingered mountain, suddenly fanned past!

"Zheyue and Song Huai can't keep me, can you, Li Yuanshe?! Think carefully! If you dare to block me now, I will definitely cover this country one day! Get lost!"

It's unknown how much effect these words had.

Only a loud bang was heard, and then the clouds parted and the sky light penetrated.

Li Yuanshe and the banner were both struck back.

Intense colors penetrated the clouds and went far away.

Zhongshan Weiri looked at all this with a sense of defeat, yet he saw the soldiers' qi and blood rising like wolf smoke, and Zhong Liyan raised Nan Yue and flew high—

Even faster than this monarch, a flash of bright gold color appeared in the heaven light that penetrated the thick clouds!

Zhongshan Weiri's ears were in pain from the knowledge he received, and he heard Raksha Mingyuejing's muffled groan—

"My grudge with Chu Country is over! Dou Zhao, don't be ignorant of good and evil!"

It was as if a wisp of saber light cut off Zhongshan Weiri's ear.

In the painful, near-numb feeling, he heard that profound, arrogant, unbridled voice, as if engraving words in his ear with the tip of a saber, making him unforgettable in this life—

"Since the grudge is over, then don't talk about good and evil with me again—die!"

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