Witch Wind

Chapter 150: Pressure on Dongyun (Part )

The golden light passed over the altar that Yamatai had just set up.

Tens of thousands of shrine priests and shrine maidens could not see Xing Tianli's movements at all, and had no time to escape.

The eighteen celestial ghost generals and the one hundred and eight earthly ghost generals roared in unison. They could not catch up with Xing Tianli, so they set up evil clouds and dark winds, and rushed to the altar with raging phosphorous fire.

Under the activation of the powerful Ghost King's magic, evil ghosts, who were several feet or even dozens of feet tall, with bodies made of steel and iron, extremely ferocious faces, wearing heavy armor of the Qin Dynasty and holding long spears and heavy halberds, shouted in unison, and the Ten Thousand Ghosts Array was activated. Dark winds filled the sky, and it was like pieces of iron plates flying in the air, just like using a fly swatter to swatter a fly. Large groups of priests and witches were crushed to pieces.

These priests and priestesses of the Penglai Shrine practice the evil magic inherited from the Yamatai, and their spirits are much more powerful than ordinary people.

These ghost generals and ghost commanders took a deep breath, and large numbers of ghosts let out sharp cries and were instantly eaten up by them.

Tens of thousands of priests and witches, more or less, all controlled three or five Qinjia evil ghosts. At this moment, these priests and witches were killed, and the nearly one million Qinjia evil ghosts they controlled were all freed. They held various weapons in their hands, formed a military formation in the air, shouted and saluted these ghost generals, and then followed behind them.

The huge army was so powerful that it swept through the deserted Black Dragon City, stirring up a dark aura, and arrived at the Black Dragon Platform in an instant.

'boom'!
Amidst a loud bang, a few hot-tempered ghost generals swung their weapons, and the towering walls of Black Dragon Terrace were blasted into pieces.

The energy released by Shang Yang's standing tree collided with the huge army of evil spirits, and bursts of thunder continued to erupt, as if tens of millions of war drums were beaten by strong men, shaking half of the Black Dragon City slightly.

Xing Tianli had already withstood the might of Shang Yang's standing tree and rushed to the front of the court hall.

At the entrance of the hall, countless bodies were lying in all directions, some were from Dongyun, some were from the Aimee Federation, and some were from Zhu Ming's elite. Some Zhu Ming's elite were bombarded by Shang Yang's mighty power, but they didn't die on the spot. They were curled up on the ground with their limbs torn apart, crying and screaming, and their scene was horrible.

Xing Tianli walked into the court hall step by step, stepping on the blood-stained ground.

The tree erected by Shang Yang emitted a dazzling light, and the vigorous and powerful voice became louder and louder.

The purple robe on Xing Tianli's body released pieces of purple air, blocking the might of Shang Yang's standing tree. Facing the scouring of Shang Yang's standing tree like a flood, pieces of purple air continued to flow out of the purple robe, and were quickly shattered.

The purple Taoist robe moved without wind, and a corner of the robe was entangled around the towering bamboo in a very sad way.

Xing Tianli had an inexplicable feeling that he was like a scumbag father. He raised a pair of twin boys and girls with his own hands, but he only favored the extroverted and unrestrained son. He seemed to have neglected the low-key and gentle daughter.

With a dry cough, Xing Tianli hurriedly injected the wisp of merit power hidden in the small cauldron of his heart, which he had originally prepared for later use, into the purple ribbon Taoist robe. Then, the purple ribbon Taoist robe was covered with a faint golden light, and He, like the Tongtian Miaozhu, began to transform in essence.

Feeling the joy and excitement coming from Zishou Daoyi, Xing Tianli coughed lightly and raised the Tongtian Miaozhu in his hand. After a moment of hesitation, he looked at Shang Yang standing on the tree and sighed quietly: "After all, it is what we learned in history textbooks. It is not reasonable to hurt you. As the saying goes, divine objects have spirits. I have come to the Dongyun royal family to settle the grudge for my father's murder."

"You, please make way?" Xing Tianli bowed to Shang Yang Limu very seriously.

Shang Yang stood motionless, countless digital traces constantly appearing and surging on the blue-gray wooden stake. The majestic energy condensed into a transparent Qin sword, which slashed down towards Xing Tianli with a sharp tearing sound.

Xing Tianli sighed lightly, and rolled up his purple Taoist robe. A large amount of purple air rose up and turned into a canopy, which firmly supported the sword shadow with extremely powerful force and infinite kingly majesty.

"You should protect the Great Qin, not the prodigal son Hu Hai who betrayed China and established the Dongyun pseudo-dynasty!" Xing Tianli resisted Shang Yang's attack while negotiating in a friendly voice: "Do you think this is the truth? I know that you are a spiritual being. Don't you think it is an insult to you to be controlled by a group of short people who are only four feet tall?"

The sword shadow that was flying and slashing in front of Xing Tianli suddenly stopped.

Xing Tianli smiled slightly.

Ying Zhe's face suddenly changed. He hardened his heart, bit his tongue, and sprayed a mouthful of blood far away, mixed with a curse, sprayed on Shang Yang's standing tree: "Baby, don't mislead me."

Shang Yang raised the stake with a roar, and the wooden stake glowed with light. Not only was there the shadow of Qin Jian, but also shadows of shackles, chains, beheading axes, and other instruments of torture. Waves of the power of kingly punishment and confinement gushed out, gradually enveloping Xing Tianli.

Xing Tianli sighed deeply again.

He shook the bamboo in his hand, and millions of extremely fine sword beams circled around his body, slicing the approaching shadows of torture instruments into pieces. He shouted sternly: "If you don't listen to me anymore, don't blame me for being rude and rude to you."

Xing Tianli let out a long roar, and the sword light in the sky suddenly condensed.

The "Infinite Sword Sutra" is extremely powerful, and the sword light is divided into millions. With Xing Tianli's current strength, he can only swing out millions of sword beams at the same time, but he cannot unify the millions of sword beams into one and control the power of millions of swords with one sword.

However, the "Infinite Sword Sutra" is magnificent and mysterious, and naturally takes into account the reality that practitioners' cultivation is not enough.

Millions of sword lights divided in all directions, Tai Chi turned into two opposites, the two opposites divided into four phases, the four phases turned into eight trigrams... from them gradually evolved into various strange phenomena such as earth, water, fire, wind, mountains, rivers and hills. Xing Tianli, with his own strength and millions of sword lights, set up a sword formation with rising sword energy and infinite mystery.

Sword formation, sword formation, sword formation!

The sword formation was running, the sword lights were responding, and the moment the sword formation took shape, the power of each of the millions of sword beams swung out by Xing Tianli was increased by more than three times with the help of the power of the sword formation!
Such a sword formation!

Such swordsmanship!

Even though these sword lights were swung by Xing Tianli himself, and even though this sword formation was entirely composed of him alone, facing the sword formation whose power suddenly increased, Xing Tianli felt a chill all over his body. Strands of sword light circled around his body with piercing screams, almost shaving off all his long hair.

As the sword intent surged, Xing Tianli's internal organs, bones, meridians, and even his blood were infected by a strong and unparalleled sword intent. His entire body, every hair, every strand of hair, every muscle, every bone, and every drop of blood, all gushed out infinite sword rhythm.

His five internal organs were emitting sharp sword lights, like five huge abysses, which were filled with countless sword weapons, and were hysterically spewing out a mighty torrent of sword power that was enough to destroy everything.

'Buzz'!
The sword formation wrapped around Shang Yang's standing tree.

Ying Zhe forced himself to vomit blood, and the blood mark attached to Shang Yang's standing tree was destroyed by Xing Tianli's sword intent. Ying Zhe spat out a mouthful of old blood, and with a "quack" he collapsed to the ground, his face pale and unable to move.

The smooth surface of Shang Yang's standing tree was making a continuous "hissing" sound. Although the sword light did not really fall, the sword intent had already damaged the wooden stake so much that it was covered with scratches, as if millions of naughty children were holding razors and randomly cutting it again and again.

Shang Yang's vigorous and powerful recitation came to an abrupt halt.

The next moment, Shang Yang's standing tree shook slightly. On the palace wall of the Black Dragon Terrace, the top of the palace gate tower, which had been destroyed by several ghost generals and had collapsed for the most part, suddenly appeared. A burly young man wearing a black royal robe with dark gold dragon patterns, a tall crown on his head, a jade belt around his waist, and an extremely tall Qin sword that was six feet long hanging around his waist.

The young man was of sturdy build and handsome face, with a high nose bridge and slightly sunken eye sockets. His eyes shone with a fierce blue light, and when he opened and closed them, the low sound of the sea tide could be heard from the several acres around him.

As the mist rose, a black dragon with a murderous aura and strong killing intent surged into the sky behind the young man. The black dragon exhaled and let out an extremely high-pitched dragon roar towards Shang Yang Limu.

With a roar, Shang Yang's tree soared into the air, turned into a ray of light, and flew directly in front of the young man in black robe. The young man grabbed the Shang Yang's tree, which had shrunk to its size, with his right hand.

The young man stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Xing Tianli from afar.

Xing Tianli turned around, and the sword formation around him slowly rotated. In the flashing sword light, half of the Dongyun Court Hall was rolled into powder.

He looked at the young man in black and asked coldly, "Gu Sanjia?"

The young man in black smiled and said, "Daqin, walking in Jiazi, Yingwu. What's your name?"

Behind Ying Wu, the black dragon that was tumbling in the rising mist suddenly opened its eyes wide, and its two blood-red dragon eyes flashed with fierce light, and it glared fiercely at Xing Tianli.

The Five Elements Witch Blood in Xing Tianli's body heated up slightly. The sword rang loudly, and boundless sharpness surged. A sword shadow that was a thousand feet long crossed the sky and slashed towards the void. Ying Wu groaned, and two thin strands of blood flowed from his nose. In the mist behind him, the black dragon with a ferocious face froze all over, let out a mournful cry, and plunged into the water vapor and disappeared without a trace.

"Hey, kid, you can't see where you came from?" Ying Wu pointed at Xing Tianli and said, "The relics of Shang Gong cannot be damaged by outsiders. You actually dared to damage Shang Gong's relics. It is certainly the incompetence of Hu Hai's grandchildren, but it is also your fault."

"You take care of this bunch of trash first. We will settle the score for your damage to Lord Shang's treasure later."

Ying Wu laughed strangely and pointed at Ying Zhe who was slumped on the ground in the hall. Along with the sound of rolling water waves, a chariot towed by two black pythons with horns descended from the sky. Dozens of burly soldiers wearing Qin armor and holding long spears standing on the chariot sang in unison. Ying Wu strode onto the chariot. As the chariot spun, it rushed into the sky accompanied by the sharp roars of the two pythons.

A few wisps of black clouds appeared out of nowhere, accompanied by low thunder, and swept the carriage straight to the north, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

A wisp of black cloud lingered above the Black Dragon Platform. With a loud bang, a bolt of lightning struck, shattering the remaining half of the court hall. Flashing electric sparks flowed across the ground, leaving two huge small seal characters for "waste" on the hard gold bricks.

Ying Zhe, Ying E, and many members of the Dongyun royal family, the heads of the Beihe and Nanshan families, and a group of elders, when they saw the word "waste", they couldn't help but spit out blood and cursed at the top of their lungs.

This is the evaluation of the descendants of the three ancient Qin families on the branch of Qin II Hu Hai.

Perhaps it is precisely because of Ying Wu's special identity that Ying Zhe and others cannot accept this comment.

However, Ying Wu had already run far away. No matter how helpless and angry Ying Zhe and others were, they could only yell and curse here, but could not hurt Ying Wu in the slightest.

Xing Tianli walked step by step into the ruins of the court hall.

He stepped over the two huge words "waste" that had thin flashes of electricity on them.

He even paused on purpose at these two big characters, intentionally letting Ying Zhe and other Dongyun people present to look at him, and forced them to "appreciate" the huge word "waste" again.

"This Ying Wu is not very polite." Xing Tianli smiled and bowed to Ying Zhe and others: "However, I still agree with his evaluation of you. Wow, look at this war, it's really a mess."

"You bunch of rubbish, now that you have the military assistance of the Aimee Federation, how did you turn this battle, which you are sure to win, into this?"

Ying Zhe's face was pale and he was speechless.

Ying E was jumping around like crazy, yelling at the top of his lungs, "What do you know? Those sacrifices were all worthy deaths. For the sake of the dynasty, the death of a few untouchables is nothing."

Xing Tianli raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Is that so? Then do you know that your Saint Queen has a little person in her body, and those old ghosts directly slaughtered hundreds of millions of people in and outside Black Dragon City?"

"Although I don't have a good impression of you Dongyun people, I always thought that the best Dongyun people are dead, right? But think about it, these Dongyun people were killed by the Holy Queen they believed in and worshipped. Tsk, it's really not worth dying. Your Holy Queen is so cruel, tsk, tsk, as expected, the country of beasts has such character."

An angry curse came from the side.

I heard from Xing Tianli that all the people of Dongyun inside and outside the Black Dragon City were killed?

Inexplicably, these Dongyun nobles believed Xing Tianli's words unconditionally - they knew very well that the Holy Lord they worshipped was really capable of doing such a thing.

But, the untouchables outside the Black Dragon City are nothing more than animals and leeks, just die and die, right?
But, the people of Dongyun in Black Dragon City.

Two old nobles wearing Wu-woven hunting robes and tall crowns jumped out in rage, drew their swords from their waists, roared, and slashed at Xing Tianli.

"How is it possible? We have so many clansmen!" The two old nobles' eyes were red and tears kept falling from their corners.

Are all the people inside and outside Black Dragon City dead?
Doesn't that mean that all their clansmen in Black Dragon City are dead as well?
You must know that those who are qualified to live in Black Dragon City are all the top nobles in Dongyun. These nobles have many descendants and countless clansmen, and only the most core direct clansmen, those most important clansmen who hold real power, can live in Black Dragon City.

Even their family retainers in Black Dragon City, such as the owner of a store or the manager of a mine, are all carefully selected elites. They are the core backbone that maintains the operation of the entire family.

Now, all these people are dead?

Eighty to ninety percent of the family elites are gone, and the entire family can almost be said to be in decline.

They did not dare to hate the Holy Lord who caused all this, so they vented all their anger on Xing Tianli.

Around them, a sword formation covering an area of ​​several feet spun, and the two "brave" old nobles disappeared silently, vanishing into thin air, their souls shattered, and not a trace of residue was left.

All around, many Dongyun nobles shouted together.

Dozens of Dongyun nobles, who were proud of their bravery, drew their swords and charged forward with loud roars.

Xing Tianli stood there motionless, allowing these Dongyun nobles to charge towards him like wild boars. The sword formation just spun, and dozens of people were cut into the tiniest particles.

The speed of the sword's flying was too fast. When these people were cut into tiny particles, the high temperature caused by the friction of the sword and the air instantly turned them into carbon powder, which was then ignited. As a result, large sparks splashed in the air, just like dozens of huge fireworks.

"You guys, haha!"

Xing Tianli didn't want to waste any more time. Yamatai had already escaped. Who knew when she would come back with her old lover?

The sword formation was suddenly released outwards, with chilly air and rising sword lights. Inside the huge hall, there were several top nobles in Dongyun, including a hundred dukes, hundreds of marquises, and more than three thousand other earls, generals and the like. Thousands of heads flew up at once, and with a swirling sword light, the heads were shattered. Wisps of ghosts were pulled out crying, and the eyes of the eighteen ghost generals who had already broken in lit up, and they took a big gulp and completely devoured the thousands of ghosts.

The huge court hall suddenly became extremely empty.

Apart from Xing Tianli, the only living people left were Aoli and two of his clansmen, as well as Ying Zhe, Ying E, Beihe Cangming, and Nanshan Huagu. There were only seven living people like this, and all the others were killed by Xing Tianli.

The eyes of Oli and the other two flickered, and they slowly retreated step by step.

Deep in their eyes, the purple-blue light was blurred and flickering, and a wisp of strange spiritual power fluctuations spread out. On Xing Tianli's spiritual platform purple palace, the baptism mark of "Amit" blessed by the Aimi Federation Consulate General in Pinghai City was slowly rotating around his soul, and the small crescent moon shadow also emitted the same frequency of spiritual fluctuations.

Oli and the other two looked relaxed. They stood where they were, calm and at ease, watching Xing Tianli approach Ying Zhe, Ying E and the others step by step with subtle smiles.

Strange spiritual fluctuations were rapidly vibrating in the air, and Oli and the other two were happily discussing the issue.

After his soul was cleansed by Amité's baptism, there was no doubt that Xing Tianli was one of theirs. Since he was one of theirs, they could calculate how much benefit Xing Tianli's actions could bring to the Aime Federation.

Killed so many Dongyun nobles?
There is no doubt that this is in the interests of the Aime Federation and even more in the interests of Oli and others.

When the Aime Federation completely took control of the Dongyun Island Federation, these corrupt, incompetent, greedy, cruel, and wild beast-like Dongyun nobles were supposed to be purged.

Xing Tianli stood in front of Ying Zhe, bent down, and pressed his hands heavily on Ying Zhe's shoulders.

"From Dongyun, His Majesty the Holy Emperor?"

"Well, can you give me an explanation, which great hero led the army to raid Black Borneo and caused my father to be killed?" Xing Tianli smiled brightly.

Ying E, Beihe Cangming, and Nanshan Huaju were surrounded by countless sword lights, and the chill penetrated their guts. They lost their balance and fell to their knees with a thud.

(End of this chapter)