These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 817 Slave of Fate

With a long roar, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked.

Three thousand years are enough for these top aristocratic families and big clans to cultivate several batches of peak monks who have reached the state of transformation.

Countless heavenly soldiers from aristocratic families and various cultivators began to take action.

Curses, blessings, divination, and Taoist priests controlling terrifying golden corpses to fight.

Obviously, the position of Taoist priest has risen.

As the profession with the best comprehensive combat power in Jiuzhou, it injects luck and breeds zombies in the land of luck. They are beyond the control of luck and have no luck on them. They can be said to be the nemesis of luck.

Jian Xin saw their trump card and suddenly smiled heartily:
"I see! I see! You attacked me, probably to catch me for corpse training!"

"Behind the scenes, I don't know how many people have been plotted against by you. It's only been three thousand years, and you are so arrogant. You deserve to be punished and killed!"

This invincible swordsman has a majestic aura and a tall body. His soul, blood and mind are combined into one, forming an unprecedented sharp swordsmanship.

A full day and night.

One after another terrifying sword energy burst out, making many people panic, and even the Kyushu below saw the clouds in the sky shining brightly.

One after another, the monks in the state of transformation cultivated by the great clans fell, various gods of destiny were stained with blood, and a large number of corpses of heavenly soldiers and generals fell.

No matter whether they are good or bad people, all their karma will be cancelled.

Kill, kill, kill with one sword!

Break through this divine capital and create a clean world.

Like a silent cry, the sword burst into a dazzling light.

"I practice the way of true martial arts, specializing in the martial arts of destiny, which is the way to cut off cause and effect."

A heroic long roar resounded through the sky, vast and majestic.

"I have a Zhenwu sword, which is a sword that does not kill. Killing is to protect life, and it cuts off karma, not people."

"For those who die with this sword, all karma is eliminated, their true spirits fall, and return to the endless netherworld in my heart. Respect my mind."

“I reside in the heart and brain palace of all living things, and sit on the spiritual throne of life.”

“If the people know, I know; if the people understand, I understand. I am the king of my heart, the emperor of my heart. As long as the people are not destroyed, I will not be destroyed either.”

Boom boom boom! The chaotic sword shadows in the sky submerged all the heavenly soldiers and generals.

Dust flew, the earth cracked, and corpses fell like dumplings.

Everyone felt as if they were in the center of an endless sword net. They could feel the sharp and selfless sword intent from a distance, which gave them goose bumps all over their bodies and made the people around them unbearable.

In the distance, scholars showed surprised expressions and shouted, "Did you find out? There's something wrong with his sword!"

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" The next moment, Emperor Zangwu in the distance also noticed something. "I originally thought he was a peerless killer, but his sword seems to be chopping out the souls of people and sucking them into their bodies?"

"It's the embers."

The Masked Emperor was very smart and had already seen some clues. "When he kills someone, embers will fall off and he then took the embers away."

In other words.

Jian Xin's sword is the Sword of the Ancestral Embers Virus, which has a 50% chance of dropping ashes when killing someone.

As for Jian Xin, I'm afraid he used some magical method commonly used by the people of Jiuzhou to increase the probability of embers, such as elixirs and elixirs, to increase the probability to 100%.

Whenever his sword kills someone, it will drop ashes!

Also, why did he call the embers "True Spirit"?

The Masked Emperor sensed a mysterious and terrifying system. Whenever he killed someone, his true soul would be lost, and then they would be sent to some netherworld to live a second life?
After all, he remembered Jian Xin's words: a sword that does not kill, it cuts off karma but not people.

The House of the Netherworld!

A terrible thought suddenly emerged in his mind.

Both Kyushu and Tianming World have left behind various legends of ghosts and gods as the barbaric era developed.

For example, people are not really dead after passing away, but enter the underworld. The legend of reincarnation allows those who are about to die to place beautiful hopes on them.

And now.

The logical soul shell transformed from ashes = the true soul?

Jian Xin killed someone, captured his true spirit (the empty shell of the soul), and went to reincarnate?
Or for other uses?
According to this logic, if there are souls and bodies everywhere in our Jiuzhou, don’t that mean there are true spirits of living creatures everywhere?

"To kill karma is not to kill people."

"Karma is the will of a person's soul."

"Not to kill a person, but to kill a person's soul and body."

"He wants to send the true soul of a person, the ember, to his homeland in the underworld?"

Just as the Masked Emperor's expression changed drastically and he was constantly making guesses and inferences, the battle in the distance finally came to an end.

"Who, who won?"

"No matter who wins, this is too exaggerated. The three-in-one swordsmanship, we are witnessing a great history!"

"But His Majesty the Night Emperor has not yet been born, as if the Night Emperor is not in the Divine Capital."

"Your Majesty knows the will of heaven and understands yin and yang. There must be a reason for this."

The battle finally came to an end.

Jian Xin, stepping on countless corpses, was like a proud emperor, about to reach the end of his life. Jian Xin was defeated, lost, and could not defeat the huge number of noble families and heavenly soldiers and generals.

Most of the combat power of those major families was actually consumed, and their foundation was severely damaged.

The light in Jian Xin's pupils gradually disappeared, and before he died, he looked at them calmly:
"This journey is just to remove the shackles. Only after death will I know who I am."

puff!

"Looking for death! Everyone, this is the end! The end of challenging the majesty of the dynasty!" A master from an aristocratic family stepped forward, swung his sword, and cut off Jian Xin's head.

Jian Xin's head fell to the ground and rolled a few times. His eyes looked coldly at those masters from aristocratic families, giving people a creepy feeling.

"Is he dead?"

"Definitely dead!"

"His body is here, and his head has been cut off personally."

For some unknown reason, the gods who were in charge of destiny had an inexplicable feeling of uneasiness in their hearts.

Someone picked up his Zhenwu sword. This sword was extremely strange and evil. It might be a sword blessed by some special magical power.

"Wait, why is this sword broken?"

the other side.

In the endless darkness, in the endless gloom of the common people's dreamland, countless billowing black mists were surging, as if it was a dark and primitive world, where all things were silent and all living things were dead.

"Isn't it that I'm fighting that guy?"

"What am I?"

The empty shells of the souls of the heavenly soldiers and generals came here and looked around.

They still remember the moment before they died, the horrific scene of Jian Xin slashing with his sword and their flesh and blood exploding.

They walked and walked, not knowing how long they had been walking, when suddenly a majestic palace appeared in the distance.

【Between Hearts】

The name written above the palace seems to mean something.

Emperor Xinhuo, the palace where he rules the world is called Xinjian, and his place is... Xinjian.

Click.

They pushed the door open.

Then he saw a handsome, stern-looking young emperor sitting on the throne, holding a Zhenwu sword in his hand.

His broad shoulders seemed to carry the entire world. The Zhenwu sword in his hand was entangled with wisps of sacred mist. Upon closer inspection, what were the mists? They were just entanglements of cause and effect.

"I am the Emperor of the Heart. I have cancelled all your karma and cut off all your karmic force."

"Dear underworld messengers, welcome to my world."

News of Jian Xin's rapid rise and fall spread across the world.

"died?"

"He's dead after all?"

"What were his last words?"

"This trip is just to remove the shackles. Only after death can I know who I am. Could it be that he deliberately wanted to die and lose his body?"

"I'm afraid it's just bluffing. He wants to disgust the gods before he dies, so that they will feel troubled and a thorn will grow in their hearts."

Countless people are discussing it.

Many people have very high standards, and they find that Jian Xin's moves are extremely powerful, sharp, and incredibly lethal.

But his mobility, physical strength and soul power are too poor!

It's like a high-attack assassin with a sharp edge. Although he has high combat power, he will soon become exhausted and depleted of physical strength, and finally be surrounded and killed.

In fact, this is only natural.

Jian Xin has only one spiritual root, so his energy level is far behind.

Furthermore, after being copied, the power of the saints is only 80%, which is another huge loss.

Therefore, the fact that he could fight against dozens of new-era cultivators in the Transformation Realm alone, with the cooperation of various military formations, was already a miracle of skill.

This is a true swordsman.

"However, the gods in the sky actually refined corpses. Aren't the faces of those corpses the same as those of the original protagonists?"

"They are so filthy in secret that they attack the young geniuses in the lower realms and bully the weak with their power."

"If Jian Xin wasn't such a ruthless person, and hadn't directly started a war and forced them to use the golden corpse, I don't know how long they would have been hiding!"

"Yes, if Jian Xin hadn't taken direct action, brought them in for a confrontation, and had each produced evidence, I'm afraid the situation would have been settled quietly again."

"Jian Xin used his life as a bargaining chip to expose their insidiousness! He died magnificently and brilliantly, like a true seeker of truth."

Some people showed admiration.

After all, this is an era of academic explosion.

What countless scholars pursue and yearn for is to become a great hero or a great man.

Now there is no doubt that Jian Xin is such a person.

"Alas, dynasties have always been corrupt, but I never thought this dynasty would be so fast. It's only been three thousand years, and the national treasure has not yet been built!"

"Yedi is missing. He has never appeared before. It's very strange."

"Yes, could it be that our current emperor was attacked and imprisoned by those major families?"

The news spread more and more, and eventually countless people tried to find Ye Di and enter his bedroom.

It was discovered that Ye Di had really disappeared!

A terrible news came. In fact, a few years ago, when Emperor Ye gave birth to the second prince and led the royal family on a southern tour, she was ambushed and disappeared.

The world is in complete uproar!

Jian Xin rushed into the sky, but it turned out that Ye Di had been assassinated in secret. The terrible news made the world completely uneasy.

Storm is coming.

The 3601th year of the Destiny World.

When Emperor Lingyuan ascended the throne, he was one of the founding heroes.

"They know we are dirty, so what if they secretly refine corpses?"

"If they know, then there is no need to hide it. Let them know that they can't turn into another Jian Xin and come to kill us again."

After the new emperor ascended the throne, he abolished the random system of [fate] to prevent [fate] from being lost in the world.

All the protagonists of these destinies were born into aristocratic families, powerful families, and holy places.

Young babies are all born sacred, with holy bodies, divine bodies, and domineering bodies.

From this day on, no one with a special destiny will be born among mortals.

"Woo woo woo! There is no more noble son in the poor family!"

"How could the world become like this?"

Countless people choked, even sobbed, shed tears, and kept getting drunk.

On this day, many scholars got drunk in the restaurant, lamenting the hardships and dangers of the world.

The times are changing too fast, causing all the people to fall from the most perfect and happy mythological era to the darkest and most evil monopoly era.

The omnipotence of fate can create the greatest happiness, but it can also produce the most terrible monopoly!

There is no more destiny among mortals.

The promotion channel that breaks the class system has disappeared. Everyone is born mediocre. How can they rise? How can they resist?
This is a dark age that is doomed to be irresistible!
The people have become slaves to fate.

(End of this chapter)