Volume 16 Chapter 45

After many years of fighting, with the death of the leader of purgatory mountain before qianyeguan pass, the war between qingluan college and purgatory mountain ended with the victory of qingluan college.

The war between Zhang Ping and Lin Xi, in a sense, has been the civil war of qingluan college.

In this cataclysm, which completely involves all the practitioners in the world, except for those devout believers who believe that Zhang Ping is the reincarnation of the original God given demon king of heaven, none of the other practitioners can be sure that they can survive.

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"I said I would make you change your mind."

At the same time, the sound of heavy rolling and indifference was introduced into the palace of the forbidden Princess of zhenlongshan.

More than ten famous red robed officials in purgatory mountain appeared in front of the long princess with heavy chariots.

There is a brand-new throne on the giant chariot, all of which are made of broken or even broken soul soldiers.

These soul soldiers are all simply connected with a certain kind of unique black and red metal in the purgatory mountain, and all of them retain their original appearance. Various fractures and runes give off different luster, which looks extremely cold and ferocious.

Zhang Ping then sits on this ferocious metal throne, slightly hangs his head, looks at the long sun Mu Yue who can't understand the meaning of his words just now.

"Is this a psychological consolation? No throne can cover up the fact that you dare not leave the armor. If I am not wrong, your armor is either in your throne or in the chariot below you. " Looking at Zhang Ping, Chang sun moyue is indifferent and mean.

Zhang Ping looked at her thin lips and said slowly: "Yun Qin has always said that you are cold and thin. I think it is the same. You should understand that as long as you obey me and come out to clean up the court, there will not be so many people against the order of the cabinet at the moment. If you don't stand with me one day, you won't know how many people will die. Now you can stand that there are countless people dying every day because of your will, so I want to see you watch them die with your own eyes, can't bear it. "

Long sun moyue heard something from Zhang Ping's voice. Her face turned pale for a moment. Her breath stopped and she looked at Zhang Ping's giant chariot.

There was a smell of blood, a crash of shackles and a sound of footsteps.

Nearly 100 officials in chains and bloodstained Yunqin were driven into the hall like slaves in purgatory mountain.

"Long princess!"

In the moment of seeing the long sun Mu Yue, the officials of Yun Qin who had already been tortured fell to the ground one after another, excited and unable to help themselves.

Long sun moyue saw these people clearly.

Looking at the wounds on these people and thinking of what these people have done for Yun Qin, she can't help but cover her mouth so as not to make any weak voice.

"It's a very moving scene, isn't it?"

Zhang Ping looked at changsun muyue and the unyielding officials of Yunqin and said coldly: "in fact, you should hate qingluan college and Lin Xi. It's qingluan college that makes me question and resist. And Lin Xi, he told me a lot of stories, which also made me different from those people who see you and kneel on the ground. I remember that he told me a story about the Iron Throne. I thought it was very good, so I cast such a throne for him to see. Therefore, there should be no qingluan college, no existence of president Zhang and Lin Xi, no need of Yunqin, no such existence as qingluan college and Lin Xi. You should stand with me. "

"Enough!"

Changsun moyue angrily snapped Zhang Ping's words, "do you want us to stand with you when you treat them like this?"

"Because of your actions in Zhongzhou Imperial City, are there few officials who died unjustly or by force, or in prison, or in your party struggle?" Zhang Ping said indifferently, "I'm just not as hypocritical as you are."

Finish saying this sentence, Zhang Ping lightly waved.

A chain flew out of the sleeve of an alchemy mountain god official and around the neck of a Yunqin official. It was only twisted. The head of the Yunqin official flew up and the hot blood was spraying.

There was a wave of angry shouting and swearing.

All the other Yunqin officials wanted to rush to Zhang Ping's face, but they were all held up by those purgatory mountain officials.

Long sun moyue didn't make a sound, but her thin lips were bitten by herself, which made the red blood beads come out.

"I will kill them in front of you one by one."

Zhang Ping looked at her slightly and said softly, "until you change your mind. And I want to remind you that it's not just the officials in front of you who die here every day, but also countless people who are involved with them. "

"Your Highness, don't let him succeed!"

An angry voice sounded. It was very hoarse. It seemed that there was a lot of sand in the throat. Just listening to the voice, one could imagine that this man must have been tortured a lot.

"Wang Ping, I know you are yuan Yanguan's disciple, and I know you were Lin Xi's friend. You are not afraid to die. But I can also tell you that you are also a very important person in the whole Zhongzhou city. As long as you stand up, many people will listen to you. So I will keep you. I will kill you last. When you change your mind, but when I kill all these people around you, you still don't change your mind, I will kill her. "

Zhang Ping looked at the young official with blood dripping on his body, held out a finger, and pointed to sun muyue, "her life and death depend on your hands."

"You're right. I'm mean and indifferent by nature, so I don't think I will obey you because of their life and death." Long sun moyue's cold and trembling voice rang. Her eyes were burning and staring at Zhang Ping. "Even if you kill all of them and kill me, I will not change my decision."

Zhang Ping looks at changsun muyue with no expression, as if to see a flower on her white face.

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Just when Zhang Ping found that he underestimated sun muyue and began to think about what he would do next, Wen xuanzhuo was lying in a pile of firewood.

Many children in the southern provinces also like to go into the holes drawn from the stacks to play hide and seek, or to imagine that they are in a different world and some of their own adventure stories.

However, Wen xuanshu didn't feel comfortable at this time. It seemed that there were countless burning iron wires running through his body, and severe pain suddenly rose from time to time, such as countless steel needles nailed into his mind, making him want to howl and count.

This pain even made it difficult for him to enter into meditation practice, making him unable to replenish and restore soul power.

He thought of many pictures in the process of adjusting his breath and trying to enter the meditation practice.

He thought of becoming the natural selection of qingluan university like Lin Xi and Gao Yanan, of being proud of not accepting the distribution of the University, of Zhang Ping's classmates at that time, who were not rivals in his eyes at all, and then he thought of the picture of the autumn festival that year, of his vagrancy in Yunqin, of the tragedy in the lotus pond by the lake, and of himself I want to kill the alchemy Mountain God, but I'm not the opponent of that alchemy Mountain God, but I've been hit hard and I'm not easy to escape.

He has always been excellent, even in qingluan college. After the autumn festival that year, his cultivation has been very bitter. However, he could not imagine that Zhang Pingshou's next subordinate alchemy Mountain God could defeat him!

Once again, his self-esteem was completely damaged. He also knew that Zhang Ping's cultivation skills derived from the heaven devil prison and the means of the world of practitioners are too powerful. Maybe the skills given to a devout God of the hell mountain are equivalent to the top secret skills of the thousand demons cave in the past.

However, every scene is far away in memory, only the dripping blood of the lakeside Pavilion is clearer. He thought of the hot porridge and ginger soup of the old kind middle-aged scholar, but he didn't want to sink.

"There must be a way to beat him." He said to himself in his heart.

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"There must be a way to defeat him," said Lin Xi to Nangong Weiyang, Qin Xiyue and others shortly after Dushanzi left in the dark.

After fleeing Zhongzhou City, Lin Xi seldom spoke, but today, looking at his dialogue with Dushanzi, all people know that Lin Xi, who used to be trusted and relied on, is back again.

"What do you want to do?" Nangong Weiyang has always been a very direct person, so she looked at Lin Xi directly and asked.

"In the last conversation between Zhang Ping and I, we talked a lot, but at the same time, we hid a lot." Looking at her and everyone, Lin Xi said slowly but clearly, "have you found a fact that neither the previous purgatory mountain leader nor Zhang Ping seemed to care about Tang Zang's threat at all?"

"They should also know that there is nangongmo in Tang Zang. Vice president Xia thinks that nangongmo's achievements will be higher than him in the future." After a slight cough, Lin Xi continued: "even if the palm master of purgatory mountain and Zhang Ping think nangongmo is not as good as Li Kui, there is no possibility of becoming a great saint soon, but Tang Zang still has the stronger existence of Prajna temple, even if we qingluan college are trying to obtain the cultivation method from banruo temple, and whether it is in the battle of Gu Xinyin to kill Tang Zang's uncle Xiao Xiang Li, or later in the battle of biluoling, the people of Prajna Temple showed the power of terror. But why did both the leader of purgatory mountain and Zhang Ping only regard qingluan College as the biggest enemy, as if they did not consider the existence of Prajna temple at all? "

Nangong Weiyang frowned and nodded: "a person like the leader of purgatory mountain doesn't just think about Yunqin, but the whole world."