vrcanaries Chapter 342 The Sword God Arrives
Chapter 342 The Sword God Arrives
Zhou Tianxuan's body suddenly twitched violently, and countless golden-red beams of light shot out from his seven orifices.
Under the horrified gaze of the crowd, Zhou Tianxuan's body cracked like broken porcelain.
A broken red dragon phantom struggled to rise into the sky, but exploded when it reached the highest point.
"boom--!"
Amidst the blood rain, a gilded token fell to the ground with a clang.
Zhou Li picked it up tremblingly, only to see that where the three characters "Second Prince" should have been engraved, there was only a shocking crack left.
The dragon flag of the Great Zhou Dynasty, which once dominated the world, is now burning brightly on top of the ancestral temple.
The mountain wind howled as it swept across the ruins of the altar, picking up fine ashes that swirled in the air.
There were still sporadic golden and red sparks flickering in the ashes, like dying fireflies.
Zhou Li knelt in the center of the cracked altar. His originally majestic face withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and wrinkles spread across his face like a dry riverbed.
He stretched out his trembling hand, trying to catch the golden light floating in the air.
——That is the dynasty’s fortune that is collapsing.
But those points of light slipped through his fingers and disappeared into the darkening sky.
A fishy and sweet taste surged in his throat, and Zhou Li swallowed the blood back with force, but he could taste the bitterness of his shattered foundation between his teeth.
"Your Majesty..." Empress Dowager Li's voice came from behind. The exquisite gold embroidery on the phoenix robe had already been burnt black.
She supported the shivering Zhou Tianhao, and both mother and son had the same look of confusion on their faces.
Zhou Li did not look back. He was now in deep confusion.
He looked at the collapsed ancestral temple in the distance, and the muffled sound of collapsing beams and pillars was like the last wail of the dynasty.
The scenes of conquering all over the world in my youth flashed back in my mind.
——At that time, he was holding a long sword and breaking into the enemy's capital, how heroic he was.
But now, his own son shot him down with an arrow, severing his path to immortality and ruining his thousand-year-old foundation...
I was also thinking of breaking through to the Mahayana realm, so that I could ensure the continuation of the dynasty, but now I am afraid that I can no longer enter that realm.
"Am I wrong?" The emperor's hoarse muttering dissipated in the wind.
He suddenly remembered the first time Zhou Tianxuan shot a goose with a bow when he was a child. The stubbornness in the child's eyes was exactly the same as today.
At the edge of the altar, Hu Qing's soul was looming in the twilight.
He looked at the devastated mountaintop and shook his head slightly.
The black stone in his dantian vibrated slightly, reminding him that the cause and effect here had been resolved.
This show was not very enjoyable to watch because too many innocent people died who did not deserve to die.
But we have got what we need, and the Deep Sea King is dead, so now it's time to leave.
A few wisps of smoke drifted from the distance, and Hu Qing's soul turned into light blue mist, floating down the mountain.
When passing through a scorched earth, he noticed a fragment of silver armor half buried in the soil.
——It was exactly the one worn by the soldiers who escorted him that day.
The fog paused for a moment, then accelerated and drifted towards the depths of the twilight.
The setting sun cast its last rays of light on the altar, and Zhou Li's shadow was stretched very long.
He slowly raised his knees, and the black long sword had broken into two pieces at some point.
When he finally turned around to face his wife and children, the first star in the distance was breaking through the clouds, shining coldly on the broken mountains and rivers.
........................
Hu Qing suddenly stopped on the way down the mountain, and his dantian suddenly felt extremely hot.
The night wind passed through his translucent body, bringing with it a familiar fluctuation of spiritual power—the resonance of the Twin Combat Techniques.
He looked around and found no trace of Gu Yang. There was only the whistling wind passing by him.
He suddenly looked up and saw a white shadow coming towards him in the bright moonlight.
The man's clothes fluttered like crane wings. In his left hand, he was holding a struggling young man, and in his right hand, he was holding the neck of a dragon wrapped in purple lightning!
"That's... Gu... Guyang?!" Hu Qing's soul body shook violently.
Although the young man who was being carried had a bruised face and nose, the stubborn look between his brows, who else could it be but Gu Yang?
The white-robed monk was astonishingly fast and passed over Hu Qing's head in the blink of an eye.
When the moonlight shone on the man's profile, Hu Qing's pupils suddenly shrank - beneath his sword-like eyebrows were those iconic gray eyes with a cold metallic light!
"White-robed Sword God, why is he here..."
Hu Qing seemed to have figured something out, and instantly turned into a stream of light and turned back, ready to go back to the top of the mountain to take a look.
After all, he is the most decisive and ruthless among the four holy weapon holders. The scene of East Coast killing two Dust-Breaking Demons with one sword is still vivid in people's minds.
Now he has come to Dazhou Mountain in person and captured Guyang...
Please don't let any more accidents happen.
On the ruins on the top of the mountain, Zhou Lizheng helped his wife and children to get up.
Suddenly, I heard a sword roar like a dragon's roar from the sky, and when I looked up, I saw a white rainbow piercing the moon.
When it landed, not a speck of dust was raised, only the sharp sword energy crushed the gravel on the ground into powder.
"I am the Inspector of Central Region. Can you still speak?" The monk in white nodded slightly, his voice as cold as a sword.
He casually threw the purple dragon to the ground, and the huge creature shrank into a small ball;
The Gu Yang in the other hand was thrown at his feet like a sack.
Zhou Li's Adam's apple rolled, and he looked at the person in front of him in disbelief. He didn't expect that someone from the most mysterious central region would come.
Moreover, the other party's seemingly respectful greeting concealed a murderous intent that made him shudder.
What was even more terrifying was that when the silver-white long sword was unsheathed three inches, his broken imperial domain melted away like snow in boiling water!
"Where is Hu Qing? His presence is so strong here."
Bai Wuchen's gray eyes swept across the ruins, and his gaze lingered for a moment at a charred corner - there was half of the remains of a flesh puppet that had not been completely burned.
Gu Yang suddenly struggled to stand up: "Senior, please understand! Ah Qing should..."
"bass--"
Seeing that Zhou Li didn't speak, the sound of the sword interrupted Gu Yang's words.
The tip of the Sword God's sword had touched Zhou Li's throat at some point, and a drop of blood slowly slid down along the pattern of the gilded imperial robe.
"I'll ask this one last time."
When the Sword God raised his eyes, the shadow of the entire Da Zhou Mountain seemed to tilt towards him, "What happened here?"
Zhou Tianhao suddenly collapsed to the ground.
He discovered to his horror that his shadow on the ground was being pulled away bit by bit by some force...