"Brother, take me with you!"

Hongchen's smile was warm, as if he had met a close friend.

However, his short stature was in stark contrast to Danqing's tall and thin figure, creating a noticeable difference in their appearances.

It was like putting a golf ball next to a golf club.

It looked particularly comical.

Danqing glanced at him and said, "The rules of the world are manifested here, and I can communicate with you about the art of Danqing at any time. If you don't learn something else, it would be a waste."

Hongchen's smile quickly disappeared when he heard the rejection.

He stared at Danqing and sneered, "Huh! If you were really so generous, we would have become saints long ago. Why wait until today? The leader has long said that you cannot be trusted and cannot be considered one of us. I wanted to defend you out of brotherhood.

But now that I see it, you are indeed wary of me, afraid that I will learn the art of Danqing and threaten your position in the sect."

Danqing coldly snorted, "We are both loyal subordinates of the leader. As long as one of us knows the art of Danqing or Hongchen's art, it is enough. Greed leads to no good. I am also thinking about your future."

Hongchen seemed to hear the biggest joke, "Huh! Since when did you become a loyal subordinate of the leader?

When have you ever cared about our sect?

Why didn't you go to the Hundred Schools Conference?

Even if you went, could you explain our teachings?

Every task is like herding ducks.

You are always thinking about reviving your broken master!

When your master is revived,

Do you think the position of the leader of our sect should be given to your master?"

The two of them argued fiercely.

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Ying Wuji was a little puzzled on the side.

Apart from the "master-disciple relationship," he currently had no influence on Hongchen. The current Hongchen was the true projection of himself, and his interaction with Danqing was also real.

He originally thought that the high-level members of the sect should be united.

But he didn't expect the two of them to dislike each other so much.

But soon he understood.

Ji Tong didn't fully trust Danqing.

Because Qingyi was the true saint.

Danqing wanted his master to be revived.

While Ji Tong just wanted Qingyi's powers.

This was the fundamental contradiction between the two.

No wonder Hongchen arrived here before Danqing.

Wait!

Ying Wuji suddenly remembered that Ji Tong had found Danqing before, and Danqing had deliberately blocked Nangong Yan. This indicated that what they were about to discuss might be very important to Danqing.

What could be so important to Danqing?

It must be to bring Qingyi back to life!

So what was the result of their conversation?

Did Danqing hand this matter over to Ji Tong?

Or... did Danqing come here because of Ji Tong?

Not far away,

The two of them were still at a stalemate.

Danqing's gaze turned cold, "The leader invited me to join the sect because he valued my art of Danqing, but he never mentioned loyalty to the sect. From beginning to end, we were just trading. He wanted to obtain the art of Danqing to transcend souls, and I wanted to bring my master back to this world.

Today,

It is the time for us to fulfill our trade.

As long as my master is revived, I will hand over the art of Danqing to him!

From then on, I will have nothing to do with the sect!"

"What teachings of the sect?

What Tiger and Wolf Nation?

What Ji Clan Alliance?

What Kingdom Li's two saints!

In my eyes, they are all bullshit!

My master's path to becoming a saint

Should be the new order of the world!"

As he spoke,

His tone was filled with fanaticism.

At this moment,

Ying Wuji sneered, "How can you be so sure that your master's path is the right one?"

Danqing glanced at Ying Wuji and said firmly, "Because my master is the only true saint in this world! What are the other so-called saints? They are nothing but rotten fish and shrimp!

The Confucianists talk about benevolence, righteousness, and morality, but they are just tools for the nobles to control the common people.

The Legalists are nothing more than the dogs of the royal power!

The Taoists talk nonsense about the mysterious!

When have they truly cared about the lives and deaths of us lowly ants?

Only my master!

He is the true one who pities the world!

The one who can calm this chaotic world is only my master!"

As he said these words,

He looked extremely crazy.

But his eyes were shining.

He turned his head to look at Ying Wuji and muttered nervously, "I still remember that cold winter. My master picked me up from the snow den in the village of the dead.

Everyone in the village starved to death!

Were they at fault?

No!

But being born in this world is their original sin.

Because they are not nobles!

During the great disaster in the world, the nobles would rather let the food rot in their own warehouses than give it to the poor, even though the food originally came from the poor!

Why don't they farm their own land?

But they can take from the poor people's fields?

Just because they are nobles, they have their own land, and their names are written on the fields?

We are all human beings.

Why are they superior?

Except for my master, have any of the other saints ever thought about this question?"

Ying Wuji was stunned by his words, "I didn't expect you to be a Mohist!"

Danqing coldly snorted, "I am a disciple of the Mohist Saint. Why can't I be a Mohist?"

Ying Wuji: "..."

This is really damn bizarre.The mortal world can't hold it anymore: "Crazy! This is madness! Fool, wake up! You are already one of my disciples, how did your brain get damaged and think of yourself as a spy for the Mohists?"

Danqing retorted: "Who said that my disciples cannot be Mohists?"

The expression on the mortal's face immediately darkened.

Most of my disciples are worthless.

But he is different.

He is Ji Tong's true believer.

In his eyes, Ji Tong is not an evil cult.

But the legitimate successor of Yang Zhu.

Their ideologies are completely contradictory, how is this possible...

Subconsciously.

He wanted to take action.

But Danqing had many powerful subordinates, much stronger than his puppets. He could only temporarily suppress his anger.

Ying Wuji couldn't help but sneer: "You think you deserve to be called a Mohist? After joining my sect, how many people have you directly or indirectly harmed? If you followed the Mohist rules, you would have died many times over!"

"I never intended to live!"

Danqing snorted, then threw out a book: "I have recorded all the people I have harmed over the years. When my master returns, she will personally execute them! I will exchange my personal guilt for a prosperous era, and I will compensate with my life. Is there anything wrong with that?"

These words made Ying Wuji fall into silence.

He finally understood Danqing.

Good and evil no longer existed in his heart.

His true self was an extreme personal admiration for Qingyi.

Perhaps even until now.

He was still the little boy Qingyi picked up from the snow nest.

Qingyi was the person who redeemed his life.

So she should also redeem the world.

Ying Wuji sighed lightly: "But your master committed suicide because she knew her path was impassable..."

"Nonsense!"

Danqing angrily interrupted, his eyes turning red: "My master is the only true saint in the world, and she possesses the unparalleled power of reincarnation. If her path is impassable, then whose path can be? She couldn't have committed suicide, someone must have harmed her! Even if she did commit suicide, I will make her choose again."

Ying Wuji smirked: "At this point, I have to recommend myself. The new policies in Kingdom Li are beneficial to the people..."

"What's the use of that?"

Danqing disdainfully glanced at him: "Even if there are new laws, they are just deceiving the people for their own dirty interests! Even if the new laws are written in a grand manner, what good can come out of it?

Your personal morality is corrupt!

Your mind is filled with women!

Even my master's pure self has been influenced by you and turned into a useless person obsessed with love and emotions.

Do you think I should believe in you?"

Ying Wuji: "..."

Why is he being personally attacked?

But unfortunately.

There is nothing seriously wrong with every sentence.

He smirked and asked: "I understand your thoughts, but I don't understand your actions. What's the difference between cooperating with my sect and seeking personal gain from others? They are after the method of reincarnation, aren't you afraid that your master will die at their hands?"

Danqing said in a deep voice: "No!"

Ying Wuji asked back: "Why not?"

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Danqing's mouth: "Because the leader has recognized my master!"

Ying Wuji: "..."

Alright!

It's confirmed!

The saint!

Still the saint recognized by Qingyi.

Who else can compare to the new Mohist giant?

If this news were to be spread, everyone would think it's a joke.

The Mohist giant.

The leader of my sect.

Turns out to be the same person?

No wonder Zhou Tianzi chose to cooperate with Ji Tong.

Among the saints in this world, who can compare to the Mohist giant in terms of power?

All Mohists.

Their personal property belongs to the Mohist Guild.

And they must all obey the giant's orders.

How terrifying is this power?

Danqing fell silent for a while, then a smile appeared on his lips again: "Even if he has evil intentions, I have a way to control him! Today, I will complete the incomplete Danqing Soul Crossing Technique and welcome my master's return!"

After speaking, he closed his eyes.

His thin body floated in the air.

Slowly rising into the halo in the sky.

In this world, there is no innate supernatural power.

There are only endless rules.

Supernatural powers are extensions of the rules, but not the rules themselves.

Back then, Qingyi did not teach him the complete Danqing Soul Crossing Technique. Today, he will complete it from the source.

If it weren't for the need to reach the end of the Capital of the Great Ming, how could he have let Hua Chao live until now?

The mortal gritted his teeth: "This traitor!"

After speaking, he prepared to go up with his puppets.

But he was stopped by Danqing's subordinates.

"Master Danqing has given orders. Only the mortal can comprehend it together with him. After the two of them comprehend it, others will be qualified to go up."

"Very well!"

The mortal coldly snorted, dismissed his subordinates, and leaped into the air.

As he flew towards the sky.

His right hand reached into his chest.

Where hundreds of soybeans were stored.

Ying Wuji and Ying Shisan exchanged a glance.

"Take action!"

Qingyi has already passed away.

There must be a profound reason for her return.

Ying Wuji didn't think Qingyi should passively return to the world.

And he didn't think that sacrificing Hua Chao should be the price for this matter.

As long as Danqing is killed.

This matter will not happen.

In an instant.

Red Dust and his subordinates all attacked at once.The thirteenth lord's sword was extremely sharp, and in the blink of an eye, he beheaded a strong soldier.

Under the night sky.

Dan Qing suddenly opened his eyes as if sensing something.

Staring at Ying Wuji, the Angry God's eyes were about to burst: "You're dead!"

...

The Great Li.

Jiang City.

In the past few days, nothing major happened in Jiang City, but in the major families and the court, it was already boiling like oil.

Because a shocking news came from the new land a few days ago.

The Di Kingdom's army of hundreds of thousands was defeated at the Yin Mountain Fortress. They fought for only half a day before abandoning their armor and fleeing back to the Di Kingdom.

The casualties were not favorable!

It was a great victory that boosted the morale of countless people!

But it happened at this time.

Zhao Ben, the only son of Zhao Ying, was punished by Prime Minister Luo Yan for disobeying military orders. According to military law, he should be executed by waist-cutting.

After the news spread, Jiang City was in an uproar. The next day at the court meeting, Lord Changping Zhao Ying brought a group of elder members of the royal family to the court.

Sometimes the crowd was excited, accusing Luo Yan of acting arbitrarily and seeking personal revenge.

Sometimes tears flowed, mourning the tragic fate of Zhao Ben, who was wholeheartedly devoted to the country but was sentenced to death for his eagerness to achieve merit.

Zhao Ji had to stop Luo Yan's despicable actions.

Zhao Ji agreed.

Then, he used a transmission symbol on the spot in the court.

But there was no response on the other end.

He was so angry that he immediately issued an imperial edict.

Sending someone to the new land.

But that day.

This person encountered an unknown ambush and was delayed on the way.

By the time he arrived, Zhao Ben's head had just fallen for less than a quarter of an hour.

The blood on the ground was still warm.

Along with Zhao Ben, thirty-six new noble members of the royal family were also beheaded.

They were charged with the same crime as Zhao Ben, disobeying military orders and causing the death of tens of thousands of comrades-in-arms, and they showed no remorse afterwards, still thinking that they had achieved great merit.

This news spread to Jiang City.

Instantly causing a sensation in the entire court.

The Zhao royal family wished to devour their flesh.

Originally, the new policies in the new land had already caused the Zhao royal family to lose a lot of benefits.

This time, Luo Yan's actions caused the loss of nearly one-third of the new elite members of the royal family.

Who could bear this?

In great anger, they jointly requested Zhao Ji to recall Luo Yan.

This imperial edict went smoothly.

After receiving the imperial edict, Luo Yan immediately returned to the court.

But accompanying him were the Zhao royal army that participated in the Yin Mountain battle.

And...

The hundred thousand army that disappeared from the mortal world for several days but actually won the battle in the Capital of the Great Ming.

Including Zhao Ning, who had just achieved great merit but was in a coma.

However, when the army returned triumphantly.

It was already late in the day.

Countless eyes gathered at the gates of Jiang City.

But Luo Yan ignored them and boldly entered the city with his elite soldiers.

Without resting for a moment, he went straight to the palace.

The Zhao royal elders, as well as the Wei and Han families who wanted to curry favor, also went to the palace to pay their respects.

But they were met with rejection from Zhao Ji.

The reason Zhao Ji gave was simple: Luo Yan had committed a serious crime, and he would not be exempt from punishment at tomorrow's court meeting. However, Luo Yan had great achievements in the Yin Mountain battle, and it was not appropriate to commend a criminal in the court. But if there was no commendation, it would chill the hearts of the soldiers. Therefore, the celebration banquet for the triumphant return had to be held.

Everyone could only leave disappointedly, rubbing their hands and waiting for tomorrow's court meeting.

At the celebration banquet.

The soldiers were still cheerful, and they didn't have much objection to Luo Yan's killings.

After toasting and feasting.

The table was in a mess.

Zhao Ji ordered someone to send these soldiers back to their residences, but he kept Luo Yan alone.

In front of Chongli Palace.

A table.

Two chairs.

Two cups of tea.

The night wind blew.

Taking away some of the summer heat.

Zhao Ji looked at his old companion's hunched figure and couldn't help but feel sad. He raised the cup of tea in his hand and toasted: "Luo Xiang, you've worked hard!"

Luo Yan tremblingly picked up the cup and clinked it with Zhao Ji. Because his hand was shaking too violently, half of the cup of tea spilled onto his clothes.

Just like the wine earlier.

The smell of alcohol and the sweat from the journey made the clothes emit an unpleasant odor.

He felt a little regretful: "Your Majesty, please forgive me!"

"Ah!"

Zhao Ji sighed: "If you had kept that bloodthirsty desire, you could have lived for many more years. Why are you so anxious?"

A faint smile appeared on Luo Yan's withered face: "Now that the Zhao royal family is powerful and the three families are about to split, it is the time to cut off the stubborn disease of the Great Li. To achieve immortal achievements at this time, Luo Yan dies without regrets!"

Zhao Ji understood in his heart.

Although the interests of the Zhao royal family had been damaged by the new policies, their direct hatred was still borne by Luo Yan.

The reputation of the king and the crown prince among the royal family was growing stronger.

Young people were full of ambition.

They all wanted to achieve great things.

While the Changping Marquis's family made frequent mistakes.

The royal family's decision-making was still progressive.

Most of the young people in the royal family had already pledged their loyalty to the royal family, including Zhao Ying's young son, Zhao Kuo, who was only hesitant because of family affairs.

Of course.

There were still a considerable number of people who insisted on the supremacy of the royal family and were not lacking in radical actions.

Luo Yan had cut off most of these rising figures with a single blow.

Zhao Ji sighed: "But with Luo Xiang here, there can be even greater achievements!"Luo Yan smiled and waved his hand, "Although the Crown Prince is young, he already has the appearance of a great ruler. Although the Prince Consort is carefree, he also has a sincere heart. The young people of the Zhao family are ambitious, and the students of the academy also have the well-being of the people in mind. In the future, the Great Li will not lack talents in the court!

As an old minister who has been mediocre since his youth, I finally entered the court.

To flatter the powerful for status, abandoning wife and daughter.

Working day and night, exhausting all efforts.

For so many years...

I'm tired!

It's time to take a break.

When my concubine left Jiangcheng, I promised to explain to my daughter when the prosperous era arrived. But the grievances have deepened. Besides this old life, there is nothing else to explain.

Hua Chao is already approaching middle age, living under the shadow of this father for twenty-eight years, and has been implanted with demonic seeds by the demonic cultivators of my sect. If something unexpected happens to her before the prosperous era, how can I explain it to my concubine?

I am also a mortal.

Please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

"Ah!"

Zhao Ji sighed softly, "Hua Chao is a good girl, but she is too stubborn. Nowadays, where can you find a perfect father?"

But Luo Yan smiled, "Only children like Hua Chao can live well, which proves that the prosperous era has arrived!"

Zhao Ji seemed to understand the old friend's meaning and pondered for a moment.

In chaotic times, human lives are as insignificant as grass and mustard.

Everyone depends on others to survive.

The monarch and his subjects often have heart-to-heart talks. Naturally, they have heard something about this old friend's daughter. They often lamented that a commoner like her has no right to be willful.

But later, when Luo Yan arranged a marriage for Hua Chao and locked her in the Minister's Mansion, Hua Chao chose to commit suicide directly.

Then he understood.

Living according to one's own beliefs is not wrong.

Although she is a commoner, her mother is the legal wife, and her biological father has great ambitions and talents but nowhere to display them.

Later, he joined the Wei family and jumped into the court.

The legitimate daughter became a commoner, and the legal wife became a concubine.

Not to mention a woman.

Even if it were a man, how could he not hate?

If one cannot survive without leaving the cruel and neglectful biological father, how can there be a prosperous era?

In a prosperous era, as long as the people abide by the law and are practical, there will be nothing to fear in the world.

Hua Chao abides by the law and is practical.

Why does she need others to impose their thoughts on her?

Zhao Ji couldn't help but smile, "If I were such a loving father, I'm afraid Ning'er would also be spoiled!"

"The sacrifices Your Majesty has made for the Crown Prince are already rare in the world. Hua Chao has been without a father since she was young. How can she compare to the Crown Prince?"

Luo Yan's smile was bitter, and he trembled as he took a sip of tea to refresh himself. He asked with a smile, "How is the Crown Prince?"

Zhao Ji sighed lightly, "This time, entering the Capital of the Great Ming with a hundred thousand elite soldiers, only Ning'er and Da Ban'er are dealing with the tricks of the Mirror of Deception. They have been commanding for several days without sleep, resisting the remaining power of the Capital of the Great Ming. Under mental and physical exhaustion, they received bad news. Even I can't bear it. According to the imperial physician's diagnosis, he will be in a coma for at least three days."

Luo Yan's heart tightened slightly, "What about Wuji?"

Zhao Ji said in a deep voice, "Da Ban'er has already gone to find him. We can only do our best and leave it to fate!"

Ji Tong's calculations are too deep.

The end of the Capital of the Great Ming is extremely dangerous. If it weren't for the Battle of Yinyan Anyi, he could still send experts to protect them.

Now only Ying Wuji is guarding alone...

Difficult!

"Ah!"

Luo Yan trembled as he stood up unsteadily, "This matter is beyond the ability of this old minister. I hope Your Majesty will take care of it! This old minister... will take his leave!"

Zhao Ji tried to persuade him, "After tomorrow's court meeting, it will be difficult for us to have the opportunity to enjoy this tea together. Won't you stay a little longer?"

Luo Yan apologized, "This old minister wants to go home first and see the last trace of my deceased wife."

Under the night sky.

An old man left unsteadily.

It was quite lonely under the moonlight.

...

Shang Mo Bookstore.

The lights in the accounting room were bright.

Hua Chao was sitting in front of the desk, with a thick account book spread out on the desk.

She was diligent in handling the account book, so there were no piled up accounts. It wouldn't be too late to deal with them in a few days.

But for some reason.

She wanted to finish it tonight.

However, she held a delicate brush in her hand, but her mind was restless, and her head was in a state of chaos, unable to put pen to paper.

This situation had been going on for several days.

For some reason, she became particularly sensitive to things that she used to easily overlook.

For example, Shang Mo Bookstore had started printing newspapers. The most common ones were news about the new land war and construction, written in the most popular and understandable language, posted on the walls of the bustling world, and interpreted by specialized scholars for the people to boost their morale.

In the past, she would just review them and hand them over for printing.

But now, she often stared at some manuscripts in a daze.

A few days ago, there was an article written by a rural scholar, describing the estimated amount of grain production in the new land that could cover the population's food needs, and how there would never be a tragedy like twenty years ago in times of famine.

That year.

She had no memory of it.

It was Wuji who mentioned it. Han Zhe killed tens of thousands of refugees that year, and the retribution fell on Juezi Ge, directly causing him to abandon his weak body and become a spiritual cultivator.

But after reading this article, for some reason, her memories of that year became extremely clear.

Dead people.

Many people starved to death.

And she, under her mother's protection, had never gone hungry.

People always said that the common people suffered, but it was just a vague impression.

Now, for some reason, it became exceptionally clear.

These days.Hua Chao felt a little lost and confused, feeling that the world was somewhat different from what she remembered.

She rubbed her head.

In recent days, a flood of information came to her.

The victory in the Battle of Yin Mountain, where a city wall blocked hundreds of thousands of soldiers from the Kingdom Di, protecting over a hundred thousand people in the new land.

The Prime Minister beheaded the chaotic generals and was criticized by court officials.

The Crown Prince Zhao Ning achieved a great victory in the capital of the Great Ming, but he was seriously injured and unconscious, currently receiving treatment.

The son-in-law Ying Wuji was searching for the secret of the capital of the Great Ming and has been out of contact for several days.

"Hoo!"

"Hoo!"

"Hoo!"

Hua Chao took several deep breaths, but it didn't relieve the suffocation in her chest. The mixture of panic and embarrassment made it almost impossible for her to breathe.

"Ding dong dong!"

At this moment, a series of hurried footsteps sounded outside the door.

Hua Chao quickly stood up and asked, "Xiao Liu, what's the situation?"

Xiao Liu sighed, "Young Master Luo Ming said it's not good!"

Hua Chao clenched her clothes in front of her, looking worried. "This..."

Xiao Liu couldn't help but ask, "Miss! If you are really worried, why don't you go to the Minister's Mansion to see for yourself?"

Hua Chao took a step back, struggling in her expression.

She cared about this matter.

But she felt that as a commoner, she should care about the life and death of a generation of wise ministers.

But there were too many commoners, and it wasn't her turn.

What about as a daughter?

But are those stories of abandoning wives and daughters false?

"Miss, don't you want to go?"

"I... need to think about it!"

"What about Lord Wuji?"

"Has Wuji received any news?"

"No!"

Xiao Liu shook her head, her expression becoming somewhat strange, and there was a hint of sarcasm in her words. "I just feel that the Lord is devoted to you, but you are still concerned about the ridiculous 'loyalty'. I really don't understand!"

Hua Chao suddenly raised her head, her face turning pale.

She didn't know why Xiao Liu would ask this question, her voice trembling as she said, "Luo Xiang is a wise minister, and Wuji is also a rare good man in the world. But I didn't intentionally hurt them!

I can't get along with my father who abandoned his wife and daughter as a daughter, is that wrong?

I can't accept sharing my husband with other women, but I didn't force Wuji to leave his other lover.

I will leave on my own, live alone in loneliness, is that wrong?"

"Oh?"

Xiao Liu's gaze was filled with disdain and pity. "Miss, you are really a sentimental waste!"

Hua Chao felt a heavy blow to her heart.

She looked into Xiao Liu's eyes, which were flickering with a strange light.

Her consciousness gradually blurred, her pupils dilating.

In a daze.

She seemed to see Xiao Liu taking out a scroll from her embrace.

And...

A pen!

She didn't know when.

The door had already been closed.

And even sealed with a soundproofing talisman.

Hua Chao looked at the eerie smile on Xiao Liu's face, and suddenly a thought flashed through her mind. The reason why she had been so emotionally sensitive these days was indirectly related to Xiao Liu.

Her maid who had been by her side since childhood.

Seemed strange.

She hurriedly reached into her embrace.

There, she had the wooden figurine that Ying Wuji had repeatedly instructed her to activate with true energy if she encountered danger.

But now.

Her true energy had stopped responding, she didn't know when.

"Crack!"

Her wrist suddenly felt intense pain, and it had been easily broken.

Xiao Liu held the wooden figurine, a smile playing at the corner of her mouth. "Oh? Unexpected gain?"

Without any hesitation.

She unfolded the scroll.

The pen in her hand mercilessly stabbed Hua Chao's forehead.

At the moment when her forehead touched the ink, the expression on Hua Chao's face froze completely.

Her physical body quickly collapsed, turning into a scroll.

...

At the end of the capital of the Great Ming.

A sudden outbreak of battle caught everyone off guard.

Dan Qing slapped the red dust away with a fierce expression. "Shorty, what are you doing?"

He looked down.

A fierce fight had already broken out below.

His subordinates were originally inferior to the red dust's men, but those who were marked by the red dust, no matter how strong they were, couldn't compare.

But with the addition of Ying Shisan, the situation became extremely tense.

Damn it!

Ying Shisan, a hero of his generation, how did he capsize in this gutter of red dust?

Red dust spat out a mouthful of blood. "I hate it when people call me shorty!"

He casually sprinkled a hundred yellow beans.

Nearly a hundred bean soldiers appeared out of thin air.

Quickly forming a combined attack formation, they attacked Dan Qing.

"Turning beans into soldiers?"

Dan Qing was instantly shocked. "How do you have Nangong Ling's ability? Have you betrayed?"

Red dust sneered. "You're about to welcome back your master, and you dare accuse me of betrayal?"

Dan Qing wanted to say something, but he was already surrounded by a group of bean soldiers.

Each of them had the cultivation of a third-grade Spirit Embryo.

And they were extremely skilled in combined attack formations, also using Nangong Ling's combined attack technique. Even with his cultivation, he felt quite difficult to deal with.

Dan Qing was at a loss.

He didn't understand.

There were many Enlightened Gods under the leader, but the internal organization of our sect was extremely loose. Most of the Enlightened Gods were free and unfettered. Unless there was a major event and the leader personally contacted them, they might appear, but their loyalty was not guaranteed.Only himself and Hongchen can be considered his confidants.

The reason why the leader values the two of them is because Hongchen and I have the spells of "Allure of the Red Dust" and "Soul Crossing with the Brush", which can help him gather more powerful subordinates.

However, the two of them are different.

I am here for cooperation.

But Hongchen is a true believer, regarding every word and action of the leader as a guideline. Otherwise, he wouldn't personally intervene during the Hundred Schools Gathering.

Presumably, Hongchen has long known about the leader's identity as a parallel king.

But the result...

Hongchen has sided with Nangong Ling?

Why?

Danqing couldn't understand.

But now is not the time for him to figure it out.

He only knows that he will soon complete the "Soul Crossing with the Brush" and then obtain the master's true self pattern from the leader, allowing the master to return to the world.

Whoever blocks him.

He will kill them!

The sword dances, filled with hostility.

Although his personal strength is not as good as Ying Shisan's, he is still a rare powerful individual. The mere joint attack tactics cannot defeat him!

His killing intent is unrestrained.

With each sword strike, a puppet soldier explodes.

With the scent of beans filling the air.

The formation of the puppet soldiers has been disrupted.

But unexpectedly.

Hongchen took out another soybean.

And sprinkled it forcefully.

The joint attack formation formed again.

Danqing frowned, glanced down, and immediately understood what they wanted to do. Hongchen trapped him with the puppet soldiers made from soybeans, while the puppets below cooperated with Ying Shisan to harvest his subordinates.

It's difficult to break!

No, that's not right!

Danqing once again fell into a bitter battle, but unwilling to let the plan to revive his master be delayed, he forced himself to calm down.

Hongchen learned how to make puppet soldiers from soybeans, which can be explained by his allegiance to Nangong Ling.

But there is still one question that cannot be explained.

These puppet soldiers are not weak at all.

But when Hongchen sprinkles the soybeans, his essence, energy, and spirit are not reduced by a bit.

He didn't understand why Hongchen suddenly betrayed Nangong Ling.

And now, it feels even more wrong.

Danqing shattered a puppet soldier with a sword.

His divine sense quickly covered the entire space.

And he actually found someone who clearly didn't do anything, but had consumed a portion of their essence, energy, and spirit.

"I found you!"

His figure turned, immediately diving towards Ying Wuji.

"Oh no!"

Ying Wuji's heart sank. He didn't expect this guy to have some brains and discover him so quickly.

The aftermath of the Illusory Mirror Secret Technique is still on him. Even if the Tianren Clan's bloodline is powerful, there are still some things that cannot be fully recovered.

But now.

Everyone is caught in a fierce battle.

Danqing's subordinates realized that Thirteen Lord is the biggest threat and are joining forces to kill him. Although Thirteen Lord is not in a desperate situation, he cannot escape in a short period of time.

Hongchen's true body is even more useless, lacking the courage to confront him.

And he can't use Hongchen as a shield.

Because once he dies, his control over the puppet soldiers will be broken, and it will be an extremely terrifying situation.

"Damn it!"

Ying Wuji cursed, "Brother Juanzige, let's charge!"

They have to risk their lives.

And what have they been diligently cultivating for recently? Isn't it to defeat Danqing?

Although Thirteen Lord's evaluation is slightly worse than Danqing's.

But at this critical moment, can a man say no?

He raised his sword, and the bodies that fell in the chaotic battle quickly turned into dry bones.

Flowers bloomed in an instant.

Directly absorbing all the remaining vitality from them.

His injuries were healed by nearly half, and he directly clashed with Danqing who was diving down.

The golden radiance of Emperor Zhuanxu's body surged.

After the collision.

Both sides flew out like meteors.

Ying Wuji coughed up blood and felt a tumultuous sensation in his chest and abdomen.

Fortunately, the result is still good.

Danqing was also seriously injured. He broke through to the Embryo Transformation Realm as a second-grade Spirit Fetus, and his weakest aspect is his physique. Even though he has entered the realm of a martial artist and his swordsmanship is terrifying, he still has this weakness.

Direct confrontation is his only way out.

He quickly stabilized his true qi and charged forward again.

Danqing coughed up blood and smiled ferociously as he met him.

The sword moves were intricate.

Both of them are experts in swordsmanship.

In just a moment, they exchanged hundreds of moves.

Ying Wuji was slightly inferior in swordsmanship, but his fighting style was extremely fierce. Several times, he was about to fall into a disadvantageous killing move, but he resolved it by exchanging injuries.

Danqing couldn't hold on any longer and asked angrily, "Is it worth it to go to such lengths for an ordinary and vulgar woman? The so-called Second Saint of the Kingdom Li, I don't think much of her!"

He had many questions in his mind.

But he only cared about this. He didn't even want to ask how Hongchen was being manipulated by Ying Wuji.

Ying Wuji spat out a mouthful of blood and said, "An ordinary and vulgar woman has never thought of harming anyone! On the contrary, people like you, who are full of grandiose words, have harmed one after another!

I have never considered myself a saint!

I only know that someone whose bright future requires the lives of innocent people should die!

You keep saying that only Senior Qingyi pities the world and is the only true saint in the world, so you want her to reappear in this world.

But your actions are completely contrary to Senior Qingyi.

Do you really want a true saint?

What you want is nothing more than a sick attachment to a giant baby."

"Nonsense!"

Danqing became furious, "I am clearly doing this to fulfill my master's last wish!"Ying Wuji sneered, "Are you smelling your own fart?"

Words were useless now.

The two of them were once again locked in combat.

Ying Wuji's plan was simple.

At this critical moment.

He had to trust the Thirteenth Master.

Believe that he could cooperate with the Red Dust's subordinates and harvest all of Danqing's subordinates.

Then join forces with him to slaughter Danqing!

All he needed to do.

Was to hold on against Danqing.

But at this moment.

He suddenly felt dizzy, countless thoughts surged out, and the influence of his self-rule instantly swelled to its maximum.

His sword move was delayed for a moment.

He could only block in a hurry.

A heavy blow.

Ying Wuji spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and was sent flying straight from the sky.

Just as he was about to crash to the ground, he was suddenly caught by a soft body.

Mi Xingli anxiously said, "Brother Ying, are you okay?"

"What happened?"

Ying Wuji, enduring the intense pain, quickly scanned his surroundings.

His self-shadow was no longer on the cushion, it had flown into the sky at some unknown time, hiding among many rules.

Mi Xingli gritted her teeth and said, "As soon as you raised your sword, he ran away. He probably thought we couldn't beat Danqing's gang!"

Ying Wuji observed for a moment, the self-shadows of the Thirteenth Master and Mi Xingli had also increased a bit, but because of their firm will, the increase was relatively limited. Even so, it still restricted a lot of their strength.

The Thirteenth Master was already struggling.

He spat out a mouthful of saliva, "My self-shadow is indeed a coward!"

"At a time like this, you're still narcissistic!"

Mi Xingli punched him on the shoulder, "Don't panic, I'll modify the spatial rules to help you, you go deal with Danqing!"

Ying Wuji raised his sword, "Okay!"

But just then.

A familiar voice echoed in the sky.

Very similar to his own.

It was his self-shadow's.

"Danqing, Ying Wuji, we can discuss something!"

His voice was somewhat arrogant, "But before we discuss, you can feel that this space is closing. It doesn't belong to either of the two worlds. Once it's closed, only the successive masters of my sect who have been taught my secret method can enter and exit."

As soon as these words came out.

The noisy sound of weapons instantly disappeared.

The scene became incredibly quiet.

Everyone looked up at the self-shadow, their expressions extremely gloomy.

Because the space was almost closed, the fact was indeed so.

Ying Wuji's face also changed drastically.

He also felt it at this moment.

This closure was very thorough.

He even felt that his connection with the wooden man's incarnation was about to be cut off.

The self-shadow was somewhat proud, "Of course! Don't count on the Hanguang Sword. The sword intent collected by the last Hanguang Formation has been used up. You can't make a single sword. You can count on the Hanguang Sword Spirit to help, but it takes decades to gather the materials for the Hanguang Formation. By then, the Capital of the Great Ming might have opened again. So... Danqing!"

The voice of the self-shadow was full of temptation, "Kill Ying Wuji, and I will help you with all my strength! As long as you kill Ying Wuji and destroy his sword spirit, I will give you the secret method of entry and exit. What do you say?"

Hearing this.

Ying Wuji's face instantly turned icy, "Oh? You're not planning to cooperate with me?"

The self-shadow angrily said, "Are you out of your mind, still wanting to cooperate with me? Wait for your death! Danqing, go!"

Danqing's mouth curled up slightly, "Oh? Interesting!"

(End of the chapter)