freenovelworld Chapter 505: The destiny of the Song Dynasty must not be lost!
Chapter 505: The destiny of the Song Dynasty must not be lost!
South Gate.
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The wind was surging, and as the Great Freedom Buddha retreated, the South Gate, which had been wide open, actually closed a little towards the middle, and the speed at which the spiritual power of heaven and earth in Kyushu was lost also slowed down a lot.
"The Master is indeed powerful, worthy of being the totem of Kyushu. I wonder how long he has lived?" Old Man Guiguzi didn't know how long Confucius had lived.
In his memory, people called him Confucius, but he liked to be called Master. It is said that his biggest dream and ideal was to be a Master, that is, a teacher, to teach people "truth" and "knowledge". He was obviously very strong, but he was unwilling to teach people the way to practice.
It is rumored that he once accepted three thousand disciples, but no one learned the method of cultivation, and in the end, they all died of old age, sickness and death. Only two unknown students survived. People called them Venerable Arnold and Venerable Ayao. No one knew whether these two people really existed.
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Wusheng City.
"Master, it's quite good that you taught that bald donkey a lesson. I'm sure that bald donkey won't dare to attack Jiuzhou again for some time in the future."
Inside a huge city, inside a huge mansion, on a huge training platform, there is a burly man. The clothes he wears are very strange. They look like soft armor, but not like armor. He wears a coat that is neither long nor short on his upper body, long trousers on his lower body, and exquisite leather shoes on his feet.
“I don’t know when I will have the chance to go to the world of immortals and Buddhas and kill a few bald donkeys and immortals?” He is the Martial Saint of Jiuzhou, Zhang Wanxiang.
He has been stationed in Wusheng City in Jiuzhou for three thousand years. Ever since the fall of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he has been in Wusheng City and has never left.
Having seen the ups and downs of the entire Kyushu, the blooming and withering of flowers, the fall of mighty men like stars, and the replacement of dynasties, only Wusheng City remained unmoved.
As the saying goes, if you see all the Martial Saint Flowers in one day, you can practice martial arts for three thousand years!
The spiritual power and fortune of the heaven and earth in other parts of Jiuzhou were being devoured and absorbed by the world of immortals and Buddhas. Only the sky above Wusheng City was calm, as if everything had nothing to do with this world.
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In the vast world of immortals and Buddhas, there is no visible boundary. The huge immortal palace stands in the sky, with pavilions and towers everywhere, and immortals shuttle through it.
The Lord of the Immortal Palace raised his head and looked towards the west, frowning as he sensed the chilling aura of Jiuzhou. "When will that old man die?"
There were many land immortals standing below, and some of them understood that the old thing mentioned by the Lord of the Immortal Palace was Confucius, who had guarded Jiuzhou for who knows how many years.
Some people were surprised and didn't know who the old thing the Lord of the Immortal Palace was talking about. They hurriedly asked the people around them. When they learned that it was the Master, they were more or less shocked.
"Everyone, please be more restrained in absorbing the luck and spiritual power of Jiuzhou. I don't want to provoke that old guy for the time being. If he gets angry, it's not impossible for him to come to kill us from the South Gate."
As he spoke, the Lord of the Immortal Palace was obviously a little apprehensive.
It is rumored that Confucius once really went up to the world of immortals and Buddhas from the south gate and killed ninety-nine immortals on land. Later, he was besieged by the entire world of immortals and Buddhas and had to retreat back to Kyushu.
The most important thing is, even if he is the master of the Immortal Palace, he doesn’t know how strong Kong Sheng is in Jiuzhou, and no one has ever seen him use his full strength.
When the land immortals sitting in the Immortal Palace heard the words of the Palace Master, the speed of the flow of spiritual energy in their bodies slowed down a lot, and the power of absorbing luck also weakened a lot.
"My Lord, the luck of the Song Dynasty had been exhausted, but somehow it seems to have re-condensed."
When a land immortal passed through the South Gate and felt the luck of Jiuzhou, he remembered very clearly that more than 20 years ago, he was the one who personally devoured the luck of the Great Song Dynasty. His purpose was to make the Great Song Dynasty in the center of Jiuzhou. He wanted to create chaos, so he started from the center of Jiuzhou. By then, it would inevitably affect the entire body and would most likely cause a chain reaction.
"The Great Song Dynasty's geographical location is very special. It will never be allowed to develop comfortably. Since it has condensed its luck, let me devour it."
The Lord of the Immortal Palace frowned slightly. The three thousand years deadline was coming, and what he wanted was chaos in Jiuzhou. Only when the whole Jiuzhou was in chaos, they would be able to gain more luck. When the rules were in chaos, the Immortal Buddha World would have a chance to regain control of Jiuzhou.
"As ordered!"
The immortal on land knew very well that there was only a small opportunity like this every year. If he didn't quickly devour the luck of Kyushu now, it would be very difficult to improve his cultivation in the following year.
"Wait! I will handle it myself, and deal with it thoroughly."
The Lord of the Immortal Palace waved his hand slightly and spoke to the immortal on land.
I only felt an unfathomable aura bursting out from the Lord of the Immortal Palace, and rays of light emanated from his body, dazzling.
The numerous land immortals in the Immortal Palace greedily devoured the luck of Jiuzhou. For them, the luck of Jiuzhou was the best resource for cultivation.
Outside the South Gate, Old Man Guigu held a cane and pulled the South Gate hard. As midnight passed, the South Gate began to shrink a little bit under the pull of Old Man Guigu.
At this moment, he suddenly raised his head and felt the breath of the master of the Immortal Palace. His eyes narrowed: "Why is this guy still here? Isn't he afraid that the Master will take action?"
Then, he felt the breath of the Lord of the Immortal Palace, who was obviously heading towards the center of Jiuzhou. He frowned slightly. He knew that place was the territory of the Great Song Dynasty. He had a disciple who had served as a general in that dynasty decades ago. He still had a deep impression of Yue Teng, a man who was "loyal" to the Great Song Dynasty.
Inside the inner courtyard of Qingya Pavilion, Yan Nishang sat in the room, feeling the luck and spiritual power of the Song Dynasty fade away faster, her eyes were filled with cold light.
"No matter who comes, I will not allow the fortune of the Song Dynasty to pass away." Ye Feng held the Emperor's Sword in his hand, his expression became domineering, and he stood in the middle of the yard.
There was no spiritual energy flowing through his body, and the wine he had swallowed had not yet been completely digested. He raised the Emperor's Sword high in the air, and the golden sword light shot up into the sky.
The people of the entire Song Dynasty only felt that the dark night sky was completely cut through by a sword light, and the black clouds covering the sky above the Song Dynasty were completely crushed.
"What a big tone, who do you think you are?"
The Lord of the Immortal Palace never expected that in the weak Song Dynasty, there would be someone who dared to speak so arrogantly.
The words just fell!
His face changed drastically, just because of the sword light that shot up into the sky, rushed straight into the clouds, broke through the clouds, crossed the void, and slashed towards the Immortal Palace!