The Sword Dynasty - 510. Chapter 509

Heavy snowfall.

An army was waiting quietly in the wasteland. Because the snow flakes were so large, it appeared heavy. It fell on the armor, and even made the puff of arrows falling on the drum.

The leader of the generals was holding two golden ropes in his hands, and at the end of the golden locks were two snow apes that were twice as tall as an ordinary sergeant.

When they smelled the familiar breath finally appeared in the wind and snow, the two snow apes roared lowly at the same time.

“General Yelu, the wind and snow are too heavy, so don’t hurry up and drink a pot of hot wine in my camp.”

The armor on the head of the general is also pure gold, which is incompatible with the world at this time. Because the surrounding is too pale and cold, the pure gold armor on his body looks even more dazzling, and the beams of light are like golden sunlight burning. When he got up, he finally caught people’s eyes and seemed to have orange flames tumbling.

He wears a face of pure gold on his face, and several unique runes are like tears, with sparkling light spots flowing in it.

At this moment, his voice penetrated the wind and snow, causing all the snow in front of him to boil like a pot of hot porridge.

“Why be polite.”

There was a faint sound from the wind and snow, but it contained an unimaginable and majestic voice.

The boiling snow suddenly subsided, and fell to the ground like heavy lead. Obviously only one person came, but the sound of these snow falling to the ground seemed to be followed by thousands of troops.

“It’s not polite, my abandoned prince of Donghu, the great general of Wu’s country. At this time, the war between Wu’s and Daqin has not completely stopped. If Wu is not leading the army, but to my Donghu Fengxue for a walk, how can we not endure the friendship of the landlord Entertain one or two?”

The Donghu general looked at the man in a white fox fur coat who was walking slowly, and said, “I hope General Yelu Canglang sympathizes with me, and move early to rest. Don’t let me wait to accompany you for a walk. ”

The man wearing a white fox fur coat is the No. 1 figure in the Ushi Nation’s military, Yelu Canglang. His face is calm at this time, looking at the huge army looming in the snow and the vast world behind the army, his eyes There was an unspeakable sigh, but the tone was still cold and light: “Emperor Donghu has no other use. Standing prince is great. Five consecutive princes were set up, but they were not satisfied, and all were dethroned. So that the other countries abroad were dissatisfied. There are only the eldest prince, the second prince, and the third prince… but Donghu has the eldest prince, the second prince, and the third prince.”

General Donghu’s tone suddenly turned sharp: “General Yelu, you fled to Wushi and became a general Wushi. Our emperor will not be held accountable, and we will still be an ally with Donghu. I have already thought about the love of blood and blood. Why, today? Are you trying to talk about the failure of old accounts?”

“Don’t be nervous, I’m just here to deliver a letter.” Yelu Canglang looked at the Donghu general with a faint smile.

General Donghu shook his head and said indifferently: “Unfortunately, no matter who you want to send the letter to, I won’t let you pass it.”

“I know.”

Yelu Canglang raised his head slightly and laughed, “I know you will follow me, so the person who really delivered the letter should have already delivered the letter to that person by this time.”

General Donghu’s body suddenly shook, and the golden light on his body was flying in the air like countless golden cables.

He suddenly turned and looked behind him.

In that boundless snowstorm, like the end of heaven and earth, there was a huge and towering shadow.

That is a mountain.

In the legends of generations, the Donghu people believe that the Gampoqi sacred mountain is the residence of the gods.

“what do you want to do?”

The Donghu general slowly turned around stiffly, looked at Yelu Canglang, and slowly said, “Who do you want to send the letter to?”

Yelu Canglang looked at him without answering.

It wasn’t because he didn’t like the general, but because the answer was meaningless, because even he was not familiar with that person.

…

On the huge mountain, there are huge steps of natural cross shape.

The stone steps up to several meters at each level are covered with immortal ice and snow, and the meridians are like blue and black jewels, carrying a kind of vicissitudes and strange power.

Not only the air, but even the vitality of heaven and earth becomes extremely thin at such a height.

At the bottom of the sacred mountain, near the pasture that ordinary herders can provide, there are some grottoes in which many real ascetic monks live.

The ultimate pursuit of these monks is to reduce their demand for this world as much as possible, reduce food intake as much as possible, and pursue the peace and joy of the spiritual world as much as possible.

In this winter when the blizzard came, even these real ascetics had withdrawn from these caves, but in a grotto on the mountainside, there was still a ascetic.

This grotto is not deep. In the midsummer season, the sun can fall to the end of the grotto.

On the stone walls on both sides are carved several venerables who can’t see their faces. Their faces seem to be a bit fierce. However, because the time of carving is not known how many years have passed, it is entangled with the taste of the years, in the dim environment, it is There is a kind of compassion.

At the end of the grotto, there are some deep purple cotton pads, frosted with frost, on which sits an extremely thin old monk.

The old monk’s skin seemed to have been tanned leather, and it was tightly attached to the bones of his body. However, when he opened his eyes, his eyes were crystal clear, showing a real five-color light.

A young man carrying a sword appeared at the entrance of this grotto. As he opened his eyes, his figure was reflected in the depths of his eyes.

Feeling the unique taste of the sword in that city, the old monk felt that it was a fateful meeting. He spoke, and the vocal cords in his throat shook for the first time after many years without vibrating, making a gentle voice, “You are long Lingren?”

The young man bowed and saluted, and said: “Junior Li Xixing, born in Changling, is a native of Qin. Senior, your old friend, ask me to bring you something.”

“Old man?”

The old monk looked at the young man suspiciously, and asked without emotion: “What?”

Li Xixing got up, a piece of wood in his hand bounced out and fell in front of the old monk.

When this piece of wood flew in the air, the old monk’s eyes became sharp and brilliant, and the statues of the venerable on both sides of the stone walls made a strange sound. The vitality of the thin air was suddenly born, like a fountain. The cave mouth sprayed out.

An inexplicable symphony of gold and iron sounded.

The old monk stood up.

As he stood up, the piece of wood stayed in front of him, then turned into powder in his breath, collapsed and disappeared, but the lines on the piece of wood still existed in his pupils.

“I see.”

The old monk laughed, saluted Li Xixing, and smiled: “What else does he say to me?”

“I hope that Donghu and Wu’s friendship will be good.” Li Xixing said.

The old monk thought for a while, and said with true joy, “Okay.”

“Anything else?”

“there is none left.”

“good.”

When the second word “good” was spoken, the figure of the old monk disappeared from this grotto.

An expansive meaning passed over Li Xixing’s body, and suddenly disappeared.

Li Xixing had seen countless strong people, especially those strong like Gu Huai, but the breath still made him stop breathing.

…

A small hill is covered with buildings in three colors of yellow, white and crimson.

These towering buildings that hold down the mountain are Donghu’s imperial palace.

In the many ground-floor buildings of these palaces, there are countless serfs wailing under their whips, and the white and tender bodies of many female slaves weeping under the fat bodies of their masters.

Donghu is different from the dynasties in the world at this time. Except for the powerful, the rest are all slaves.

Outside the palace, sergeants armed with golden ge are patrolling.

A barefoot old monk appeared on the main mountain road of the palace without warning.

“who are you?”

Sensing the powerful aura of this old monk, a general who was stuck on the mountain road cautiously asked.

“I want to see Yelu Zhenying.”

Yelu Zhenying was Emperor Donghu.

The general wanted to ask again, but the monk did not stop at all.

The general screamed and couldn’t help but shoot.

Suddenly there was a stream of gold surging on the mountain road, and countless sergeants poured in from the mountain road in all directions in the palace.

A wooden staff appeared in the old monk’s hand.

The stick was black, like a scorched fire stick.

When this wooden staff appeared, his footsteps slowed down, and any terrifying breath on his body disappeared, just like an ordinary monk who didn’t know how to practice and had never practiced before.

However, the terrible breath was all gathered in the wooden staff in his hand.

He was just very simple, without any fancy, handing out this wooden staff, knocking on people or weapons close to his body.

No one was defeated, and no one could withstand his blow.

Whether it is a low-level practitioner in the three realms and four realms, or even a few generals in the seven realms, there is no difference before his wooden staff.

It was just a stick, and the flesh and blood flew all over his body, and he died.

“Who on earth are you?”

No one could stop this old monk’s blow, and the old monk went straight into the palace and appeared in front of Emperor Donghu. In the sound of Emperor Donghu’s panic, the old monk simply handed out the wooden staff again and knocked on Emperor Donghu’s head.

With a pop, Emperor Donghu’s head exploded easily like a paper lantern.

The entire Donghu Palace was suddenly silent as if the wind and snow stopped.

The old monk turned and walked straight out along the mountain road when he came.

The sword intent on that piece of wooden talisman awakened him. The most lacking true meaning in his practice was actually the word “direct.”

To do this thing today, since no one in the entire Donghu Palace can resist, he naturally only needs to use the most direct method.

By directly killing Emperor Donghu in this way, the people in Donghu Palace will naturally gradually know his identity, knowing that he is the strongest practitioner in Donghu today.

“Be good with Wu Shi.”

When he walked out of the palace, he turned his head slightly and said this to the people in the palace.