"Hehe, the way of heaven is cyclical, and no one can escape the wrath of heaven! I just hope that when True Person Tianlan is destroying Buddhism, he will think more about the future."
With that, Fan Qinghui fell silent, her eyes tightly shut. Then, drops of scalding blood gushed from her mouth. Clearly, she had severed her own heart meridian!
Seeing this, and looking at the already deceased Fan Qinghui, Cai Yan nodded, showing some responsibility by choosing the most straightforward and effective approach. Then, she looked at the Empress Yin beside her.
Seeing this, Zhu Yuyan smiled and said, "Whatever the True Person wants to do, my Yin Kui Sect will cooperate, only hoping that our lineage will continue."
Upon hearing this, Cai Yan nodded. That's easy to say, and the requirements aren't too high. As long as the Yin Kui Sect is willing to genuinely support them, even bringing them to the main world isn't out of the question.
With Fan Qinghui's death, Song Que began to hack and slash wildly as if he had gone mad. At first, his swordsmanship was full of spiritual energy and was extremely dignified, a typical example of uprightness and justice.
Combined with his terrifying spiritual sense and profound, almost divine, feeling, his destructive power was truly immense. In fact, at the beginning, Shi A was almost seriously injured by his attack due to carelessness.
"Heavenly Blade Ninth Form..."
Feeling the destructive force of the strike, Shi A couldn't help but shake his head. The swordsmanship was good, and the intention was also excellent, but unfortunately, Song Que was having some mental problems at this moment.
His state of mind was affected by Fan Qinghui's death. If it were at a different time and in a different place, allowing him to recuperate properly, he might have been able to rise from the ashes and make further progress. Unfortunately, they were on the battlefield. Shi A had no need to give him that opportunity.
Seizing an opening, he glided across the sky like a shooting star, leaving a dazzling trail. Then, a clear wound appeared on Song Que's chest.
Drops of blood appeared on the surface of the wound, within which condensed sword energy remained. If it were to erupt, it would cause a ruptured heart and death!
"Go, I won't kill you. Go back to the Song Clan and settle your affairs properly. You have one to three months left. Of course, if you want to surrender during this time, you can come back to me." Shi A said with some regret as he looked at Song Que's faltering figure.
He was truly a promising talent. These days, pure martial artists like Song Que are rare. It's just a pity that due to his environment and other factors, his vision was limited by the world, and in his youth, he was preoccupied with romantic relationships. His once-sharp Heavenly Blade has become dull!
Now it's up to Song Que himself. If he can overcome the trauma of Fan Qinghui's death, then there's still a good chance he can dispel that sword energy and continue living. If not, then it's truly a pity!
As time passed, the major battles had essentially come to an end.
Of the eight Celestials who participated in the Immortal-Slaying War, Fan Qinghui is now dead, Empress Zhu Yuyan has surrendered, the Scattered Immortal Ning Daoqi is contemplating surrender, and the Martial Venerable of the Frontier, Bi Xuan, is dead. Liao Kong and Tan Zong are entangled. Fu Cailin is also entangled, and as for Song Que, he no longer has the strength to fight.
If you count them, you'll find that five of the eight celestial beings are gone, leaving only Fu Cailin, the celestial being from Goguryeo, and the two great monks, Tanzong and Liaokong. But how long can these three hold out?
Therefore, by this point, the situation was actually quite clear. Accompanied by a dazzling, earth-shattering light, Master Yi Jian, Fu Cailin, also departed.
"Haha, my whole life, since I came of age, has been worrying about Goguryeo, and that worry has lasted for seventy years! For these seventy years, I have devoted myself to this cause every day, turning my worries into motivation, and I have made great progress in martial arts. Now, I can finally stop worrying." As he spoke, Fu Cailin's eyes gradually dimmed.
Seeing this, Xi Yao had no choice but to shake his head and sigh, "Alas, what a pity. Although martial arts have no national boundaries, martial artists themselves do have national boundaries! The Great Dao is as deep as an abyss, and the path is long and arduous. Another fellow Daoist has passed away."
"Amitabha Buddha, thus have I heard..."
Accompanied by the sound of Buddhist chanting, everyone in Yangzhou could hear it clearly, and their hearts were directly influenced. Many even experienced enlightenment.
While chanting Buddhist scriptures, he radiated golden Buddhist light, making Liaokong appear so sacred and natural!
"World Honored One, how cruel you are!!!"
After saying this, Liaokong of Jingnian Temple passed away. After his death, he, who originally looked like a young man of twenty, aged rapidly. His black eyebrows turned white instantly. His smooth skin also automatically became dry and withered, and age spots appeared.
Next, it turned directly into dust. With a gentle breeze, as the dust settled, several relics of varying sizes remained in its place!
Looking at the few relics left behind, the four holy monks looked at the surrounding formation, the literary energy covering the sky, and exchanged glances. Then, Master Daoxin suddenly laughed three times.
"Haha, I'll head over first and see what this underworld is like!" As he spoke, a soft golden light emanated from his body.
"Thus have I heard..."
Seeing this, the remaining three holy monks followed suit, laughing heartily and saying, "Hehe, how can we let you get there first? Let's go together!"
Looking at the golden light rising one after another throughout Yangzhou, and listening to the crystal-clear Buddhist chants, anyone with a sound mind would know what choice to make at this moment!
"Your Highness, what should we do?" Chai Shao asked immediately, looking at the strange phenomena in the sky.
What to do? What could be done in this situation? It was simply a matter of surrendering or dying. If one were truly loyal, one wouldn't have asked this question before Li Shimin even spoke!
Therefore, asking this question is essentially saying, "Let's surrender!"
If it were any other time, when he was in complete martial arts prowess and surrounded by henchmen, how could Chai Shao dare to utter such discouraging words!
But what about now? Li Xiuning remained silent, Li Jing had already fallen unconscious, and Hong Fu Nu, who was caring for him, was herself seriously injured. Yuchi Gong, the loyal and uncultured roughneck, was already dead in battle.
Changsun Wuji, the brother-in-law, remained silent. Fang Xuanling, the trusted advisor, had also fallen unconscious.
Although he knew that the fact that everyone had waited until now to ask was already a sign of great loyalty, Li Shimin still couldn't help but sigh.
"Alright, surrender now."
With that, Li Shimin vanished in a flash. He was unwilling, he was truly unwilling!
Why? Everything was prepared, a bright future was beckoning, and all he had to do was adopt the demeanor of a wise ruler to naturally possess the world.
But now? Even the most loyal ones are starting to have different thoughts. Could it be that they really aren't the true Son of Heaven?
No, we must find out the truth; that person definitely knows!
Suddenly, the sounds of fighting broke out, and then Lin Yang looked up and saw Li Shimin, who was seriously injured.
At this moment, Li Shimin's face was pale. His body was covered in wounds, and his clothes were stained with blood, making him look very unwell. At the same time, he tightly gripped the Emperor's Sword, which had just been forged, in his right hand and continued to charge towards Lin Yang.
Seeing this, and sensing Li Shimin's condition, Lin Yang concluded that he was nearing death and posed no threat. Therefore, he waved his hand and released him.
"Why? Why is all this happening?" Li Shimin asked unwillingly.
"There's no reason why; it was all a calculation. The imperial selection six months ago was merely a delaying tactic to divert attention and prepare for training an elite army. Otherwise, how could we have managed to hold off all the feudal lords for a full six months?"
"As for the so-called Son of Heaven, if I hadn't appeared, you would be the future emperor of this world. As for why I did this, it was merely a mission. It can only be said that it was fate!"