Chapter 48 A Fog in Chang'an, a Woman's Sigh

In the middle of the sky and the earth, the sky is high and the earth is wide, there is a sword light passing a little above the sky, heading towards the city of Chang'an.

The streamer came out through the clouds, with a long tail mark, the speed was too fast, the main body could not be seen at all, only a streamer could be seen.

However, the person who controls the streamer doesn't have the intention to hide his momentum, so anyone who sees it can feel it, as if a sword is coming through the clouds.

Sharp, sharp, domineering.

In the stream of light, Li Qiu became more and more frustrated, his eyes lowered slightly.

The mountains and rivers are all under the body, the meandering rivers are like blood vessels, and the undulating peaks are like the backbone.

But in his eyes, these things didn't seem to exist.

Just now, he wanted to use Qingcheng's teleportation circle to go to Xiazhou where Chang'an City is located, but found that the teleportation circles in all cities of Xiazhou had already suspended their operation.

Somehow, without warning!

Combined with the previous news, he instantly came to a conclusion

King Qing is about to start!

Those who abandon me will not stay in the day of yesterday.

Those who mess with my mind will be more troubled today.

Chang'an Sword Immortal, even if he is called an immortal, he cannot escape the shackles of the people beside the mountain.

He is upset

There is no wind in Chang'an today.

Xianglong Mansion.

Amidst the evening drums and morning bells, a middle-aged man slowly left the mansion.

The scarlet cloak he was wearing couldn't help but fluttered, hunting and dancing, as if telling the people in this city that something big was about to happen.

"Your Excellency King Qing, you cannot leave the mansion easily during this time." The middle-aged man had just walked out of the gate when a Chang'an guard in silver and white armor took a step forward.

King Qing did not come to Chang'an for fun, but for investigation.

Before the results of the investigation came to light, or without Xia Zhao's permission, he could not easily leave the residence.

"Huh?" King Qing squinted at the Chang'an Wei monk who stepped forward to stop him, his face expressionless.

"This is Your Majesty's order." Under the might of Emperor Wudi, Chang'an Wei, whose cultivation base was no more than the seventh realm, trembled in his heart, but he still gritted his teeth.

"Ah!" The next moment, the Chang'an Wei cultivator let out a miserable cry.

King Qing's right hand came over in an instant, and the palm directly grabbed his body, and with a sudden pinch, his head immediately collapsed. As soon as his soul flew out, it was washed away by King Qing's vigorous blood.

Drip!

Afterwards, streaks of blood suddenly flowed out from the body of Brother Chang'an Wei, converging towards King Qing's palm, and the streaks of blood quickly gathered into a drop of scarlet blood.

And its body, after the blood was extracted, quickly dried up and turned into a mummy.

This scene is very similar to the bloody disaster in Zhenjiang City, like a replica.

Looking at the drop of scarlet blood in the palm of his hand, greed flashed in King Qing's eyes.

Not enough, not enough, not enough.

However, if Chang'an is slaughtered, the blood essence that can be collected should be enough.

Even if it is impossible to break through the ancestral realm, the half-ancestor is absolutely no problem.

Finally, he raised his narrow and sharp Danfeng eyes, stepped into the air with one step, crossed the void, and picked up the steps.

There was a surge of blood under his feet.

"Li Qiubai, you are the Sword Immortal, and I am Emperor Wu."

"They are all cultivators of the Honorable Realm. Your life has been smooth and smooth. With just a sword, you have encountered mountains and opened mountains, and encountered rivers and cut rivers. Although it is satisfactory, it still lacks a little bit of experience."

"And I am good at planning, and I have planned for thousands of years. Li Qiubai, why don't you fall into my wishful thinking?"

"Today, I don't just want to count you, I also want to count everyone in the world, including this Giant Spirit Xuanzun."

Every time he took a step, a word fell in his heart.

When all the words in his heart fell to the ground, he was already hanging high above the sky, looking around, his breath suddenly released.

Not only has the invincible domineering arrogance of physical cultivation, but also the awe-inspiring arrogance of Tianhuang nobles, and the scene is magnificent.

Great Xia Qing King, Xia Qing!

Chang'an, where there was no wind, suddenly blew up.

whizzed by.

The wind blows in Chang'an.

A wisp of fog appeared in the huge city of Chang'an.

The source of this mist appeared in Xianglong Mansion,

It spread in an instant, covering the entire Chang'an City in the blink of an eye.

In the city, in many mansions and quiet rooms, countless cultivators who were immersed in the practice of kung fu, or focused on refining magic weapons, or refining elixir, suddenly sensed a terrifying aura, and raised their heads in panic.

The next moment, thick black mist seeped out from the surrounding walls and below the ground, completely enveloping their bodies in an instant.

Immediately, they found that they seemed to be stuck in a swamp, unable to move at all.

Thin threads of blood overflowed from their bodies and merged into the mist.

As the blood shot out, their skin gradually became dry, the blood on their faces gradually disappeared, and their consciousness gradually became blurred.

Because, the drawn out blood thread is their vitality, it is blood essence, once the blood essence is gone, life will be gone.

above the sky.

At this time, a burly figure appeared beside King Qing.

It was a blue giant with blue eyes shining, and the black mist was emitted by him.

In front of the two of them, there was a huge ball of blood that was constantly spinning.

Countless blood streaks poured in from all directions in Chang'an, converging towards this blood cell.

"Xuan Zun," King Qing said with a sudden smile as he looked at the blue giant, "There should be no problem."

The cyan giant is the strongest of the giant spirit demon clan, the head of the four gods in the abyss Tianmen domain introduced by King Qing himself, Xuanzun!

Xuanzun stretched out one hand, streams of mist gushed out from his palm, and then swam and spread like a dragon, covering the entire Chang'an City.

"Chang'an, as long as there are no respectable cultivators, it's just like a plaything in my hands." Xuanzun smiled sadly.

"That's good," King Qing nodded reassuringly, showing a cruel smile, "There are no monks with honorable titles in Chang'an, and even if there are, I can stop them."

At this moment, black mist covered Chang'an like a ghost on earth.

There was a fog in Chang'an.

All the creatures in the mist, their blood essence, were drawn by Xuanzun in the blink of an eye.

Ordinary mortals turned into a mummy almost instantly.

Even monks with extraordinary cultivation bases don't have much resistance. At most, they have huge blood essence and can last for a while.

The Foggy Palace.

A huge formation sensed the wind, and reacted in an instant. The golden light formed a semicircular shield, covering the entire palace.

The mist wanted to infiltrate into the palace, but was blocked by this large formation, so the two collided.

The loud bangs of jingling echoed continuously.

The mist turns into various shapes, sometimes it hits the glass cover like a hammer, and sometimes it bites and impacts like a wild beast.

The terrifying power kept reverberating, but the shield remained motionless.

Because, this is a part of the Chang'an formation, a part of the power of the strongest formation that exists in the world.

Outside the shield, the mist kept flowing.

Inside the shield, in the hall, there was a huge crowd.

A graceful and luxurious woman sits on the high dragon head throne.

Underneath, is the Daxia cultivator who is very angry.

"Prince Qing is crazy!"

"As a Daxia royal family, a monk of the human race, he dared to make friends with the demon venerable!"

"Now it's not a matter of his friendship with the Demon Lord, he is going to massacre the city! Do you understand!"

"One King Qing and one Xuanzun both possess the power of the title of Nine Realms, how do we stop them? Dead end, dead end!"

After all, only a few people know about the existence of the Great Slaughtering Formation, so many monks in the main hall who don't know the existence of this formation are already in despair.

Some people were furious, while others trembled and felt extremely painful.

No matter what the purpose of King Qing is, what he is doing now is against the family ethics and makes people feel chilling.

"Your Majesty, let's activate the Grand Slaughter Formation." In the crowd, Chang'an Wei An Xihou took a step forward, clasped his fists and said loudly.

Xia Zhao raised her phoenix eyes slightly, looking at An Xihou with an extremely calm expression.

"Your Majesty, I can't hesitate anymore." An Xihou said again with bloodshot eyes.

At this time, none of the Daxia monks on the field was a fool, and they understood a lot of things in an instant. They still have cards in Chang'an, which can deal with the situation of two slaughtering the city!

"Your Majesty, no matter what price you need to pay for activating this so-called Zun Zun Formation, there is no need to hesitate any longer.

No matter how high the price is, it will not be greater than the massacre of Chang'an! "Someone said sadly.

Soon, these words caused echoes one after another.

Everyone was fixedly looking at Xia Zhao, at this magnificent woman, waiting for her final decision.

"Okay." Amid everyone's eagerly looking forward, Xia Zhao nodded slowly and said softly.

She stood up.

The next moment, a drop of golden blood appeared in Xia Zhao's hand.

The moment the blood appeared, the many Daxia monks in the hall who had at least seven realms of cultivation all changed their colors and their hair stood on end, as if they were facing a prehistoric beast.

What kind of blood is that?

The golden light is as bright as a round of the sun, it is astonishingly dazzling, and the divine glow soars into the sky, entwined with strands of immortal energy.

As soon as it appeared, it revealed an unpredictable coercion.

The most frightening thing is that there is no murderous intent in this drop of blood, just the natural coercion is already so terrifying.

Unbelievable!

A drop of blood is so terrifying, how terrifying will the owner of the blood be?

whose blood?

Xia Zhao flicked the drop of blood lightly.

Heaven and earth suddenly rise.

The blood exudes a surging momentum, rushes up suddenly, leaves the mask, breaks through the heavy black mist, hovers high in the sky, emits a huge energy like a vast ocean, shakes the void, and the waves emitted seem to tear the sky .

Outside the palace, above Chang'an, Xuanzun let out an exclamation, narrowed his eyes, and smelled a sense of danger.

In this drop of blood, he felt the breath that made him tremble, as if he saw a man through the blood, his figure was not very real, and he was looking at him.

That's Daozu!

Xuanzun trembled all over, even though he was the number one demon in the Tianmen Region, he subconsciously felt fear at this time, and wanted to bow his head and surrender.

It's just a drop of blood!

Prince Qing, who was beside him, looked at this scene with an extremely complicated expression, but his heart was extremely fanatical.

This is the ancestral realm, a drop of blood can make Xuanzun tremble and fear!

Endless brilliance emanated from the golden blood, falling down.

Then, amazing changes took place.

Looking down at Chang'an, you will find that in the city that has been completely shrouded in black mist at this time, there are countless golden lights shining from the ground of Chang'an, breaking through the heavy black mist.

The golden light grass snake gray line is like an invisible big pen, which is wandering.

Dragons and snakes are flying, iron paintings are shining at sunset, mist is silver hooks.

Majestic and magnificent.

This is Chang'an City's Zun Zun Great Formation, with the entire Chang'an as the formation map, the vertical and horizontal streets as the formation lines, the imperial palace as the formation eyes, and the power of heaven and earth as the source of formation power.

It starts up and consumes

Daoist Essence and Blood!

Such a large formation can only be activated by the essence and blood of Dao Ancestor.

"What is this?" Xuanzun was extremely afraid, and a little annoyed, "It can threaten me, didn't you say that everything is properly arranged?"

"This formation is here, I can't continue to refine blood for you, otherwise I may die."

"Don't worry, everything is under the control of this king." King Qing looked around at the brilliance covering the entire Chang'an, saw the dense cyclones rising from all parts of Chang'an like stars, his face was expressionless, but his eyes were shining brightly , suddenly snorted coldly.

In Chang'an, there are 480 tenement buildings.

Castle outside the mountain, building outside the building.

The building is hundreds of feet high.

Prior to this, no one knew what these four hundred and eighty tenement buildings were used for, and why they were guarded by heavy soldiers?

But now, they know.

At this moment, all the four hundred and eighty tenement buildings radiated light, and Changhong rushed out.

Tanglou is the 480 points of the Great Slaughtering Zun Formation.

But at this moment, among the four hundred and eighty tenement buildings, turmoil broke out almost at the same time.

Someone held a short dagger and pierced into the light.

Afterwards, Tang Lou trembled violently.

There was a breeze.

The walls collapsed, sawdust splashed everywhere, and the tenement building shattered.

The figures continued to scatter, and the smoke and dust were everywhere.

above the sky.

A flaming spear fell from a very high place and landed directly in King Qing's hands.

Searing flames burst from the spear.

King Qing frowned in pain.

This was a pain that even Emperor Wu's physical body could not resist.

only

King Qing held the spear tightly, but refused to let go.

Because, this is the Spear of Power!

Enduring the burning pain in his palm, King Qing waved his spear lightly.

The endless whistling sound immediately echoed between the sky and the earth.

The yellow cloth guise of the wine shop in the market is whistling, the pagoda trees by the roadside are whistling, the plantains by the river are whistling, and the lion carved out of stone is breathing.

The whole city of Chang'an was breathing and roaring.

The world of Chang'an has already come under his control.

With a gloomy gaze, he looked towards the palace that was shrouded in golden light.

"Luo." King Qing said softly.

With a sound of his falling, the golden light that was eroded by the black mist gradually faded and might dissipate at any time.

In the palace.

Xia Zhao spat out a mouthful of blood, her face pale as a snow mountain.

"My lord!" Anxihou turned pale with shock.

Xia Zhao wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, covered her chest, shook her head, and said softly, "The Zun Zun Formation is now under King Qing's control."

"Now they are three."

"How is it possible?" An Xihou staggered, his body trembling.

"He found the fate of the Great Slaughtering Formation, and temporarily seized the control of the Great Slaughtering Formation."

"This is the grand formation set up by Dao Patriarch. How could it be so easily found and robbed?" An Xihou struggled, still holding on to the last sliver of hope.

"The Dao ancestor is very strong, but the formation is dead after all. King Qing has been preparing for this time for too long." Xia Zhao has already reacted by this time. This time King Qing's entry into Chang'an is completely shocking. Conspiracy, a long-planned conspiracy.

"The Killing Zun Formation is very strong, so even if King Qing has been preparing for so long, he can only forcibly seize control of the Killing Zun Formation for half an hour. After half a quarter of an hour, the Killing Zun Formation will return to my hands."

Xia Zhao looked around and glanced at the faces of all Daxia cultivators on the field, "It's just, can you all survive this quarter of an hour?"

None of the people present answered.

"Everyone, today is the time for me to fulfill my promise of the day." Xia Zhao calmly sat back on the Dragon Head Throne, extremely calm about the coming disaster.

But the Daxia monks below did not have this concentration.

After all, in the face of death, how many people can remain calm?

There are those who are desperate, who want to fight to the death, and those who whisper or even blame Xia Zhao.

"If it hadn't been for His Majesty to disregard our advice and insist on going his own way, how could he be in today's situation?"

"Women are women after all, emotional matters"

The voice of blame grew from small to large, and gradually became the mainstream.

These undisguised voices of blame naturally fell into Xia Zhao's ears, but her expression remained calm.

"I will return with my lord!" Amidst the commotion, An Xihou, the leader of Chang'an Guard and Xia Zhao's confidant, finally calmed down, took a step forward, and firmly expressed his support for Xia Zhao.

Facing this chaotic situation, Xia Zhao's mood was a little chilled, but his expression didn't change much.

"Since it was my choice that day, I have no regrets or regrets in the face of such a result." She glanced at the Daxia monks with different attitudes, and said calmly.

Because this Great Xia's second venerable, the first female venerable, has never cared about the possibility of Chang'an City getting out of control since she took office.

For ten thousand years, she has almost never developed her own power, not to mention, she has transferred all the power and resources she can control to Tianhe City.

Although in the eyes of many human monks, Xia Zhao's arrangement was not selfish, but extremely necessary.

But for so many years, many Daxia monks have expressed fierce opposition.

Because of Xia Zhao's actions, it can only show that she is a good Great Xia Master, not a qualified Great Xia Master.

Your Majesty Daxia, you should not only shoulder the responsibility of protecting the human race and the human realm, but also shoulder the responsibility of Daxia.

If all the power of Chang'an is transferred to Tianhe, wouldn't Chang'an become empty?

But back then, facing those Daxia monks who were fiercely opposed, Xia Zhao only said one sentence, and knocked back all the objections.

"Chang'an will not be captured. If it is captured, I will return with it."

"I am Your Majesty, I am not afraid of death, are you afraid?"

I still remember the domineering and firm attitude of the empress when she said this.

In the eyes of the Great Xia monks, Xia Zhao, who relied on Li Qiubai to secure her position, was as gentle and cowardly as a little white rabbit, showing her absolutely tough side for the first time.

Because she knows better than anyone what is the most important.

He knows better than anyone that the demons are terrifying.

The Demon Race is a monster, a ferocious wild beast, but it was suppressed by Xia Zu back then.

However, Xia Daozu has not been out for a long time, and the day when the ferocious wild beast finally got out of trouble and once again mustered up the courage to choose someone to eat.

At that time, it will be unimaginable how ferocious and powerful the wild beast that has been suppressed for thousands of years can unleash.

Tianhe City is the lifeline of the Human Domain, if it can't hold it, what about Chang'an City?

If there is no human domain, how can there be a great summer?

She sees it better than anyone else.

So even though countless Great Xia monks raised objections against her "selfless" approach, and even a few people who were loyal to her euphemistically made suggestions, she still went her own way.

King Qing, on the other hand, took advantage of Xia Li's indifference to solve the problem of the Zun Zun Formation in Wannian's plan.

Not many people could understand Xia Yan's decision, except Li Qiubai.

In fact, she has never cared about the position of Da Xia Zun, nor has she ever cared about the so-called rights.

If it wasn't for that responsibility, she would have abandoned everything and followed the sword fairy to wander the world.

But since she took this position, she has only one goal from the beginning to the present

The merit is not in a moment, but the victory is in the future.

Although nothing can be seen now, time will prove everything, and history will prove everything.

It's just that Xia Zhao is sitting high on the throne, his eyes like water waves seem to travel through endless time and space, overlooking the mountains and rivers of the world.

She may not see that moment anymore.

It's just that even though he was extremely determined in his heart, at this moment, facing the whole room full of Daxia monks with different thoughts, extreme exhaustion and a faint fear quietly surfaced in Shangxia Yan's heart.

It wasn't death she feared.

It's the fear that after this point, I will never see that person again.

The prosperous age is about to fall, and the abyss is on the side. As a member of the human race, she can only die.

But the little girl named Xia once thought that once the chaos of the demon clan subsides and the world is peaceful, she will immediately leave the coveted position of the Great Xia, and go fishing, farming and studying, wandering in the rivers and lakes.

Now it seems that everything is just hope after all.

In the palace, there was a woman's distant sigh.

There is no resentment in the sigh, only long regrets.