Chapter 2586: History Does Not Tell

The Millennium Coffin is a very powerful move in the Winter Fairy Art, and it is even more so after the [Longevity Chapter] is completed.

But Jiang Wangzi is not satisfied with just following Hong Junyan, just like he put his unique skills in the Chaowen Dao Palace, and he was never satisfied with his previous self.

Those who sit in the Cloud Top Fairy Palace have their eyes on the nine heavens.

With the general chapter of the fairy way [Lingxiao Chapter] as the leader, and the [Longevity Chapter] and [Ruyi Chapter] as the assistants, this [Ruyi·Millennium Coffin] was created.

On the basis of the original technique freezing the Dao rules and withering lifespan, it also has a strong target on the divine will. Therefore, it can further disintegrate the resistance of the target and deepen the freezing of the Millennium Coffin.

Zuo Qiuwu stood quietly in the mountain and river plate, suppressed by the mountains and rivers of Yan Dynasty, and the bamboo slip held in his left hand also became a sword covered with ice and snow. The white chess powder on his right hand showed a clear light spot in his palm——

Li Yi's sword, from the beginning to now, from the beginning to the end, has been pointing at him, like a long nail that nailed him in time!

Dou Zhao held the sword and hung it quietly without saying a word, his figure fluttering in the wind, reflected on the ice.

Huang Sheli fell like a roc at this moment, stepping on the wind, with a yellow robe covering the snow. She squatted majestically in the ice coffin, with five fingers spread out and pressed down, pushing time.

In such a huge ice coffin, Zuo Qiuwu stood quietly in the mountains and rivers, without any resistance.

Until his lifespan was 332 years, three months and seven days, he slowly opened his eyes and said, "I know his pain."

He wanted to say that he could empathize with him now.

But Cui Yi was only in the realm of God. In the sealed town where his cultivation was locked, he saw the end of life and death step by step. He was powerless and tried but useless.

But Cui Yi was the one who knew nothing about the situation!

Zuoqiuwu, however, chose to bear it after careful consideration.

This is not a simple offset of life span, the pain felt by the two cannot be equal at all.

The old dean in front of him is not only a master of history, but also a great scholar who is famous for studying human nature. It is impossible for him not to understand these. But now he says so.

Jiang Wang only felt his stubbornness.

"Brother Cui will be very sad if he hears you say this." Jiang Wang said.

Zuoqiuwu was silent for a while and said: "We are on the right path, and we will always leave behind some people who are right."

He shook his head gently, his tone was gentle but firm: "It doesn't matter, as long as this road is right, we will always meet at the end. The truly right person can write the best ending."

Jiang Wang no longer talked to him about Cui Yigeng, nor did he argue about what was right. This matter has lost the meaning of discussion.

He just looked at the people on the mountain and river plate quietly: "Do you support the idea of ​​governing the world that your minister Lou Mingbi believes in?"

"Do you think I am from the Equality Country?" Zuo Qiuwu was interested: "What identity have you arranged for me in your mind? Saint Duke, Divine Hero, or King Zhao?"

Jiang Wang said: "It depends on which path you take."

"The three respects of the Equality Country are justice, justice, and reason. It is difficult to find a word in history books." The frost on the bamboo slip in Zuo Qiuwu's hand gradually melted away. The snow water dripped like time. When he talked about the Equality Country, he was calm: "We write history to seek enlightenment. Regardless of the path, I am now easily suppressed by you here. Am I still qualified to rule the Equality Country?"

"Your strength can bear it." Jiang Wang said calmly: "This ice coffin can't seal you at all."

Zuo Qiuwu looked at him steadily, but he didn't deny his strength. He just felt that these people knew his true strength and were still so determined. A true hero is fearless. He shook his head: "Although I write history, I don't follow the old ways. Lou Mingbi's ideas have nothing to do with me."

Jiang Wang still looked at him: "The vast majority of people in the Equal Country believe in the so-called New Heaven. They all want to change the world, not through old books."

Zuo Qiuwu said calmly: "Jiang Zhenjun is too contemptuous of Ouyang Jie and Jingguo. Zheng Wu has been caught. If I am the person behind Lou Mingbi, how can I escape suspicion?"

"That's true." Jiang Wang was just testing by the way, so he didn't dwell on this issue, and turned to say: "Mr. Zuo, where is my colleague? I have searched through the history books of your institute, but he is the only one who can't be seen."

Zuo Qiuwu raised his head slightly: "Speaking of which, you have another friend, what Biancheng Yanjun... He entered the book before you and paved the way for you. The situation is not very good now... Don't you plan to take care of it?"

"That guy can't die." Jiang Wang said casually.

"Won't He be sad if you say that?"

"If He knows how sad it feels."

"You know, death is not the most profound torture."

"Mr. Zuo." Jiang Wang's tone became more serious: "Since you have seen Him, you should know. The so-called 'torture' is not a threatening word to Him."

Zuo Qiuwu exhaled lightly: "Do you know... "The Holy Demonic Art of the Collapse of Rites and Music"? "

Jiang Wang instantly retracted his eyes: "Mr., you know that I am good at refining demons."

Zuo Qiuwu said: "So you also know that the same demonic art has two meanings, whether it is immortal or not."

Jiang Wang seemed to be thinking: "So the Cui Yi that Lord Yan of Biancheng saw is even more..."

Zuo Qiuwu said: "Holy Demon."

Jiang Wang seemed to accidentally brush the corner of his clothes, and the rain that swept across the Daydream Bridge fell on the pavilion in the middle of the lake of the Qinku Academy.

The drops that slid down from the eaves stopped on the back of Chong Xuanzun's fingers. He took a quick look, casually wrote a word on the empty chessboard, and then raised his boots and stepped out.

In the Qianqiu coffin, Jiang Wang muttered: "As far as I know, the Holy Demon Lord was killed more than two thousand years ago. So far, no new Holy Demon Lord has been born."

"The Holy Demon and the Holy Demon King are not the same thing. Now that is the self-expression of the Holy Demon Kung Fu - you should have seen the Blood Demon, the dying and evil one... The Holy Demon is similar to that. Its power is influenced by the devil. Due to the constraints of the integrity of this volume, it is not particularly powerful without the control of the Demon Lord." Zuo Qiuwu said, and added: "But it is enough to deal with the current Yan Lord of Biancheng."

Jiang Wangqingshan remained still, and the shadow of the death bird shuttled between his fingers: "I don't understand more and more. What do you want, sir?"

Zuo Qiuwu opened his mouth, as if he had a lot to say, but in the end he remained silent.

On the bamboo slip where the ice and snow had melted, the writing was sharp and clear, and the words were engraved——

"Peaches and plums don't say anything."

This seems to be the ambition.

Hua Hua Hua.

The sound of turning books, which was swept away by Dou Zhao's knife, sounded again.

Behind Zuoqiu Wu's head, a paper book actually appeared. The pages are turning yellow and collecting dust for several autumns.

What has to be overcome this time is not just the wilting of one finger.

Centered on the place where it was established, the ripples that called the sky and the earth were born.

All the rules between heaven and earth have been written down into words - wind, rain, thunder and lightning. Clouds, fog, frost, snow.

These words flowed very fast, and they all passed by him, just like the passage of time.

He wants to climb over this "forbidden mountain and river" and also wants to climb over this "eternal coffin". To jump out of this subconscious sea, we also need to climb over this daydream.

The most ancient Confucian art, its name is... [Spring and Autumn]!

This technique is known as the "Nine Sages and Unparalleled Sounds". It is said to be a great Confucian technique jointly created by nine Confucian sages in the era of saints. It is also said that "it will not be taught by historians and will not be noted by non-masters."

Only great Confucians with profound knowledge of Confucian classics and sufficient cultivation can benefit from this technique.

After successive revisions, the power of this technique has become unpredictable. It was once praised by Yang Taizu Ji Yanqiu as "the best in all kinds of skills".

[Liuyao Mountains and Rivers Great Swallow Forbidden] At this moment, it is the scene in the basin, and Zuoqiu Wu is the person in the scene.

As Spring and Autumn change, this scene is about to be overturned, and the blue cauldron that has dominated the whole life is also about to be lifted——

Snap!

A big hand was pressed on the green tripod. The veins on the back of the hand were like mountains, and the mountains and rivers were controlled by one hand! He also saw the sun, moon and sky seal appearing in the heaven, and his eyes suddenly turned into the golden sun and snowy moon. Jiang Wang read the Spring and Autumn Period with his eyes fixed on the impartial and ruthless sky pupils.

The phantom bird in his fingers was released at this moment. Screaming happily.

The extremely frosty Qianqiu Ice Coffin is the free sky for the dead bird.

The power of the Withering Shou Freeze Road spreads wantonly.

The wind, rain, thunder and lightning are dead, and so are the clouds, fog, frost and snow.

People in the past will also die, people in the present will also die, and people who record history will also die!

Zuoqiu has frost on my eyebrows.

He finally realized that Jiang Wangyuan was more powerful than he knew and imagined. Every battle these talented people stepped on the tide of the times was just a shadow of the past, and they could not catch up with himself at the moment.

Once upon a time he had a time like this, but that was a story long ago.

This sentence suddenly came to mind - "You think you are the one who wrote the book, but in fact you are also the book that has been read."

The person who said this was Shi Baizhou.

The person listening to this sentence... is [Mr. Zi].

"call--"

Zuo Qiuwu took a long breath, and his breath turned into frost.

He finally called for more power, never thinking that he could not hold back in front of such a young junior.

From Li Yi's sword, to Dou Zhao's knife, to Jiang Wang's Qianqiu coffin, everything happened so fast that he, who was used to seeing history, felt overwhelmed. The storm of time is the most powerful in contemporary times!

Whatever... we have come this far.

Zuo Qiuwu shook the frost off his eyebrows, which made his serious facial features look comical for a moment.

Please...you...collect 6...books...!

Wow – it’s not just Zuoqiu Wu’s life that is being turned over, it’s also the history of this diligent academy.

As Huang Sheli said earlier, Zuo Qiu Wu is not just walking in one time and space fragment - he is walking in all time and space. This history book called Qinku Academy has Zuo Qiu Wu's name written on every page. He manages, makes moves, layouts...or just looks at the scenery.

Now, Zuo Qiuwu on every page is turned back to this page!

Jiang Wang was right. In terms of strength alone, he was indeed worthy of the three equals in the country - but he had never shown it so clearly.

Across time and space, heaven and earth join forces.

Throughout ancient and modern times, I have been the same as Confucianism!

His aura, which was already at the pinnacle of the world, surged at a terrifying speed——

Douzhao, who was standing still in the air, moved at this moment.

He showed off his golden body in an instant, and on top of the golden body, a red will-o'-the-wisp rolled up.

"Old man Zuo, today is a closed-book exam——"

His Tianxiao Sword was already raised high, pulling at countless sky-like cracks in the sky, and suddenly slashed it down: "Don't... turn the book!"

The gap in the sky is like a long cloak, and its body is always bright.

Such a figure is reflected on the ice, and even the frost-covered Qianqiu Ice Coffin seems to be melted by his brilliance.

Earlier, the sword asked the history books, but now the sword cuts across the ages.

If someone can hold this book about the history of Qinku Academy in their hands, they will be able to see——

Every page in the history books where Zuo Qiu Wu walked out, before he was about to leave, there was Tianxiao blocking him... a vertical slash with the blade!

This sword - the calamity of all worlds!

Jiang Wang's sword stretches across the heavens to separate the top of all realms. He is not willing to be inferior to others, and he has worked hard to accomplish something alone, but he also wants to use the sword as a disaster. Without the ocean of heaven as a hub, he can only plant his own fighting fire in the world origin of each world, hoping to burn it all with one sword and punish all worlds.

It's been a long time coming, and he's far from done. But in the annals of the Qinku Academy, when he consulted the history books, he had already shed the glory of war.

Now is Tianxiao's response.

"good!"

Zuo Qiuwu couldn't help but praise it!

His pupils seemed to have become the door of time, and in the depths of his pupils, an ancient scroll emerged.

The sky is full of cultural energy, like flying snow on the shoulders.

On every page of history, Zuo Qiuwu holds the sword of the slip and draws it horizontally. His voice is old but also bold: "I am old now! Can I give up the exam?"

His eyes penetrate history, and his voice leaves a mark on history. He discerned every sword mark across the world...and then wielded the sword.

Every knife struck in the vast space and time was struck back.

The unparalleled sword intention directly hit Dou Zhao's eyebrows. It was first blocked by the golden light, and then swallowed up by a mixed misfortune.

Dou Zhao, who blocked the road with his sword, couldn't help but cough up golden blood. But he didn't care, he coughed up blood, and slashed with his sword again: "Old man! If you write Zhong Xuanyin on the exam questions, you are destined to be on the exam table. Even if today is the same as yesterday, how can life and death avoid you and me?"

The Tianxiao Sword exudes a strong sense of decay, and the power of extreme decay corrodes everything——

He actually used [skin bag defeat] to destroy the world!

I want to cut through this history book with one sword.

"Come! If you don't kill me today, your head will be cut off by me!" Douzhao's mad voice resounded throughout the history books.

It’s true… I’ve read all the history books and there is no such person.

Zuo Qiuwu passed his fingers across the sword edge of the bamboo slip. What dripped was not blood, but the embodiment of power and the condensation of Tao principles.

Zuo Qiuwu’s moral character is hidden in every page of history!

This is the most direct collision. The mass of the road presses on and the back of the person carrying the mountain is broken.

"Now when it comes to life and death, it will inevitably end in eternity!"

He handed out this sword again in the vast time and space.

The bamboo slip reaches the edge of the knife, and the green scroll stops the decay.

One sword can stop forever.

"puff!"

Douzhao's golden blood spurted out wildly, even from all his seven orifices. The will-o'-the-wisp flickered and was about to go out, and his golden body was about to shatter in a daze, but his aura was getting higher and higher...like it was reaching the nine heavens.

It was as if an evil beast that wreaked havoc in ancient times was awakening in time and space.

But he cut himself with a backhand knife——

The eighth form of fighting will last forever!

The light of the sword splashed like water, Dou Zhao's golden body glowed, and his whole body returned to its peak state without leakage or damage.

Whistle-clap-there seemed to be the sound of chains within his body, and the power he couldn't control was being locked back again.

"Come again! Don't rest my sword! Don't stop me, don't let the sky ring in the sky!"

His hair was dancing wildly, his clothes were like a hunting flag, and he was chopped off with another knife!

At the same time, in the depths of time and space, Zuo Qiuwu, who had stopped the world with a sword, suddenly raised his head——

But there was a ray of skylight on the top of his head, and in all time and space, Li Yi's eternal sword fell.

boom! boom! boom!

Under the explosion of terrifying power, it was as if there were ancient giant beasts colliding in the Qianqiu Ice Coffin.

The yellow relic that was pushing time on the ice coffin instantly turned into a bloody man. Blood gushes from every pore.

"Leave me alone!"

The yellow relic's body and face were covered with blood, but he was grinning. His white teeth were dripping with blood, and his dark eyes that turned dark red showed an ambition that was no less than anyone else's: "I climbed to the top of the mountain in time, and after reading Seek the truth! This is my path. This is my... [Enlightenment]!"

Zuoqiu Wu's main body was suppressed, his body was blocked in all time and space, and he looked up in the Qianqiu Ice Coffin——

But I saw the Thunder Sound Tower hanging high above it, receiving the thunder light from the nine heavens, and the drum below roaring with Sanskrit sounds.

The shaky figure of Huang Relic was instantly frozen.

Time has passed quietly, and her mind and mouth are enlightened... She has entered the state of [enlightenment].

It's crazy! She wants to see the most difficult step of the "reverse journey" on the road of life and death.

With great future and great years, are these most outstanding geniuses in the world not afraid of death?