FVN Chapter 411 Destroying Wu
Chapter 411 Destroying Wu
Chapter 412 Destroying Wu
Golden energy surged.
Countless crimson fire snakes burned, turning into a fine rain that pelted down to the ground.
Although the "Golden Wind and Fine Rain Picture" is a Purple Mansion magic treasure with boundless power, the Grand Minister who controls it is already a being who has reached the perfect foundation of the Dao.
However, as a top disciple of the Nine Heavens Fire Palace, Linghuozi also possesses a hidden treasure from the Purple Palace!
Both sides fought to the bitter end, and were already at their last gasp.
"puff!"
Yun Wuxin knelt on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The "Heart-Piercing Sword" in his hand was shattered in two by a crimson ring.
The girl next to her was in an even worse state; she was burned to death by the [Winged Fire] and was already seriously injured and unconscious.
The Grand Minister of Works was old and frail, like a candle flickering in the wind.
"A desperate resistance is futile, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."
Although Linghuozi's face was pale, his Dao foundation was still bright. He transformed into a ball of flame and was about to fall.
call out!
At this moment, a dark light descended onto the battlefield, revealing a short, unremarkable woman with a smoky aura and ugly tattoos on her face.
"The Yue Maiden?"
Yun Wuxin blurted out, and then he saw the light of [Shenshui] converge. The Yue woman thrust out her sword, drawing forth a sky full of water light, carrying with it an unstoppable and dangerous intent.
Clang!
The sword broke in the next instant, and the figure flew backward like a kite, leaving a trail of blood in the sky.
Yun Wuxin seemed stunned by what she saw.
Ling Huozi looked down at the broken sword in front of his chest, his expression a mixture of sorrow and anger.
"kill!"
Not far away, Li Bi, like a hunter who had been waiting for a long time, led a group of cultivators to surround them like a pack of wolves.
"this----"
Within the void, the expressions of several Purple Mansion True Persons changed slightly, and Guan Hong True Person even held a wisp of crimson light in his hand, seemingly unable to resist making a move.
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"Fellow Daoists, are you perhaps going to break our previous agreement for the sake of a mere Dao foundation?"
Master Sanmu appeared opposite him with a smile and said calmly.
Behind him, one after another [Fighting Wood] divine power condensed, transforming into three circles of strange light. He stood on a long, winding bridge, smiling as he looked at the many Purple Mansion True Persons.
"The God of Camphor and Willow!"
"Sanmu, you must have been involved in this, interfering with our calculations of heavenly secrets—"
Another Purple Mansion True Person calculated with his fingers and discovered that Ling Huozi was already facing certain death, which made him jump up in anger.
"Well? Are you all prepared to disregard the bigger picture and fight this old Taoist priest?"
"I am a master of the scattered wood," said the cold-blooded man.
The group of Purple Mansion True Persons fell silent.
Guan Hong Zhenren was the same. As a Zhenren of the Nine Heavens Fire Palace, he vaguely knew that the big shots above wanted to use these rogue cultivators and the East Sea Demon King to do something big in the Xuanxu Heaven.
The Great Master is already a very important pawn.
It can be said that before the matter of Xuanxu Heaven is resolved, this old Daoist Sanmu, while not exactly getting a get-out-of-jail-free card, is practically one.
Their reasoning was merely a mere foundation, not even worthy of reaching the ears of the True Lord above.
Therefore, they could only suffer in silence.
"Fine, let go."
With Guan Hong Zhenren giving up, Li Bi, leading the elite royal cultivators, finally killed Ling Huozi with a single sword strike.
call out!
Although Linghuozi died, a crimson ring-shaped Purple Mansion magic treasure on his body transformed into a streak of crimson light, fell straight into the void, and flew back into the hands of Guanhong Zhenren.
"Haha, Fellow Daoist Guan Hong is indeed as astute and perceptive as you are!"
Old Daoist Sanmu laughed heartily, but his hands trembled in his sleeves.
Within the "Bridge Sinking Moon" divine power, the illusory moonlight transformed into the radiance of the Taiyin Moon, like a chilling aura lingering in his heart: "When did the Nine Heavens Fire Palace become so courteous? They clearly intend to use this old Daoist—this trip to Xuanxu Heaven is likely no small matter."
But when the old Daoist Sanmu looked at Zhang Yajiu beside him and saw that even this Purple Mansion Sword Immortal seemed completely unaware, a chill ran through him.
The higher-ups need you; that's your only chance of survival. If I were to refuse now—I might be killed without a trace! Heaven knows how many important figures are watching Baishui Mountain!
I was wondering why even the usually carefree Purple Mansion True Man Zhang Yajiu had come—it turns out there was a huge trap!
For a moment, the old Taoist Sanmu had no intention of entering the Xuanxu Heaven to plunder its resources; he only thought that being able to save his life would be the best outcome.
Li Bi gazed at the severed head of the Spirit Fire Seed in his hand, let out a long sigh, and muttered to himself:
"The general trend is hard to change, but can minor details be reversed?"
He racked his brains, racking his brains for a way to protect himself, and finally came up with only these eight words.
The Golden Core True Monarch values the big picture; if he dares to change even a little, he will die.
However, aside from that, the deaths of a few Purple Mansion cultivators and Dao Foundation cultivators, as well as some unexpected complications, were simply not of concern to you gentlemen.
There is great potential here!
So you can't go against the tide, but you can accumulate local victories and win over allies—and eventually turn the tide?
Although the automatic departure of Ling Huozi's Purple Mansion magic treasure cast a shadow over his heart, it was quickly replaced by joy.
generation.
"Linghuozi is the flag bearer of the North. If True Person Zifu doesn't take action, who can defeat him?"
"Now that this person has been beheaded, the morale of the Northern Army will surely be greatly weakened!"
I will defy fate!
Li Bi had a rare glimmer of hope when suddenly he heard a message from a divine light.
A flash of sword light danced through the Southern army, from which came a panicked voice: "Qiantang City has fallen! Xia Yuanqi is massacring the city!"
"What?"
Li Bi felt a tightness in his chest, almost as if he were about to vomit blood: "Wasn't Xia Yuanqi in the north? How did he suddenly get to Qiantang City?"
His heart was filled with sorrow as he gazed at the Southern army, which was collapsing like a house of cards. He finally understood: Yes—this Baishui Mountain was nothing compared to the bigger picture. Xia Yuanqi's grand strategy was to destroy Qiantang and slaughter countless people—to create a magnificent spectacle of war!
If the Northern Army can hold out until news of the fall of Qiantang City arrives, how could the 100,000 Wu troops, whose retreat has been cut off, possibly win?
A moment ago.
Qiantang City.
The Qiantang River has been prosperous since ancient times, and the annual tide-listening season has arrived once again.
The waves crashed against the shore, and the spray surged forth.
Along with the tide came a massive army, a dark line stretching across the sky like a dark cloud pressing down!
Then came countless large ships, shaped like giant turtles lying down, moving through the raging waves as if on flat ground, crashing through the nine-story jade platform along the great river, and heading straight into the city of Qiantang!
Xia Yuanqi stood on the deck with his hands behind his back, his body radiating a fiery aura that soared into the sky, transforming into auspicious clouds. Flames rose from all sides, dancing wildly like snakes, while water and fire converged, transforming into the shape of flying birds.
"Jiaogong Jiao Shisan pays respects to Your Majesty!"
A Purple Mansion Demon King with scales on his face and a huge black shadow behind him bowed respectfully.
"I am not a king, but a commander!"
Xia Yuanqi smiled and said, "We owe a great deal to your Jiao Palace for allowing us passage this time."
The Southern Wu region has always been difficult to conquer due to its natural defenses of rivers, lakes, and seas. However, if the Jiao Palace were to lend a hand, those natural defenses would become nothing more than a joke.
"Your Majesty is the reincarnation of the Metal element, possessing the countenance of a phoenix paying homage to its master—in our eyes, you are a first-rate demon king, even possessing some of the demeanor of a celestial demon, worthy of being called a Lesser Saint"—you have the potential to become a Great Saint in the future.
Jiao Shisan answered respectfully.
For cultivators of the Purple Mansion realm, the physical body is indeed nothing more than a stinking bag of skin.
Xia Yuanqi didn't say much, but simply gazed calmly at Qiantang City.
Naturally, the soldiers, as fierce as wolves and tigers, led by a group of Qi-accepting and Foundation Establishment cultivators, seized the city gate amidst shouts of battle, then marched straight into the palace, sealing off the armories and granaries—
With Xia Yuanqi, a Grand Master of Perfected Supernatural Powers, in charge, Qiantang City was completely calm, and not a single Purple Mansion Master came to stop them.
It's unclear whether they were all taken to Baishui Mountain by the Wu Emperor, or whether they encountered the Northern Zhou navy and hastily fled from Taixu.
Amidst the chaos of war, some unrest broke out in the city.
Xia Yuanqi, however, stood atop the city wall of Qiantang, his aura growing ever stronger.
He follows the path of [Winged Fire], a subordinate path. This golden position was occupied by the Great Sage of the Demon Clan in ancient times, and naturally carries a bit of demonic energy, such as burning, calamity, and scorching, which bring the calamity of endless war and destruction of countries and cities!
At this moment, breaking through the capital of Southern Wu would be in accordance with the auspicious signs, and the fire element around him would surge, but ultimately it was still somewhat lacking.
"Pass down the order—"
Xia Yuanqi frowned and said coldly, "The Southern Wu are ignorant of the might of Heaven and stubbornly resist. After the fall of Qiantang, you are permitted to plunder the city for three days, and take all the gold, silver, treasures, Taoist scriptures, and women you desire."
"All members of the Wu royal family, regardless of gender, were imprisoned. The men were dragged to their deaths by fine horses, and the women were forced to perform the ritual of leading a sheep, after which they were demoted to prostitutes in the camp."
Upon hearing this, several of the scholar-like officers accompanying the military changed their expressions slightly: "Isn't this too violent?"
"That's exactly the kind of violent energy we want!"
Xia Yuanqi coldly said, "Pass on the order—anyone who outwardly obeys but inwardly defies it will be subject to the law!"
He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the once magnificent and prosperous Qiantang City, now transformed into a living hell. His eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of satisfaction.
As for the damage to prestige and moral character? Those belong to the Great Zhou—
However, the imagery and actual benefits gained are their own.
As a direct descendant of the Golden Core cultivators of the Nine Heavens Fire Palace, a prodigy who emerged from the cave heaven, he naturally had a scale in his heart to weigh the pros and cons.
Even if millions of households are subdued and blood is shed for thousands of miles—compared to my own path to the Golden Core, it is still not even a feather!
Baishui Mountain.
"puff!"
Holding a token, Li Bi learned the whole story and immediately spit out a mouthful of blood: "Xia Yuanqi—I will never forgive you!"
In his heart, there was only desolation.
While he was basking in self-satisfaction over this trivial matter, Xia Yuanqi had already led his men by sea, conquered Qiantang, and was now wielding the whip to intimidate the imperial clan.
The tide has turned! Even Baishui Mountain is no match for it!
"Only when the Northern Zhou defeats Wu will the tide truly turn, and this cannot be changed."
His vision went black, and he fell to the ground.
"A prince?"
Yun Wuxin barely recovered a trace of his magic power and came to the rescue, only to see the northern army move with the force of a tiger that could swallow up thousands of miles.
On the Southern Wu side, seeing that the situation was hopeless, many of the feudal lords fled, and there were even many who defected on the spot.
He even witnessed the dragon flag representing the Wu Emperor being severed by a flying sword, and he couldn't help but feel a profound sense of loss.
Death, bloodshed, corpses —
Even beloved family and friends became sacrifices of war.
This is the real battlefield!
Yun Wuxin stared blankly as a golden flower fell, accompanied by faint Buddhist chants. For a moment, he was completely mesmerized.
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