Chapter 98 Liang Yun Zhou Lin
Does Heaven have a will?

Su Chen didn't know.

Even if there was, he didn't care.

He has a sword in his hand and dares to kill all enemies in the world, even the sky.

"What are you looking at?"

Shui Niang was drinking medicine and looking at this strange imperial physician.

This imperial physician was unremarkable except for his handsome appearance and medical skills. However, he would always look at her face tenderly when she drank medicine.

Do not know why.

She feels at ease.

"nothing."

"I was just wondering whether or not to bury him..."

Su Chen is narrating.

He is a thousand-year-old eunuch in purple robe, in charge of a country, with majesty throughout the world, making the powerful tremble and the people of Zhou angry, but from beginning to end, he is just an ordinary eunuch in the pharmacy.

Xiaoxuanzi, you’ve reached your limit.

Even if one falls into the devil's realm and becomes a Grandmaster, that is the limit.

Here goes.

Even if the Demon Mountain is concerned about Dayu, he will still die.

"Success is due to the Heaven Devouring Demonic Art, and obedience is also due to the Heaven Devouring Demonic Art..."

Ye Xuan has no longevity.

Even if the three methods can prolong life, they will eventually come to an end.

He personally led the army into this battle, risking everything he had, wanting to give it a try!
"sleep early."

"Qingque."

Su Chen rubbed Shuiniang’s little head, just as affectionately as he rubbed Qingque’s head in the early years of Xuanlong.

"My name is Shui Niang."

Shui Niang corrected.

"it is good."

"Qingque."

just.

Su Chen has always been looking at Qingque, not Shuiniang.

Day two.

The wind and snow seemed to know that the thousand-year-old purple-robed regent was about to go to war, so they stopped.

Outside the imperial city.

There were weapons and armor as high as a mountain, stretching as far as the eye could see without end. An army of one hundred thousand strong was arrayed in front of the city, waiting for the inspection of the Purple Robe Thousand Year Old Man.

All the civil and military officials, as well as the dignitaries in the city, came to see off the purple-robed man with tears in their eyes, regardless of whether their feelings were sincere or not.

The purple robe did not move.

He looked at the imperial city, waiting.

"Chitose, it's time to set off."

A minister is asking.

"hold on."

The man in purple robe was speaking, but his eyes were full of regret.

The hundred thousand troops were silent.

Officials and dignitaries were waiting in the cold wind.

It's not just them.

secretly.

There is also the Tianmeng and the Dayu royal family, who are eagerly looking forward to it, watching here, waiting for someone to show up.

Everyone knows who this purple-robed thousand-year-old man who rules the world's dynasty is waiting for.

The Wind and Snow Sword Immortal who disappeared without a trace.

pity.

There is no wind and no snow today.

The snow has not yet arrived.

He didn't come either.

a long time.

"Chitose, it's time to set off."

Marshal, a master is coming. Please put on your purple robe and set off.

"That's all."

The regret in the purple robe's eyes faded away, and was replaced by unprecedented madness and determination.

He held the dead branch in his arms and said to himself with a smile.

"Ye Xuan, ah Ye Xuan."

"Between Master Xu, and my mother and my brother, you have already made your choice, haven't you?"

The devilish shadow formed by the resentment of the sky turned into a worried old woman and a pair of thin siblings, who looked at him tenderly.

"Let's go!"

"This battle will end all wars!"

"I want peace in this Daliang world!"

The purple-robed Qiansui roared.

moment.

One hundred thousand Liang soldiers shouted like mountains and seas.

"This war will end all wars!"

"Peace in the world!"

The army sets off.

Like a sea of ​​black armor, it is swallowing up the earth.

"Ugh!"

There is a sigh floating in the air.

Su Chen is here.

But, he didn't show up.

In front of the moat.

He was dressed in a white robe as white as snow, carrying a medicine box and holding a fishing rod, fishing in the frozen moat.

The fish is hooked.

He never put the club away.

It was not until the army set out and the purple robes disappeared into the distance that he came to his senses and realized the heavy weight of the fishing rod.

pity.

When he wants to close the club.

The fish ran away.

"It's okay if you don't see me off."

"It will save you from having to attend your funeral."

There was silence for a long time.

Su Chen carried the medicine box, put away his fishing rod, and prepared to leave, but he noticed a figure not far away, looking at him thoughtfully.

She was wearing a Taoist robe from the Tianshi Mansion, had a neatly done bun, and had a wine gourd hanging around her waist, giving her an extraordinary temperament.

"Master, are you here to escort Qiansui out of the city as well?"

Su Chen bowed and asked.

"Do not."

"I have little interest in the chaos of the dynasty."

"But, I have a friend who ran away without a word and disappeared, leaving only a clinic. When I have free time, I will go outside the city to look for him..."

"This person is so unfair."

"Not to be communicated with."

Yu Le shook his head, not knowing whether he recognized Su Chen or not. He walked away with his hands behind his back and returned to the imperial city.

"Can't understand."

Su Chen shook his head and was about to leave.

At this time.

Yu Le stopped, turned his back to Su Chen, and suddenly spoke.

"The Great Yu lasted 500 years, the Zhou and Liang dynasties lasted nearly 400 years, and the human dynasties lasted nearly 900 years. Tell me, why is the world in chaos and the people suffering?"

"Would you rather the emperor be unjust, or the people be ignorant?"

He is asking.

"perhaps."

"Both."

"Dayu is not sure, but the Emperor of Daliang is indeed unkind and the Emperor of Yan of Dazhou is unrighteous. This is true."

Su Chen is answering.

"Sword Immortal Fengxue is leading to a dead end."

"He's dying, you know that?"

Yu Le was still narrating.

"There are three methods to prolong life: heaven, earth and man."

"There are three fortunes in the world."

"The destiny of heaven, the destiny of mountains and rivers, the destiny of all living beings."

"It has been three hundred years since the sky fell. The will of heaven is in control of the destiny of the universe."

"The fortune of mountains and rivers is related to the arrival of immortals. The world's top first and second batch giants are eagerly waiting. Even if there is a will of heaven, they have to give in..."

"In this world, the sky is broken and the earth is incomplete. It can no longer accommodate the birth of the third destiny."

"in the past."

"It's not that there is no emperor, but he unified the world and promised peace to all people. This is what the first generation of the Great Yu Immortal Ancestor did."

"pity."

"he died."

"There were also many emperors who had broad minds, including Emperor Taizu of Liang, but in the end they all became afraid. They were afraid of death and chose to make the people suffer."

“So, the people are suffering until now.”

"The Wind and Snow Sword Immortal is on a dead end! If you meet him, persuade him to give up."

"The suffering of all people is destined by heaven. There were ancient people before and there will be future people after. He is not the only one who can be lacking. Don't be an enemy of heaven."

Yu Le is narrating.

Speaking of which.

Such a shocking secret should have been hidden by some divine clue, but it was not.

not only that.

Another sight came through the thick clouds.

It was looking at Su Chen.

For thousands of years.

There are heroes all over the world, as numerous as carp swimming across the river; they cannot be killed or annihilated, but they all give in before the heaven.

In its view, the same will happen today.

"I see."

"The destiny of the human race, so this is what it means, the destiny of all living beings?"

"For this reason, the resentment of the people accumulated for thousands of years, no wonder it is so terrifying..."

Su Chen was laughing, a mocking laugh.

a long time.

He pointed to the ground below and said.

"I don't understand what you are saying."

"I just know."

"As long as you want to go, the road is under your feet."

"The Snow Wind Sword Immortal must be the same."

Su Chen left.

Carrying the medicine box and the fishing rod, he went to the Imperial Hospital.

only left.

The sky is roaring.

Countless cold winds howled and swept through the imperial city. The rain from the sky was like blood, washing over the imperial city on this day.

"How is this going?"

"what happens!"

"Could it be that there are giants fighting each other..."

Grandmaster Gu was confused and bewildered.

"..."

The ancient immortals and some of those in the innate realm were silent.

They know the inside story.

This is the anger and fury of Heaven.

God wants to kill people.

"Someone is provoking the sky again."

"only."

"I never thought that there are only a handful of people who can make the heavens so angry. Throughout history, the only one who could do that is my Immortal Ancestor..."

"How could he have such an honor?"

Ascend to the sky tower.

Dayu Yue was silent.

a long time.

He took out a pool of ancient wine from the early years of Dayu and threw it on the ground, as if it were a memorial or a farewell.

The ants challenge the sky and overestimate their own capabilities.

But. Die for all people.

No matter who it is, they are all worthy of praise and respect, even if the other party is an enemy who hinders their arrival.

"Although the chance is slim, I still hope that you can succeed even if it's only one in ten thousand..."

"But, this is impossible."

"We are like ants in a cage. Perhaps, only with the arrival of the immortals can we have a glimmer of hope to escape our fate."

There is a figure in the pavilion, gazing into the distance and sighing.

not only that.

There was a figure carrying a furnace and traveling thousands of miles, but he also stopped, looked at the imperial city thousands of miles away, and bowed silently.

Even.

In the Dayu Imperial Mausoleum, the restless immortals became surprisingly calm at this moment.

The sword spirit trembled.

There seemed to be a sound of wild laughter inside.

"no matter who?"

"Provocative Heaven."

"I have to help out!"

There was a shocking sword intent bursting out, there were flames, thunder, as well as strong winds and heavy water, and the shadows all over the sky turned into a peerless sword.

This sword swept across the three thousand miles of the imperial city, cutting through all the clouds in the sky. The endless blood rain disappeared in an instant, leaving only the horrifying sword mark that had cut through the sky.

"it is good!"

"I am coming too."

"Hahaha!"

"The cultivation in the human world cannot be inferior to the so-called immortal way in the slightest!"

In the pavilion, that figure swept away his frustration, and a burst of madness appeared. The sword in his hand soared into the sky, three thousand feet high in the sky, and a hundred thousand swords burst out, driving the will of heaven out of this world.

"What's going on here?"

The whole world was shocked, and countless people who were practicing in the human world were confused and had no idea what was going on.

Don't talk about them.

Even Su Chen, who caused all this, was puzzled in the Imperial Hospital. He looked at the two swords that seemed to be shining against each other and fighting each other, with a puzzled look on his face.

"Dayu Sword Immortal, and Mr. Jian who is practicing in the human world, what's wrong with you?"

Su Chen didn't know.

These two sharpest swords in thousands of years were made today because of him.

"However, this is a good opportunity to steal my skills."

"Rare! Rare!"

"It seems that I am one step closer to completing my third sword."

Su Chen looked into the distance at the sky, gazing at the two most ultimate and dazzling swords that represented the immortal path and human cultivation.

At this moment, I had a vague understanding in my heart.

The third sword.

day by day!

Just one final step left.

He had a premonition.

This third sword will break the limits of the human world! Climbing to the top, perhaps, it can be the strongest sword in the world.

Outside the imperial city.

Next to the moat.

Yu Le didn't leave. He remained silent and closed his eyes.

"Grandpa..."

In a trance.

Yu Le returned to his youth.

Imperial City.

The weapons and armor were broken into pieces, and the battlefield became like a Shura hell.

There is a world-destroying thunder beast, three thousand feet tall, that swallows up the sky and the earth, wiping out all life, like a catastrophe coming to the world, a world-destroying disaster.

There was a kind old man who buried him in a coffin, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and talked to him.

"Yu Le, Yu Le."

"I have to live well even without my grandfather."

In the coffin.

He was crying and struggling.

"Grandma!"

"You are the Great Yu Immortal Ancestor."

"You have done enough for this dynasty and have been good enough to the people! Please, just give in. It will only make the people miserable and hopeless for the rest of their lives..."

"Ah Le lost his father and mother, but he can't lose his grandfather..."

that day.

He saw anger, confusion, and deep disappointment in his grandfather's eyes.

The coffin was closed.

Faintly, an old voice was heard, facing the endless thunder.

"We are human beings."

"The bloodline of the Human Emperor!"

"You are also one of the miserable people!"

“People cannot and should not only care about themselves. We should stand tall and upright, live in peace and happiness, and live in the real world…”

"Instead of being kept here like pigs and dogs, killing each other..."

"Something has to be done by someone."

"Why can't it be me?"

"Go to death!"

"Then go to die!"

"After Grandpa, there will be countless heroes of the human race who will once again embark on this path for the people and the future. Ah Le, follow him..."

"Break through this cage of heaven and earth and take a look at the real human world! There, we humans fight for supremacy, and even the heavens have to prostrate themselves..."

Subsequently.

There is nothing left.

Dayu, still Dayu.

The emperor changed.

He was cruel and tyrannical, and he oppressed all people. His name was Dayu Yue, the second emperor, and also the last emperor who planned for the future.

He broke the spirit of Dayu, severed the backbone of the human race, and created the later emperors' fear of heaven.

"Is the road... under your feet?"

Yu Le was a little dazed.

For thousands of years.

Too many heroes have died on this road.

perhaps.

Shortly after.

On this road, there will be another corpse called Fengxue Sword Immortal...

"Or maybe."

"He can really create miracles..."

Yu Le smiled.

Tears flowed down my cheeks.

"in this way."

"Very good!"

"Then let me also become a corpse on this road."

Yu Le, no more laziness.

Five hundred years.

All his laziness was gone, his eyes were bright, and he was at a loss, but finally he found his own way.

"My name is Yu Le!"

"The only legitimate prince of the Dayu royal family!"

"Grandma!"

"I will destroy this sky! Even if it means death!"

"Hahaha!"

"The road is under our feet. What a great road is under our feet!"

Yu Le is laughing.

For the first time in five hundred years, he laughed freely.

It turns out that his path has always been under his feet. It was his inner demon eight hundred years ago and the obsession he has never let go of!

Too hospital.

Su Chen had nothing to do.

During the day, he watered the flowers and grass in the yard. At night, he went to take care of Qingque and boiled medicine for treatment.

or.

Stay in the library and watch the Xuanyuan treasure tree grow.

then.

Watching the green bird, making snowmen in the medicinal field of the library.

far away.

The war is breaking out.

battlefield.

The man in purple robe and the man in red robe were looking at each other.

The world was divided into two, and the two forces of resentment emanated from the two groups of people, and the cries of grief were imposed on the battlefield, like the advent of the devil.

Even real demons, masters, and immortals dare not get close to them, for fear of being contaminated by the resentment of the people and being killed.

Even if one does not lose his soul, he will end up insane and his cultivation will be gone, a terrible fate.

"Soldier against soldier."

"General against general."

"Next, it will be king versus king."

"Isn't it?"

Sikong, who was very old, walked over with his hands behind his back, staring at the purple-robed man who had stolen the country with his cold eyes, and said lightly.

"Manager Ye, it's time to wake up from your dream."

"Dynasty, please return it to the Great Zhou!"

……

……

It has been eleven years since Xuanlong.

January 1st.

The world was shocked.

There is news.

The thousand-year-old purple rober died, and one hundred thousand soldiers were buried with their bones. The first immortal to escape, the Yaksha ghost, and the demon Ninth Mountain Lord intervened.

The imperial city was in chaos, the government and the public were in panic, no one was in charge and the place was in complete disarray.

crucial moment.

Princess Yunyang, who was recuperating in bed, stood up.

Only one sentence was said.

Calmed the hearts of the powerful.

"The Wind and Snow Sword Immortal is in the Imperial City. Without his approval, how dare the old Zhou enter the Imperial City even if they are rampant?"

The same is true.

The old Zhou Dynasty had 300,000 soldiers and armored personnel.

Coming like mountains and seas.

With the power of a great victory, most of Liang territory was occupied, and the murderous aura rose into the sky, sweeping across the world for thirty miles.

The black dragon flag of the Great Zhou fluttered in the wind.

The very beginning.

In the carriage, there was a figure in a scarlet robe and a ghostly figure, sitting quietly, waiting for something.

"Are you sure?"

Sikong closed his eyes and asked.

"Ten percent!"

The ghost is answering.

"it is good!"

Sikong nodded.

Three hundred thousand soldiers stopped, looked at each other, became agitated and stopped moving forward.

The imperial city is in sight.

Only ten miles left.

They stopped.

No longer dare to move forward even an inch.

Just because, there is a figure standing on the green hill.

"The innate demon has taken action."

"Foul."

under the moon.

Black clothes in this turbid world.

The boy is sharpening his sword.

(End of this chapter)