Chapter 719: A Song of Generosity and Tragedy: The Fall of the Tang Dynasty
"cut!"
The Lilong Sword made a clear sound and merged with the Taiwei Sword. The sharp edge seemed to even shatter time and space. Her soul walked out of her body, and the surroundings seemed to have become a black and white world, with black ripples rippling under her feet.
Lu Dongbin's movements were instantly slowed down a hundred times, like a turtle crawling, and even the rise and fall of his chest during his breathing was clearly visible.
There was a hint of surprise in Tai Wei's eyes. What she was performing at this moment was the most powerful killing move recorded in the "Taishang Sword Sutra", called the Taishang Sword Domain.
The void was broken by the sword intent and the soul left the body. Logically speaking, except for her, everyone else in the sword domain should be still at this moment.
But Lu Dongbin was still able to move within her sword domain, although very slowly, he was actually moving.
Taiwei's soul combined with the Lilong Sword and stabbed towards Lu Dongbin's heart with an unstoppable force.
Lu Zu is worthy of being Lu Zu. Even in such a passive situation, he still swung his sword to block.
However, Taiwei let out a long roar, and her eyes were like sword lights, which actually broke the Pure Yang magic sword into pieces and pierced deeply into Lu Dongbin's heart.
The Tiandun sword came slashing and pierced Taiwei's forehead like a steel needle, causing blood to flow from her eyes, mouth, ears and nose, but her hair fluttered, and she ignored the severe pain and resolutely pierced Lu Zu's heart.
Plop!
In the real world, a deep sword mark suddenly appeared on Lu Dongbin's heart. No blood flowed out, but his body gradually disintegrated under the thousands of sword qi and turned into ashes and dissipated.
Taiwei's spirit returned to her body, her body staggered, and she quickly used her sword to support herself on the ground.
At this moment, she could no longer see, hear or speak. At the cost of becoming deaf, dumb and blind, she forcibly killed Lu Zu under the backlash of the Tiandun sword.
She didn't know if it was an illusion, but in the darkness , she seemed to see a figure wearing a Huayang scarf and with an immortal look.
It was still Lu Zu, but at this moment his eyes were no longer empty. Instead, they were smiling, as gentle as jade, and he smiled faintly at Tai Wei.
"Good swordsmanship."
Lu Zu's voice was gentle and calm, with an indescribable sense of elegance. Holding the broken Pure Yang Sword in his hand, he performed a sword salute to Tai Wei, and his figure completely disappeared.
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At the same time, Zhang Qianyang, the 152-year-old man, went completely crazy. His hair and beard stood up, and he swallowed all the Tiangang Qi within a radius of hundreds of miles into his stomach.
The scorching energy burned his internal organs like flames and evaporated his blood.
But this also made his magical powers advance by leaps and bounds.
"rise!!!"
With a roar, he actually lifted up the Yangping Zhidu Gongyin that was pressing on his head. His originally dry skin felt like a red-hot iron under the baking energy.
whoosh!
A ray of sword light pierced through his protective Tiangang and stabbed into Zhang Qianyang's heart. Blood spilled and billowing green smoke rose.
The male and female Sanwu Zhanxie swords let out a mournful cry. They had no choice but to be stained with the blood of the Heavenly Master. The sword spirit wept mournfully, and cracks appeared on the sword body.
This also left Zhang Qianyang with a last chance.
He looked at his wife and son who had turned into meat paste, and the Longhu Mountain disciples who were lying in a pool of blood. His eyes were red and he actually passed through the magic sword directly, and blood splattered into the sky.
"Certainly!"
The Longhu Mountain Immobilization Spell!
Zhang Daoling's figure paused slightly, but he regained his freedom in an instant. When he was about to dodge, a bloody hand grabbed him tightly.
"Let's decide!"
Zhang Qianyang's other hand actually dipped the essence of his heart's blood into sand, and with the blood of the Heavenly Master, he quickly drew a spell of immobilization on Zhang Daoling's body.
This time, it was not so easy to solve Zhang Daoling's puzzle.
Snap!
The Tiangang Qi that Zhang Qianyang inhaled into his lungs exploded completely, and cracks appeared on his body like a volcano about to erupt.
"Zhang Qianyang, the eighth generation Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, please release me from my arms!"
Boom!
A huge explosion sounded, and the entire city of Chang'an seemed to tremble.
"Great kindness."
Before he completely lost consciousness, Zhang Qianyang seemed to hear a voice ringing in his ears, revealing undisguised relief and pride.
…
Changle, at the cost of his arm, finally wrapped the divine whip around Wang Lingguan 's neck, and strangled his head like a crocodile cutting its tail.
Xuanzang smashed the jade bottle and asked the Bodhisattva to pass away.
Afterwards, he teamed up with Lu Biansheng and killed all seventeen Arhats, but both of them were also covered in wounds.
With the help of Li Bai's last poem, the strong men of the human race either sacrificed themselves or fought for their lives with injuries. After paying a huge price, they finally killed all the gods and Buddhas.
Even the Nine-Heavenly Thunder Master Puhua fell under the combined efforts of everyone.
Watching their bodies turn to ashes, everyone felt that victory would ultimately belong to the Tang Dynasty.
There was a thunderous cheer from the city wall.
With everyone working together, the human race finally managed to turn the tide and found a way out of this catastrophe.
Li Longji also breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.
Although the Tang Dynasty suffered heavy losses this time, as long as the country still exists, it will be able to recover in the future. This is his confidence as an emperor of a prosperous era.
Of course, he will not forget all those who fought for the Tang Dynasty tonight.
"wrong!"
Among the strong men of the human race, the only one who was not injured was Yang Yuhuan. She was once defeated when fighting against Taiyin Star Lord, but then a powerful force suddenly erupted from her body, allowing her to kill the opponent in an instant.
At this moment, she suddenly felt a chill in her heart, and her Dao heart was sending her a crazy warning, reminding her to escape quickly.
"Everyone be careful!"
As soon as she shouted, a huge golden Buddha's hand dropped from the sky. The texture on the palm was as clearly visible as the undulating mountains on the earth.
boom!
With a loud bang, Xuanzang, Lu Biansheng and those Buddhist disciples were all turned into meat paste under this palm, and there was no power to stop them at all.
The Buddha looks majestic and solemn, overlooking the world from the clouds. His eyes are no longer compassionate, but empty and void. His dazzling golden body illuminates the entire night sky.
call!
A strong wind suddenly blew up, and a terrifying suction force emerged, sucking the Taoist disciples into their sleeves like a black hole. With a slight shake, they turned into a pool of blood.
The Lilong Sword and the Divine Whip fell from the sky, and the seriously injured Taiwei and Changle also died, and even their most beloved weapons were abandoned.
He wears a purple gold crown and a worry-free crane cloak. He wears shoes and a silk ribbon tied around his waist. He has the appearance of a boy and the face of a beauty. Three whiskers flutter under his chin and crow feathers fold on his temples.
The long sleeves flutter as if they can hold everything in the world.
The ancestor of earthly immortals—Zhen Yuanzi!
Yang Yuhuan suddenly felt cold all over, as if she was being stared at by something terrifying. Suddenly, extremely pure immortal power surged out of her body.
“Run away!”
A voice sounded in her heart, somewhat anxiously. Yang Yuhuan recognized it as the sister in white, or her own previous life, the Fairy Taizhen.
Boom!
A precious seal fell from the sky, carrying with it an infinite brilliance, like the aura of the Emperor Yuan.
Yang Yuhuan tried to escape, but the seal arrived first and fell on her head.
In an instant, the beauty cried out in grief and died.
Although she was the reincarnation of the Queen Mother of the West, after two reincarnations, most of her magical powers and Taoism had been lost. Under the powerful imperial seal, she was ultimately too powerless.
A figure sat high in the ninth heaven, stepping on a divine dragon, wearing a dragon robe, a golden crown on his head, and holding a magnificent seal in his hand, symbolizing the highest authority of all beings in the three realms.
Jade Emperor!
According to legend, the supreme being in the immortal world who rules over all the heavens, commands all saints, and dominates the universe is Haotian God!
Three huge Dharma bodies stood above the clouds, the Buddha, the Emperor of Heaven, and the ancestor of the earthly immortals. The three of them vaguely surrounded Chang'an and looked down at the world.
The Supreme of Lingshan, the ruler of the immortal world, and the ancestor of the earthly immortals...
The faint fluctuations of magical power made the entire human world a little distorted. These three were the most top-notch beings among gods and Buddhas, second only to saints.
On the other hand, the top powerhouses of the human race have all been killed or injured, and looking around, there is not even a single Yang God Realm expert left.
All the Zhelongs died in the battle, their leader Changle also died, all the Taoist disciples were wiped out, and the Buddhist sect was also reduced to ashes. In the entire Tang Dynasty, the only ones who could still fight were the ordinary soldiers.
But everyone knows that it would only lead to death.
Li Longji closed his eyes in despair.
"Your Majesty, shall we continue to fight?"
Prime Minister Song Jing asked. This mature and prudent prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, who was always known for his calmness and composure, now had a slightly trembling voice and despair in his eyes.
The soldiers all looked towards their emperor.
Li Longji slowly opened his eyes. He looked at these young but determined faces, as if remembering his own past.
At that time, Empress Wei was causing chaos in the government, was authoritarian and murderous, and the Li Tang royal family was in danger. When everyone was pessimistic and desperate, the 25-year-old man stepped forward and resolutely launched the Xuanwu Gate Rebellion, killing Empress Wei on the spot and clearing the haze for the Tang Dynasty.
A long-lost sense of pride welled up in my heart.
He suddenly laughed loudly, looked at the ministers who still trusted and followed him, and said loudly: "If we fight, we will definitely lose!"
Hearing this, everyone showed despair.
But then, Li Longji's voice sounded again.
"If you surrender, we will die too. Since we are going to die anyway, we are men of the Tang Dynasty, with strong bones and iron will. Why should we be afraid of drawing our swords?"
He spoke with thunderous eloquence.
"Prepare your horses, follow me out of the city to meet the enemy!"
In the face of the inevitable death, courage is the last hymn of humanity.
As the city gates opened, the mighty Tang cavalry followed their majesty and rushed towards the three majestic Dharma bodies that blocked out the sky and the sun.
Like a moth flying into a flame, an ant shaking the sky.
"Draw your sword!"
clang!!!
The sound of swords being drawn rang out in unison, and the warriors of the Tang Dynasty rode out on their horses under the moonlight. The cold light of the swords illuminated their determined eyes.
The Tang Dynasty's iron cavalry, with their weak flesh and blood bodies, launched their final expedition against the almighty gods and Buddhas.
I would rather die with my sword drawn than kneel down and beg for my life.
This is the pride of the Tang people, and it is also the foundation that has been established since the time of Emperor Taizong.
The huge golden Buddha's hand fell to the earth again, and with a roar, an endless blood-red palm print appeared on the vast mountains and rivers.
The old officials on the city wall had tears in their eyes. They were too old to charge on horseback, but they still had the courage to fight to the death. They held the daggers in their trembling hands.
"The Tang Dynasty is dead!"
"We will die too. Please don't implicate the people in the city!"
Some old officials thought that An Lushan wanted to change the dynasty, so they shouted loudly.
However, what responded to them was a huge golden Buddha's hand, whose target was the entire Chang'an city.
An Lushan did not want to be emperor. What he really wanted to do was to completely destroy the Tang Dynasty and kill all the Tang people!
The Buddha's hand slowly fell, and many old ministers burst into tears, for the hundreds of thousands of people in the city, and for this prosperous empire that was at its peak but ended so suddenly.
A voice sounded.
"Even if the Tang Dynasty is torn to pieces, we will tear a piece of flesh and blood from the enemy!"
When everyone looked at it, many old ministers' pupils shone in disbelief.
His appearance was vaguely similar to that of Taizong. Although he was wearing a simple Taoist robe, he exuded the majesty of an emperor when he looked around.
Emperor Gaozong Li Zhi!
Li Zhi smiled slightly and said, "Perhaps the Imperial Master kept me alive until now just for this day."
He waved his hand, and the Four Saints Formation in the city started to operate, but it was a counter-attack.
The four sacred beasts, the Azure Dragon, the White Tiger, the Vermillion Bird, and the Black Tortoise, roared at the huge Buddha's hand, and then they disintegrated into huge streams of spiritual power.
Streams of dragon energy flew out from the emperor's mausoleum, adding fuel to the fire.
Li Zhi bowed in the direction of Zhaoling, then straightened his back and said with a smile: "Father, you always scold me for being cowardly and not having your heroic spirit."
His voice was cheerful, like a child being praised by his father.
"But now, the child is finally like you for once."
After he finished speaking, he clenched his palms, and the Four Sacred Formation, which had already collapsed to the extreme, exploded completely, as if countless volcanoes erupted at the same time. With a roar, the earth shook.
The entire city of Chang'an turned into a huge mushroom cloud.
The huge Buddha's hand was shaken back, a crack appeared on the palm, and Buddha's blood spilled onto the earth.
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The underworld, Mount Yamafu.
Chen Ziyu's red dress fluttered, her long hair dripping with blood, she walked barefoot on the devastated land of the underworld, holding in her hand a head wearing an emperor's crown.
She won, but she also lost.
All the souls in the underworld dissipated, the space shattered, and the bones and blood in her belly also became a dead baby.
She walked aimlessly, as if she had lost her soul. The wounds on her body continued to bleed divine blood, but she ignored it.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, she staggered slightly and finally fell down.
The blood formed words on the ground, which was her final suicide note.
"Li Daoxuan, I tried my best."
"sorry."
The rain fell, as if expressing sorrow for the passing of the Netherworld Emperor, but it could not wash away the blood stains on the red clothes.
…
Things seemed to be a foregone conclusion, and the whole world was shrouded in death.
The Tang Dynasty was destroyed, almost all the monks on earth died in the war, and even the underworld was shattered.
But...is everything really a foregone conclusion?
In the underworld, the words condensed in blood suddenly flowed, and along with the spilled blood, automatically flowed into Chen Ziyu's wound.
The broken earth quickly recovered, the cracked mountains gathered together again, and even the rain flew up from the bottom.
Spilled water can be recovered, and a broken mirror can be mended.
