"Are you in trouble?" Chao Xiaoyu led the donkey up.

Chen Jiu walked up with a gloomy face: "It's not an ordinary trouble, it's a big trouble. I don't know how the old master, the old dog, told His Majesty, he actually wanted to attack me."

"Sitting and waiting for death is not your style." Zhao Xiaoyu stroked his hair aside.

Chen Jiu shook his head. After having the great magical art of cause and effect, Chen Jiu saw the cause and effect more clearly: "No need to do it, someone has already started to plot against the court. We just need to wait and take back our interests at the critical moment."

After saying that, Chen Jiu walked towards the distant city without hesitation.

It’s autumn, it’s really autumn.

Autumn is a happy season, because you can harvest food when you fall, and you can see the fruits that are abundant in autumn.

But this autumn is not a bit of joy, and people's faces are full of sorrow.

Last year, with the help of that great charity, everyone survived. I thought this year would be good, but who knew that a few days ago suddenly a rainstorm swept across the entire dynasty and all the crops rotted into the ground.

For a moment, there were so many howlings.

The tax revenue of the court has not decreased at all. I heard that the good man who donated money to everyone last year was wanted by the court, which ruined his family and died. Seeing that the good man ended up like this, who would still help these victims?

The rebellion in Chaozhou became increasingly fierce, and countless refugees rushed over from all directions and joined the robbery and rebellion industry.

This is a battlefield where flesh and blood are piled up. Fang Xiandao drove a group of refugees without force to die. It is said that the imperial army's killing hands were weak.

Blood soaked the city walls, and countless crows wanted to seize food, but were shot to death by refugees and then ate meat.

Although the crow's meat is not delicious, it is the supreme delicacy for refugees who have not been touched for months or even years.

From the beginning of autumn to the cold winter, Fang Xiandao captured a city again, and during which 500,000 civilians were killed and injured. This winter was particularly cold. Countless refugees were frozen to death. Then they were collected by Fang Xiandao's monks and piled together. According to legend, the corpses were piled up as high as several mountains.

The refugees were more and more resentful, and even the imperial court's golden dragon became sluggish. It can be clearly seen that countless skeletons bit the golden dragon tightly and kept sucking the dragon energy.

Looking at the mountain of corpses, the middle-aged man in Fang Xiandao was expressionless.

"Did you do that heavy rain in autumn?" the general of the town government spoke, his voice hoarse.

"If you don't stand firm without being cruel, you can't stand firm. If you want to accomplish great things, how can you not die? If the people don't die, the court will not die, and that old fairy will not die. Once the court pulls out his hand, we will die." Fang Xiandao's monk looked at the mountains of corpses in front of him, and his face showed a fanatical look.

"The cold current in winter is also the method you use. Are you not afraid of backlash?"

"Haha, backlash, I used all my life to activate the spell. I had a lifespan of 17,000 years. I lost my lifespan in one go. I still have three months to live. I must curse that old guy to death in these three months. I want to pave the way for the descendants of Fang Xiandao." As he said, the monk's body trembled.

The general of the town government was silent for a while and said, "If you do this, you will inevitably have karma backfire after you die, and you will not even have the chance to reincarnate."

"If you die, die. Now you cannot live forever. In the end, one will die, either heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. For the great cause of our immortal path, I am not afraid of death."

The general of the town government retreated until three miles away before he stood still.

I don’t know when the sky changed color, and the gray clouds drifted down snowflakes.

An old man in gray appeared not far from the monk, and this was the ancestor of the empire.

"You asked me to come here to fight?" Although the ancestor's voice was not loud, it was heard for more than ten miles.

"You and I will decide the winner today. If you win, our immortal path will completely disappear and return it to your prefecture. If I win, your dynasty will change its ownership for thousands of miles of land." Fang Xiandao's monk's face flushed, obviously abnormal.

The ancestor of the Empire looked at the bodies piled up in several mountains in the distance and sighed slowly: "You interfered with the movement of heaven and earth twice to disrupt the order of heaven and earth and force refugees to rebel. Now that you have killed so many people, do you have nothing to say?"

"Hahaha, I've done it anyway, and my life is not long. I'll just ask whether you agree or not."

"Do you think you have hope of victory?" asked the Empire's ancestor.

The monk Fang Xiandao was stunned and then said, "Since I asked you to come here, I am sure."

"Your energy is exhausted and your life is not long. I can't see where you are sure of it." The ancestor of the Empire looked at the monk with a sarcastic look on his face.

"Oh, I miss this world so much. I'm afraid of death when I die. I haven't lived enough yet." The monk Fang Xiandao looked at the sky, his eyes vaguely missing his nostalgia.

"Give you a chance to take action." The ancestor of the Empire carried his hands on his back, full of arrogance. Facing the monks who entered the Taoist realm, especially those who were already broken, he had the confidence.

"Then I'm not polite." The monk Fang Xiandao put away his obsession, his eyes firmly, and he knelt on the ground, sacrificing towards the endless existence in the sky.

The wind and clouds in the sky changed color, and a vicissitudes of ancient times spread over a radius of more than ten miles.

A mocking look flashed in the eyes of the ancestor of the Empire: "I saw the corpse behind you and knew that your abacus was just an evil magic. You really thought that evil magic could kill me. In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies were paper tigers. I want you to be convinced and die desperately. I want you to know that all your skills were in vain."

The ancestor of the Empire has been practicing for so many years and is an old fox. How could he deceive him such a thing? As for the art of sacrifice, he has heard of it, but he will never believe that there are such evil methods in the world. If there were any, he would have heard of it for so many years.

"Hahaha, you are so confident." Fang Xiandao's monk laughed wildly. He had already felt the essence of his body slowly passing away. He saw the projection of the altar of the distant time and space. The sacrifice not only requires sacrifices, but also sacrifices his vitality. The greater the request, the more vitality it needs.

"I am loyal to Fang Xiandao, and I am not willing to die, and I am not sorry to lose my soul." After saying that, the vitality of the monk Fang Xiandao was completely drained, and his body turned into ashes, leaving only a ball of soul.

The soul turned around at the last moment, looked at the general of the town and the ancestor of the empire, laughed, and the words resounded in the sky: "To be loyal, one should not be cherished if one dies, and one will not regret even if one loses one's soul."

Endless karma descended and swam towards the soul of the monk. As those karma arrived, the altar took the lead in draining its soul essence.

For the sake of great cause, the monks of Fang Xiandao slaughtered sentient beings and committed endless karma. Countless creatures died unknown, and millions of human races buried their corpses. Was he wrong?

Perhaps, in the eyes of some people, he is right, and in the eyes of himself, all the efforts are worth it.

But in the eyes of innocent beings, he is a devil, an absolute big devil.

For some reason, the last glance of the monk Fang Xiandao was firmly imprinted in the heart of the general in the township and could not be removed.

In the past, he despised the monk Xiandao, and even felt a little disgusted, but at this time, he couldn't hate it. This was a warrior who devoted himself to his ideals and his wishes.

Millions of corpses were swallowed up, and a blood-colored figure spanned endless time and space and came to the world.

Feeling the earth-shaking momentum that overturned all living beings, the ancestor of the empire finally felt something was wrong.

At the same time, all the monks above the level of supernatural powers in the Forbidden Sea felt the aura that was overwhelming for the ages, and the souls of everyone were trembling.

The blood-colored figure looked a little illusory. Looking at the ancestor opposite, he had no expression, as if he had no intelligence and only instinct.

With a gentle wave of his hand and a point out, the space was blocked, time and space were frozen, and the thunder in the sky roared.

Without a trace of fireworks, the ancestor of the empire was completely wiped out by the blood shadow. When he felt the thunder punishment roaring in the sky, the blood-colored figure seemed to have remembered something: "I will come back in a hurry forever, in the blink of an eye."
Chapter completed!