Chapter 106 Death of Janixi

Jianixi, wearing animal skins and bird feathers, holding an animal bone spear, quietly walked onto the high platform, his aura already established. The bright morning sun draped over his body, and the golden light made him look like a god descended from the world.

Under the high platform, the endless blackness of the Shangyue tribe was kneeling down devoutly and peacefully. Everyone's eyes were filled with hope and light. The one hundred years of chaos and disorder in Shangyue were about to end, and this king would usher in a new era for them.

Unlike the heated excitement of the people in the audience, Jianixi's eyes were full of sarcasm and disdain. He stood on the high platform with stiff hands and feet, staring coldly at the Shanyue people who were kneeling below.

"Janixi, the time has come."

The old witch next to him, holding the animal-headed scepter high and wearing a black robe, spoke hoarsely. His aura was at the peak of foundation building, and his hoarse voice floated to Jia Nixi's ears.

"Don't delay...as long as you die peacefully, we won't touch your people."

The old witch looked helpless, and he had already cursed the brother who pushed him down the mountain.

"It turns out that Jia Nixi has already noticed that something is wrong. No wonder they are blaming each other... I have been in seclusion for so many years, and I thought this was a good job!"

"It's really not easy to force him to make a sacrifice with peace of mind. This guy has no heirs or a wife. The only thing he cares about is the hundreds of thousands of mountains and rivers. I can only use this to blackmail him. If it weren't for the altar, he would have to go up to it in person.

, I’m waiting for you to talk nonsense, I can just tie him up and throw him up.”

Jia Nixi glanced at him contemptuously, clenched the spear in his hand, and stepped forward slowly. The light red light was already flowing from the lines on the high platform, and suddenly he saw him saying:

"Old guy, let me ask you, have you ever raised the people and managed the army?"

The old witch saw the disdain on Janixi's face. He completely lost the helplessness he felt when he was forcing hundreds of thousands of mountains to cross him a few days ago. His heart skipped a beat, and the hair on his body stood up, and he said in a harsh voice:

"Jia Nixi! Don't ignore hundreds of thousands of mountains and do such impulsive things!"

Jianixi laughed, became furious, and said coldly:

"The army is my sword, and the people are my carriage. How can anyone die for the utensils?"

As soon as he said this, the old witch suddenly felt that something was wrong. He felt that the mana was surging in his body, and he felt like he was destroying the mysterious scene. He shouted repeatedly:

"Master!"

The sky suddenly changed. A big, skinny hand came across the sky and was about to suppress the changes in Jia Nixi's body. Unexpectedly, a mysterious light came from the east and hit the hand, blocking it for a moment.

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"Click."

The six chakras in Janixi's body shattered in response, and the foundation of the avenue built in his body exploded, and red blood spurted out, shocking the old witch's face.

"What do you want, woman?"

Jianixi took off his armor and asked her calmly.

"I want the king to live."

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The memory suddenly ended, and the King of Shanyue exploded into pieces in front of tens of thousands of Shanyue, and the red blood stained the entire high platform.

Jianixi's brown eyeball flew out dozens of feet, bounced down to the foot of the high platform, and rolled down in front of the kneeling Shanyue women.

The Shanyue woman, carrying a child on her back, jumped up as if she had been bitten by a snake, tremblingly held up the deep brown eyes, her face turned green and white, she coughed a few times, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

There was a moment of silence between heaven and earth. The huge terror suppressed the troops and people below and could not utter a word. Dark clouds and lightning quickly gathered in the sky, and strong winds swept every corner.

"who is it……"

A murmur appeared in the old witch's ears. He knelt down and shivered. His cultivation at the peak of foundation building could not bring him a sense of security. There was a dead silence in the old witch's heart.

"It's not an old friend...it's the newly promoted Zifu...who is it?!"

Thunderous roars rang in the old witch's ears, and the qi-training Shanyue people on the stage suddenly exploded into a pulp. The high platform made of mud and bricks collapsed with the sound, and the rolling mud and sand rolled down.

The thick earthy smell suddenly filled the entire Dajueting.

"Who taught his Shattered Wheel to disintegrate?! Who!"

A middle-aged man in black robes stood in the air. The old witch was covered in dirt and knelt in a miserable state. Then he saw the middle-aged man raised his hand, his expression full of violence.

"It's been so many years...no one has ever made me suffer such a big loss!"

The majestic momentum swept across all directions, and the entire mountainous area of ​​Dajueting began to tremble.

"Master! This is Xuanguang Technique...most likely done by the Demon Sect!"

The old witch's back felt cold, and he stammered a reply, then heard the middle-aged Zifu say coldly:

"Qingchi Demon Sect... When I was in power, I was just a small sect guarding the dilapidated mountain gate. Now you dare to bully me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared over the ruins. The old witch knelt for a while, and then he dared to quietly raise his head. Seeing that the middle-aged man had gone away, he drove the shuttle and left.

Only tens of thousands of Shanyue fell to the ground, crying lowly, and thousands of misty incense turned into light gray resentment, wandering in the sky above Dajueting.

"Your Majesty..."

The people on the ground were weeping and kneeling around the brown eyeball, while the sound of rustling and shaking wings slowly came from the distance.

"Locust! Locust!"

But I heard the guards on the city wall shouting loudly, and gray-black locusts swarmed from the distance like a mountain, making a rustling sound and flying freely above Dajueting, sucking in the resentment condensed by this severe drought and disaster.

"Buzz..."

The locusts hit people without thinking and were only in pain, but the Shanyue people cried for their fathers and mothers, trampled and pushed each other, and the entire Great Jueting instantly became a hell on earth.

"King!"

Seeing the surging crowd quickly gathering, the woman carrying the child on her back quickly lifted the boy high and threw it on the low boulder with all her strength. He was immediately submerged in the sea of ​​people and turned into flesh and bones on the ground.

Amidst the overwhelming sound of locusts flapping their wings, the golden morning light was obscured by dark clouds, and the entire northern foothills once again fell into the thickest darkness.

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Humid moisture filled the air, and the towns were filled with joyful laughter. The villagers moved out various containers from urinals to large vats, and happily waited for the arrival of the heavy rain.

"Finally it's raining!"

The sadness on Li Xuanxuan's face finally dissipated, and he looked at the townspeople running on the street with a smile. The drought had lasted for eight months, and now it finally rained.

Li Xuanling beside him pursed his lips and said nothing, and his expression became joyful. The gray Xuanshui sword on the Qingfeng in his hand shone brightly, and he had obviously achieved a lot of results.

Li Jingtian looked out the window with a smile on her face, while the raindrops hit the stone road little by little. Chen Donghe beside her looked at her quietly.

"Winter River."

Li Jingtian suddenly called out. Chen Donghe blushed and lowered his head in shock, but he quickly replied:

"ah?"

"Tell me about my father in the west."

Chen Donghe suddenly looked happy and told her everything about the westward march. Li Jingtian listened quietly and nodded slightly from time to time.

The majestic heavy rain hit every corner. All the villagers were running and celebrating in the heavy rain, with cheerful smiles on their faces. Li Tongya rode the wind and looked among the clouds for a while, and his eyebrows felt a little more relaxed.

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"Good rain, really good rain."

Looking westward from a distance, the suffocating breath had disappeared. Li Tongya thought to himself:

"Presumably Janixi is finished, and we have to wait for the news to come... I can only breathe a sigh of relief."

Having an enemy like Jianixi by his side always makes people toss and turn. As long as Jianixi dies, the fifteen villages in Shanyue are just a mob. The monks on Wushan Mountain have not left the mountain. The remaining Qi Lianshan Mountains are tied up and it is not enough for him to fight with one hand.

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"What's more, the blood sacrifice has been completed, and I don't know how many qi trainings are left in the mountain."

It's a pity that this boundary is drawn between Shanyue Zifu and Qingchi Sect, otherwise Li Tongya might not be able to cross the border and annex several villages.

After slowly landing in the courtyard, Li Tongya saw Liu Rouxuan coming up to her with a smile and said:

"My husband is back."

Liu Rouxuan has been practicing for so many years, but her cultivation is only at the third level of Fetal Breathing. After all, her talent is not very high, and she has practiced the first-level Fetal Breathing Technique. She has not made any progress for many years, and now she also has some white hair on her temples.

"Um."

Li Tongya responded gently. He and Liu Rouxuan had known each other for nearly twenty years and were very familiar with each other. He held her hand and saw Liu Rouxuan's expression of worry, and smiled:

"What's wrong?"

"Husband..."

Liu Rouxuan lowered her eyebrows and replied:

"I have chosen several concubines for you, and they are all waiting outside."

Li Tongya paused for a moment, waved away the women who came in with a strange expression, and said with a smile:

"What are you thinking about!"

Liu Rouxuan arched her eyebrows and whispered:

"I know that my talent is not high. I am afraid that I will not be able to practice qi for the rest of my life, and I will not be able to stay with my husband for a long time. Now I have only one person from Xuanling, and I will have few heirs..."

Li Tongya opened his mouth, but did not say anything. The elixirs and spiritual rice in the clan have always been distributed according to qualifications. Xuanxuan Xuanling and several people were not enough, so Liu Rouxuan was naturally ignored. With her qualifications, she might not be able to survive until her death.
To be continued...