Nightwatcher

In the blue sky, the clouds suddenly collapsed and disappeared, leaving only a piece of blue sky.

That soaring power, the existence that has not yet appeared, seems to have no sand in his eyes.

Between heaven and earth, a pair of eyes opened, full of insightful wisdom and unshakable indifference. .

Between the mountains and the sea, a phantom with a height of hundreds of feet emerged, wearing a Confucian robe and a Confucian crown, with a blurred face and long beard.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the scorching sun in the sky seems to have dimmed a bit.

This phantom has the blue sky above its head and the ocean under its feet.

As soon as this phantom came out, within a hundred miles of Jingshan Mountain, there was a clear air, and the sound of reading aloud came from the void.

Compared with the fresh air accumulated by Confucian academies for a thousand years, it is like the light of fireflies.

Confucian saints!

The founder of the Confucian system, a great man who transcends rank.

Since the death of Confucian saints, more than 1,200 years ago, someone summoned the heroic soul of Confucian saints for the first time.

At this moment, the sculpture of the witch god trembled violently, and the entire altar and the entire valley shook like an earthquake.

At this moment, within a hundred miles of Jingshan City, all living beings were prostrate on the ground, trembling.

Irbu and Uda Pagoda trembled all over, their spines were bent, and they refused to crawl stubbornly. This was the last dignity of a third-rank wizard.

The great wizard Saren Agu looked up at the huge phantom towering above the sky, his lips trembling slightly.

He murmured: "Confucian saints"

Since the birth of human civilization, the changes in rituals and systems have been complicated and chaotic. But if the long river of "history" is extended, from a macro perspective, the changes of human civilization can be simply classified into two stages:

Before Confucianism and after Confucianism.

Before the birth of Confucianism, the system was changeable and unstable, and it was in a relatively chaotic stage.

After the birth of Confucianism, the civilization of the human race had the cornerstone and the foundation that never departed from its roots.

In the tens of thousands of years after the conclusion of the era of gods and demons, in terms of luck, whether it is the ancient emperors or the thousands of emperors in later generations, they are not as good as Confucian saints.

As the founder of human civilization, Confucian saints seem to have emerged as the times require.

Wei Yuan's eyes were replaced by a clear light, highlighting the indifference of the gods. His body was cracked with fine cracks, and the Confucian crown and carving knife glowed with clear light, repairing his body over and over again, splitting again and again, and the cycle repeated. .

At this moment, what he shoulders is not only the power beyond the rank, but also the first-class majestic luck since the birth of the human race.

After the Confucian saint passed away, no one has ever been able to summon his heroic soul, which is not unreasonable.

Wei Yuan raised his head, stared at Emperor Zhende in the air, and said flatly, "Maybe you might as well use your sword!"

Emperor Zhende looked at him indifferently.

Cut off with a sword.

The sword light was brilliant, and time and space seemed to be frozen at this moment. There had never been such a brilliant sword spirit in the world, because in history, there was no swordsman who surpassed the rank.

"ah"

The screams resounded in the battlefield, and several masters who had the courage to witness this scene had creepy changes in their bodies.

Some of them suddenly shot out sword energy, and then fell apart.

Some bodies were dyed iron gray and turned into sculptures.

Some suddenly caught fire and quickly turned to ashes, leaving two black and oily footprints on the ground.

Some turned into yellow sand and collapsed; some flesh and blood turned lignified, wood texture appeared on the skin, and green leaves grew from the pores.

Zhang Kaitai and other masters suddenly closed their eyes and lowered their heads, not daring to look at the sword light.

Fear exploded in their hearts.

A battle involving the world's most peak level in Kyushu can really easily turn a region into wasteland.

The radiant sword light was in front of him in a blink of an eye.

Wei Yuan raised his foot, stomped forward, and his voice was as loud as a bell: "Before the Confucian saints, who dares to be presumptuous!"

The hundred-foot phantom stepped forward at the same time, and stepped forward lightly.

With this foot stepping, a tsunami hundreds of feet high suddenly set off in the ocean, Jingshan completely collapsed, landslides, tsunami

With the power of a Confucian sage, the mountains and rivers were razed to the ground, and the earth was turned into a country.

The five-color sword light suddenly collapsed, turning into pure power of the five elements, rendering the sky colorful and magnificent.

Saren Agu, Emperor Joan of Arc, Irb, and Uda Pagoda, the four super masters were hit in the chest by a fresh air that almost swept across the world, and their bodies quickly collapsed like leaves in the wind.

The four top powerhouses stood up as masters, repairing their injuries, their aura had fallen to the bottom, and their ambitions were even more sluggish.

The combined force of the four swords has reached a strength beyond the grade, but it was wiped out under the foot of the Confucian sage.

The disintegrated Five Elements Sword Qi directly changed the elemental laws of this world. Towering trees grew in the sea, gurgling streams flowed from the rocks, and flames burned on the sea surface.

It's not that the power of this sword is not enough.

It's because Confucian saints are too strong.

Emperor Jeanne's breath was unstable, and the black light wrapped around his body turned into black flames, which ate himself back.

He practiced the way of the Renzong, and he would also be burned by the fire of karma. In the past few decades, relying on his identity and status as a monarch, he firmly suppressed the fire of karma.

Just now he was hit by Qing Qi, his breath weakened, and the karmic fire immediately turned back.

He took a deep breath, breathed out the aura of heaven and earth, and the body of the sun god, known as the indestructible Taoism, radiated golden light and extinguished the fire of karma.

Wei Yuan's face paled a little, he ignored the four defeated generals, turned around, and walked towards the altar in the valley.

The power of Confucian saints is destroying his body all the time, despite the carving knife, Confucian crown, and Zhao Shou's blessing. But for Wei Yuan, it was still unbearable.

There is a price to be paid for summoning an existence that transcends grades.

There is no mysterious magic backlash, there is only the simple truth of "overloading".

As Wei Yuan turned around, the phantom of the Confucian saint turned to the valley at the same time, and moved his body.

No one dares to stand in the way of a Confucian sage, not even a first rank.

Salun Agu looked at the man in the green clothes, and he was not angry because the general situation was gone. He was still calm and gentle, and said slowly:

"Wei Yuan, you are extremely talented. Even if the witch god breaks the seal, you can still protect yourself. Why bother?"

Back then, the Confucian sages sealed the witch gods with a huge secret. Looking at Kyushu, those who know the secrets in it can count with two hands.

When the country is subjugated and the species is exterminated, how can we be alone? Wei Yuan turned a deaf ear to it, and marched firmly but slowly towards the valley.

He also has an enemy.

Wei Yuan walked forward in the void, and when he approached the valley, he was blocked by a barrier.

This barrier is invisible and tangible, it keeps Wei Yuan out of the valley.

Inside the valley is another world, which refuses Wei Yuan to enter.

Only super products can stop super products.

The witch god can already affect reality and infiltrate power.

The only thing that can block luck is luck.

Holding the carving knife, Wei Yuan tapped lightly on the invisible barrier, and the air wave "buzzed" and bounced the carving knife away.

Salun Agu looked at this scene and said:

"Sorcerer God has been able to infiltrate the seal and affect reality. It is not a sculpture to be slaughtered. It is a pity that your reaction is too fast. If it can be delayed for two or three years, the Sorcerer God can mobilize more luck."

Wei Yuan turned his neck and looked at Salun Agu in the distance:

"You are implying that I am trying my best to destroy the barrier and consume the few powers of Confucian saints, so that I have no room to seal the witch god."

Saren Agu said frankly, "Do you still have a choice?"

The corner of Wei Yuan's mouth curled up: "Who said there is no such thing."

Inside Jingshan City, the figure of a white-clothed warlock appeared, and he passed through the closed city gate without a sound, and arrived at the main altar of the Witch God Cult.

"Come out"

After the white-clothed warlock stumbled, he raised his foot and stomped lightly. With him as the core, the formation spread rapidly, covering the surrounding streets and houses.

Send array!

A famous cavalry appeared suddenly, holding a steel knife and wearing armor. The leader was a young man who was more beautiful than a woman.

The people in the city looked at the group of strangers from heaven in astonishment. Through details such as armor and appearance, they recognized that they were Dafeng's cavalry, and their expressions changed drastically.

I don't understand why Dafeng's army suddenly came to the city.

Yan State is bordered by three states on the border of Dafeng. It is easy to defend and difficult to attack because of the dangers. Even a common man can pinch his waist and laugh:

"The Central Plains are like girls, you can bully them at will."

We are the only ones who beat us up, and there is no reason for them to beat us up.

This phenomenon remained unchanged until the end of the Battle of Shanhaiguan.

Nangong Qianrou raised her saber high, with a gloomy and cold demeanor, she shouted:

"Since the founding of Dafeng, in the past six hundred years, the witch gods have killed Dafeng's people and robbed me of Dafeng's women. The blood debt is too high to write down. The people of the three states in the northeast have been suffering from the bitter witch gods for a long time. Dafeng soldiers, follow me Massacre the city."

"Slaughter the city!"

"Slaughter the city!"

"Massacre"

Shen Xiong's roars gathered in one place, and the sound shook the sky.

Ten thousand heavy cavalry rushed into the streets, slaughtered wantonly, and turned the city into a purgatory on earth.

Massacre the city today, blood debt paid in blood!

"Wei Yuan!!"

Seeing the killing in full swing in Jingshan City, Linghui Master Irbu was furious:

"Only a super product can seal a super product. You, a mortal body, are mixed in, aren't you afraid of death?!"

The situation has progressed to this point, and this third-rank master feels powerless from the bottom of his heart.

You, Wei Yuan, are neither a disciple of Confucianism nor those mortal ants. A second-rank martial artist is enough to take care of himself and be at ease, so why bother to seek your own death?

"If you say beat your Witch God Cult, hit your Witch God Cult."

Wei Yuan looked away from Jingshan City, turned to the great wizard Salun Agu, and said with a smile: "Old soldiers from back then, if you call me a god of war, don't let them down."

Doomed to have no food and grass, he pierced through the dangerous state of Yan and approached the capital of the country, attracting most of the troops of Yan and Kang. Then he darkened Chencang and crossed Wangyang to Jingshan City.

Summon the Jiaobu Jiaolong to offset the turbulent waves of the "Rain Master".

Using a carving knife to severely injure a first-rank great wizard, forcing Emperor Joan to show up.

Invite Confucian Saints and Heroic Souls to severely injure all top experts in the Witch God camp.

Send Nangong Qianrou and Sun Xuan to meet up, and enter Jingshan City at a critical moment, shaking the fate of the witch god.

From the moment of the expedition to the present, how to march, how to divide the troops, which route to take, whose help is needed, how many enemies there are, and who every step is, he has counted.

Jian Zheng once said, in today's world, there are too few people who can fight with me in a game of chess, regardless of the outcome, and Wei Yuan is one of them.

Every time a person dies in Jingshan City, the luck that the witch god can borrow will be weakened by one point.

Wei Yuan raised the carving knife and lightly slashed at the barrier that was already as thin as an eggshell, breaking through the barrier of the witch god.

Irbu and Uda Pagoda watched Wei Yuan enter the valley with unwillingness on their faces.

Saren Agu and the first emperor Joan of Arc looked at this scene, the former's eyes were calm, while the latter's eyes were indifferent.

The altar is tens of feet high, only slightly shorter than the mountain peak.

Wei Yuan raised his head and glanced at the towering altar. There were ninety-nine steps of stone steps, and at the end was the god of the Witchcraft cult, the founder of the wizard system.

After the era of gods and demons, one of the few super products.

It is not too much to call it "like a god like a demon".

Wei Yuan withdrew his gaze, raised his foot, and stepped on the first step.

In an instant, the sky and the earth were murderous, this space was repelling him, targeting him, and it was under terrible pressure.

Wei Yuan paused, then stepped up to the second step.

The phantom of Confucian saints lowered the clear light to offset the pressure of heaven and earth.

Wei Yuan raised his head and bowed to the shadow of the Confucian saint: "No need!"

He summoned Confucian saints not to kill the enemy, but to seal the witch god.

Salun Agu encouraged him to break the barrier with the power of Confucian saints, just to weaken the power of Confucian saints layer by layer. How much power does Confucian saints have left when they are on the altar?

He Wei Yuan is not a tool, not just a tool to carry the soul of a Confucian sage and a hero.

On the contrary, he, Wei Yuan, is the one who seals the witch god in this world.

Confucian saints are his tools.

Second level, third level, fourth level

After the twentieth level, every time Wei Yuan took a step, a crack appeared in his body, and the immortal body of the high-ranking martial artist was repairing the terrible wound, barely maintaining his balance.

After level 50, Wei Yuan is like a patchwork porcelain figure, with cracks all over his body, including his elegant and handsome face.

He finally stopped, but he didn't know whether it was due to exhaustion or being pressed so that he could no longer move forward.

"If you don't transcend grades, you are a mortal after all, so what's the difference between you and ants?"

A misty sigh came, as if it came from ancient times.

Accompanied by this voice, the power of Pei Mo Nengyu surged in, and the heaven and the earth worked together to strangle Wei Yuan.

There are two roads before Wei Yuan. The first road is to use the power of Confucian saints to climb to the summit. As for whether this hard-won heroic soul will have the power to seal the witch god after reaching the summit, only God knows.

The second way is to turn around and leave, leading the Dafeng army to retreat.

"God, what a majesty!"

Wei Yuan murmured, a dusty past broke through the blockade of memory.

Forty years ago, when Emperor Jeanne was still in power, a tragic war took place in the three northeastern states.

The witch god issued an oracle to destroy Dafeng and seize luck. At that time, the three countries in the Northeast mobilized 200,000 troops to capture the three states of Xiangjing, Henan, and slaughtered every three days. The old and weak, women and children were not left behind, and the people of Dafeng were like humble grass was slaughtered.

There is no one inhabited for hundreds of miles, and the dead bones are buried in the mountains.

More ferocious and violent than monsters.

To this day, that battle is still a shadow in the hearts of the old people who experienced the military chaos back then.

It was also that battle, and in the next ten years, the imperial court sent 100,000 soldiers in the three states, and the people would rather be refugees than return to their homeland, and they were really afraid of being beaten by the witch gods.

Afterwards, the imperial court recreated the yellow book and found that Xiangzhou, Jingzhou, and Yuzhou were thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, ten rooms and nine empty, and millions of people died in that war.

Wei Yuan was born in Yuzhou.

In the Wei family, only one boy survived.

The past came to mind, and now he is no longer the young man in green clothes. Wei Yuan laughed wildly:

"Looking back for forty years, the country hates the family and the family hates the dynasty. Now, I want to know, God, can you trap me, an ant."

Dressed in Tsing Yi, climbing up the steps, the cage of heaven and earth is like a decoration.

Level ninety-nine, reaching the top in one go.

Standing in front of the sculpture of the witch god was already a broken human figure.

Wei Yuan sneered disdainfully: "It seems that God is nothing more than that."

At the age of 4,800 years, only two people from the Central Plains have ascended to the main altar of the Witch God Sect.

A Confucian saint 1,200 years ago.

Wei Yuan 1,200 years later.

Only these two people.

The great wizard Salun Agu sighed, "Wei Yuan, the revival of the witch god is the general trend. The Central Plains is now withered talents, Confucianism is weak, and it is difficult to make a climate. The luck is lost, and the prison is no longer at its peak. Why do you want to be a chariot?"

After finishing speaking, he gently slid his fingertips across his wrist, let the blood flow, and squeezed the seal with his hands, and the sound was like a bell, which spread throughout the world: "Offer a sacrifice to the witch god."

On the side, Irbu and Uda Pagoda looked serious, each cut their wrists, and held the same knuckles.

Blood flowed from the wrists of the three high-grade wizards, the blood was like threads, but it did not drip, but turned into crimson brilliance, drifting towards the distant altar and towards the sculpture of the witch god.

Blood Sacrifice Dafa!

The blood sacrifice Dafa of witchcraft.

Hearing the voice of the Great Wizard, the wizards who saw this scene understood that the Witch God Cult was at a critical moment of life and death.

Hundreds of sorcerers left the battlefield one after another, cut their own wrists without the slightest hesitation, squeezed magic formulas, and sacrificed themselves like a sorcerer god.

Nalan Yan only felt that his body temperature was getting colder, and his vitality flowed along with the blood, turning into crimson light, floating towards the valley, and merged into the sculpture that had been worshiped by wizards for thousands of years.

You Central Plains Dafeng generals are brave and not afraid of death. Could it be that my witch god sect is greedy for life and afraid of death?

The Sorcerer Sect has ruled the Northeast for more than 4,000 years, and has never been beaten so embarrassingly.

Even if you die today, we will let you, Wei Yuan, and Da Fenggong be defeated.

As he was dying, Nalan Yan suddenly turned his head, looked at the man in Tsing Yi, and thought of his father who died in the Battle of Shanhaiguan.

Unexpectedly, the father and son died at the hands of the same person.

Nalan Yan slowly closed his eyes and passed away quietly.

One after another, the wizards fell down and turned into haggard corpses. They died silently, but they had no complaints or regrets.

Their wills were integrated into the sculptures of the Witch Gods. This was the last resistance of the Witch Gods. This was the curse issued by the wizards to Wei Yuan and Confucian saints.

click

On the altar, the statue of the witch god cracked, and fine stone chips spewed out.

A puff of black smoke penetrated between the eyebrows of the sculpture, covering the sky, blocking the sun, blocking the blue sky, turning day into night.

In a short while, this black mist enveloped Jingshan City for hundreds of miles, tumbling endlessly, like raging waves under a storm.

The blood spattered three feet when the man was angry, and the emperor lay down a million corpses when he was angry.

So what if the gods are angry?

The soldiers fought hard again, and the few survivors around Jingshan City raised their heads, looking at the black mist overhead with horror.

The black mist suddenly collapsed like the sky, and condensed with the sky above the altar to form a tall black shadow with blurred features.

Those who dared to look directly at the shadow died suddenly on the spot.

The Baizhang black shadow confronted the Baizhang phantom, like two giants who created the world.

"Confucian saint!"

In the black shadow, came a ethereal and grand voice, like anger, hatred, or sigh.

Accompanied by this sound, there was a scorching thunder in the sky, and the situation changed color. A terrible storm has come.

"You will regret this."

The ethereal and grand voice came again.

Wei Yuan knew that these words were addressed to him.

He remained silent, turned his head, and glanced at the battlefield in the distance, where the big soldiers were fighting.

These soldiers who died in the land of the Witch God, as well as those veterans who died in the Battle of Shanhaiguan, what they shed their blood for, and shrouded their bodies in horse leather, can be summed up in four words: for the country and the people.

I, Wei Yuan, brought them to die, for the reason, isn't it also these four words?

The black shadow is condescending, overlooking indifferently, like a god overlooking the common people and ants.

The black shadow raised his hand and pressed his fingers lightly.

The anger of the gods is terrifying, but what qualifications do mortals have to experience the wrath of the gods? To the gods, it is just an existence that can be crushed to death with one finger.

How is it different from ants.

There was the sound of bones breaking, and the power of the gods had already shattered all the bones in Wei Yuan's body before the attack of the gods came.

His spine bent down suddenly, as if he was carrying a huge mountain on his shoulders, it was difficult to lift his head up.

At this moment, Wei Yuan was like porcelain that was about to fall apart, with cracks all over it.

This scene is very similar to when Xu Qi'an was forced to kneel by the golden body method when the Buddhist sect was fighting.

At this moment, he seemed to hear the roar of Xu Qi'an, and the roar of tens of thousands of people in the capital.

Wei Yuan's eyes suddenly burst into light, clear and clear.

In my whole life, I don't respect God, don't worship Buddha, don't believe in kings, and only serve the common people.

The inhumanity of the gods is my enemy.

Wei Yuan straightened up little by little. His whole body was broken, including his spine. At this moment, he was able to straighten his waist, probably because he had some beliefs supporting him.

In today's Kyushu, few people know why Confucian saints seal witch gods.

Few people know why Emperor Gaozu back then back then.

Few people know that the witch god once eroded the Central Plains and broke the luck of the human race in ancient times.

He, Wei Yuan, didn't want the backbone of civilization to collapse, and he didn't want the people of the Central Plains to bow their heads as slaves for generations.

The fingers that condensed the wrath of the gods fell from the sky.

He raised his hand tremblingly, holding the carving knife in his hand, and the bright red blood flowed like water.

A hand reached out from behind, holding the carving knife with him.

At some point, the huge phantom with a height of hundreds of feet had disappeared, and it appeared behind Wei Yuan, as if it was the most solid backing for this outstanding man after a thousand years.

Wei Yuan's hands no longer trembled.

Thousands of years ago there were Confucian saints, and after a thousand years there was Wei Yuan!

The scholar was very high-spirited, furious, and roared at the witch god:

"You shaman god wants to erode my fortune and cut off my life in the Central Plains. Have you asked me Wei Yuan?"

Wei Yuan held the Confucian sage's carving knife and gently handed it out.

The carving knife bloomed with dazzling brilliance.

More than 1,200 years have passed since Confucian Saints last used their swords.

This knife spanned thousands of years.

There is no such stunning sword light in the world, nor is there such a showy spirit.

The power beyond grade exploded above the altar.

The sky is falling.

The black shadow condensed by the witch god collapsed inch by inch, disintegrating into terrifying waves that swept across the world.

This force swept over the hills and flattened the hills; swept across the ocean and set off a tsunami; rolled over the city, and the city was turned into ruins.

Nangong Qianrou took the lead and led the heavy cavalry to retreat, her eyes were red and her face was distorted.

Father, you must survive.

Zhang Kaitai and other Jinluo and Gaopin Wufu are also on the run, and they are in a race to death.

Everyone is on the run, fleeing in a panic.

After a long, long time, the aftermath dissipated, and everything it passed was razed to the ground.

The main altar of the Witch God Sect, Jingshan City, has since become history.

Only the altar, protected by the seal of Confucian saints and the power of witches and gods, survived this devastating wave.

Wei Yuan stood proudly on the altar, wearing ragged green clothes.

"Why"

In the void, there was an ethereal voice, but it was no longer grand.

The phantom of the Confucian saint behind him stepped into the sculpture of the witch god, and the chapped gap repaired itself.

The witch god was sealed again.

Why?

Wei Yuan turned around wearily and looked at the Central Plains. He made his fortune in the 6th year of Yuan Jing, repelling the barbarian cavalry, and became a new rich man in Dafeng. Then strategize in the battle of Shanhaiguan and win this huge battle that changed the structure of Kyushu.

After that, he abolished his cultivation, entered the temple, contended with many parties in the court, and subdued the princes as an eunuch. Glory, merit, and power are held in the hands, and the glory is incomparable.

Throughout his life, there are many things that his political opponents have studied for half a lifetime, but they still cannot understand.

No heirs, no family, all alone.

The gold and silver treasures that the eunuchs regarded as spiritual pillars, he also regarded as dung.

After decades of ups and downs in the officialdom, is there really no desire?

Wei Yuan's gaze seemed to penetrate thousands of mountains and rivers, and he saw the sub-sacred temple on the top of Qingyun Mountain, the stone tablet standing in the temple, and those crooked four sentences.

Why?

Wei Yuan said softly: "Build a heart for the world, establish a life for the people, inherit the knowledge of the past, and create peace for all generations."

He closed his eyes and never opened them again.

In the autumn of Yuanjing 37, Wei Yuan led an army of 100,000 to capture the main altar of the Witch God Sect and seal the Witch God.

Jingshan City was reduced to ruins, and hundreds of thousands of people were wiped out.

This is the first time in history that the iron cavalry of the Central Plains human race broke through the main altar of the Witch God Sect.

Leave a name in history.