Chapter 2823: The Sub-Saint Kills the King, and the Silver Gong Suffers!

"Having said all that, it's time for you to hit the road!"

Xu Zisheng lowered his head and looked at Emperor Jeanne with a cold look on his face. He raised the Divine Sword of Zhenguo in his hand and slowly thrust it between Emperor Jeanne's eyebrows.

Emperor Jeanne's expression changed, and she used the last power in her body to burn the Yang Shen. The dark ink-like liquid spread all over her body and merged into the falling bead. The Witch God's eyes once again shot out a black light, triggering The earth, wind, water and fire turned into an extremely strong barrier, blocking the way of the Zhenguo Divine Sword.

"Ding!"

The tip of the sword touched the barrier, ripples rippled, and the four energies of earth, wind, water, and fire raged, distorting the space, as if the calmness of the water was broken.

Xu Zisheng didn't take it seriously, and once again increased his strength on his hand, the tip of the sword dropped little by little, and gradually penetrated into the barrier. Under Emperor Jeanne's desperate gaze, it continued to approach the center of his eyebrows.

Although death is scary, it is far less frightening than seeing it approaching with your own eyes. Forty years ago, Emperor Joan of Arc felt the approach of death and was so frightened that she was contaminated by the demonic thoughts of the Earth Sect Taoist leader and gave birth to immortality. His delusions have led him to do so many things.

Emperor Joan of Arc thought that she would never feel this kind of fear again in this life. Unexpectedly, she saw death approaching again today, even more clearly than last time. The tip of the sword was approaching inch by inch, and the tip of the sword was between his eyebrows. The distance between them is constantly shortened, and the barrier is full of cracks and is about to be broken!

"No!"

"I am the lord of the world, and I am not immortal yet. How could I die at this time!"

Emperor Jeanne let out an unwilling roar, and red blood kept pouring out of her mouth. Her face was hideous and terrifying, like an evil Shura ghost, and her eyes were red, full of malice and coldness.

"Go to hell with your dream of immortality!"

Xu Zisheng said in an extremely cold voice, and the strength in his hand suddenly increased. With a bang, the barrier shattered, the earth, wind, water and fire dissipated. The Zhenguo Divine Sword inserted into Emperor Jeanne's eyebrows without hesitation, fixing his Yang Shen firmly. In the physical body, endless luck fell from the sky and fell on the Zhenguo Divine Sword.

The clear brilliance shone, and the fire of karma ignited, enveloping the Yang God of Emperor Joan of Arc. The flames raged, shining with divine brilliance, burning away all sins.

"Ahhhhh!"

Emperor Jeanne's Immortal Sun God let out a wail of pain, struggling in the endless fire of karma, weak and helpless, ferocious and miserable.

"I'm not willing to give in!"

A faint voice came out, Emperor Jeanne was reduced to ashes in the fire of karma, and died completely. Emperor Jeanne practiced the art of transforming the three pure beings into one qi. The trinity, the immortal Yang God, is the foundation. Now the Yang God is destroyed by the fire of karma. Swallowed, naturally fell, and there is no hope of resurrection.

"Snapped!"

The transparent bead floating above Emperor Jeanne fell to the ground, and the eyeballs of the Witch God inside slowly closed and fell into silence.

The corners of Xu Zisheng's mouth raised slightly, he lowered his head to take a look, raised his right foot, and stepped hard on the witch god's eyeball.

"Snapped!"

The Witch God's eyeballs were directly exploded by Xu Zisheng's kick. Black liquid seeped out from under his feet. The ground was corroded and spread continuously. This was the power of the Super Grade, which could pollute and devour everything.

Xu Zisheng slowly raised his feet and watched the ground continue to sink. After a while, a big pit was corroded by the dark liquid. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, showing a bit of disdain, and he raised the Confucian Sage carving knife in his hand. , with a wave of his hand, the pure energy gathered and fell suddenly.

"Zizzizi!"

The clear air fell into the black liquid, causing a violent reaction. Bubbles popped up in the liquid and disappeared, but in the blink of an eye, the black liquid was purified.

Xu Zisheng looked at the big hole left on the ground, stretched out his right foot, put Emperor Jeanne's body into it, and said with a smile.

"This big hole appears just in time, so I don't have to dig a hole to bury you!"

Xu Zisheng just said so and did not bury the body of Emperor Zhende. After all, the Divine Sword of Zhenguo was still stuck in his head. It was better to leave it to Emperor Yongxing and the officials to clean up the mess. He was too lazy to care. Woolen cloth.

Xu Zisheng tossed the Confucian Sage carving knife in his hand and turned it into a stream of light, heading straight towards the palace and falling into the hands of Zhao Shou who was waiting here. In a flash, he disappeared from the place.

"When the dust has settled, I quit!"

Xu Zisheng's voice came from the Confucian Sage's carving knife and echoed in the ears of Emperor Yongxing and the civil and military officials. They all breathed a sigh of relief and showed a bit of relief on their faces.

Obviously, Xu Zisheng's regicide has put great pressure on them, and they are extremely afraid of this Confucian sub-sage. Now that he has voluntarily withdrawn from the court, it is a great joy for everyone. After all, no one wants to live in the palace with this great god. He was always worried about angering this unreasonable being.

Emperor Yongxing stood on top of the city, staring blankly at the Confucian Sage carving knife in Zhao Shou's hand, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes.

"My father is dead and Xu Zisheng has resigned. It's really great!"

Emperor Yongxing clenched his fists tightly, and veins appeared on the back of his hands. He could not hide the excitement and passion in his heart. Today's events were too dreamy for him, whether it was the death of Emperor Yuan Jing or Xu Zisheng's resignation. It is a great joy for him to become an official. All the shackles that hindered him have disappeared. From now on, Dafeng will be the only one who dominates.

The Prime Minister Wang Wenzhen also stared at the Confucian sage's carving knife. The old man's face and eyes were extremely complicated, happy, sad, emotional, and sad. He was in a trance for a long time without moving, probably remembering his career that ended with the death of the emperor.

The ministers had complicated expressions and were unable to speak for a while, immersed in the shocking news of the emperor's death.

Xu Zisheng, regicide! Dafeng was founded for 600 years. Except for Emperor Wuzong who cleared the court and the tyrants, the emperors of Dafeng had never been killed.

Yuan Jing, or Joan of Arc, was the first emperor of Dafeng to be beheaded in the history of Dafeng. Today's events will surely leave a strong mark in the history books. Even if thousands of years have passed, future generations will surely enjoy commenting on this history.

From the 16th year of Yuan Jing to the 37th year of Yuan Jing, it is inevitable that Wei Yuan's sacrifice and the destruction of 80,000 soldiers will be mixed in. This emperor who was obsessed with cultivation in the history of Dafeng was finally beheaded outside the capital by Xu Zisheng, the second sage of Confucianism.

When the officials were full of emotion, they suddenly heard a burst of crying. Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw the censor Zhang Xingying leaning against the wall, crying tears.

The members of the Wei Party, one by one, had tears in their eyes, some bowed their heads to wipe them, and some raised their heads to prevent tears from flowing down.

After a while, including Zhang Xingying who cried out of control, these powerful members of the Wei Party made a bold move in front of all parties. They straightened their clothes, bowed to the northeast, and then turned around and bowed in the direction of Yong'an Marquis' Mansion, and did not get up for a long time.

In the Star Observatory and the Bagua Terrace, the white-clothed and white-haired supervisor stood at the edge, looking into the void, looking at the righteous spirit that filled the world, with a complicated expression, and sighed.

"How well hidden! What a good thing that if I, Xu Zisheng, were not born, the Great Feng would be like a long night for eternity!"

"Both civil and military cultivations are of the first rank, no wonder you are reluctant to step into the realm of super-class Confucian saints, it turns out that you want to break through both civil and military and become the first dual-system super-class in history, what a big ambition, what a terrifying qualification!"

"Joan of Arc thinks that she is blessed with good fortune, I will not touch her, and I cannot touch her. It is true, for a sorcerer, regicide is self-destructive, the higher the rank, the greater the backlash, whether it is a tyrant or a tyrant, as long as he sits on the dragon throne, he is the king of the country. The king. For other high-level practitioners, the luck of the emperor in the world is added to him, and the cause and effect of killing the emperor are entangled. If it is not forced, no one is willing to compete with him. "

"Joan of Arc is full of confidence and thinks that everything is under control. However, he did not expect to meet Xu Zisheng, such an unreasonable existence. His death is not unjust!"

Time always passes inadvertently. It has been a month since Xu Zisheng killed Emperor Joan of Arc. The remnants of Wei Yuan have returned to this Kyoto city again. They have learned about Xu Zisheng's feat of beheading the king in anger, and they are extremely grateful.

Xu Qian'an looked at the majestic city in front of him, and a trace of shock flashed in his eyes. Father Xu was so powerful that he actually killed the old emperor. It was really gratifying.

"I don't know if my mother-in-law will be sad. After all, her father is dead. Should I seize the opportunity to send more warmth?"

The mother-in-law mentioned by Xu Qian'an is Princess Lin'an. He is worthy of being the King of the Sea. He never forgets his original intention. Every time he sees a beautiful woman, he will tease her a few times and make her a fish in his pond.

Except for Princess Huaiqing, it was not that Xu Qi'an did not like this cold goddess, but because Princess Huaiqing was Xu Zisheng's fiancée, how could he dare to covet her.

Xu Zisheng took a deep breath and was about to step into Kyoto City. Suddenly, the surrounding space was distorted, and a white-clothed sorcerer appeared in front of him. Everything around him lost its color and turned into black and white. It was so unreal that it made people feel extremely shocked.

Xu Qi'an slowly lowered his head and looked at his chest. A golden nail was inserted into it. Blood flowed and soaked his clothes. His eyes were full of astonishment.

This golden nail was engraved with Buddhist texts on the surface. It easily pierced Xu Qi'an's indestructible body and pierced his chest.

"Uh ah ah!"

Xu Qi'an let out a heart-wrenching and painful wail, like a pig being slaughtered. The sound was high-pitched and piercing, making people frown.

"Don't scream, this is the first one!"

A gentle voice came, the white-robed sorcerer turned his palm, and eight golden nails were clamped by his fingers. A cruel smile appeared on his face, and he comforted the frightened Xu Qiyan with ill intentions.

The white-robed sorcerer picked up another nail and slapped it on Xu Qiyan's head. Poof! The nail pierced into the Baihui acupoint.

Xu Qiyan's screams came to an abrupt end, and the golden light shining on the surface of his skin dissipated. His indestructible body was broken and turned into flesh and blood again.

Xu Qiyan's breath dropped suddenly, and he became like an ordinary person. He was not as strong as a fourth-grade warrior should be, and he was weak and small.

The first nail sealed the heart and blocked the transportation of qi and blood. The second nail pierced into the Baihui acupoint, closed the Tianmen, and blocked the sympathy of qi and luck. Xu Qiyan's qi and blood and qi were blocked at the same time, and his cultivation was sealed.

The most fatal thing is that these golden nails engraved with Buddhist texts seem to have special harm to the monk Shenshu. After two nails entered his body, the monk Shenshu in his body did not move at all, as if he fell into silence.

The white-robed sorcerer's first move was a fatal blow, shielding Xu Qiyan and the monk Shenshu's martial arts senses, and succeeded in sealing them with one strike. A smile appeared on his face. Things went exactly as he expected. He could finally retrieve the Dafeng national destiny deposited in Xu Qiyan's body and advance to the realm of the first-class destiny.

The white-robed sorcerer still had seven golden nails in his hand, but he did not rush to insert them into Xu Qi'an's body. Instead, he looked up at the Sitianjian Observatory. The white-robed and white-haired supervisor was stopped by an old man holding a lamb in his arms. It was the great wizard of the Wushen Cult, Saren Agu. He retracted his gaze, looked down at Xu Qi'an, and smiled slightly.

"The colorless beads of Buddhism are indeed magical. If it were not for the help of Buddhism this time, it would be difficult for me to get them. It's worth telling them the whereabouts of the monk Shenshu!"

The white-robed sorcerer spread his palm, and a bead turned into powder. He blew a breath, and the powder floated and fell to the ground. He reached out and picked up Xu Qi'an and was about to leave.

Suddenly, a clear air flashed, and Zhao Shou, the dean of Yunlu Academy, appeared. He wore a sub-sage Confucian cap on his head and held a Confucian sage carving knife in his hand, and shouted loudly.

"Teleportation is prohibited here!"

The figure of the sorcerer in white flashed slightly, his brows frowned, his eyes were shining, and there was a bit of disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth. He suddenly grabbed Xu Qiyan, and an invisible force emerged, breaking the law of words, and disappeared on the spot.

Zhao Shou was not surprised. The opponent was stronger than him. Even with the help of the saint's treasure, he was not his opponent. He immediately shouted again.

"Like a shadow!"

As soon as the voice fell, Zhao Shou's figure also disappeared on the spot, chasing after the sorcerer in white, his expression solemn and worried.

"Stand still here!"

Zhao Shou's figure emerged, looking at the sorcerer in white not far away, the Confucian sage carving knife in his hand shone again, an invisible force surged, changing the laws of the surrounding heaven and earth, separating the sorcerer in white and Xu Qiyan.

"Retreat a hundred miles!"

The sub-sage Confucian crown on Zhao Shou's head shone brightly, covering him and forcibly raising his strength to the level of a second-grade great Confucian. He waved the Confucian carving knife in his hand again and forcibly teleported the white-robed sorcerer out of a hundred miles.

Xu Qian'an breathed a sigh of relief, as if relieved of a heavy burden. He wanted to get into Zhao Shou's arms immediately and shouted "Dad Zhao". As expected, he was born handsome, kind and cute. Even without Dad Wei, there were other dads who loved him.

But the next moment, the figure of the white-robed sorcerer appeared beside Xu Qian'an again, shrouded in white mist, and his appearance could not be seen clearly, but people still felt the disdain on his face.

"Why did you come back?"

Xu Qian'an's heart suddenly lifted up, looking at the figure who appeared again with an ugly face, and asked in disbelief.

"Of course I walked back!"

The white-robed sorcerer seemed to be very gentle and answered Xu Qian'an's questions in an approachable manner.

The white-robed sorcerer was busy with his hands. A Bagua formation appeared under his feet. He stood on the wind gate, shining brightly, and was about to activate the formation to take Xu Qi'an away.

Zhao Shou's expression condensed, his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a sharp gaze, and the saint's treasure shone again, and he shouted loudly.

"Draw a prison on the ground!"

A huge amount of clear air rushed down from the sky, binding Xu Qi'an firmly in place, making the Bagua formation return in vain and unable to take him away at all.

The white-robed sorcerer frowned slightly, with a bit of impatience on his face, his eyes flashed slightly, a gleam of fierce light appeared, snorted coldly, and said angrily.

"In this case, I will play with you!"

The white-robed sorcerer stepped down, and a series of formation patterns appeared out of thin air, covering Zhao Shou. These formations are different, some are intertwined with lightning, some are surrounded by mist, some are sharp, and some are blazing, but they are perfectly integrated into one formation. They appeared at the feet of Zhao Shou at the same time and strangled him together.

The Confucian cap on Zhao Shou's head cast a clear light, and the aura of righteousness protected his body. He raised his finger and carved a Buddhist text in the void. The Buddhist text merged into his body. In an instant, a bit of gold lacquer bloomed, and the body of Vajra was indestructible.

The Confucian practice system was really too rogue. As long as it was a method and supernatural power they had seen, they could get it for free by saying what they said, without reason.

At the same time, Zhao Shou stepped on the ground and imitated the method of the white-robed sorcerer. A series of array patterns emerged from his feet and turned into countless arrays, covering the white-robed sorcerer. He gave him back what he had done.

After all, the white-robed sorcerer was an expert in playing with arrays. How could he be trapped by the array? With a light wave of his sleeves, the array was broken without any effort.

The white-robed sorcerer knew that if he didn't do something serious, he would not be able to do anything to Zhao Shou, the great Confucian scholar. He took off the sachet on his waist calmly and opened it.

In an instant, one magic weapon after another flew out like it was free. Cannons were arranged one after another, crossbows were placed on the ground, and magic weapons, fire guns, and military crossbows were floating in the air, all of which were aimed at Zhao Shou.

In addition, there were swords that could cut iron like mud and flew through the air. Other magic weapons with strange effects, such as ropes for restraint, bronze mirrors for shocking the soul, and bronze bells for sealing, were densely spread in the void and aimed at Zhao Shou.

"Warlocks are really rich. This is just a test of spending money. In comparison, warriors are more suitable for poor me!"

Xu Qian'an did not forget to laugh at himself at this time. In fact, the cost of martial arts training is not small. In the past, his second uncle Xu Zhiping spent at least one hundred taels of silver every year to train him, but compared with warlocks, it was simply not worth mentioning. Which of these weapons floating in the air is not worth a thousand or eight hundred taels of silver.

The cannon roared, the crossbow arrows broke through the air, and the void was shaking. The white-robed sorcerer calmly inserted another golden nail into Xu Qian'an's body, causing him to distort his face and let out a wail.

"Ah!"

"Why did you put the fate of Dafeng into my body?!"

Xu Qiyan is not a fool. He has already found many clues and deduced most of the truth of the matter. It is almost certain.

"Yunzhou is your base camp, why didn't you take action at the beginning?"

The white-robed sorcerer was not surprised that Xu Qiyan knew this. Xu Qiyan has solved many major cases. If he didn't even notice this, he would be disappointed.

"The seal under Sangpo is in your body. I have to face him to extract the luck in your body. This demon monk is not an ordinary person. Even I can't seal him. So I went to the Western Regions and told the Buddhist sect that Shenshu was in your body. They happily lent me the treasure, the Demon Sealing Nail."

Only monks can deal with monks. The white-robed sorcerer was able to subdue Xu Qiyan and Monk Shenshu so easily because he relied on the treasure of Buddhism to easily break the indestructible body of Vajra and seal Monk Shenshu.