He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 64 What to Think and What Not to Think

"Emperor Shun, you have already broken through the ninth level of martial arts, and even surpassed Yuanwu and reached the realm of Shenwu!"

Words mixed with horror and resentment echoed in the void, causing ripples that spread in all directions at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The next second, Jiang Lin saw bright beams of light rising from all directions, intertwining and connecting with each other, converging into a golden net that was not complicated, but carried an infinite sense of oppression.

The spreading ripples collided with the golden net and shattered like tofu hitting a stone.

"The secret of heaven is the chain, the mortal world is the curtain, covering the top of the sky, and bringing down the aura of the ages."

"This Heavenly Prison Formation is the tomb I built for you!"

The majestic and overbearing voice was the decree from the emperor, which caused thunder in the sky and the earth to tremble.

Everything in the mortal world is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in front of this force.

"You are unworthy of being an emperor, yet you resort to such despicable means! I'm sure Jue Yuandao was also killed by you in the past!"

"I, Xuanhua Dao, will never sit still and wait for death. We will offer sacrifices to our ancestors!"

The fleeting beauty is as brilliant as fireworks soaring into the sky, and even a giant golden palm cannot stop it.

A vague shadow suddenly appeared in the void, and dozens of rainbow lights shot up into the sky, as if they were about to merge into the shadow.

The golden giant palm slapped back, and immediately seven or eight figures exploded into blood mist in mid-air.

"Xuanhua Daozu? I want to see him for myself!"

A sea of ​​blood appeared out of nowhere, and an old man wearing black armor and with gray hair, holding a nearly two-meter-long sword, stepped on the sea of ​​blood and rushed towards the phantom.

"Let's see if it's the evil spirit from my hundred years of fighting or your Xuanhua Dao that's causing the heavy force..."

Before he finished speaking, the figure that was supposed to merge into the shadow suddenly dispersed in all directions, and even the shadow disappeared in an instant.

"Fake? Want to escape?"

The old man swung the big knife in his hand suddenly, and the knife light came in an instant, splitting several rainbow lights in half.

However, due to this delay, the rest of the rainbow light suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"Xuanhua Dao? They're just a bunch of cowards running away in fear." The old man snorted coldly, put away his sword, and the nearly a thousand-meter-long sea of ​​blood behind him also flowed into his body.

He stood in the void, looked at the golden giant palm and slapped it down again.

"Emperor Shun, I know what you are going to do. You actually want to gather everyone..."

The voice was covered and muffled by the giant palm, and then disappeared into thin air.

Dozens of figures came from all directions and stood below the old man.

The overbearing voice sounded again: "Pass on my order, Xuanhua Dao intends to kill the king, and the crime should be punished! From now on, the name of Xuanhua Dao is no longer allowed in Daqian, and believers will be beheaded!"

"I will obey His Majesty's will!"

The old man bowed in response, then looked at the people below and said in a deep voice: "Order the whole city to search for the remnants of Xuanhua Dao. I only want the dead, not the living! Those who hide will be killed! Those who conceal will be killed! Those who obstruct will be killed! Those who intercede will be killed!"

"Yes!"

The dozens of figures bowed and then dispersed.

Although Jiang Lin didn't know what happened in the city center at this time, he felt his scalp tingling just from hearing a few words from these big shots.

Those who dared to assassinate His Majesty the Emperor must be the backbone of Xuanhua Dao. I didn't expect that they would be defeated so easily.

Although to a certain extent it was because of an ambush, it also indirectly shows that the true strength of the imperial court was something that Xuanhua Dao did not understand.

However, the imperial court knew Xuanhua Dao very well!

Jiang Lin looked at the pillars of light that had not yet dissipated around him. They covered the entire Kyoto, as well as a large area of ​​cages in the suburbs.

Heavenly Prison Formation...

This formation is likely to have an unparalleled special suppressive power on Taoists.

I am just a blacksmith, but I can feel the powerful oppressive force contained therein. The people of Xuanhua Dao are probably even more oppressed and cannot even raise their heads.

Strong winds can easily destroy a century-old tree, but cannot uproot an inconspicuous weed. This is the reason. But has Jueyuan Dao also encountered the same thing as Xuanhua Dao?

The voice said he knew what His Majesty was going to do, gather together?

What to gather?
"Don't think about things you shouldn't think about." The voice of Old Man Wei came into his ears.

Jiang Lin turned his head and saw a warning in those cloudy eyes.

His heart skipped a beat, and then he realized how weak he was at the moment and how he was qualified to think about these top-level things.

Thinking too much will only make you die faster.

After taking a deep breath, Jiang Lin said, "Master Wei, please wait in the open space for a while. I will go to help."

Many blacksmiths and apprentices were trapped under the collapsed houses. Zhao Yankui was leading people to put out fires and was extremely short of manpower.

Old Man Wei nodded and walked a few steps to the side.

Jiang Lin then turned and ran away. When he got closer, all he saw was ruins.

The battle affected such a wide area that more houses collapsed than expected.

Jiang Lin was horrified by what he saw. The Blacksmith Camp was in the suburbs, yet it had suffered such damage.

What about Kyoto city?

When that giant golden palm slapped down, it covered almost half of Kyoto. Could the people in the area still survive?

Thinking about how the giant palm fell without any hesitation, Jiang Lin couldn't help but think of a sentence.

Poor beauties always have a bad life, and the most ruthless emperor's family.

In the eyes of His Majesty the Emperor, even the dignitaries living in the city are like ants and not worth mentioning.

"Jiang Lin, come here quickly! What are you standing there for!" Zhao Yangkui shouted.

Jiang Lin came to his senses, ran over quickly, and began to move the broken beams and dig up the ruins.

The entire Southern Blacksmith Camp was extremely busy for a while.

Despite their best efforts, most of what they dug out from under the rubble were corpses.

The blacksmiths are fine, most of them have furnace skills, and if they are crushed underneath, they will only be seriously injured at most, unless they are extremely unlucky and get hit on the head.

But many apprentices live under the eaves of a blacksmith's house. No matter how strong they are, they are still ordinary people.

The house collapsed and it couldn't hold up at all.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that Zhao Yankui usually calls these apprentices idiots and blockheads, as if he looks down on them.

Now that the bodies have been dug out, he is so angry that he is gritting his teeth and shouting, "Damn it! I've said that this house needs to be renovated, but those bastards just won't give them the money! They are so fat and gluttonous, but they treat our blacksmiths' lives like grass!"

Jiang Lin stood beside him, silent.

I wasn't very familiar with these apprentices, but I had been working with them for two months.

As the saying goes, when a rabbit dies, the fox mourns; when the lips are gone, the teeth become cold.

Who can really not take it seriously when seeing these young lives being lost?

Most of the old blacksmiths who usually scolded their apprentices were squatting in front of their apprentices and crying bitterly.

They are all strong men, but they cannot bear this unprovoked disaster.

No one will comfort them, and no one can comfort them.

Jiang Lin clenched his fists slightly. Those broken corpses seemed to be a reflection of the future.

This is the real Daqian.

A powerful dynasty that has been fighting for more than four hundred years and no longer regards the lives of the lower classes as its own!

　Please read, vote, and collect
　　
　
(End of this chapter)