Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

Yu Bufan recounted the story of Shoumu Village, naturally omitting the matter of modifying the famous sword Silver Moon.

Dao Wuji was stunned.

Su Huanzhen hadn't expected that Luo Hou wanted the Dragon Blade Battle Robe to burn it. Suddenly remembering the Shadow God Blade, he sensed something was wrong.

Sure enough, Dao Wuji said again, "I want to borrow the Shadow God Blade to kill the Twin Bodies of Buddha's Karma, only then will I have a chance of victory."

"I apologize, Chairman. The Shadow God Blade has also been taken by Luo Hou. I don't know if it is still in his possession. I will be going to Tiandu soon."

"..."

Dao Wuji remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "I will return to Tianxia to seal my sword. The comrades who died in battle still need to be compensated. Please take your leave."

"please."

After calming everyone down, Su Huanzhen arrived at Dingchan Heaven.

The bamboo grove rustles gently in the breeze, bringing a sense of tranquility to the heart.

The graceful and dignified Jing Liuli, whose gender was ambiguous, was meditating when she saw Su Huanzhen looking worried. She asked with concern, "Su Huanzhen, are you troubled by the matter of the Buddha's dual body?"

"Su felt that he was willing but unable to do so."

Only in front of the Bodhisattva would Su Huanzhen show his depressed mood.

"Don't worry, prosperity will inevitably decline, and evil will never prevail over good."

"Does the Bodhisattva know the whereabouts of Senior Yi Ye Shu?"

"Based on my deduction, Yi Ye Shu must have gone to that place."

"What is that place?"

"Transcending the four realms, returning to the endless cycle of reincarnation."

Su Huanzhen had an epiphany: "I understand now, using demons to forge Buddhas."

News of the righteous path's defeat reached the capital.

Huang Quan gloated: "You used up most of the power of the Buddha's Twin Bodies, and they still fought like this. Their performance was really too poor."

"After the Buddha's Dual Body, there is no more BOSS."

"What do you mean?"

"Powerful martial arts, unique skills, capable subordinates, a cohesive organization, and a dedicated spirit are enough to enable the Buddha-Dual Body to achieve the ideal of unifying the four realms."

Huang Quan was stunned: "Then why did you still trick them?"

"How can we die if we don't cheat people?"

Jun Manlu said worriedly, "Martial Lord, you've used up a lot of your energy, you should rest first."

Huang Quan suddenly thought of the Xuanpin Essence: "How about I take it out and replenish it for you?"

Luo Hou rolled his eyes at him: "That thing only works on evil spirits. I am a human."

"Can I give it to Haozai? So he can grow up faster."

"He is a god."

Huang Quan got angry: "Then what's the point of keeping it? Are you going to raise an evil spirit?"

"Why not."

After finishing his conversation, Luo Hou returned to his room and meditated to restore his vital energy.

Although he ultimately gave up, he still expended 40% of his power, a considerable loss.

Having destroyed the Shadow God Blade and the Blade Dragon Battle Robe, the power of Xie Tian Yu Wu still lingers in two places. Luo Hou's mind conjures up the image of that fruit hanging on the tree, swaying in the wind.

I really want to pick it, but we still need it to deal with the Demon World Pagoda. The big picture is more important.

Luo Hou sighed.

Even if I were reborn, there are still some things I can't do.

If Yue Fei were reborn, would he immediately kill Qin Hui?

will not.

Because killing Qin Hui also meant killing Zhang Hui, Li Hui, and the other corrupt officials, the one who deserved to die was that rotten to the core dynasty, but that rotten dynasty was also the homeland that General Yue Fei risked his life to protect.

Having been reborn, the worst that can happen is that I won't accept those twelve imperial edicts, but will instead strike at the heart of the Jin Dynasty and cripple it.

As for what the outcome would be after the reconquest of the land, General Yue would not care, much less know that a thousand years later, his name would be erased from books.

It's a pity that those eight thousand miles of clouds and moon were lost.

"I'll go chat with Drunken Yellow Dragon tomorrow."

Chapter 22 Searching for Brothers: The Drunken Yellow Dragon

Yu Bufan followed Dao Wuji back to Shenwu Peak.

After several battles, the troops suffered heavy losses, and the former glory of thousands of troops gathering was gone forever.

Upon seeing the two return, the sword masters at headquarters roused themselves and shouted, "May the martial spirit spread throughout the land, and may the swords of the world be sealed!"

"The land is ravaged by war, and the world is sealed off from the sword!"

For some reason, Yu Bufan found the shouts to be short and weak.

Dao Wuji waved his hand and walked into the council hall.

"Left Protector, go and tally up the number of fallen comrades, distribute the compensation to their families, and ensure that the wounded receive unified treatment."

"Yes."

Have you seen the Right Protector recently?

Yu Bufan bowed and replied, "It's been a long time."

Dao Wuji glanced at Yu Bufan's right hand. In the battle at the narrow pass, Yu Bufan used Silver Moon.

"Does the Chairman have any further instructions?"

"No, you can go now."

Just then, two figures appeared silently in the hall, one in black and one in white, floating around like the legendary Black and White Impermanence.

"A solitary figure in the night, a messenger of yin and yang."

"In the lonely night, the sun and moon move on in solitude."

"Dao Wuji".

"There is someone who wants to see you."

Dao Wuji remained calm: "Who is it?"

"A name you are very familiar with."

"Drunk and drunk at Huanglong."

"Ah, it's the senior. He is still alive after all."

Would you like to travel with us?

Dao Wuji stood up: "Please lead the way, you two."

Yu Bufan watched their figures and wondered to himself, "Why has the Drunken Yellow Dragon, a figure who disappeared for a long time, suddenly reappeared?"

He quietly followed them.

After walking for a long time, the three people in front of them entered a cave.

Yu Bufan waited quietly for a moment, and seeing that the cave was unusually quiet, he then quietly slipped into the cave.

The cave was of unknown size and depth, filled with seeping water droplets, thick fog, and a strange smell.

"With a broken body and a lone sword, I drink in the cold wind; today I'll drink wine and get drunk at Huanglong."

Suddenly, a powerful poem rang out.

Yu Bufan peered into the mountainside and saw a golden, gleaming dragon-scale blade fly over and pierce in front of Dao Wuji.

The poem's title originated from the sword.

Dao Wuji seemed to have been prepared, and said in a deep voice, "Such an aura can only be..."

"Drunk and drunk at Huanglong."

Dao Wuji clasped his hands in greeting: "Junior Dao Wuji greets Senior Drunken Yellow Dragon."

Jin Dao continued, "In terms of seniority, you should address me as senior, but you can also call me elder brother, can't you?"

"This junior dares not. Back then, senior and master killed Luo Hou and became famous throughout the world. Dao Wuji still remembers it to this day."

"You dare not admit it? Blazing Crimson Scale!"

"What are you talking about, Senior?"

"Hahahahaha."

Dao Wuji looked at the cave and said, "So, when you were injured, you were living in seclusion here."

"I never imagined that Dao Wuhou, with his mediocre talent, would produce such an outstanding successor as you."

"One should not dishonor one's predecessors or one's teacher."

"Hahaha, Dao Wuhou owes me, can you repay it?"

"This junior is willing to atone for my teacher's sins."

"Hahahaha, going to the Dragon Burial Wall is your way of atonement."

"Bury the dragon wall?"

"You will uncover the long-standing truth and gain the power you desire."

"I understand. I'll take my leave now."

Yu Bufan didn't understand who the Blazing Crimson Scale that Zuiyin Huanglong mentioned was. When he saw Dao Wuji walk out, he quickly avoided the exit and stayed close to the shadows.

At this moment, the greatsword muttered to itself: "Dao Wuji has no reaction to my sound waves. Let's see if the Burial Dragon Wall can identify his identity. Among the Six Divine Blades, Shao Duxing, according to my observation, is not the final Dao Long. That leaves only two candidates."