Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

Chaos reigned within the imperial palace.

The eunuchs and palace maids, carrying bundles, were running around aimlessly like headless flies.

The hole in the sky is still leaking down that pitch-black, ethereal monster. If it falls into the golden tiles and red walls, it's like a pool of ink that can't be washed away, swallowing whoever it touches.

In front of the Golden Palace.

Li Yu took off the heavy crown from his head and casually tossed it to the old eunuch beside him.

"Your Majesty! You can't go! There's a formation in the Taiji Hall, let's hide..." The old eunuch clung tightly to Li Yu's leg, crying with snot and tears streaming down his face.

"hide?"

Li Yu smiled.

He reached out and snatched a long sword from the Imperial Guard.

The knife is heavy, pressing down on your hand.

He wasn't a cultivator with profound cultivation, but at this moment, he felt his blood burning hot.

"That idiot Gu Xiang is out there risking his life, he's a scholar. I am the Emperor of Great Zhou, why should the Prime Minister be at the forefront while I cower in my shell?"

Li Yu kicked the old eunuch aside, picked up his knife, and strode towards the palace gate.

"Issue my decree."

"Imperial Guards, send them all there! Every single one of them, kill them all, or they'll all come back alive!"

The palace gates were wide open.

The young emperor, who usually followed Gu Xiang around shouting "Prime Minister, save me!", was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and was the first to rush into the dark mass of monsters.

There are no fancy moves.

It means to chop.

With a single strike, the blade landed on the elusive, slippery body of the monster, sending sparks flying.

The monster had thick skin and flesh, and it swung its claws at you.

boom!

Li Yu was sent flying and crashed into a white marble railing, breaking two of his ribs.

"His Majesty!"

The imperial guards around him rushed over to protect him like madmen.

Li Yu spat out a mouthful of blood and stood up, supporting himself with his knife.

He didn't back down; instead, he laughed even more wildly.

"happy!"

A golden light suddenly shone from his body.

That is the fate of the nation.

Although Gu Xiang borrowed most of the nation's fortune to open the Nine Cauldrons Formation, he was still the emperor, the nominal master of this land.

Even if only a trace remains, it will make him immune to all evil.

Golden light wrapped around the long sword.

Li Yu charged forward again, slashing down with his sword. The golden light sliced ​​through the monster in two as easily as cutting tofu.

"kill!"

If even the emperor is risking his life, why would the soldiers below be afraid of dying?

In an instant, the sounds of battle echoed through the palace gates.

……

The chaos wasn't limited to the imperial palace.

On Zhuque Street, in front of the pork shop.

The broad-backed cleaver in Butcher Zhang's hand, which he had used to chop pig bones for twenty years, was now striking the forehead of a monster.

The monster had no brains; it wouldn't die even after being chopped up. Black mud crawled up the blade, trying to wrap around Butcher Zhang's hand.

"screw you!"

Butcher Zhang had a fiery temper, so he grabbed the hot oil from the cutting board and poured it over Zhang's head.

With a hiss, white smoke billowed from the monster's body, and it rolled on the ground in pain.

"Wife, take the baby and hide in the cellar! I'm going to have some meat today!"

The calligraphy and painting shop next door.

The poor, pedantic scholar who usually wouldn't even dare to watch a chicken being slaughtered was now standing at the door.

He had no knife in his hand, only a pen.

He was looking in the direction of Guxiang.

That was their prime minister, the backbone of scholars.

The scholar bit his tongue, spitting blood onto his writing brush. He then wrote characters in mid-air.

His handwriting was crooked and messy, but no one laughed at him at this moment.

"kill!"

A blood-red "Kill" character floated out; it didn't have much power, but it still knocked a small monster over.

The scholar was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed.

"It really works... Prime Minister Gu wasn't lying to us! Studying really can kill!"

He seemed to have gone mad, grabbing his pen and rushing into the streets, shouting the words of the sage as he ran.

The city was filled with the smoke of fireworks, but it turned into a city engulfed in flames of war.

……

Deep within the palace.

Li Qingge stood beside the ruins of the Star-Picking Tower.

She looked at her elder brother, who was charging through a horde of monsters in the distance, her gaze complex.

Two souls reside within her.

One is the original innocent and carefree Fifth Princess, and the other is Bi Yao, who has lived for three hundred years.

"Fool."

Li Qingge cursed under her breath.

A gigantic, undead creature had somehow bypassed the Imperial Guards' defenses and was silently lunging at Li Yu from the side.

The monster had three mouths, dripping with black saliva. If it took one bite, Li Yu would surely die.

"Brother, be careful!"

Li Qingge flashed away.

She didn't use any special techniques; she was just fast by instinct.

puff.

The monster's claws pierced through her shoulder.

Fresh blood gushed out.

Li Yu whirled around, her eyes wide with fury: "Qingge!"

Li Qingge felt no pain. She looked down at the black claw that had pierced through her body, and a cold smile curled at the corner of her mouth.

"Dare to touch my people?"

boom!

A terrifying aura erupted from her frail body.

It is neither righteous spirit nor demonic energy.

It is the imperial dragon aura.

The purest and most domineering dragon energy.

The incomplete golden dragon that had been coiled on the Nine Cauldrons Formation seemed to sense something, and raised its head to let out a long roar.

A golden dragon shadow appeared out of thin air behind Li Qingge.

The dragon's shadow was not large, but it was terrifyingly solid. Its eyes were open, revealing a majesty that disregarded all living beings.

That is the power of Biyao.

She is the daughter of a monk, a monster raised with a seven-aperture exquisite heart and royal blood.

"roll!"

Li Qingge grabbed the black claw that had pierced through her shoulder with one hand.

Squeeze it hard.

Click.

She actually crushed that claw, which was as hard as iron.

The monster let out a shrill scream and tried to retreat.

late.

Li Qingge clenched her other fist and threw a seemingly ordinary punch.

The dragon shadow behind her moved in response, and a golden dragon claw overlapped her fist.

boom!

The enormous, monstrous creature was instantly blasted into a cloud of black mist, leaving not even a trace.

Li Qingge pulled the broken bone from her shoulder and casually tossed it on the ground. Golden light shimmered at the wound, and the bleeding stopped in the blink of an eye.

She walked step by step toward the battlefield, and with each step she took, the dragon shadow behind her solidified a little more.

Wherever they went, the monsters seemed to have encountered their natural enemy, retreating in terror.

……

On the ruins of Zuixianju.

This is the eye of the storm.

Gu Xiang remained in the same posture.

He held Su Qing tightly around the waist with his left arm, protecting her in his embrace.

He put two fingers of his right hand together and pointed to the sky.

His face was as white as paper, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

"You idiot, your hands are shaking." Su Qing leaned against his chest and could hear his heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to explode.

"The hands you hold when you hug your wife must not tremble."

Gu Xiang grinned, blood trickling down the corner of his mouth.

He watched the horde of monsters surging towards him.

Big things are still falling down from that crack in the sky.

Several gigantic monsters, each the size of a small mountain, were charging towards this place, crushing houses along the way with heavy steps.

Their goal is clear.

A mind with seven orifices, exquisite and ingenious.

That is the most nourishing medicine in the world.

"A bunch of brainless filthy bastards."

Gu Xiang took a deep breath.

A righteous spirit surged around him, a wisdom cultivated through a lifetime of reading.

In the past, when he tried to reason with people, they wouldn't listen.

Now, he doesn't want to talk about it anymore.

He just wanted these things to die.

"Certainly."

Gu Xiang parted her lips slightly.

The voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like an imperial decree.

The few mountain-sized monsters at the forefront suddenly froze.

The space around them seemed to freeze. Even the flying debris seemed to hang suspended in mid-air.

This is the Great Sage's method. His words become law.

Although Gu Xiang hasn't reached that level yet, he has borrowed the nation's fortune, borrowed the Nine Tripods, and overdrawn his exquisite mind.

"broken."

Gu Xiang uttered another word.

Click!

Countless cracks suddenly appeared on the bodies of the frozen monsters. Golden light shot out from these cracks.

boom!

The monster exploded.

Instead of flying blood and flesh, it was directly shattered into dust.

Su Qing, nestled in his arms, could see clearly.

She could sense that with each word he spoke, Gu Xiang's vitality waned.

This fool is risking his life for the power of words.

"Don't push yourself." Su Qing felt sorry for him and wanted to break free to help.

"Don't move."

Gu Xiang hugged her even tighter.

Today is your wedding day.

"There's no reason for the bride to do it herself."

Gu Xiang lowered her head, looking at the stunningly beautiful face in her arms. Even in this chaotic situation, she was still so beautiful.

"My wife."

"Um?"

"After this battle is over, I'll draw your eyebrows."

"it is good."

Gu Xiang smiled.

He raised his head again and looked at the endless monsters.

The gentleness in that smile vanished instantly, replaced by endless killing intent.

"The wind is coming."

call--!

A fierce wind arose from the ground within the capital city.

That wind was no ordinary wind; it was a mighty gale. It carried within it the resounding voices of countless scholars reciting their lessons, and the most profound truths of the world.

Wherever the wind passed, those small, ethereal monsters were blown away and their forms were scattered.

"Fire breaks out."

Su Qing and Su Qing worked together seamlessly.

The nine tails behind her swayed, and countless foxfires burned across the sky with the wind.

The wind fanned the flames.

The entire sky above the capital city turned into a sea of ​​pink and gold fire.

The monsters that fell from the crack were burned to ashes before they even hit the ground.

Gu Xiang stood in the middle of the sea of ​​fire.

Dressed in a bright red auspicious robe that fluttered in the wind, he resembled a unique deity in the world.

He pointed to the crack from which monsters were still emerging.

Pointing to the "Phoenix" hidden behind the crack, coldly observing everything.

"Give it to me..."

"roll!"

This single word exhausted his last breath of righteous spirit.

The word transformed into a giant golden sword, carrying an aura of world destruction, and pierced fiercely into the crack.

Boom!

The crack trembled violently.

Faintly, a muffled groan of anger could be heard.

The spatial rift that had been torn open actually began to slowly heal under the power of that single word.

Gu Xiang swayed slightly.

He finally couldn't hold on any longer, his knees buckled, and he was about to kneel down.

Su Qing grabbed him and prevented him from falling to the ground.

"fool."

Su Qing's eyes reddened.

She looked at the city engulfed in flames, and at the man in her arms who was nearing the end of his life.

Although the cracks in the sky are healing, countless monsters still lurk in the city.

This battle is not over yet.

【Breaking the Formation: The Bloodbath of the Divine Capital】

The flames of war rage on endlessly, and the golden dragon weeps blood in the cold autumn.

A horde of ten thousand demons swallowed the sun and moon, while a figure in red stood atop the city wall.

Even scholars can be granted titles.

With a stroke of the pen, thunder and lightning suddenly arise; with a soft jade in one's arms, tenderness reigns.

I dare to ask Heaven to open its eyes and see how many times the world has been spared from sorrow.

I vow never to give up this heart.