Ark, they don't revolve around you

The body of the man named Zhongyue turned into dust and disappeared in the cool breeze outside the painting.

The sunlight was so warm, and outside the hole, the monster seemed to see green grass and blooming summer flowers.

The monster exhaled, took a step, and fell to the ground.

He staggered to his feet, then fell down again, repeating this a dozen times, and then he lay motionless.

Even a monster will eventually run out of energy.

He stroked his chest, his heart was beating again, that was the feeling of being alive. The monster rarely showed passion, he thought of himself as a sinner, killed his brother, was stained with blood, and all this made him so close to victory.

Then don't rest.

If you persist, you will soon be able to defeat the years and take back everything that belongs to you.

You can even occupy the dragon throne of Dayan and create an enlightened and prosperous world. In that world, you can suppress everything with force and kill any evil people who disobey your orders.

You can spend your whole life studying and collecting all the books in the world. In that world, Jie must be able to laugh, right? Instead of clinging to the prophecy and seeing the frown on the face of destiny.

Brother, have you ever wished for the end of the Great Yan War? I can do it.

And in that prosperous era, there will be no crowds in the mountains and seas, no wine and meat in the rich houses, no despair of freezing to death on the roads, no bones of refugees in the wilderness, and terrible natural disasters will never wreak havoc at the feet of Dayan.

Only I can do this.

This is what I have to do.

The monster whispered hoarsely and dragged its broken body out of the painting. The sun was warm and it was the end of summer.

He seemed to be stepping on one white bone after another, stretching his hands high up to embrace the incomparable sun.

"I will... establish a mind for heaven and earth, and a destiny for the people. I will inherit the unique knowledge of the ancient sages and bring peace to the world for all eternity."

He uttered the oath, the ideal that he had kept in his heart since its birth, gradually became disappointed after being polished again and again, but it sprouted and burst out after regaining strength.

The people of Dayan said that there are three eras in this world: the chaotic era, the prosperous era, and the peaceful era. In the chaotic era, people are like grass, in the prosperous era, there are few wars, and in the peaceful era, the world is united. That is the dream of countless people from ancient times to the present, and now it is in his palm -

"Do not."

There was a voice, "You'll never be able to do it, second brother."

It was like being in front of a friend you hadn’t seen for a long time and would never see again, and that person intimately and sadly whispered, “Because you’re going to die here.”

The second brother looked back.

At this moment, the sword light cut off his clenched fists. The swordsman did not give up, and at the moment of cutting his fists, he swung the sword horizontally, like a hot knife cutting wax, easily splitting the monster's iron-like scales and cutting its waist in two!

Blood rained down, intestines and internal organs rolled all over the ground, the monster fell to the ground, and the face of the murderer gradually became clear.

He murmured the killer's name, unwillingly, but as if it was expected:

"Zhuang... Ning!"

"I've been guarding you here for a long time." Zhuang Ning walked in.

He looked down at his second brother's battered body, shook his head, and raised his sword: "You fought for a full fifteen days. It really exceeded my expectations."

"You have been standing outside watching this whole time?"

"Xi left a hole for me so I could get a glimpse of the world in her paintings. What a silly girl, isn't she? She wanted me to appreciate her masterpiece until she died."

Zhuang Ning sighed and swung the sword suddenly, tearing open his second brother's heart.

There was a hint of mockery on the monster's lips. He had already absorbed the heavy mountain and was only one step away from ascending. Even though he was covered in wounds, no mortal could—

His eyes suddenly widened, and a sense of fear spread, as if an invisible and cold hand was tightly grasping his soul.

Can't regenerate.

His regeneration... failed? ! !

"Do you feel strange?" The doctor took off his mask and pulled the sword out of the monster's body. In the sunlight, the inscription on the sword seemed to be flickering.

"Soul and spirit return to their hometown."

"This is the sword that summons souls, and it is also the sword that cuts off souls." Zhuang Ning lowered his eyes gently, "It is a masterpiece of 20 years. She spent half a year to forge it."

The sword trembled slightly, as if an ancient spirit was echoing what the man said.

With the second brother's eyesight, he could naturally see that this sword was extraordinary. This was a sword specially created to kill gods! This sword could really kill me!

He roared, putting away his contempt. Summoning spirits might be powerful, but a sword was only a sword after all, and the person holding the sword was like a natural moat.

How can a mortal kill a god?! The monster still had a little strength left, which was enough to crush the man's throat and make him die in agony!

then.

Then the monster became unable to move.

Threads of darkness flowed out, like a spider's web entangled in insects.

The shadow rose from the ground and embraced Zhuang Ning's body. He smiled slightly, as if he had transformed into a demon lord.

He spoke majestically, his voice like thunder: "Do you think I'm weak?"

"Since I'm here to kill you, you can't escape no matter what."

"Your fate is to be killed by me. Is this the prophecy you heard from your sister?"

Chapter 8 You are an immortal, you don't need me (k)

"You are destined to be killed by me."

The voice echoed repeatedly, and at the same time, the shadow spread like a torrent. The unidentified evil demon sneered coldly, looking down at the bound enemy. "Is this the prophecy you got from your sister?"

It was rare that the second brother felt a chill and bitterness in his heart. What a pair of black eyes. The person with such a look must be so bloody and terrifying...

Severe pain erupted from within the body.

The soul-summoning sword cut the monster's body repeatedly like a slow slicing. Zhuang Ning was killing in the darkness where there were only the two of them.

The monster roared unwillingly, he would be successful and would soon defeat the old man, but in the end he was interrupted by such a bastard!

But the sword pierced his heart.

Break open his shell and let the life slip away.

The darkness gradually faded, and in the blink of an eye the doctor returned to normal, with a faint smile on his face, as if the cruel execution was not committed by him.

The second brother fell down, and he knew he could never stand up again.

He coughed and opened his eyes reluctantly: "You win."

At this time, Zhuang Ning was wiping the soul-summoning sword with a cloth. It was really a good sword that could kill people without shedding blood.

He smiled when he heard it: "Yeah."

“I’ve been planning this for decades.”

"I know, but would an ambitious person care more when he takes away other people's dreams?" Zhuang Ning looked down with pity.

The second brother smiled. He was really an indestructible cockroach. Even though he was so seriously injured, he was still barely alive. “But you didn’t win either.”

Zhuang Ning's eyes turned colder. "Are you talking about Ling? You deliberately didn't kill her and left her to me. You clearly knew that I knew her."

"……Ah."

Seeing his reaction and confirming the coldness in his words, the second brother smiled grimly: "Whether it was intentional or not, it is no longer important. The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind."

"I lost, and I have nothing to say, but Doctor, I don't know why you want to evoke the year." His eyes drooped a little bit, but the topic changed, "But I think you can win."

Zhuang Ning was a little surprised: "Have you forgotten that I was plotting against you? You are actually speaking for me."

"I have schemed against others too many times. Now it's my turn. It's retribution." The last flame of light in the monster's eyes burned, and he let out a fierce roar, "But you beat me, so you beat Sui too, right? You and I are the same. We are both people who will step on the corpses of others, step by step to the sky and rule the world!"

With a snap of laughter, the hand turned into powder.

The fragment that had been painstakingly hidden for a long time disappeared, and the heaven and earth trembled. Dark clouds gathered, outlining a huge shadow, distorted like the shape of a dragon.

Zhuang Ning ignored it and sat down calmly. He knew that the afterimage was Sui, and Sui was watching him, but he didn't want to care.

He just smiled.

"Bet on me to win? I won't lose at all."

Zhuang Ning stood up, as if he was not affected at all. There were still many things to do and he would be busy for a while.

As he hummed a song, he couldn't help thinking that every time he went through these years, there was always a lot of noise but little action. He never expected that his second brother's last words were not a curse, but that weird sentence "I bet you win".

But if you think about it, it makes sense. He is more obsessed with Sui and would rather let Zhuang Ning win than let Sui be reborn, because that would be a complete denial of himself.

Zhuang Ning sighed, "I'll be so annoying until I die."

An old man was standing by the lake, wearing a scarlet robe and red clothes, his black hair had turned white, and his face was full of wrinkles, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time.

He said softly, "Doctor, long time no see."

"Yes." Zhuang Ning wrote, "Taifu is still as strong as ever."

Who else could this old man be except the Grand Tutor? He came to visit in a small boat, which was extremely low-key considering his status.

"If the Grand Master wants to look for me, just let Gou Wu City know."

"That's not necessary. We'll just have a few words and then we'll have to return to the capital." The Grand Tutor smiled. "The information you provided is crucial. The court has already followed the clues and eliminated a large number of spies. The name Shanhaizhong will no longer be as rampant as before."

"You shouldn't thank me, you should thank our second brother. In order to get to the top, he eliminated all the threats from Shanhaizhong."

Zhuang Ning shrugged. As soon as his second brother came to power, he gave the Shanhai people a small shock and used the purge to consolidate his own position.

All I can say is that he is worthy of being called such a man. He is well aware of the ugliness of eradicating the roots of politics and will never hold back when it is time to slaughter. Objectively, he has helped to relieve the pressure on the court.

"That's true." The Grand Master smiled, but after a moment his expression returned to solemnity, "It's a pity that the Grand Master is no longer here."

"He died of exhaustion, but that was his wish."

The Grand Tutor was silent for a long time: "It's lamentable and respectable."

He closed his eyes slightly. "No matter what, after the rebellion of the Shanhai people is resolved, Da Yan should be able to have peace for a few years. Simuitai will strengthen the seal on the Sui beast, but Rhodes Island does not need to worry about these things."

"As for Rhodes Island's achievements, I will also report them to the True Dragon."

Zhuang Ning interrupted him: "I heard that the current emperor is a suspicious ruler, Master, there is no need to mention Rhodes Island too much."

Xiongcai is just a nice way of saying suspicious. Zhuang Ning has evidence to support his words. How many emperors are not suspicious? He is not willing to let Rhodes Island enter the capital now.

"Grandmaster, although the major forces of the Shanhai Clan have been wiped out, there are still some remnants. My pass should still be useful. Let's make full use of it and uproot the remnants."