From the Valkyrie to the Endless

[Bloodline: Red Blood Vine Clan]

【Cultivation: Stage 3 Mid-Term】

[Status: Peak (Semi-awakened)]

A third-level spirit monster!

Shen Qing's mind suddenly tightened. Plants with bloodline inheritance could no longer be called elixirs, but demons.

Although spirit demons and spirit beasts are both demonic creatures, their magical powers are more bizarre and extremely difficult to deal with, making it difficult to guard against them. In the memory of the True God of the Shadow Clan, spirit demons were extremely rare even in ancient times.

Without thinking too much, Shen Qing rolled over and left the pit, rushing towards the cave entrance.

The vines entangled everywhere and did not chase after the enemy. Instead, they sealed off the big pit where the spiritual spring was.

After two steps, Shen Qing was out of the cave. She ran more than ten feet and stopped only when she saw that the Red Blood Vine had not caught up with her.

After calming down the energy in her body, she didn't think much about it, but sat down on the ground and continued to practice without stopping.

The sundial rotated clockwise again, and the surging true energy in the body gradually began to compress under the rhythm of the Tao Seed, transforming into true essence step by step.

At this rate, she would be able to enter the Nascent Soul Realm before the sundial's energy was exhausted.

Wen Tianfeng and Sikong Yuan had never mentioned this vine before. I'm afraid they both regarded this red blood vine as an ordinary spiritual medicine.

It seems that the awakening of this red blood vine happened only in recent years, and it might be one of the reasons why the spiritual spring dried up.

Shen Qing did not intend to give up this spiritual spring, this red blood vine was also her prey.

Although spiritual monsters are difficult to deal with, their effectiveness is much stronger than ordinary spiritual medicines.

It is absolutely impossible for a third-level spiritual monster to exist in the outside world. In addition, this red blood vine absorbed the essence of the spiritual spring and turned into a monster, so the essence in its body must be extremely abundant.

After eating this red blood vine, her cultivation will be greatly improved again.

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Yuanzhou, the imperial capital.

Yang Zongxi's army was so powerful that it terrified the world. After entering Yuanzhou for only half a month, they advanced rapidly all the way and reached the city of Shengyang.

In an area that had been peaceful for thousands of years, flames of war ignited. Shouts of killing shook the sky, the flashes of swords and sabers could be seen everywhere, the sound of metal clashing resounded through the sky, and the clanging of armor was sonorous and piercing.

Bowstrings whistled as arrows rained down upon the sky, blocking out the sun. Blood flowed on the ground, and broken limbs flew everywhere.

Royal City Center.

A dazzling sword light suddenly lit up between heaven and earth, spanning thousands of feet, and swept across the battlefield. Wherever it passed, mountains collapsed and peaks were broken, tearing apart all obstacles.

The blood dyed the sky red, heaven and earth were silent, and the deafening shouts of killing seemed to be cut off by the sharp sword.

I don't know how much time had passed, but the sword light faded away, and all I could see before me was a sea of ​​blood and corpses. Within a ten-mile radius, no one was left alive.

Yang Zongxian stood in the air, his long hair fluttering in the wind, like an immortal god. In front of him hung an ancient brass sword, with a carved dragon head in its mouth and scaly claws spread out.

Under the ancient sword, blood flowed like a river, and more than a hundred thousand soldiers died at the hands of this sword. The so-called master, who could defeat ten thousand enemies, was now just a pile of rotten meat.

The entire battlefield was in deathly silence, and the terrifying pressure lingered between heaven and earth for a long time.

This is the power of Daxia's national treasure, which cannot be matched by any human power.

The army surrounding the imperial city was defeated in an instant and fled in all directions. The morale that had been at its peak instantly plummeted to the bottom.

In the army, Yang Zongxi, wearing a black and gold python robe, stepped on blood, mud and bones, with a calm expression, going against the flow of people, and walked slowly towards Yang Zongxian.

Yang Zongxian's eyes suddenly turned cold, without any nonsense or hesitation, he took a step in front of Yang Zongxi. The next moment, he raised his wrist and the Yangji Sword stabbed straight into Yang Zongxi's chest.

The long sword pierced his heart, and Yang Zongxi stopped, without moving at all.

"It is not an insult to you to send you off with the legacy of our ancestors."

Yang Zongxian's voice was slightly hoarse, and just as he was about to draw back his sword, he suddenly noticed a smile on Yang Zongxi's face.

"I don't think Father has ever told you that if the Yangji Sword drinks the blood of the Yang family, it will be sealed and self-destructed... What Taizu fears most is fratricide!"

"You are sinister, and Father knows it very well. Perhaps he has already calculated this day..."

Yang Zongxi grinned, clenching the anode sword that was piercing his heart. The blood between his teeth was dyed red, and the smile on his face became more and more ferocious:

"The Yangji Sword is indeed a treasure of the world. I can't kill you, but from now on, there will be someone in the world who can do it. The sins of the Yang family will end with you and me, which is not a bad thing!"

He came here just to seek death.

"Ah……"

Hearing this, Yang Zongxian's eyes changed slightly. Looking at the bronze sword whose spiritual light was gradually fading, he sneered and his expression became even colder:

"Even without the Yangji Sword, I am still the emperor of Great Xia! How can the fate of a country be determined by a mere dead object?"

After saying that, Yang Zongxian drew out the Yangji Sword, his eyes were cold and fierce, his true energy surged, and he raised his hand and threw it down.

boom--

The earth sank, and the Yangzi Sword sank thousands of feet into the ground, leaving no trace.

Yang Zongxi staggered, and the blood from his heart spurted out three feet as the sword was pulled out.

His heart meridians were severed, and he didn't have much time left, so his body soon froze in place, without any breath left.

Seeing this scene, the look in Yang Zongxian's eyes became even colder. He looked up at the army in the distance and roared angrily, which spread across the battlefield for thousands of miles:

"If the thief surrenders, he will not be killed!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 67: Eliminating Demons

The hundreds of thousands of troops besieging the imperial city were already frightened by the power of the Yangji Sword, and with Yang Zongxi being killed in public, their morale was on the verge of collapse.

With this thunderous roar, the hundreds of thousands of troops that had already begun to retreat completely lost their ability to fight.

Most of the ordinary soldiers dropped their swords and knelt on the ground with terrified expressions. The generals above the innate realm, and even the remaining grandmaster-level masters, saw that the situation was not good and left the army one after another, threw off their blood-stained armor, and scattered in all directions.

For the crime of treason, these ordinary soldiers might not be in danger of their lives, but they, the generals, as Yang Zongxi's confidants, would definitely not escape death.

Yang Zongxian was not a benevolent monarch, and everyone who was in the court knew this very well.

boom--

The gates of the imperial capital were wide open, and rows of elite cavalrymen filed out of the imperial city, no less than 50,000 in number, and began to clean up the battlefield, collecting corpses that could not be distinguished from each other.

As the weather gets warmer, the broken limbs and arms left on the battlefield must be cleaned up as soon as possible, otherwise it will easily cause an epidemic.

A woman walked across the battlefield, stepping on the blood and mud, and walked slowly towards Yang Zongxian. She was wearing a golden feather dress that belonged only to the Princess of Daxia. Her hair was tied up high and adorned with gold and jade. Her delicate face had a calm expression, showing no sadness or joy.

"I hope Your Majesty will allow me to collect the prince's body."

Song Ruizhen walked slowly to Yang Zongxian and bowed. The silk shoes on her feet were soaked with blood and stained with blood.

Several black-clad figures rushed out from the corner of the battlefield, crossed the battlefield in a few breaths, and came in front of Yang Zongxian, kneeling on one knee with the same copper mask on their faces.

"Your Majesty, I haven't seen any of those great masters..."

A man in the middle raised his head and said in a deep voice: "I have sent someone to Qianzhou to investigate the situation."

The Divine Capture Division had already set up ambushes all around, targeting the great masters who might disrupt the battlefield, but now they have gained nothing.

It was too abnormal that not a single grandmaster showed up in such an important battle as attacking the imperial capital.

Yang Zongxian's eyes narrowed slightly. The purpose of Yang Zongxi's attack on the imperial city this time was now obvious. It was to force him to use the Yangji Sword. He was willing to use his soul to pollute the spiritual treasure in order to destroy the trump card in his hand.

These soldiers attacking the city were all Yang Zongxi's abandoned pawns. If nothing unexpected happened, he would have made all the arrangements in advance.

Those old ghosts who are still surviving in the world may have already received the news and are waiting for the opportunity to take the head of the Emperor of Daxia.

Looking at Yang Zongxi's corpse in front of him, Yang Zongxian closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice:

"Prove my decree... Your Majesty was deceived by treacherous people and thus offended the Holy Lord. Considering his pure nature, generosity and love for the people, I will pardon his crime and bury him with the proper standards for a prince. His spirit will be placed in the ancestral temple and his wife will be buried with him, so that they can live forever."

"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty."

Song Ruizhen lowered his eyes and bowed.

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Longyuan calendar, the twenty-eighth year, summer.

A massive rebellion that ended hastily and suddenly.

Yang Zongxian single-handedly overturned the war situation, turned the tide, and defeated the rebels in one fell swoop. Within the following half a month, Qianzhou and Xuanzhou were once again under the control of the imperial court.

The efficiency of the imperial court was astonishingly high. The government offices in various cities were quickly re-staffed, and capable officials emerged in an endless stream. The entire Daxia soon resumed operation, just as before.

Upon hearing the news of Yang Zongxi's grand funeral, everyone in the world praised the current emperor for his benevolence and generosity, and the words about the demon that had been mentioned before gradually disappeared.

For the common people, they only care about the present. As long as they can fill their stomachs, it doesn't matter who is the emperor. Now that the war has subsided, it is naturally a good thing.

royal palace.

Yang Zongxian sat alone in the empty Golden Palace, lightly covering his chest, with a frosty look between his brows.

The Taoist in green robes slowly stepped into the hall and bowed: "I hope Your Majesty takes care of himself. I mourn for you."

"National Division."

Yang Zongxian wiped his face and slowly opened his eyes: "Is there any unusual movement in the sky?"

"Your Majesty, the celestial phenomena have not changed. The evil star in the north is still there, and it is brighter than before."

The Taoist in green robes had a solemn expression on his face: "Daxia's national destiny has been completely cut off."

"broken……"

Yang Zongxian murmured, rubbed his eyebrows, and felt a splitting headache.

After a while, he finally calmed down and asked, "Has the rumor spread?"

"In the southern border, in the northern regions, in the four seas and eight continents, everyone should have heard the news of the Yangji Sword being defiled, either openly or secretly."

The Taoist in green nodded, his expression solemn: "This time, there will definitely be an old ghost in the Gangsha realm coming out to test us, and the remnants of the Tiangan evil spirits may also take this opportunity to stir up trouble, Your Majesty needs to be more careful."