Dafeng Night Watchman

Chapter 466: Chapter 466: The Peerless National Hero



In the blue sky, the clouds suddenly collapsed and disappeared, leaving only a piece of blue sky.

The power that rushed down from the sky, the existence that had not yet appeared, seemed to be unable to tolerate even a little bit of sand in its eyes.

Between heaven and earth, a pair of eyes opened, full of wisdom that saw through everything, and unshakable indifference.

Between the mountains and the sea, a phantom hundreds of feet high emerged, wearing a Confucian robe, a Confucian cap, a blurred face, and a long beard fluttering.

I don't know if it's an illusion, the scorching sun in the sky seems to be a little dim.

This phantom has the blue sky above its head and the ocean under its feet.

As soon as this phantom appeared, within a hundred miles of Jingshan, the air was lingering, and the sound of reading aloud came from the void.

Compared with this, the air accumulated by the Confucian Academy for a thousand years is like the light of a firefly.

Confucian Sage!

The founder of the Confucian system, a great man who transcends the level.

It has been more than 1,200 years since the death of the Confucian Sage. For the first time, someone summoned the heroic spirit of the Confucian Sage..

At this moment, the sculpture of the witch god trembled violently, and the entire altar and the entire valley were shaking, like an earthquake.

At this moment, within a hundred miles of Jingshan City, all living beings prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling with fear.

Irbu and Wuda Pagoda trembled all over, their spines bent, and they stubbornly refused to prostrate themselves. This was the last dignity of a third-grade wizard.

The great wizard Saren Agu looked up at the huge phantom standing upright, and his lips trembled slightly.

He murmured: "Confucian Saint..."

Since the birth of human civilization, the changes in rituals and systems have been complicated and chaotic. But if we extend the long river of "history" and look at it from a macro perspective, the changes in human civilization can actually be simply divided into two stages:

Before Confucianism and after Confucianism.

Before the birth of Confucianism, the system was changeable and unstable, and was in a relatively chaotic stage.

After the birth of Confucianism, human civilization had a foundation and a fundamental principle that never changes.

In the tens of thousands of years since the end of the era of gods and demons, in terms of luck, whether it is the ancient emperor or the thousands of emperors in later generations, none of them can compare to the Confucian sage.

As the founder of human civilization, the Confucian sage seemed to be born at the right time.

Wei Yuan's eyes were replaced by a clear light, highlighting the indifference of a god. His body cracked into fine cracks, and the Confucian cap and carving knife emitted a clear light, repairing his body over and over again, and cracking it again and again, in a cycle over and over again.

At this moment, he was not only carrying a power beyond his rank, but also the first-class majestic luck since the birth of the human race.

After the death of the Confucian sage, no one has ever been able to summon his heroic spirit, which is not without reason.

Wei Yuan raised his head, stared at Emperor Zhend'Arc in the air, and said lightly: "Why not draw your sword!"

Emperor Zhend'Arc looked at him coldly.

A sword slashed down.

The sword light was brilliant, and time and space seemed to freeze at this moment. There had never been such a magnificent sword energy in the world, because in history, there had never been a swordsman who surpassed the grade.

"Ah..."

Screams rang out on the battlefield, and several masters who had the courage to see this scene had horrifying changes in their bodies.

Some of them suddenly shot out sword energy, and then they broke into pieces.

Some of their bodies were stained with iron gray and turned into a sculpture.

Some suddenly caught fire and quickly turned into ashes, leaving two black and oily footprints on the ground.

Some turned into yellow sand and disintegrated; some of their flesh and blood turned into wood, and wood texture appeared on their skin, and green leaves grew in their pores.

Zhang Kaitai and other masters suddenly closed their eyes and lowered their heads, not daring to look at the sword light.

Fear exploded in their hearts.

Involving the most peak-level battle in the world of Kyushu, it can really easily turn an area into wasteland.

The brilliant sword light was in front of him in an instant.

Wei Yuan raised his foot and stomped forward, with a loud sound like a bell: "Who dares to be presumptuous in front of the Confucian Saint!"

The shadow of a hundred feet stepped forward lightly with his foot.

With this step, a tsunami hundreds of feet high suddenly rose in the ocean, and Jingshan collapsed completely, landslides, tsunamis...

The power of the Confucian Saint's foot flattened the mountains and rivers and turned the earth into a swamp.

The five-color sword light collapsed and turned into pure five-element power, rendering the sky colorful and magnificent.

Saren Agu, Zhendde Emperor, Irbu, Wuda Pagoda, four super masters were hit in the chest by a clear air that almost swept across the world, like a leaf in the wind, and their bodies quickly

broke.

The four top masters stood in front of the masters to repair their injuries. Their breath had fallen to the bottom, and their ambitions were even more depressed.

The combined strength of the four swords had reached a strength beyond the grade, but unexpectedly, it was reduced to ashes under the foot of the Confucian Saint.

The disintegrating five-element sword energy directly changed the elemental laws of this world. Towering trees grew in the sea, gurgling streams flowed from the rocks, and flames burned on the sea surface...

It was not that the power of this sword was not enough.

It was that the Confucian Saint was too strong.

Emperor Zhende's breath was unstable, and the black light wrapped around his body turned into black flames and backfired on himself.

He practiced the way of the human sect, and would also be burned by the karmic fire. In the past few decades, relying on the identity and status of the monarch, he firmly suppressed the

karmic fire.

Just now, he was hit by the clear air, his breath was weak, and the karmic fire immediately

backfired.

He took a deep breath, inhaled and exhaled the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the body of the Yang God, which was known as the indestructible body of the Taoist sect, emitted golden light and extinguished the karmic fire.

Wei Yuan's face turned pale, and he ignored the four defeated generals. He turned around and walked towards the altar in the valley.

The power of the Confucian Sage was destroying his body all the time. Despite the carving knife, the Confucian cap, and Zhao Shou's blessing. But for Wei Yuan, it was still an

unbearable burden.

Summoning an existence beyond the grade requires a price.

There is no mysterious spell backlash, only the simple truth of "overloading".

As Wei Yuan turned around, the shadow of the Confucian Sage turned to the valley and moved

his body.

No one dared to block the way of the Confucian Sage, not even the first grade.

Saren Agu looked at the man in green clothes, and was not angry because the situation was hopeless. He was still calm and gentle, and said slowly:

"Wei Yuan, you are extremely talented. Even if the witch god unseals, you can still be safe.

Why bother?"

There was a huge secret when the Confucian Sage sealed the witch god. Looking at the Nine Provinces, there are only a handful of people who know the secrets.

How can one be safe from the destruction of the country and the extinction of the race? Wei Yuan turned a deaf ear and moved forward slowly and firmly towards the valley.

He still has an enemy.

Wei Yuan moved forward in the void, and when he approached the valley, he was blocked by a

barrier.

This barrier is invisible and tangible. It cannot be seen, but it can be touched. It blocked Wei

Yuan outside the valley.

In the valley, there is another world, which refused Wei Yuan to enter.

Only the super-quality can stop the super-quality.

The witch god can already affect reality and infiltrate power.

Only luck can stop destiny.

Wei Yuan held the carving knife and gently tapped on the invisible barrier. The air wave

"buzzed" and bounced the carving knife away.

Saren Agu looked at this scene from afar and said:

"The Witch God can penetrate the seal and affect reality. It is not a sculpture that can be

slaughtered at will. It's a pity that you reacted too quickly. If you can delay for two or three years, the Witch God will be able to mobilize more luck."

Wei Yuan turned his neck and looked at Saren Agu in the distance:

"Are you hinting that I will do my best to destroy the barrier and consume the few powers of

the Confucian Sage, leaving me no room to seal the Witch God."

Saren Agu said frankly: "Do you have any choice?"

Wei Yuan's mouth curled up: "Who said no."

In Jingshan City, the figure of the white-robed sorcerer appeared. He silently passed through

the closed city gate and arrived at the headquarters of the Witch God Cult.

"Come out......"

The white-robed sorcerer said stumblingly, raised his foot and stomped lightly, and the

formation quickly spread with him as the core, covering the surrounding streets and houses.

Transmission array pattern!

A group of cavalry suddenly appeared, holding steel knives and wearing armor. The leader was a young man who was more beautiful than a woman.

The people in the city looked at this group of strangers in amazement. Through the details

such as armor and appearance, they identified that they were cavalrymen from Dafeng, and their faces suddenly changed.

I can't understand why the army of Dafeng suddenly came to the city. Yan State borders Dafeng on three states. Relying on the dangerous passes that are easy to

defend and difficult to attack, they are fearless and often join forces with the two countries of

Jingkang to repeatedly violate the border, burn, kill and plunder. Even the people in the market can pinch their waists and laugh:

"The Central Plains is like a woman, who can be bullied at will."

It is only us who fight Dafeng, and there is no reason for Dafeng to fight us.

This phenomenon did not change until the end of the Battle of Shanhaiguan. Nangong Qianrou raised her saber high, her temperament was cold, and she shouted:

"Since the founding of Dafeng, in the past six hundred years, the Wushen Cult has killed

Dafeng people and robbed our Dafeng women. The blood debt is too numerous to list. The people of the three northeastern states have suffered from the Wushen Cult for a long time. Soldiers of Dafeng, follow me to massacre the city."

"Massacre the city!" "Massacre the city!"

"Massacre the city......"

The roars of the deep and powerful gathered together, and the sound waves shook the sky.

Ten thousand heavy cavalry rushed into the streets, killing people wantonly, turning the city

into a purgatory on earth.

Massacre the city today, blood debt paid with blood!

"Wei Yuan!!" Seeing the raging killing in Jingshan City, the spiritual master Irbu was furious:

"Only a super-grade can seal a super-grade. You are a mortal body, mixed in it, are you really

not afraid of death?!"

When the situation progressed to this point, this third-grade master felt powerless from the

bottom of his heart.

You, Wei Yuan, are neither a Confucian disciple nor a mortal ant. A second-rank warrior is able

to take care of himself and be free and at ease. Why do you seek death?

"I said I would attack your Wushen Sect, so I will attack your Wushen Sect."

Wei Yuan's eyes were withdrawn from Jingshan City and turned to the great wizard Saren Agu,

smiling: "The old soldiers of the past called me the military god of Dafeng, and it is not good

to disappoint

them."

In the case of no food and grass, he broke through the dangerous Yan Kingdom and approached the capital, attracting most of the troops of Yan Kingdom and Kang Kingdom. Then he secretly crossed the ocean to Jingshan City.

Summoned the Jiao tribe's dragon to offset the stormy waves of the "Rain Master".

Used a carving knife to severely injure the first-rank great wizard and forced Emperor Zhend's

appearance.

Invite the heroic spirit of the Confucian saint to severely injure all the top masters of the

Wushen Sect.

Send Nangong Qianrou to join forces with Sun Xuanji to kill into Jingshan City at a critical moment and shake the Wushen's luck.

From the moment of the expedition until now, how to march, how to divide the troops, which

route to take, who needs help, how many enemies there are, who they are... He has calculated every step. The supervisor once said that there are too few people in the world who can fight with me on

the chessboard and win or lose, and Wei Yuan is one of them.

Every time a person dies in Jingshan City, the luck that the witch god can borrow will be

weakened by one point.

Wei Yuan raised the carving knife and gently scratched the barrier that was already as thin as

an eggshell, breaking the barrier of the witch god.

Irbu and Wuda Pagoda watched Wei Yuan enter the valley with unwillingness on their faces.

Saren Agu and the late emperor Jeanne looked at this scene, the former with a calm look and

the latter with a cold look.

........

The altar is dozens of feet high, only slightly lower than the mountain.

Wei Yuan looked up and took a look at the towering altar. The stone steps were stacked layer

by layer, a total of ninety-nine levels, at the end of which was the god of the witch god religion, the founder of the wizard system.

One of the few super-quality items after the era of gods and demons.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is "like a god and a demon".

Wei Yuan retracted his gaze, raised his foot, and stepped onto the first step.

In an instant, the sky and the earth were murderous. This space was rejecting him and

targeting him, bringing down terrible pressure. Wei Yuan paused and stepped onto the second step.

The shadow of the Confucian Saint cast down a clear light to offset the pressure of heaven and

earth.

Wei Yuan raised his head and bowed to the shadow of the Confucian Saint: "No need!"

He summoned the Confucian Saint not to kill the enemy, but to seal the witch god. Saren Agu encouraged him to break the barrier with the power of the Confucian Saint, just to

weaken the power of the Confucian Saint layer by layer. When he reached the altar, how much spare power would the Confucian Saint have?

He, Wei Yuan, is not a tool, not just a tool to carry the heroic spirit of the Confucian Saint.

On the contrary, he, Wei Yuan, is the one who seals the witch god in this life.

The Confucian Saint is his tool.

Level 2, level 3, level 4.......

After level 20, every time Wei Yuan took a step, a crack appeared on his body. The immortal

body of a high-quality warrior repaired the terrible wound and barely maintained balance. After level 50, Wei Yuan was like a pieced-together porcelain man, with cracks all over his

body, including his elegant and handsome face.

He finally stopped, not knowing whether he was exhausted or was pressed to the point where

he could no longer move forward.

"If you don't transcend the level, you are still a mortal, what's the difference between you and an ant?"

A faint sigh came, as if it came from ancient times.

Along with this voice, the power that Pei Mo could not control surged, and the heaven and

earth worked together to strangle Wei Yuan.

There were two paths before Wei Yuan. The first path was to use the power of the Confucian

saint to reach the top. As for whether this hard-won heroic soul would have the remaining

power to seal the witch god after reaching the top, only God knew.

The second path was to turn around and leave, and retreat with the Dafeng army.

"God, how majestic......"

Wei Yuan murmured, a dusty past broke through the blockade of memory.

Forty years ago, when Emperor Zhende was still in power, a tragic war took place in the three northeastern states.

The witch god sent down an oracle to destroy Dafeng and seize the fortune. At that time, the three northeastern states mobilized 200,000 troops to capture the three states of Xiang, Jing and Yu. They slaughtered every three days, leaving no old, weak, women or children alive. The

people of Dafeng were slaughtered like lowly grass.

There was no one living in the area for hundreds of miles, and the dead bones were buried in

the mountains and wilderness.

More brutal and violent than the monsters and barbarians.

To this day, that battle is still a shadow in the hearts of the old people who experienced the

war.

It was also that battle. In the following ten years, the court deployed 100,000 troops in the

three states. The people would rather be refugees than return to their homeland. They were

really scared by the witch god.

Afterwards, the imperial court made another yellow book and found that in the vast land of Xiangzhou, Jingzhou and Yuzhou, nine out of ten houses were empty, and millions of people died in that war.

Wei Yuan, whose ancestral home is in Yuzhou.

Only one young man survived from the Wei family.

The past events came to his mind, and now he is no longer the young man in green clothes.

Wei Yuan laughed wildly:

"Looking back forty years, the hatred of the country and the family feuds still exist today.

Now, I want to know, God, can you trap an ant like me."

He climbed up the steps in a green robe, and the cage of heaven and earth was just a

decoration.

Ninety-nine steps, he reached the top in one breath. Standing in front of the Wushen sculpture is a broken human figure.

Wei Yuan sneered disdainfully: "It seems that God is just like this."

In the past 4,800 years, only two people from the Central Plains have ascended the main altar

of the Wushen religion.

The Confucian saint 1,200 years ago.

Wei Yuan 1,200 years later.

Only these two people.

The great wizard Saren Agu sighed, "Wei Yuan, the witch god is resurrected, and the general

trend is inevitable. The Central Plains is now short of talents, and Confucianism is weak and

difficult to become a climate. The luck is lost, and the supervision is no longer at its peak. Why

do you want to stop the chariot with a mantis arm?"

After speaking, his fingertips gently slid across his wrist, letting the blood flow, and his hand

made a seal, and his voice was like a bell, spreading throughout the world: "Offer a sacrifice to the witch god."

Beside him, Irbu and Wuda Pagoda had serious faces, each cut their wrists, and made the same hand seal.

The three high-quality wizards had blood flowing from their wrists, and the blood was like a

thread, but it did not drip, but turned into a scarlet glow, drifting towards the altar in the

distance, drifting towards the sculpture of the witch god.

Blood Sacrifice!

The blood sacrifice of the witch god cult.

The wizards who heard the voice of the great wizard and saw this scene understood that the

witch god cult was at a critical moment of life and death.

Hundreds of wizards left the battlefield one after another, cutting their wrists without any hesitation, and making hand gestures to sacrifice themselves like the wizard god. Nalan Yan only felt his body temperature gradually cool down, and his vitality disappeared along with the blood, turning into a crimson glow, floating towards the valley, and merging into the sculpture that wizards have worshipped for a thousand years.

You Zhongyuan Dafeng soldiers can be brave and fearless, so is my Wushen Sect afraid of

death?

Wushen Sect has ruled the Northeast for more than 4,000 years, and has never been beaten so

badly.

Even if I die today, I will make you Wei Yuan and Dafeng fail.

On his deathbed, Nalan Yan suddenly turned his head and looked at the man in blue clothes, thinking of his father who died in the Battle of Shanhaiguan. Unexpectedly, the father and son died at the hands of the same person. Nalan Yan slowly closed his eyes and passed away quietly. One wizard after another fell and turned into withered mummies. They died silently, but

without complaints or regrets.

Their wills merged into the sculpture of the witch god. This was the last resistance of the

witch god religion. This was the curse that the wizards issued to Wei Yuan and the Confucian

sage.

Crack.....

On the altar, the sculpture of the witch god cracked and burst into fine stone chips.

Puffs of black smoke came out from the sculpture's eyebrows, covering the sky, blocking the

scorching sun, blocking the blue sky, and turning the day into night.

In a moment, this black fog enveloped Jingshan City for a hundred miles, rolling endlessly,

like

a stormy wave.

When a common man is angry, blood splashes three feet, and when the emperor is angry,

millions of corpses are buried.

What if the gods are angry?

The soldiers fought and survived again. Around Jingshan City, the few survivors raised their

heads and looked at the black fog above their heads with horror. The black fog suddenly collapsed, as powerful as the sky, and condensed into a black shadow a

hundred feet tall above the altar, with a blurred face. Anyone who dared to look directly at the black shadow died on the spot.

The black shadow of a hundred feet, confronting the phantom of a hundred feet, was like two

giants who created the world.

"Confucian Saint!"

A vague and grand voice came from the black shadow, like anger, hatred, and sighs.

Along with this voice, there was a scorching thunder in the sky, and the wind and clouds

changed color. A terrible storm came. "You will regret it."

The vague and grand voice came again.

Wei Yuan knew that this sentence was said to him.

He was silent, turned his head, and looked at the Dafeng soldiers fighting in the battlefield in

the distance.

These soldiers who died in the land of Wushen Sect, and those old soldiers who died in the

Battle of Shanhaiguan, the things they shed their blood for, the things they died for, in the

final analysis, are just four words: for the country and the people.

I, Wei Yuan, brought them here to die, for these four words, aren't they?

The black shadow looked down from a high place, looking down indifferently, just like a god

looking down on the common people, looking down on ants. The black shadow raised his hand and pressed down lightly with his fingers.

The anger of the gods is indeed terrible, but what qualifications do mortals have to

experience the anger of the gods? To the gods, they are just beings that can be killed by a

finger.

What is the difference between them and ants.

The sound of bones breaking rang out. Before the attack of the gods came, the might of the

gods had broken all the bones in Wei Yuan's body.

His spine suddenly bent down, as if he was carrying a mountain on his shoulders, and it was

difficult to raise his head.

At this time, Wei Yuan was like a porcelain that was about to fall apart, and was already full of

cracks.

This scene was very similar to the golden body Dharma image forcing Xu Qiyan to kneel down

during the Buddhist battle.

At this moment, he seemed to hear Xu Qiyan's roar and the roar of tens of thousands of people

in the capital.

Wei Yuan's eyes suddenly burst into light, clear and bright.

In my life, I do not worship gods, do not worship Buddha, do not believe in kings, and only

care

about

the people.

If the gods are unkind, they are my enemies.

Wei Yuan straightened up little by little. His bones were all broken, including his spine. He

could stand up straight at this time, probably because of some belief supporting him.

In today's Jiuzhou, few people know why the Confucian sage sealed the witch god.

Few people know why Emperor Gaozu went back on his word.

Few people know that the witch god once eroded the Central Plains and cut off the luck of the human race in ancient times.

He, Wei Yuan, does not want the backbone of civilization to collapse, and does not want the

people of the Central Plains to bow their heads and be slaves for generations.

The fingers that condensed the anger of all living beings fell from the sky.

He raised his hand tremblingly, holding the carving knife in his hand, and the bright red blood

flowed like water.

A hand reached out from behind and held the carving knife with him. At some point, the huge shadow that was a hundred feet high disappeared, and it appeared

behind Wei Yuan, as if it was the most solid support for this great man a thousand years later.

Wei Yuan's hands no longer trembled.

A thousand years ago, there was the Confucian Sage, and a thousand years later, there was Wei

Yuan!

The scholar was full of vigor and anger, and roared at the witch god: "You, the witch god, want to erode the fortune of my Dafeng and destroy the fate of my

Zhongyuan human race. Have you asked me, Wei Yuan!"

Wei Yuan held the Confucian Sage's carving knife and gently handed it forward.

The carving knife burst into dazzling brilliance.

It has been more than 1,200 years since the Confucian Sage last used a knife.

This knife spanned a thousand years.

There is no such amazing knife light in the world, and no such ostentatious spirit.

The power beyond the grade exploded above the altar.

The sky fell.

The black shadow condensed by the witch god collapsed inch by inch, disintegrating into a

terrible wave that swept across the world.

This force swept over the hills and flattened them; swept over the ocean and raised tsunamis;

swept over the city and turned it into ruins.

Nangong Qianrou rode ahead and led the heavy cavalry to retreat, her eyes red and her face

distorted.

Godfather, you must survive.

Zhang Kaitai and other Jinluo and high-level warriors were also fleeing, racing against death.

Everyone was fleeing, fleeing in panic.

After a long, long time, the aftermath dissipated, and everything it passed was razed to the

ground.

The main altar of the Wushen Cult, Jingshan City, became history from then on.

Only the altar sealed by the Confucian sage and protected by the power of the Wushen was

preserved in this devastating wave.

Wei Yuan stood proudly on the altar, wearing ragged green clothes.

"Why..."

In the void, a vague voice came, but it was no longer grand.

The shadow of the Confucian sage behind him stepped into the sculpture of the witch god,

and the cracked gap repaired itself.

The witch god was sealed again.

Why?

Wei Yuan turned around tiredly and looked at the Central Plains. He made his fortune in the

sixth year of Yuan Jing, repelled the barbarian cavalry, and became a new noble in Dafeng.

Then he planned and strategized in the Battle of Shanhaiguan and won this huge battle that

changed the situation of Jiuzhou.

Then he abandoned his cultivation and entered the temple, confronted the multi-party court,

and suppressed the officials as a eunuch. Glory, achievements, and power, held in his hands,

brilliant.

Throughout his life, there are many things that his political enemies have studied for half a

lifetime, but still cannot understand.

No offspring, no family, and alone. He also regarded the gold, silver, and wealth that the eunuchs regarded as spiritual pillars as

dirt.

After decades of ups and downs in the officialdom, is he really free of desires?

Wei Yuan's eyes seemed to penetrate thousands of mountains and rivers. He saw the sub-

saint temple on the top of Qingyun Mountain, the stone tablet in the temple, and the four

crooked

sentences.

Why?

Wei Yuan whispered: "Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people,

inherit the lost knowledge of the past saints, and open peace for all generations."

He closed his eyes and never opened them again.

......

In the autumn of the 37th year of Yuan Jing, Wei Yuan led an army of 100,000 to capture the

main altar of the Wushen Sect and seal the Wushen.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Jingshan City was reduced to ruins, and hundreds of thousands of lives were wiped out.

This was the first time in history that the iron cavalry of the Central Plains human race broke

through the main altar of the Wushen Sect.

Leave a name in history.