The autumn wind is solemn and kills, and all things are sad and silent!

At the top of the Thick Soul Peak, the atmosphere is as heavy as a mountain, and even the air is almost solidified.

"Don't ask the heaven, come out for me!"

The true King Yuheng's face was gloomy and solemnly was about to drip into water. At this moment, it seemed that he had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Master Yuheng Mansion, are you looking for me?"

Suddenly, a dazzling light flashed from the clouds at the top of the peak, and a figure walked out from it.

"I said I want to give you a gift."

As soon as he finished speaking, something flew over, as if he had eyes, landed at the feet of the true king Yuheng. It just floated quietly in the air and fell into the eyes of all the monks. It was actually a bloody head.

This is an old human head, with blush on his withered cheeks. On the bun that was tied up with a blood-red flower, it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman. Blood dripped from his neck, and it was indescribably weird and terrifying.

"Hongxia!"

The true King Yuheng trembled all over. He stared at the head with an incredible look on his face.

"How is that possible?"

"This is absolutely impossible."

"The Kangcheng of Song State is thousands of miles away."

The true king of Yuheng shook his head repeatedly. He really couldn't believe everything he saw at this time.

However, this head cannot be faked.

Even the True King of the Nascent Soul would definitely not have such magical powers.

"How about it?"

Mo Wentian's expression became cold and he sneered, "Are you still satisfied with my gift?"

Is this unreasonable?

The hands of the True King Yuheng hidden in his long sleeves began to tremble. He wanted to start a killing on the spot, kill the True King Wuji on the spot, and slaughter the Wuji Sect all over the place so as to vent his uncontrollable anger.

However, he couldn't take action.

Because, there is no complete confidence, or even no confidence.

On the contrary, I am in danger of falling, not because my opponent is too strong, but because there are too many enemies.

This is a big net, made up of hundreds of monks on the field. If he resists desperately, the tighter he may be, and even tighter he is tied up by this net, which will be the fatal ending.

It has to be admitted that the Seven Star Palace has been so comfortable that it is so careless that it is just under the nose that such a sect will rise rapidly and grow into a giant in a short period of time, which will even bring disaster to Beidou Mountain.

Wuji Sect develops so fast, it is incredible.

There must be a secret here, and it is definitely a shocking secret.

"You're leaving?"

However, when the True King Yuheng was difficult to make a decision, Mo Wentian's cold voice came, as if he was making a good choice for him.

"What?"

Thinking he heard it wrong, the true king of Yuheng was confused and then asked, "What did you say?"

"Master Yuheng Mansion, when you set out to Mangshan, I will know all your layouts, so you think you are sure to win, but in fact you are doomed to lose."

Mo Wentian burst into laughter, with indescribable pity in his tone, and said coldly: "You are just a poor abandoned man, but you think you are the chess player in charge of the chessboard. I will let you go back to see if you can jump out of the chessboard and kill the person in charge of the chessboard?"

Jump out of the chessboard and kill the person who holds the chess?

The world is so big, and there are so few people like this?

"Been taught a lesson!"

The true King Yuheng looked lonely. He couldn't help but sighed, and then turned around and left.

The fall of Butler Hongxia was a loss to Yuheng Mansion, and he didn't want to take revenge.

All chess pieces are arranged in the final destination in the game of power. No chess piece can escape the fate of death, and Hongxia is no exception. This is his best destination.

In this power competition, only those who survive can become chess players who control the chessboard.

He, the true king of Yuheng, does not want to become a chess piece, nor does he want to become an abandoned piece.

Therefore, he could only swallow his anger at this moment, and only a chess player who learned to endure could win in one move at the end!

The true king of Yuheng left with his sleeves and soon disappeared at the end of the sky, just like the cold wind in autumn, leaving no traces. However, only the falling leaves knew that it had been here.

“Why?”

Zhuang Huizi walked up quietly and stood beside Mo Wentian. Among the hundreds of monks present, only his identity as the king of Lu dared to ask such a question.

Although there are only two words, Mo Wentian knew what Zhuang Huizi was asking?

"Killing Hongxia only offended Yuheng Mansion, but killing Yuheng True King is indeed offended the entire Seven Star Palace."

Mo Wentian shook his head with regret on his face. It was not that he didn't want to kill him. Such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but after weighing the pros and cons, he could not kill him at all.

"And, the price we have to pay to kill the true king of Yuheng is too high."

Zhuang Huizi couldn't help but fall silent. The true king of Yuheng is no better than Bai Yan. He is a cultivator close to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. If he really wants to kill him forcibly, he will probably have to pay a considerable price.

"These are not the main things. I don't kill him because..."

When he said this, Mo Wentian paused slightly and said in a deep voice: "The living Yuheng True King is more beneficial to us than the dead Yuheng True King."

Zhuang Huizi frowned slightly. When he carefully pondered this sentence, he felt that it made more and more reasonable. From the day he became the king of Lu, he had to come into contact with power and tricks. In this complex relationship, he tried to peel off the threads and cocoons.

That’s right, the life of the True King Yuheng may be the best ending.

As long as he is alive, the differences in the Seven Star Hall will be there. It is like a broken mirror and there is no way to recover as before.

The situation is treacherous, and yin and yang are changing. If you take a step back, you can be the fisherman, and the snipe and clam fight.

"No hurry, a feast has just begun!"

Mo Wentian walked forward with a smile. He reached out and patted Zhuang Huizi on the shoulder, but his eyes turned not far behind him.

At this time, in the square in front of the Houtu Peak Hall, the disciples cleaned the scene, cleared the mess of the table, served melons, fruits, spiritual wine, delicious food, etc. in turn, and set up the banquet again. The monks of all sects sat down at the table, as if they were waiting for something?

A feast has indeed just begun.

Suddenly, Mo Wentian flew over the high platform, standing proudly with his hands behind his back. The strong wind rising from the ground swept his cloak, and the silent majesty poured down, making everyone dare not speak out.

"My fellow Taoists, the resources of the Bianhuang Spirit Realm are limited, but cultivation cannot be separated from these. Whether we want to or not, we are all in the vortex of competing for resources. This cannot be changed."

Mo Wentian paused and said in a deep voice: "In such a world, only strength is the absolute rule. The strong can change the rules at any time, while the weak can only live in vain. However, what are the sins of the people? What are the people in the world?"

When he said this, he seemed to have confidence, and his eyes shone brightly, and he said loudly: "I want to forge a sharp sword, take the wishes of the people and the people as the furnace, use the above good merits as materials, use the anger of the world as fire, and use the breath of all evil and treacherous slander to jail it. If this sword is cast, it can suppress the princes, quell the troubled times, establish a life for the people, and open peace for all times!"

As soon as the words fell, it suddenly seemed like a drop of water, falling into the oil pan, boiling violently.

"Suppress the princes and pacify the troubled times. Even if Ou Yezi takes action, he cannot cast this sword."

Zhuang Huizi shook his head slightly, but then changed his tone and said in admiration: "Stand for the people and bring peace to the world for all ages. This is what Confucian sages have been seeking for the whole life. They have inherited their unique knowledge for the past sages. The true king of Wuji is worthy of the Master's last wish."

Establish your mind for the heaven and earth, establish your destiny for the living and the people, inherit your unique knowledge for the past sages, and bring peace to the ages.

Daodezi turned his head and looked beside him, and saw the expressions of excitement appearing on Zhongshuzi and Qing Lingzi's cheeks.

The education of Confucianism was what they wanted for the disciples of the Saint Confucianism throughout their lives.

"The True King Wuji, what is the sword you forged in?"

Among the monks present, I don’t know who it was, and suddenly asked such a question. This is also a question that everyone present wants to know.

"The prototype of this sword has been cast out, and it is time to be announced to the public to shock the princes in the world."

Mo Wentian's tone was full of arrogance, and his expression seemed to look down on the world. He said loudly: "The prototype of this sword should be taken by Zheng as the front, Di as the front, and Song as the backbone. The three kingdoms are unified, and can be called Xinzheng."

"What?"

The monks present couldn't help but feel uproar. Only then did they realize that the true intention of Wuji Zhenwang was actually to unite the copyrights of Zheng Di and Song Kingdom and form a more powerful Zheng Kingdom.

Duke Zheng was the wife of the head of Wuji Sect, and Duke Song was a puppet of Wuji Sect.

These two points have become public secrets. As for Di State being controlled by Wuji Sect, although the monks present had such speculations, no one dared to draw such a conclusion.

Today, the true king of Wuji was announced to the public, which was truly shocking and would definitely cause huge storms.

The five prefectures of Zheng State, the five prefectures of Di State, and the four prefectures of Song State, will be formed, which means the territory of the fourteen prefectures.

In the Bianhuang Spirit Realm, it is also second only to the four kingdoms of Daqin, Darong, Yan and Zhao, and is enough to rank among the overlords of the princes. It is really an unparalleled sword.

Such shocking news takes time to digest. There is constant discussion sound coming from the audience, but Mo Wentian did not speak. He walked down the platform silently and gave them enough time to discuss the sword that had just been released.

"Zhuang Huizi, the sword I forged may be sharp, which will make Lu a little uneasy?"

Mo Wentian smiled all over his face, but the tone of his speech was obviously meaningful.

"Although the sword is a sharp weapon, it can be used to kill people and protect."

Zhuang Huizi had a sincere face and an indescribable sincerity in her tone. She said in a deep voice: "Whoever, Wuji Zhenjun, holds this sword, and I will surrender with Lu, will I not be protected?"

"good!"

Mo Wentian said a good word loudly and reached out to pat Zhuang Huizi on the shoulder. At this time, his eyes turned into the distance and fell into the coldest hall of the Houtu Peak. It seemed that he was there at this time, and a figure stood in a trance.

Yu'er, this sword for you for your husband.
Chapter completed!