Chapter 229 Saving the world is a good business
"What did my good sister give you to help her like this?"
Lian Qixia's eyes were a little unconvinced. From the day Lian Hongying was born, she wanted to be better than her biological sister in everything.
Whether it's the throne or learning martial arts, she wants to win them all.
Only in this way can Lian Qixia prove to her mother that she is stronger than Lian Hongying.
At the moment, her thoughts also fell on Ye Qingzhou: "As I said again, I can give you what Lian Hongying can give you."
"King Yao, as long as you ascend to the position of king, you will have the Luan and Phoenix swords at your fingertips. In fact, you do not lack magic weapons."
Ye Qingzhou found a reason to decline.
"Hmph~"
Lian Qixia's beautiful eyes were filled with anger, and she glared at Ye Qingzhou, but then did not continue to press.
After all, the future is long, and it is not easy to build a magic weapon, and the probability of failure is very high, so Lian Qixia does not think Ye Qingzhou has such ability now.
But Ye Qingzhou, who has the inheritance of Emperor Yan, has obviously been regarded as a worthy candidate by Lian Qixia, and she even feels in her heart that it is not a bad idea if she chooses such a royal husband.
The celebration of the Divine Sword Festival begins, and the Lord Renhuori personally presides over the ceremony.
Today, she is wearing a purple-red battle robe. When walking, the golden-green armor shines in the sunlight, like a golden-winged bird flying high, showing a gorgeous and powerful posture.
Although the Rakshasa women's kingdom respects women, it does not rely on sexual entertainment and political marriage to survive.
On the contrary, the Rakshasa women's country has become more martial, and it is following the development path of building a country through war.
Even though there are many social injustices and frequent chaos in the country, they are still a fighting nation at heart, and the people also worship the strong.
Especially the people of the royal capital are all proud of their queen.
"Wonderful victory! Wonderful victory!"
Amidst the sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, Lian Huozhi, wearing gold-winged feather armor, stepped onto the sacrificial knife platform located in the center of the arena with graceful steps.
I saw her pulling out the magic weapon of the country from her waist, and the moment she unsheathed her two swords, the situation in the world changed, and two clear and melodious sounds of the luan and phoenix sounded in everyone's ears at the same time.
As the two swords were inserted into the altar, the huge earth-vein dragon energy under the capital instantly resonated with the divine soldiers.
This dragon vein connects to the center of the Blue Star earth and goes deep into the ground for more than 6,000 kilometers. The temperature of the evil fire that is spurted out at this time is nearly 7,000 degrees. The raging high-temperature fire instantly ignites the entire altar into a huge torch.
The altar is connected to the thirty-two forging furnaces in the arena, and blazing flames are lit, indicating the official start of the Divine Sword Festival.
"Under the witness of the gods, I also invite all the craftsmen to show their talents and promote the prestige of our country of Rakshasa women."
Lian Huozhi waved his hand and announced the start of the game.
The Rakshasa Girl Kingdom not only built its country through war, but was also good at smelting, casting, and selling weapons.
Although there is no co-production between heaven and man, it is impossible to forge divine weapons, but the exquisite and top-quality weapons that are forged are still very popular.
In particular, it is rich in high-quality iron and iron, which is famous and highly respected among the eight hundred feudal states.
At this moment, Ye Qingzhou felt the blazing heat of the fire and was very shocked.
You know, in the steelmaking plants on Blue Star, the maximum temperature of the electric furnace is generally around 1,800 degrees. High temperature is crucial to the smelting of steel, and even directly affects the efficiency and quality of the steelmaking process.
In a sense, the higher the temperature, the better the quality of the steel produced.
The steel-making temperature of Blue Star can reach up to 4,000 degrees, and the arc zone temperature of the electric arc furnace in East Pole can reach 6,000 degrees.
Although the Rakshasa Girl Country does not have electric arc furnace and electroslag remelting technology, it can use the power of the magic weapon to trigger the evil fire in the center of the earth and increase the smelting temperature to 7,000 degrees in one fell swoop!
It’s true that you have technology and I have magic power.
It’s really not certain who’s technology is more advanced.
The Divine Sword Festival began, and many participating blacksmiths took their positions and began to process the metal materials in their hands around the forging furnace.
Ye Qingzhou stood with his hands tied, not in a hurry to take action. He stood on the field, his golden eyes constantly passing over the other players.
In his sight, every contestant had silk threads of different colors on their heads.
These silk threads are the manifestation of luck, indicating that they, the craftsmen of the Rakshasa tribe, are closely connected with the luck of the Rakshasa Girl Kingdom.
When one is prosperous, both are prosperous; when one is lost, both are harmed.
There were only two people without any threads on their heads.
One is Ye Qingzhou himself. He committed suicide three days ago and has cut off his connection with the Rakshasa tribe's will.
The other one was an old blacksmith wearing a black robe.
He was blind in one eye, broke a hand, was lame in one foot, and even half of his face was burned and disfigured. He was old, ugly, and disabled. He survived with a strong will and a disabled body, and even learned to learn He has achieved success and has mastered the art of casting.
No one knows the name of this old blacksmith. Everyone calls him the Sanque Craftsman. He is one of the six most famous "heavenly craftsmen" in the royal capital.
Rumor has it that he was disabled since birth and was adopted by a childless couple. His adoptive father had been a blacksmith who forged swords for the royal family for generations.
When he grew up, he inherited his adoptive father's mantle.
Ye Qingzhou noticed something was wrong with the aura of Sanque Craftsman: "Even my pair of divine eyes transformed by the blazing sun and sky fire can't see through the mist of luck on your body?"
Whether it is the Rakshasa Girl Nation, or the strong warriors of the Rakshasa Girl Nation such as Lian Hongying and Lian Qixia, he can even get a glimpse of the fate and future of the country's leader, Lian Huozhi.
But the Sanque craftsman in front of him was like a black hole. No matter how Ye Qingzhou observed with his divine eyes, he could not see through the trajectory of his fate, as if a layer of hazy fog blocked all the secrets.
"Something weird!"
Ye Qingzhou instinctively felt a creepy feeling: "There is a higher-level existence behind him, which has obscured the secret of heaven and prevented me from observing this person's fate, so I can't see through it."
It is simply unbelievable that such a method can deceive Tianji.
Just when Ye Qingzhou was thinking, a sudden change occurred on the field!
I saw Craftsman Sanque leaving his competition seat and limping towards the altar. His ugly face covered with scars was even more hideous and terrifying at this moment.
Four golden-armored guards stepped forward to stop him. They were holding long knives and their eyes were alert.
"What do you do?"
Craftsman Sanque ignored their scoldings and continued to approach step by step.
"Disrespectful person!"
"How dare you offend the king!"
The golden-armored guards were furious when they saw this, and immediately slashed at the Sanque craftsmen with their swords. They all had the strength of Earth Evil masters, and with one strike of their swords, they triggered the Earth Fire Evil, which had the power to burn all things.
However, Craftsman Sanque did not dodge, and a powerful aura suddenly erupted from his body, shocking all the golden-armored guards who were about to attack, causing them to vomit blood and fly back.
Brutal.
Vicious.
maltreat.
The aura exuding from Craftsman Sanque was like a demon king from hell. Even his right eye, which was originally blind, suddenly lit up with a scarlet flame in the empty socket.
Lianhuo Zhifeng narrowed his eyes slightly, and his alarm bells rang in his heart. He instinctively sensed an unprecedented threat from the man in front of him.
"Who are you?"
"Lian Huozhi, it's normal that you don't recognize me. After all, I almost died at the hands of your royal father when you were still in your mother's womb."
Craftsman Sanque opened his mouth, revealing his sharp steel teeth, and gave a charming smile: "In terms of seniority, you should call me Brother Wang."
"Brother Wang? Wait! Are you...Lianhuo Qi?"
Lian Huozhi suddenly remembered this brother who only appeared in his memories: "Aren't you dead?"
"Of course you want me to die, but God has destined that my life should not be cut off, and I have managed to survive until today just to wait for a chance to take revenge."
Craftsman Sanque harbored overwhelming hatred, and a murderous intention overflowed from his body: "Back then, my martial arts qualifications were the best among the royal family, and I was even expected to become the first male king of the Rakshasa Kingdom. But because of this, That’s why I got killed, and the mastermind behind this is your royal father!”
The battle for royal power has always been bloody, cruel, ruthless and unjust.
Lian Huoqi was originally a Rakshasa prince. He was so talented that he even had the ability to improve the royal family's still-existing magic technique of "Shen Tian Lie Slash", allowing men in the royal family to deeply explore the potential of their own bloodline and have the opportunity to do so. Cultivation to the realm of Martial God.
Once successful, Lianhuo Qi will not only become the first male monarch in the history of the Rakshasa Woman Kingdom, but even from now on, the Rakshasa Woman Kingdom will no longer be dominated by women.
From a national point of view, this is good for the Rakshasa Women's Country. After all, only women can practice the original magical skills to achieve great success and perfection.
And after the improvement of Lianhuo Qi, it means that men can also deduce the magical power of subduing the country to the highest level, and thus have the hope of ascending to heaven and becoming a god.
In this way, the number of martial god-level masters might be doubled. But it is good for the country, but not necessarily for some vested interests.
That's why Lian Huo Qi went to Yu State as an envoy, but was attacked on the way.
Although nothing was found in this matter in the end, there is no airtight wall in the world. If you don't want others to know, you have to do nothing yourself.
With the help of someone who was interested, Lian Huo Qi already knew that Lian Huo Qi's father and several nobles were all involved in the attack on him.
In order to consolidate their power, vested interests even went so far as to murder a prince, and this even received a certain degree of tacit approval from the royal family.
In the end, only Lian Huoqi became the victim of the struggle for royal power, and he "died".
The only one who survives now is an evil ghost named Sanque Craftsman.
The prince's identity was revealed, and the whole place was in an uproar. Everyone was stunned by the scene in front of them. No one expected that this year's Divine Sword Festival would be so popular.
Suddenly, the scene began to become chaotic.
Even the contestants on the competition field are trembling now, for fear of being implicated and involved. How can they still have the heart to compete?
"You want revenge?"
Lian Huozhi stood on the altar, and saw her eyes dim for a while, and her mood was a little low.
Although she did not do this, her throne was indeed snatched from the hands of the Sanque craftsmen, and she used extremely dishonorable means.
So facing the former royal brother in front of her, she felt guilty: "What happened back then was indeed the royal family that was sorry for you. If you want to compensate..."
"Compensation? Now I just want your lives to pay for it!"
Craftsman Sanque burst into hysterical laughter, and there was only a crazy killing intent in his eyes.
Seeing this, Lian Huozhi couldn't help but sigh: "It seems that your reason has been blinded by hatred. For the safety of the Rakshasa Girl Country, I have to leave you alone."
Guilt for guilt, Lian Huozhi is now the king of a country and is concerned about the safety of the country. There is no way he will be killed.
At this moment, she already had murderous intentions in her mind.
For the stability of the Rakshasa Kingdom, she had to get rid of the hidden danger of Sanque Craftsman.
"Ridiculous!"
Craftsman Sanque opened his black robe, revealing a broken sword hanging at his waist.
This sword, like its owner, was broken and missing, and was covered in mottled red rust. However, the half-broken sword body exuded a terrifying aura of death in Ye Qingzhou's eyes.
This is a sword that can bring death!
In other words, this broken sword itself is death!
‘The Sword of the Way? ’
Ye Qingzhou was horrified. Unlike the path of death and annihilation contained in the Imperial Sword Longyuan, the death contained in the broken sword in front of him was more inclined to destruction and destruction, as well as endless killing.
I saw the Sanque craftsman holding the hilt of the sword and roaring angrily: "The Rakshasa women's country in your mouth has died long ago. The so-called inheritance for thousands of years is just the process of corpse decay. Now, let you This aloof king understands the anger of the people! ”
"Take my sword!"
Destroy the way and destroy the law, draw your sword and cut the sky.
The Sanque craftsman raised the broken sword high and actually used himself as firewood. It aroused the resentment and anger of the people at the bottom of the Rakshasa Girl Kingdom for thousands of years, and converged into a sword that could kill immortals, destroy gods, and cut the sky and the earth.
For thousands of years, the royal family has been immoral, the nobles have been cruel, and the solidification of classes brought about by the prosperity of martial arts has made the people of the Rakshasa Girl Kingdom miserable.
Their resentment is building.
Their anger is building.
Every failed uprising adds new bloodshed.
Now, this overwhelming resentment and anger, aroused by the Sanque craftsman, suddenly turned into a torrential wave, and its power was unmatched.
"The art of slashing the sky and drawing the sword!?"
Lianhuozhi was shocked for a moment, and he wanted to pull out the Luanfeng sword from the altar to block the shocking blow of the Sanque craftsman, but the sword could cut the sky. The moment the sword was released, the enemy had been hit by the sword.
She didn't have time to react!
Phew~
Even with the realm of the God of War, it is difficult to withstand the destruction of the path of death. The moment the sword was woven into the flames, the power of the path in her body immediately disintegrated, and the fire of life and the light of her soul were also extinguished, and she was succumbed to death. Devour.
"Hahaha!"
Craftsman Sanque looked up to the sky and laughed, and the flesh and blood on his body began to collapse.
With the cultivation of a martial saint and a broken body, he was forced to use the sword-slaying technique to kill the tenth level of the Martial God, but he had to pay the price with his life. He burned his longevity and vitality to save his life. Change your life!
In the end, Craftsman Sanque's body completely dissolved and turned into a puddle of flesh and blood.
It took a long time for the people around to react.
"The king...the king is dead!"
"The king is invincible, how can he die?"
"Escort!"
"Go and fetch the imperial physician!"
The accompanying guards rushed forward in a hurry. After checking the pulse of Lian Huozhi, they were immediately heartbroken: "The king, the king has passed away!"
"Mother!"
Lian Hongying stepped forward and hugged Lian Huozhi: "This is impossible! Why is this happening?"
At this time, the rusty broken sword had already turned into smoke and drifted away in the wind because it could not withstand the power of the way of death, leaving only Lian Huozhi's cold body and the ferocious sword marks on his chest.
"Get out of my way!"
Lian Qixia Zhenfei surrounded the guards, rushed to Lian Hongying, slapped her away with one palm, then forced Lian Huozhi into her arms, and at the same time took out the Holy Phoenix Nirvana Pill that had been prepared.
"What are you doing?"
Lian Hongying got angry and stepped forward to question.
Although he was angry, he did not choose to take action.
Lian Qixia glanced at the terrible scar on her mother's chest. Although she had been mentally prepared, she still felt regretful and annoyed at the moment. She was even more unhappy when faced with Lian Hongying's questioning: "Go away, trash, don't Delay me in rescuing my mother.”
She squeezed it hard with her fingertips, and the Holy Phoenix Nirvana Pill was crushed into pieces, and the medicinal power flowed into Lian Huozhi's body under the guidance of Lian Qixia's divine power.
It was like a dead tree sprouting buds, and the fire of life that had been extinguished was instantly rekindled, and even the soul that had been killed was revived.
"Ahem~"
Lian Huozhi coughed up two mouthfuls of black blood and woke up slowly. She felt dizzy and exhausted. With Lian Qixia's help, she finally stood up again.
"Mother, how do you feel?"
"I'm not dead?"
Lian Huozhi showed an expression of disbelief.
He was able to survive even though he was struck by the sword-slaying technique.
Even so, she soon felt weak. Although the Holy Phoenix Nirvana Pill could help her come back to life, the remaining death and public resentment still lingered in her dormitory, lingering on her body and even her soul.
It takes at least three to five years of training to recover.
The king almost died, so the Divine Sword Festival could not continue. Even the entire king was in panic, for fear of being involved in this turmoil.
That night, the leader of the country, Lian Huozhi, passed it on to his eldest daughter, Lian Qixia, while she concentrated on her cultivation.
Lian Qixia ascended the throne that night, immediately dispatched troops, sealed off the royal city, and began to investigate the matter, hoping to find out the mastermind behind the scenes and kill them as a warning to others.
At the same time, Lian Qixia openly summoned Ye Qingzhou to the palace for an audience.
Ye Qingzhou raised his head and peeked in the direction of the palace. In his eyes, the Garuda Bird who was attending class in the capital was different. Although it was a little weaker than before, it no longer looked like it was defeated.
At the same time, an invisible ray of light from the sky shot out from the eyes of the Garuda bird and fell on Ye Qingzhou.
"Heavenly Destiny? Is this a mission reward?"
Ye Qingzhou carefully felt the changes in his body, and immediately found that this gift was very pure, not the previous "loan" that needed to be repaid, and immediately nodded with satisfaction: "It turns out that saving the world has such benefits, no wonder it is so Many people want to be saviors.”
Under the observation of the divine eye, Ye Qingzhou discovered that the luck in his body was so strong that it was even compared to Lian Hongying. It was like the golden light of merit. Although it was invisible and intangible, it had infinite uses.
(End of chapter)