Chapter 1139 The blood of sinners washes away the filth of Tushan Atrium
Under the will of Tianjun, the entire Tushan Atrium Cultivation World began to be shrouded in a faint scarlet color.
All the more than 90,000 sword cultivators in the Great Sun Sword Capital are dispatched, and they often choose to come to the caves of certain monks in the dark night, knocking on the door strictly and politely, saying that there is something that needs to be told.
As for why there are only more than 90,000 sword cultivators in the Great Sun Sword Capital out of 100,000?
Because the internal purge has been completed, in a voluntary and fair sword fight, the death penalty sword cultivator faces the sword cultivators who challenge him to fight to the death. Killing one person can give him several hours of rest and recovery of mana. Restore consciousness.
Then, another sword cultivator will challenge the death penalty sword cultivator.
If no one dares to challenge again, many people will surround and kill Xing Jianxiu and execute the Tushan Law on him.
——This situation is almost non-existent. In an emerging and upward sword cultivating group, a sword cultivator who is so afraid of fighting cannot climb to a high position and cannot be promoted to the Nascent Soul realm.
This cycle repeats until the death penalty sword cultivator dies.
In the desert, in the sea, in the mountains, in formations that are forbidden from inside and outside, the sword cultivators of the Great Sun Chang Sword Capital held life-and-death sword fights again and again. The blood of high-level sword cultivators continued to flow, and the aura of the flying sword was dim. When it fell to the ground, there was one less life in the world.
Until the end, all the execution sword cultivators died, and their sword intent soared into the sky.
Many swordsmen have achieved breakthroughs in their swordsmanship during this process, and their swordsmanship understanding has increased a lot. One bloody battle is comparable to dozens or even hundreds of years of hard training, which makes people obsessed.
Countless sword cultivation intentions are still unfinished, and they are scattered in all directions with an even stronger desire to carry out Tushan Tianjun's will.
"Zhenjun Skeleton Spirit, two hundred and nine years ago, on September 18th, when you were the city lord of Huangsha Fairy City in the Western Desert, you privately killed millions of mortals, middle- and low-level monks, demon cultivators, and ten golden elixir cultivators. Nine people slaughtered a whole place, refined it into eighteen fire skulls, and then disguised it as a black sand storm disaster. Is this possible? "
Mu Tianxue looked at a short, fat, kind-hearted old man who was in the early stage of Yuanying and walked out of the cave formation with a smile.
The aura floating around her body sealed her cultivation to the peak of the golden elixir, which would not be unlocked unless she was attacked by someone other than the target of a sword fight.
Even if he died in battle.
This is a secret technique that many Yuanying sword cultivators of the Great Sun Sword Sect have developed over the past three hundred years. Even the peak Yuanying cultivators cannot violate the seal they have set.
There's nothing we can do about it.
With all the enemies outside the Tushan Atrium gone, only the monks who committed crimes can be executed. Each one is extremely precious, and their lives must be utilized to the extreme without any waste.
In addition to Mu Tianxue, there are thousands of Great Sun Changjiandu Sword Cultivators around, including seven monks in the late Yuanying stage, 21 monks in the early stage of Yuanying stage, and the rest are all in the foundation building stage of the Golden Core stage. Junior.
They are here as a reserve force to prevent Lord Skeleton Spirit from escaping, and to continue the sword fight in her place if Mu Tianxue dies in battle.
You must know that there are only twenty-seven people on death row, Nascent Soul True Lord, and each one is very precious and cannot be wasted.
Of course, other Nascent Soul Lords are not so arrogant as to suppress their cultivation to the peak of the Golden Core. They are seeking death.
In addition to the law enforcement sword cultivators from the Great Sun Sword Capital, as Mu Tianxue's voice spread, many Golden Core Foundation-Building Nascent Soul cultivators were alerted and gathered around, looking angrily.
In the eyes of many people, Lord Skeleton Spirit is a kind-hearted elder who is kind to others. Under his fat appearance, he has a kind heart. He usually takes care of the younger ones and is also very good to his peers. Therefore, many monks subconsciously It’s about to come forward.
However, after seeing the sword cultivators of the Great Sun Changjiandu, many monks shrank their pupils and took a step back subconsciously.
The Great Sun and the Sword Capital!
In the past few hundred years, as the Great Sun and Changjian happily took over the responsibilities of the law enforcement monks, their reputations have deteriorated rapidly. They have gained various reputations such as 'court eagle dog', 'running dog', and 'butcher'. He has always been disliked and feared by others. It can be said that he is a detestable existence in the world of Tushan immortality.
Ordinary monks, if they have a sword cultivator friend, they will be cut off by their friends.
Over the past hundreds of years, whenever the cultivators from the Great Sun Chang Sword Capital went out en masse, it would mean that the guilty cultivators would die, and they would die in cruel sword fights, without exception.
Lord Skeleton Spirit walked out with a pale face. It was obvious that his face was already pale, but now it was even more pale, and he was extremely frightened.
Ice-Blooded True Monarch Mu Tianxue!
Nascent Soul peak monk!
She once followed Tushan Tianjun to fight in all directions and killed countless enemies. For hundreds of years, she has been vaguely known as the strongest true monarch in Tushan Zhongting. How can he be compared to a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul?
"Is there any misunderstanding?"
"Senior Ice-Blooded..."
Lord Skeleton Spirit's voice was dry and sorrowful as he said: "If you want to take the life of this junior, just speak up. Why bother to frame and frame me so hard?" "Outside Huangsha Fairy City, black sand storms occur every few decades. Once, I accidentally drifted and landed in a crowded place. What does it have to do with the younger generation?"
"The Great Sun and the Sword City, with the hopes of the Heavenly Lord, are you allowed to frame the cultivation of goodness at will?"
"You sword masters sharpen your swords with blood, do you really think others don't know it?!"
Lord Skeleton Spirit said angrily.
His words quickly aroused the sympathy of the surrounding monks and filled them with righteous indignation.
No one believes that they will enforce the law impartially. They are too thirsty for life and blood and have strong interests.
In the eyes of many monks, this is the sword cultivator's conspiracy against the Fa cultivator.
Following the words of Lord Skeleton Spirit, Mu Tianxue restrained his murderous intention slightly.
No matter what outsiders think of it, whether they approve it or not, they must explain clearly that everything they do is in compliance with the Tushan Law, otherwise there will be disaster.
"Skeleton Spirit, you are good at talking."
Mu Tianxue showed a charming smile: "Where did your natal magic treasure, the Eighteen Demonic Fire Skeletons, and so many skeletons and souls come from?"
"You said it was a chance encounter and you found it in the cave of an ancient cultivator. Then, can you come with me to the Qi Sect to check whether these skeletons are from recent years or from ancient times?"
"I remember that the number of human-male monk bodies you purchased was not enough?"
Tushan Zhongting has long ordered the destruction of many magic techniques that use human raw materials, but there are always people who want to take shortcuts and develop new ones, or use righteous methods on magic.
In the past, Tushan Atrium also seized many magic weapons. These were valuable assets and were not destroyed. Lord Skeleton Spirit took advantage of this legal loophole.
"Furthermore,"
Mu Tianxue glanced at the hazy sun in the sky and pointed his finger: "This is what you did at that time."
A hazy light bloomed at her fingertips. It happened more than two hundred years ago. A black-robed masked man who had just been promoted to the Nascent Soul stage kept changing the direction of the black sand storm, and finally acted unscrupulously in the black sand storm. The scene of the earth collecting the essence and blood of millions of people to regenerate their souls.
"No!"
"You forged it!"
Lord Skeleton Spirit's face turned pale.
His body was shaking.
He couldn't understand why, even after two hundred years, someone could find out what happened back then in such detail, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.
"This is not what you say."
Mu Tianxue showed a greedy smile and pulled out a long sword with flowing blood bit by bit.
"True Monarch Skeleton Spirit, you slaughtered millions of creatures outside the Yellow Sand Immortal City. You are sentenced to death by the Law Hall in Tushan Zhongting. You will be executed immediately. The executioner is Mu Tianxue."
A jade slip with the seal of the Law Palace and signed by Tushan Tianjun's clone floated out. The words on the jade slip were illuminated in all directions and could be clearly seen by the people around.
"This is unfair!"
"Just some ants!"
Knowing that there was no room for maneuver, the Lord Skeleton Spirit laughed miserably.
His face was ferocious, and he tore off the kind gesture he had always pretended to be. He burned his essence and blood and fled madly into the distance, trying to win a chance for himself.
(End of chapter)