The night was as deep as ink, as if even the starlight had been swallowed up by the depressing atmosphere.
The capital city, this majestic city that has carried Great Xia Dynasty thousands of years of luck, is now slowly enveloped by a layer of blood-colored light curtain invisible to the naked eye, like a cage about to be sacrificed.
The people in the city had already closed their doors under the "persuasion" of the Forbidden Army, but the heart-stopping heat and madness rising from the depths of the earth penetrated the thick door walls and cast a shadow called "fear" in everyone's heart.
On the top of the imperial city, Imperial Astronomical Bureau Stargazing Tower, which used to symbolize imperial power and destiny, has long been reduced to ruins.
Instead, there is an evil altar that is ninety-nine feet high and made entirely of thick bones and countless twisted resentful souls.
Every bone of the altar is engraved with vicious runes from Nine Nether Abyss, and wisps of black energy overflow from it, converging into a Tong Tian blood-colored light pillar that penetrates the ground and pierces the sky.
At the top of the altar, Emperor Xia was wearing a jet black dragon robe embroidered with nine bloody dragons, standing with his hands behind his back.
Gale blew his empty sleeves, but it couldn't dissipate the blood and madness on his body that was so rich that it couldn't be dissolved.
The originally majestic face was now distorted by extreme excitement, and his eyes were burning with flames that could burn the world, reflecting nine equally thick blood-colored light pillars rising into the sky from all over the imperial city below.
These nine light beams are exactly the formation eyes of "Nine Heavens Blood Sacrifice Grand Array". They are like poisonous needles inserted into the heart of the capital.
Crazyly extracting the dragon vein luck and the life essence of millions of creatures from this thousand-year-old ancient capital, and continuously transporting them to the main altar at the foot of Emperor Xia.
"Soon... soon..."
Emperor Xia opened his arms as if embracing the whole world, his voice was hoarse and enthusiastic.
"When the formation is completed and Heavenly Demon arrives, I can use its supreme power to blast away Heavenly Gate in one fell swoop and achieve unprecedented hegemony! By then, immortals, gods, Buddhas and demons will all crawl at my feet and lick the soles of my boots!"
He is no longer satisfied with the transaction with Heavenly Demon.
He wants to become Heavenly Demon himself and drag the whole world into his crazy desire Abyss!
But outside the imperial city, the chilling air had solidified into substance, turning into torrents of cold iron armor.
The Demon Suppression Division headquarters, which once symbolized the protective power of the Great Xia Dynasty, is now empty.
The commander-in-chief is Wei Zheng, a veteran who has been hiding in the court for decades and is known as "Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle".
Finally today, he tore off all disguises and revealed his sharpest and most deadly fangs.
He wears a set of black heavy armor engraved with the ancient mythical beast "Xiezhi", and holds a three-foot green sword with four simple seal characters engraved on the sword.
"Fengtian Jingnan".
Behind him are tens of thousands of Demon Suppression Division elites and the capital's imperial army who have been instigated by him to rebel with his power, interests and "righteousness".
They formed a formidable military formation, like a slowly tightening black net, surrounding the entire imperial city.
"Soldiers!"
Wei Zheng rode his horse and stood in front of the formation. The sound was like a loud bell, resounding throughout the countryside, "Behind you are your parents, wives and children! And within the imperial city, the Xia Yuan who had stolen the dragon throne was no longer there. He is the king of my Great Xia Dynasty! For his own selfish desires, he did not hesitate to collude with Heavenly Demon and set up such an inhuman blood sacrifice formation with the intention of massacring the capital and sacrificing the common people!"
His voice was full of grief, indignation and righteousness, and was extremely inflammatory.
"Such a tyrant is an outrage to both humans and gods, and heaven and earth will not tolerate it! Today, I, Wei Zheng, will obey the heavens and obey the people, carry out the righteous deed of slaying the emperor, and punish Demon Emperor! For the Great Xia Dynasty, for the common people, and for the lights of thousands of families behind us, we will create a bright future!"
"Qing Jun is on your side! Kill Demon Emperor!"
"Qing Jun is on your side! Kill Demon Emperor!"
Tens of thousands of troops were completely ignited with fighting spirit by these words. They roared in unison, and the sound shook the sky. The gathered Ironblood Sha Qi even temporarily diluted the ominous aura brought by "Nine Heavens Blood Sacrifice Grand Array".
For a time, the two forces representing Great Xia Dynasty's highest power were at war inside and outside the capital.
A bloody civil war that could overthrow the entire dynasty and kill countless people was about to break out.
However, neither the crazy Emperor Xia, who was immersed in the fantasy of becoming an immortal, nor the self-proclaimed incarnation of justice, Wei Zheng, noticed.
On the roof of an inconspicuous teahouse less than ten miles away from the imperial city, a shadow in a blue shirt was sitting leisurely at a rosewood table, holding a cup of steaming Yuqian Longjing in his hand.
In front of him, there was a simple bronze mirror floating in the air. The mirror clearly reflected the panoramic view of the confrontation between the two forces Emperor Xia and Wei Zheng inside and outside the imperial city.
He is the incarnation of Sword Demon Zhang Cheng's kind thoughts, a chess player who is more skillful and dangerous than Emperor Xia and Wei Zheng.
"What a wonderful drama."
The corner of Zhang Cheng's mouth evoked a calm smile that contained pearls of wisdom, as if he was enjoying a shadow puppet show that had already been scripted by him.
"Xia Yuan, Wei Zheng, you guys fight, the harder the fight, the better."
He took a sip of tea, his eyes flashing with cold calculation.
"When both of you lose, this Great Xia Dynasty's vast land, together with the nine pieces of Dragon-Suppressing Stone that suppress my body, will all be mine."
He seemed to have seen his own body getting out of trouble, holding Dragon-Suppressing Stone, blasting away Heavenly Gate, coming to Upper World, and achieving a bright future of supreme swordsmanship.
The three forces and the three crews all think that they are the only protagonists of this drama. They all think that they are firmly in control of the direction of the script, and they are all waiting for the best opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to their opponent.
The sky in the capital was terrifyingly gloomy, as if it would be completely torn apart by these three terrifying forces at any time.
It was at this time.
There was a terrifying murderous intention that could not be described in words, was pure to the extreme, and seemed to split the sky, this earth, and everything in this world with a knife, without any warning.
Rising suddenly from the bottom of everyone's heart!
That killing intent was so cold, so domineering, so undisguised!
It ignored the layers of defensive restrictions of the imperial city's national defense formation, ignored the military barrier of Wei Zheng composed of tens of thousands of troops Ironblood Sha Qi, ignored the evil and weird Nine Heavens Blood Sacrifice Grand Array of Emperor Xia...
It is like a sword that fell from Nine Heavens, and like the cold gaze of an ancient god of death, accurately and ruthlessly falling into the depths of everyone's soul!
On the top of the imperial city, the fanatical smile on Emperor Xia's face froze in an instant, as if someone had poured a basin of cold water from Nine Nether's ice spring over his head.
In front of the rebel formation, the righteous and awe-inspiring expression on Wei Zheng's face turned into horror. The war horse under his crotch let out a cry, and was so frightened by the killing intent that it paralyzed to the ground.
On the roof of the teahouse, the calm smile on Zhang Cheng's face disappeared. The tea cup in his hand made a "pop" sound and he unconsciously crushed it into powder.
At the same time, the faces of the three self-righteous "protagonists" changed dramatically, and they suddenly raised their heads and looked at the dim sky that was completely shrouded in endless killing intent.