Chapter 462 Ji Fa committed suicide, and there will be no more Western Qi Western Qi One hundred thousand soldiers looked at Jiang Ziya, at the golden light of Investiture of the Gods, and at the purple light of God-Striking Whip.
Some people closed their eyes, some gritted their teeth, and some had trembling hands.
Ji Fa stood on the handsome car, looking at the faces of the one hundred thousand soldiers, looking at the faces that turned from fear to despair, and from despair to resignation.
He slowly closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, those eyes were full of despair.
"I... understand."
When the four words fell, I felt relieved.
He drew his sword, but the blood on the sword was still wet. It was the blood of his own Western Qi soldiers, and it was stained in the fight just now.
Ji Fa looked at the sword and his own face reflected on the sword.
"Jiang Ziya."
When he spoke, his voice became much calmer.
"You are right, Shang Dynasty has exhausted its power, and Western Qi will replace it. This is the general trend."
"I defeated Zhou for the sake of the common people in the world."
"Now that we are defeated, it is for the sake of the world."
"If I die, this Investiture of the Gods Tribulation can be brought to an end as soon as possible, and the world can be brought to peace as soon as possible."
"Then I will admit it."
As the voice fell, he raised his hand and flashed Sword Light, blood spurting out.
That resolute figure slowly fell down.
There was nothing on top of the handsome car, except for the sword, which was stuck on the wooden board, and the sword body trembled slightly.
Western Qi The soldiers looked at the fallen figure, at the spilled blood, and at the handsome empty car.
I don't know who knelt down first.
"Your Majesty..."
Then the second, and the third.
One hundred thousand troops knelt on the ground, and the sound of kowtows was like rolling thunder.
"King!!!"
The sound shook the fields, echoed in front of Sishui Pass, and echoed in the twilight and setting sun.
Jiang Ziya looked at the fallen figure, his expression unchanged.
But in the depths of those clear eyes, a very faint light flashed.
That light is neither compassion nor guilt.
Just a sense of relief.
He turned around and faced the Shang Army formation.
Duobao stands in the void, with his hands behind his back, his golden robe rustling in the wind.
Kong Xuan Five-Colored Divine Light sways, Zhao Gongming golden light flows, San Xiao each takes its place.
Behind him, Interception Sect immortals hung in the void, covered in darkness.
Jiang Ziya looked at them and bowed slightly.
"Brothers."
"Western Qi has surrendered, Ji Fa has died."
"Investiture of the Gods Tribulation, it's time to end."
Duobao looked at him, looking at that calm but exhausted face, and remained silent for a moment.
Then, he spoke slowly.
"Jiang Ziya, you did a good job."
When the five words fell, I felt relieved.
Jiang Ziya Stand up straight.
Holding the Investiture of the Gods and God-Striking Whip with both hands, he stepped forward and walked towards the Shang Army formation.
Every step he takes steps on a pool of blood.
Every step he took was on that broken battlefield.
Shang Army The soldiers looked at the gray figure, with awe, complexity, and an indescribable emotion in their eyes.
Here he comes.
The person who assists Western Qi and is the enemy of the Shang Dynasty.
The person in charge of Investiture of the Gods and Daitian Investiture of the Gods.
The man who finally forced Western Qi to kill himself with a hundred thousand troops.
Here he comes.
Not here to fight, not to conquer.
I'm here to put an end to this Investiture of the Gods Tribulation.
Wen Zhong stood in front of the formation, with light shining in his three eyes.
He looked at Jiang Ziya, looking at the calm but tired face, and nodded slightly.
"Jiang Ziya."
"I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Jiang Ziya fell in front of him and bowed slightly.
"Master."
"Poor Daoist is late."
Wen Zhong shook his head slightly.
"It's not too late, it's just the right time."
"Vice Sect Master has just sent a message saying that Hongjun has left, Heavenly Dao has collapsed, and the matter of Investiture of the Gods is left to your sole discretion."
Jiang Ziya nodded.
He turned around and faced Sky Dome.
Hold up the Investiture of the Gods and God-Striking Whip with both hands.
The golden light is dense and the purple light is flowing.
On top of that Investiture of the Gods, countless True Spirit are floating in it.
Yuanshi, Laozi, Jieyin, Zhunti, Nuwa.
Five Heavenly Dao Sage's True Spirit.
There are also True Spirit of those Chan Sect, Human Sect, and Western Sect disciples.
Jiang Ziya looked at the list, looked at the countless ups and downs True Spirit, and took a deep breath.
"In that case, I will first hand over Investiture of the Gods to Vice Sect Master."
Duobao nodded slightly, Investiture of the Gods really still needs Vice Sect Master to make a decision.
He turned around and faced the dark Interception Sect immortals behind him.
"Junior brothers and sisters."
Duobao spoke, his voice was not high, but it penetrated the dusk clearly.
"Investiture of the Gods Tribulation is gone, Hongjun is gone, Heavenly Dao has collapsed."
"I'm waiting here, there's no more fighting."
"Vice Sect Master should be waiting at Golden Ao Island at this time."
"I'll wait and go back to Golden Ao Island."
After the voice fell, Interception Sect all the immortals nodded.
Kong Xuan stood beside him, Five-Colored Divine Light swaying slightly.
In the depths of those unruly eyes, there was a rare hint of relief at this moment.
"Okay."
"Return to Golden Ao Island."
Golden-Winged Great Peng took a step forward, the golden light was sharp, and the sound was like gold and stone.
"After beating for so long, my bones are almost falling apart."
"Go back and have a good rest."
Saint Mother Wudang stood behind him, with a faint smile appearing on his cold face at this moment.
"Yeah."
"It's time to go back."
Saint Mother Guiling nodded, Saint Mother Jinling nodded.
San Xiao stood side by side, Yun Xiao raised his hand, and a blue light passed by his side.
"Let's go."
"Vice Sect Master is still waiting for us."
Duobao turned around and took one last look at the dilapidated Sishui Pass, at the kneeling Western Qi army, and at the gray figure.
"Let's go."
With one word falling, he took one step forward.
The golden figure turned into a stream of light and galloped towards the east.
Kong Xuan followed closely, and Five-Colored Divine Light fell short.
Golden-Winged Great Peng flaps its wings, golden light is like a rainbow.
Wu Dang, Gui Ling, Jin Ling, three streamers followed closely behind.
San Xiao turned into three cyan lights, cutting through the dusk.
Behind him, dozens of Primordial Origin Golden Immortal and countless Daluo Golden Immortal all set off.
Countless streams of light, such as Hundred Rivers Return to the Sea, move in the direction of the East Sea.
In the direction of Golden Ao Island.
Gallop away.
Above Sky Dome, the dense stream of light falls like a river of stars.
Illuminating the entire ruined battlefield in front of Sishui Pass.
Illuminating the 100,000 kneeling Western Qi soldiers.
Illuminating the fallen Ji Fa.
Illuminating the Jiang Ziya standing in a pool of blood.
Jiang Ziya raised his head, looking at the countless rays of light going away, and looking at the direction in which the golden figure disappeared.
Holding Investiture of the Gods and God-Striking Whip in both hands, golden light and purple light complement each other in the twilight.
He was silent for a moment, then spoke in a low voice.
"Master."
Wen Zhong stood beside him, with divine light looming in his three eyes.
"Huh?"
Jiang Ziya said, "It's time for Poor Daoist to go to Golden Ao Island."
Wen Zhong looked at him, looking at that calm but tired face, and nodded slowly.
"Go ahead."
"Vice Sect Master is waiting for you."
Jiang Ziya bowed slightly.
"Thank you so much, Grand Master, for taking care of me these days."
Wen Zhong waved his hand.
"You're welcome. Although you are assisting Zhou, your heart is Interception Sect."
"You have contributed a lot to this battle. Vice Sect Master will definitely reward you based on your merits."
Jiang Ziya didn't answer, he just straightened up and looked up to the east.
The light streaming across the sky is getting further and further away.
He took a deep breath and took a step forward.
The gray figure also turned into a stream of light, heading in the direction of Golden Ao Island.
Before Sishui Pass, silence returned.
The setting sun finally sets, and night falls quietly.
In the pool of blood, the fallen figure gradually became cold.
The one hundred thousand kneeling Western Qi soldiers were still kneeling there, and no one got up.
Wen Zhong stood in front of the formation, looking at the kneeling figures.
There was sighing and heaviness in his three eyes, but there was no trace of pity.
"Here comes someone."
When he spoke, his voice was low.
"Collect Ji Fa's body and give it a generous burial. From today on, there will be no more Western Qi."
Shang Army soldiers all agreed.
The sound echoed in the night for a long time.