Chapter 446 News

Kill, kill, and kill!

Lin Qingsheng had no idea how long this war had lasted. The blood had stained his blue clothes red, making him look like a monster crawling out of hell.

He could clearly feel the blood sticking his clothes and skin together, like some kind of smelly glue.

This may be the reason why Yao Guangxiao, the monk in black, likes black. In this world, black is the only color that will not be stained red by blood.

"kill!"

The terrifying war roars tore everything apart. The entire Ming army seemed tireless. They still maintained their original spirit and original speed of attack, like one tireless machine after another, precise and stable.

The black-robed monk Yao Guangxiao still had his eyes half-closed, and he never seemed to take the person in front of him seriously. He looked down on others, as if a strong man was standing on the top of a mountain, looking down on those who were still climbing below.

No matter what kind of killing there is, it cannot move him in the slightest, his eyes are always cold and ruthless.

I don’t know if this was the first time the war cry was heard. It was like the beat of drums in a great battle, with astonishing momentum in its dullness.

Since that day, Lin Qingsheng no longer knew which level of heaven he was in.

The black-robed prime minister from eight hundred years ago seemed tireless, like the sharpest spear piercing through layer after layer of heaven and earth.

Lin Qingsheng felt that what the black-robed prime minister wanted was to completely penetrate the thirty-three heavens. If it were someone else, Lin Qingsheng might think it was a joke, but this person who lived eight hundred years ago might really do so.

He has this strength and this confidence.

Furthermore, this monk also has the strongest murderous intent and a determination that no one can shake.

Corpses, blood, war drums, and constant roars became the main melody in Lin Qingsheng's ears, and also became the theme of the Thirty-Three Heavens.

I don’t know how many layers of the sky have turned into this scarlet color.

Is this what the Black-Robed Prime Minister understands as war?

If you dare to offend me, be prepared to die.

Lin Qingsheng had become somewhat numb to this kind of killing.

But at the same time, there was also an indescribable strange feeling that arose. He seemed to have no idea when he started to be able to hear the sounds from the Ming army.

As long as he concentrates, he can communicate with everyone in the Ming army, as if they were in perfect harmony.

This was a feeling that was difficult to describe in detail, as if he had been completely integrated into the Ming army and became a part of it.

His divine consciousness seemed to be wandering in the ocean of everyone's consciousness, and now they were like a whole.

Lin Qingsheng originally wanted to see what the black-robed monk Yao Guangxiao was thinking, but in the end he discovered that the black-robed monk Yao Guangxiao's heart seemed to be covered by a thick layer of blood mist.

Whenever Lin Qingsheng peeked, the blood mist seemed to prick his nerves.

This was a truly terrifying force that enveloped the black-robed monk entirely, making the skinny monk look like a Shura from hell.

Of course, in Lin Qingsheng's opinion, even a Shura from hell would be chopped in half upon seeing this skinny monk.

"It's the thirteenth heaven. You are much faster than I thought."

In a world dyed red by blood, the black-robed monk Yao Guangxiao spoke rarely, and there seemed to be a tone of satisfaction in his voice.

"What does this mean, Imperial Master?" Lin Qingsheng asked in confusion.

The black-robed monk Yao Guangxiao pointed at the army formation behind him, then pointed at Lin Qingsheng and said, "You should have noticed the connection between you and the entire Ming army formation, right?"

The black-robed monk Yao Guangxiao had a meaningful smile on his face.

Lin Qingsheng immediately came to his senses and realized that this was talking about the strange connection between him and the Ming army.

“Is there something special about this connection?”

The black-robed monk Yao Guangxiao narrowed his eyes and said, "If you want to control the Ming army, in addition to the method of using the Ming national destiny that I have taught you these days, you also need to have this kind of connection with the entire Ming army."

"You have to become one with the entire Ming army. This is the true mystery of the army. This power allows all soldiers to become one and can carry the power of the Ming dynasty. If you want to control the army, you must also become one with the entire army."

Lin Qingsheng understood a little. These days, this black-robed prime minister who lived eight hundred years before the Ming Dynasty, not only taught him how to use the national destiny of the Ming Dynasty, but also constantly cultivated the connection between Lin Qingsheng and the national destiny of the Ming Dynasty. Now this connection has been formed.

"Next, I will gradually hand over the entire military formation to you. You must familiarize yourself with the entire military formation." The black-robed monk Yao Guangxiao pointed to the sky, "The next twenty layers of heaven will be your training ground."

"this?"

Lin Qingsheng was a little flustered. Was this too hasty?

You know, he's never really tried it.

The Prime Minister in black wants to temper him directly through war. Is this too much?

The black-robed monk Yao Guangxiao seemed to know what he was thinking. He said softly:

"Don't worry, if you ever reach my current state, you will know that it is a huge burden for me to shoulder the fate of the Ming Dynasty."

"If one is free from this burden, then he can be said to be a monk who enjoys the vastness of the sea for fish to leap and the height of the sky for birds to fly."

This skinny imperial master of the Ming Dynasty who lived eight hundred years ago seemed to have a unique aura that made people believe in him unconsciously.

When Lin Qingsheng heard this, he paused and said, "National Master?"

"Um?"

"How do you compare to the one on Mount Zhongnan?"

Lin Qingsheng asked subconsciously. On the list compiled by Bai Xiaosheng, the young Taoist priest from Mount Zhongnan was still the best in the world, but in Lin Qingsheng's opinion, perhaps the National Master had a hope of surpassing him.

"Who?"

The skinny monk in black seemed to have recalled some memories and sighed:

"They are people who have truly reached the other shore, while we are just ordinary people who are still struggling to cross. How can we compare them?"

Lin Qingsheng did not expect that the other party had such a high opinion of that person, who had already stood on the other side. This was the highest evaluation Lin Qingsheng had ever heard.

"You have to know that in the great war between all races, not everyone could survive, let alone..."

When the black-robed Prime Minister Yao Guangxiao said this, he seemed to realize something and stopped talking about this topic.

Lin Qingsheng glanced at the prime minister in black, and he had a feeling that this prime minister in black of the Ming Dynasty might not be just the prime minister of the Ming Dynasty.

"We'll talk about this later. Rest for an hour, and then you'll take over my position and familiarize yourself with the military formation. Then you'll go to the Fourteenth Heaven in an hour."

The black-robed monk Yao Guangxiao glanced at Lin Qingsheng, and Lin Qingsheng could clearly feel that the power that the black-robed monk had previously carried had completely dissipated.

What was even more clearly felt was that the black-robed monk had disappeared from the Ming army.

It seemed that Lin Qingsheng had no choice but to accept it. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "National Master, do you really want to break through the Thirty-Three Heavens?"

"What else?"

The black-robed monk Yao Guangxiao chuckled and said:

"You have to understand, this is a war. Once the war starts, there is no turning back. Only one side will fall. And our current opponent is even stronger than you think."

“This has always been a road with no way back.”

War is always a road with no way out. It may even unfold as a joke and then bring eternal pain and memory to the world.

No one understands this better than the black monk.

………

The sky over Jiangyin was overcast with dark clouds, giving off a gloomy atmosphere, as if clouds were about to fall from the void.

The lights in the villa were on, dispelling the darkness. Master Buddha sat on the sofa, squinting his eyes as he read the news from Mount Tai.

During these days in the Ming Dynasty, battle reports from Mount Tai continued to arrive like snowflakes.

This war between the two worlds attracted too much attention. Countless people were worried about this war, and everyone was nervous before the war started.

But no one could have expected the situation today.

The black-robed Prime Minister Yao Guangxiao, who also served as the Ming Dynasty's national teacher, led the emperor's personal guards to fight against the Xingtian clan on Mount Tai. The Ming army only had one blow, and the corpses of the Xingtian clan on Mount Tai fell like heavy rain.

Afterwards, the black-clad Prime Minister Yao Guangxiao led the Ming army into the world of thirty-three heavens behind the bronze gate.

The whole world was shocked at that time. No one had expected that the black-robed prime minister from eight hundred years ago was so terrifying. The stalemate in the war was resolved when such news came out on the first day he arrived there.

In front of this black-robed prime minister, the Xingtian clan seemed unable to even fight back.

The entire Ming Dynasty media pushed this black-clad prime minister to the top in almost an instant, and countless news about this black-clad prime minister became hot searches in an instant.

Then good news kept coming in, first heaven, second heaven...

This Ming Dynasty imperial teacher was so fierce that he did not seem like a human being at all. He had the aura to break through the entire Thirty-Three Heavens and overwhelm the Thirty-Three Heavens. This reminded people of the famous generals in ancient times who conquered more than sixty cities in a row.

These good news gradually stabilized the morale of the people of the Ming Dynasty and also made the Buddha himself breathe a sigh of relief.

Although he had inherited the great wizard's legacy from the ancient bronze mirror, he was not ready to face the wilderness at least for now.

"As expected, a great reputation is not a false reputation. This Ming Dynasty National Master Yao Guangxiao is indeed extraordinary. What Mr. Ming said will not affect what I want to do. Did he know that this Ming Dynasty National Master was going to take action?"

The steel ball in the Buddha's hand kept turning, like a swimming yin-yang fish.

The wrinkled old servant standing beside the Buddha said slowly after hearing this: "I don't know much about this, but I know that the style of this Ming Dynasty Master Guo is very similar to that of the Buddha."

"But there is no such description. It is always the later generations who are like the predecessors. It is a bit embarrassing for me to say that."

Having said that, the steel ball in the Buddha's hand started to spin faster and faster, and he seemed to be thinking about something in his eyes.

"The most bloodthirsty monk?"

"But there is a huge difference between me and this guy. At the current speed, this black-robed prime minister may soon break through the entire thirty-three heavens."

The Buddha sighed deeply and exclaimed:

“You should know that this is the place established by the former emperor of mankind to isolate the human world from the wilderness. The guards here must be strong, but they are like paper in front of the great Ming imperial master.”

The shock that this black-robed prime minister gave to Lord Buddha was indeed extraordinary. He had already contacted some figures from the dark world who had entered the world after Bronze.

According to them, the first few levels of the sky had turned completely bloody, and the color of blood had dyed the clouds red.

It can be seen how many people the prime minister in black killed. The words "extermination of the clan" are definitely not a joke.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. I have now integrated the dark forces of the entire Ming Dynasty. The next step is to walk out of this door."

The Buddha waved his hand as if he didn't want to continue the topic. The old servant asked worriedly, "Will there be any danger?"

“Nature will not be peaceful.”

The Buddha stopped the steel ball in his hand and said, "You should know that the Ming Dynasty is a barrier that separates the outside world from us from under the car. Even the Western gods and the great monsters on the other side are no exception. But once you go out of this door, the world will be completely different."

“But this is also an opportunity, isn’t it?”

“Only adversity can force me to reach a higher level.”

As the levels of people that Buddha came into contact with became higher, he began to understand that the Ming Dynasty was indeed under some kind of protection that he did not understand.

This way, the gods cannot touch this place.

The old servant said worriedly: "But... this is very dangerous."

“Everything in this world is risky, and only risks bring rewards.”

The Buddha stopped talking here. At this time, the door was pushed open, and Bloody-handed Man-slayer and Maitreya Buddha walked in. The Buddha glanced at them and said:

"How have you investigated the situation outside?"

Blood Hand Man-Slayer was the first to speak: "The dark forces on the other side of the ocean are considered to be free-range, but it is said that they often clash with the demon tribe, and their combat effectiveness is not weak."

"In the West, it is said that the dark forces are actually the people of the Holy See."

“That’s very troublesome.”

The Buddha tapped his fingers on the table, his brows furrowed.

It is not a problem that the demon clan has strong combat power in the dark world. The only problem is that if the Holy See in the West gets involved, that would be the most uncomfortable thing.

This means that it is impossible for the Buddha to avoid the power of the gods. He may have a direct conflict with the power of the gods, which will inevitably be a tough battle.

Even for Buddha, the gods are an almost insurmountable peak.

Although there is only one letter difference between God and man, there is a world of difference between them.

After a moment of silence, the Buddha slowly said, "Let's deal with the other side of the ocean first. I will lead the team myself."

"As for the Westerners sending some people to test the waters, they should be careful and remember not to touch those sensitive nerves."

Bloody Hand Man-Slayer and Maitreya Buddha looked at each other and said:

"yes!"

(End of this chapter)