Li Changsheng looked down at his disciple who had only half of his body left, and released his perception slightly. This place was a full 20 miles away from the city.
That is to say, he crawled 50 miles in this posture, and it took him three months to crawl from the time he lost contact. Foundation-building cultivators are also human beings, they can get tired and die.
“Is it worth it?”
The Sword Sect disciple did not answer, but continued with his broken voice, "Your Excellency, please kill all the corpse ghosts in this city. They are no longer human. I was born in the Wei Dynasty, and I don't want to see the bodies of my elders and fellow countrymen suffer."
"There is no place in this world where they can rest in peace. At least let them rest in peace."
"I will."
Li Changsheng placed the Sword Sect's disciples in an old temple in the nearby mountains, gave them a pill, and then walked out of the old temple.
Before leaving, Li Changsheng asked, "What's your name?"
"Yu Wuan, there is no time to choose a Taoist name."
"Let's call ourselves Guanwu."
A smile appeared on the mud-covered face, his eyelids kept drooping and opening, and he tried his best to look up at the Taoist's back.
"Thank you for the name, Your Majesty."
clang!
White light enveloped the sky and the earth, and the heavy rainstorm instantly dissipated in the sword light, and a shrill wail was heard in the void.
After a while, the Taoist walked into the dilapidated temple again, and the sunlight followed his footsteps and shone in quietly.
Spots of glow sprinkled on half of his body, and he had a faint smile on his lips, not afraid of the coming of death.
Li Changsheng looked down at him, took out a booklet from his pocket, and the ancient sword in his hand turned into a brush, writing stroke by stroke.
"Yu Wu'an, also known as Guanwu, was a member of the Wei Dynasty. He fought against the demons for three months, bleeding for thousands of miles but surviving. He finally saved the people from danger and died at the age of 22."
"I hope future generations will knock on it."
With a "swish" sound, the paper was torn off and floated out of the ruined temple with the breeze, leaving the stele on the ground.
The first alliance meeting of the Eight Immortals of Yunzhou was chosen to be held on a high mountain with beautiful scenery. This is originally a famous mountain in the ordinary world, and many poets have left poems on it that have been passed down for thousands of years.
There was a faint smell of blood in the air. A head fell to the ground, and bright red blood kept dripping down the mountain path, all the way to the foot of the mountain.
Li Changsheng raised the Heavenly Sword high and chopped off the last man's head. Perhaps because he was too exhausted or too tired, blood splashed directly onto his face, staining half of his hair red.
He turned his head slightly and looked around, what he saw were the corpses of enemies and the corpses of Sword Sect disciples.
"Yu Nannan, Taoist name Qiu Sui, daughter of Yu Wuan, killed the Eight Immortals with her sword to save the people of Jing Dynasty from becoming beasts of burden. Her achievements helped to bring order to the world and saved the people of Liming. She died at the age of 15."
"I hope future generations will knock on it."
Yellow paper fell to the ground and a stone tablet was born.
He Kun glanced at the stone tablet and said, "You don't need to do this. Your achievements can also be recorded in the tablet."
Li Changsheng said calmly: "My life is longer than the monument, why should I erect a monument?"
"Brother Li, please don't erect a monument for me when I die."
"I didn't intend to erect a monument for you from the beginning."
The two men walked down the mountain, stepping on the corpses, and killed another thousand people while chatting and laughing.
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