Fu Canglu

Chapter 202 Suzaku Void Flame Formation
Buddha Relics (22)
Master Zishan stretched his waist, squinted his eyes and took out the red fan from his waist.

Read to fan.

This red fan is known as the most important weapon of the Northern Wei Dynasty, but the world only knows its reputation, but not why it is worthy of the four words of "one country's most important weapon".

Xuan Shangyu looked over and over again at the red fan that he had overturned over the years, his eyes were in a trance, he slowly closed the fan, gently flicked his big purple robe, and walked to the front of the mansion.

He pushed open the door of the mansion.

A glimmer of light seeps in from the crack in the door.

The face of this great master is shining brightly.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and paused after slowly pushing open the mansion door.

The purple robe flies in the wind, and the long hair dances on the temples.

His eyes were slightly lost.

No hesitation.

Two points memory.

Think about it seven times.

Xuan Shangyu once locked himself in a quiet room and asked himself with all his heart.

This one solves a problem.

How can he be truly alive?

the meaning of being alive.

The pursuit of living.

Living these two simple words is better than all the problems in the world.

Xuan Shangyu searched hard, no matter how painful he was, he finally couldn't figure out what kind of trajectory he should live out under the Buddha's three life decisions.

He does not want to be assimilated by the deity.

His eyes moved back to the red fan.

This red fan, engraved on the fan with a romantic beauty, contains a huge amount of soul power, and its purpose is to hide the great formation of the country in Luoyang in the Northern Wei Dynasty.

This thousand-year-old capital of the Northern Wei Dynasty was renovated and established 16 years ago.

Build a country on top of the Buddha's remains.

Under the territory of the Northern Wei Dynasty, in a place that no one knows, there is a great formation that is unique in the world.

Suzaku is in a big formation.

Zipao calmed down for a quarter of an hour.

A quarter of an hour is enough for a person to think about many things.

And this Zishan great national master can only think ten times more than ordinary people for a quarter of an hour.

"Luoyang. It's time for rebirth."

Master Zishan lowered his head and looked at his mansion deep in the imperial capital.

Circle after circle of Qi machines swayed under his feet, and layer after layer of ripples seeped out from the depths of the ground and stirred up.

The purple robe swayed.

Xuan Shangyu put his hands behind his back and let out a breath slowly.

This grand formation was outlined and engraved by the holy blood of the great demon Suzaku of the Xixia Chess Palace, and the flames of the Suzaku burned all the falsehoods in the world.

Reborn from the ashes.

It is for Nirvana.

Once this great formation is triggered, the Vermilion Birds from all directions will burst into flames.

many years ago.

It is slightly different from the way the deity locked the Buddha's skeleton.

Xuan Shangyu locked himself in the quiet room, and finally the walls of the quiet room were shattered in all directions, covered with countless cobwebs, and stained with blood stains on the wall.

After all, he didn't figure out this problem that troubled countless people.

The Zishan Great Master's hair was disheveled, his face was dripping with blood, and his eyes were full of confusion.

Dao heart cracked inch by inch.

The pain that grew with each passing year was constantly entangled and torn in my heart.

Once the deity is out of trouble and he is assimilated by the Sansheng Jue, is he dead or alive?
He even thought about self-destruction to get rid of the shackles of the deity.

The game of chess is easy to break.

But not everything in the world is like that.

He couldn't break the game he set for himself.

Until the man from the Cao family walked in front of him wearing a pitch-black dragon robe that symbolized the supremacy of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

The man held out a hand to himself.

He held a red fan upside down in his hand.

Point the fan handle at yourself.

"Live for me."

"Live for the Northern Wei Dynasty."

"Live for yourself."

Master Zishan only had the red fan in his eyes.

That handle comes.

That one "live for yourself."

He finally figured it out.

To break the game is not to break the game that you have set for yourself.

The deity is the deity, and the self is the self.

When he took over the red fan, he was destined to have such a day.

From then on, the Suzaku array was ignited.

Turn the entire Luoyang into ashes.

Together with that Buddha skeleton.

Together with the monster deity in the self-locking Buddha skeleton.

There was already a fire burning behind Zishan Great Master, and he had a calm face, and after spreading the red fan in his hand, he slowly closed it.

The whole red fan was thrown into the formation by him.

The fan was instantly engulfed by the flames.

The entire mansion was ablaze, and the ancient scrolls of the Buddha's bones were quickly burned in the flames of the Vermilion Bird, and finally turned into nothingness.

Xuan Shangyu murmured softly: "The only thing I regret is that I didn't capture the heir of the Mu family alive."

He finally turned his back and watched Suzaku Xuyan, who was swallowing the world in front of him, rising slowly in front of him bit by bit.

Can the flame that is said to be able to incinerate fate also burn the remains of the Buddha?
"The lead has burned."

Master Zishan smiled softly.

"Everyone in Luoyang, let's add fuel to the fire together."

Facing the fire, the purple shirt retreated slowly, and finally retreated into the darkness.

Outside Luoyang City.

This was the first day of the Luoyang Scholars Banquet.

Suddenly an order came from the Northern Wei Palace.

The Luoyang city tower was ordered to close the sixteen bronze city gates as soon as it received the order.

This thousand-year-old capital put away its attitude of opening the door to welcome guests, and then closed its huge mouth.

The sixteen bronze city gates fell slowly, and the dust was flying.

Bite to death.

Fortunately, the scholar banquet was held, and all the scholars of the Northern Wei Dynasty entered the city early. Under such a huge momentum, the visitors from the rivers and lakes were absorbed into Luoyang like fish scales.

The few people who left the city were stopped by Senran Heijia, and they were told that Luoyang was closed at the moment, and they had to wait for a day to leave the city.

And the smiling face of the man surnamed Cao in the Northern Wei Dynasty put away, and these very few quacks could only consider themselves unlucky, kicking themselves into the iron plate and waiting obediently for a day.

As everyone knows, this thousand-year-old capital will usher in a huge catastrophe.

Luoyang Zhengnanmen.

The top of the city tower.

The eyebrows of the middle-aged man standing with his sword fluttered slightly in the wind.

He had a natural expression, closed his eyes, and looked like a master.

Behind him, there are three hundred heavy crossbowmen of the Northern Wei Dynasty lined up one by one.

The ground trembled.

The sound of the heavy mechanical bite cadenced under his feet.

The city gate of Luoyang is slowly falling, once the bronze cast by Wan Jun is bitten to death, who can easily break in except the great practitioner who stepped that step?
He is waiting for someone.

The Xuanhuang sword in his arms trembled slightly.

Zong Heng slowly opened his eyes.

The field of vision in front of him is extremely wide.

A swift figure suddenly appeared at the end of the line of sight.

A black horse gallops across a vast expanse of land, its hooves raised and lowered.

It was like thunder.

The young man in coarse linen on the back of the black horse looked a little pale, and his brows and eyes were full of travel and dust. Traveling northward from Lanling City in Qiliang to Luoyang in the Northern Wei Dynasty was an extremely exhausting task.

What's more, he had a fight with Chen Wanjuan riding Qingluan on the Qijiang River?
Xiao Buyi took a deep breath and raised his head.

Looking up, he saw the densely packed heavy crossbowmen on the top of Luoyang City.

He exhaled slowly.

The momentum is like a rainbow.

One man and one rider are better than thousands of troops.

The black horse under the seat roared wildly and neighed.

The bronze city gate in the south of Luoyang slowly fell, and accompanied by the heavy and slow sound of the bronze falling, the sound of the machine springs snapping on the head of Luoyang city was sharp and piercing.

In an instant, a row of black shadows shot out, breaking through a distance of hundreds of feet, and nailed to the ground.

A row of densely packed heavy crossbow arrows.

The black horse roared loudly, raised its hooves, lightened its back, and slapped itself on the waist with a force, and finally turned half of its body in the air. The horse's hooves fell, snorted, and stared down at him who was only a few feet away from him. The huge pitch-black arrowhead.

A gully opened.

The somewhat psychic black horse raised its huge head in a daze.

The young man in sackcloth was no longer on horseback.

The elegant-looking young man leaped high, and fell down at the highest point, splashing a huge cloud of dust.

A figure as swift as an arrow jumped out of the dust.

The distance between the coarse sackcloth and the city of Luoyang is only a hundred feet.

Filling and charging, the second round of huge crossbow arrows disappeared on the machine tool in an instant.

The captain in charge of commanding the Qingluan Camp, a heavy crossbowman in the Northern Wei Dynasty, looked at the middle-aged man standing with his sword in his arms.

He was a little confused.

Why is Luoyang, which opened its gates, so abnormal today?

Why did the palace specially send this person to Luoyang city?

Just to intercept such an unpretentious young man?
Right now, with the young man's rushing speed and the restriction of the heavy crossbow, this is destined to be the last round of shooting.

According to Master Xuanhuangjian's intention, he still moved ten feet forward to see the warning.

The captain couldn't figure it out, that Master Xuanhuangjian came here specially to prevent that young man from entering the city, what kind of person, entering Luoyang City, would make the palace fearful to such an extent?

And the heavy crossbow burst out
Even the sound of breaking through the air is not as fast as the heavy crossbow arrows!
First, the ground was pierced by powerful arrowheads, splashing countless dust, and then the sound of crossbow arrows chasing after them piercing through the air scattered the dust all over the sky!
The dust finally cleared.

The captain squinted his eyes, but he didn't see the young man in coarse linen in his expected line of sight.

He raised his head again and looked at the empty city of Luoyang in astonishment.

The figure of Master Xuanhuangjian who stood on the top of the city with his sword in his arms for more than half an hour also disappeared.

In the blind spot of Luoyang city head.

Almost directly below.

Below the city head depression.

Obstructing everyone's line of sight.

Xiao Buyi finally let out a breath of foul air from his chest.

They ran thousands of miles just to enter Luoyang City.

He raised his head slowly.

First, he looked at a person blocking his sight, then moved his gaze upwards, and looked at the huge bronze city gate that was separated from him by a person.

The huge bronze door finally fell down.

The dust slowly settled.

Luoyang clung to the sixteen giant gates and closed them into a dead city.

Xiao Buyi sighed slightly.

I feel a little sorry.

More, it is not unexpected.

Because the distance between this bronze city gate and Xiao Buyi is really only one person.

Strictly speaking, a sword can be added to the distance between them.

The middle-aged man standing with his sword in his arms looked calm, and looked down at the young man who was very close to him. His back was tightly pressed against the huge bronze gate,
The Xuanhuang sword in his arms slowly slid down and plunged into the ground.

A sword was between himself and the young man who had come all the way from Qiliang.

separated by a sword.

It is separated by thousands of rivers and mountains.

It's like separating the Northern Wei and Qi Liang.

Is the real moat.

(End of this chapter)