I'm going to restart my life

Chapter 105 [Let the flames sweep Chang'an! 】

When Mo Wuming heard his wife talk about killing pigs, he thought of his wife's hunting today.He knew his wife was comforting her.

"When the baby is born, let's go to Longhu Mountain!" Mo Wuming held his wife's hand, and he was also a little nervous to make this decision.

His wife wiped the blood on his face, which was scratched by bushes when he ran back to walk the mountain road.

She smiled virtuously and said, "No matter what you do, I will support you."

……

Dragon Tiger Mountain.

before the tomb.

"It's really fate, we meet again." The old man stood guard in front of the tomb and looked back at Mo Wuming and his wife.

Mo Wuming put the wine in front of the tombstone: "There is no fate, I came here specially to find you."

"Think clearly about being number one in the world?" The old man wiped the writing on the tombstone, and there was no name or surname on the tombstone.

"She's dead?" Mo Wuming avoided this sentence and asked instead.

"Well, I'm dead. But it's not that the cultivation is weak, it's that I'm too weak to keep my apprentice." The old man sighed, and then his eyes lit up again: "Although I can't...but you may be able. Do you want to try? "

He stood up and took out two boxes from the side.

"One is a method to preserve the inheritance, and the box cannot be opened by anyone who is not a hundred years old; the other is for people like you, called "Illustrated Record of Immortal Veins."

Holding the child in her arms, the wife asked curiously, "Do you want to record the nameless cultivation of immortal veins?"

The old man smiled and shook his head, "No! I want him to practice both!"

"Take all the spiritual energy from the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Spiritual Land! I only ask for two things!"

"The first thing is to keep the last spiritual vein! The inheritance of Longhu Mountain can be broken, but the monks in the world can't be broken!"

"One more thing...help me kill that dog emperor!" Speaking of the emperor, the old man gritted his teeth, his eyes were red, as if tears were about to fall.

Mo Wuming took the box: "I will kill the emperor! But it's not for you, it's for me!"

"I want the flame to burn forever in the sky of Chang'an!"

……

Chang'an City.

Royal Palace.

"Bold! Bold!" The emperor looked at the officials with a ferocious expression.

"Why are they rebelling? Why are they rebelling?" The emperor stepped down from the dragon chair and grabbed the collars of the ministers beside him: "When I first became the throne, I cut taxes for three years!! Amnesty for the world!! It's fine to be ungrateful! against!"

"These gangsters! Raiders! A group of white-eyed wolves!!"

Now the world is full of wars, and digging out spiritual veins is a waste of money and people. In order to meet the quota, the officials are very strict with the workers.It forced countless people who were filled with strong men to rebel!
"This this……"

The dignitaries below looked at each other two by two.

They are the noble "poet" class, and it is common for them to compete with the emperor, but they never thought that the world is now in war, which makes them, who usually manipulate public opinion with a high profile, shut their mouths tightly.

outside the palace.

Bazaar area.

People in the palace are in panic, but outside the palace is still a scene of prosperity.

People who stay in this capital can't see the hardships of the workers who move mountains and dig earth.

Everyone in the audience was still interested in listening to the storyteller.

"Crack!" The storyteller Xingmu clapped his hands, and was about to talk about his opening poem.

"If a bent tree is straight, it will eventually bend. It is difficult to raise a wolf as a dog to watch over the house."

"It doesn't take long to dye cormorants black with ink, but it's not long to paint crows white."

Mo Wuming shook his head as he listened. After so many years, there was still nothing new.

He finally knew what he hated about the poem.

On the surface, it is saying that people are easy to change, and their nature is hard to change. In fact, it seems to imply class solidification everywhere.

A beggar can only be a beggar for a lifetime, and an emperor will be an emperor for a lifetime!
It is really interesting to let such a poem be read in this busy city for ten years.

"Maybe I'm not born to be a dog!" Mo Wuming straightened up.

The storyteller is still talking about his opening poem.

"Candied Coptis chinensis must be bitter in the end, but hard-picked melons and fruits cannot be sweet."

"Good deeds must be done by kind people, how can ordinary people do them..."

The voice did not fall.

"boom!!"

A pillar of fire rose into the sky!

Mo Wuming slowly lifted into the sky with the pillar of fire.

Looking down at Chang'an City where he grew up, he said, "Twenty quarters of an hour! This is the time I give to mortals!"

"Say it again! Immortals destroy the city! Mortals retreat!"

The flames swept all directions!

Trapped the imperial palace in a sea of ​​flames!
People in the downtown area react the fastest!Twenty quarters of an hour is long enough!
"Run! The immortal is coming for revenge!"

"I have to bring my high-grade Xingmu!"

"Damn! I still have three taels of silver to spend!!"

……

Inside the palace.

All the officials were receiving the emperor's anger, but after a while, a real fire started outside.

"Why is it on fire! Where's the guard?"

"Where did this fire start?"

"Damn it! When I get out, I will definitely leave my post without permission. The guards will die!"

The wizard frowned on the side. He felt that there was a very threatening person outside. He came here just to plunder the resources of the witch, and he didn't want to die.

"Forget it, I have already killed a lot, so I can't be greedy anymore."

With these resources, the Wizarding Union can rise, and then use extraordinary power to unite with the country and annex the Great Cheng Kingdom!
After the annexation, all the priestess resources here truly belong to them!

Thinking of this, the wizard waved his staff to escape from here immediately.

"what happened?"

The staff didn't respond at all.

The wizard waved it twice again in disbelief, but the staff still didn't move.

This time he finally panicked!

"Your Excellency, I am Idrissa Lao Yali of the Wizarding Union, please show me your hand! Let me survive." The wizard immediately bowed to the ground according to the etiquette of Da Chengguo.

He has been here for a long time, and he has learned the language and etiquette by himself, and he can communicate normally even without magic power.

All the officials were shocked when they saw the usually unattainable master wizard kneeling directly.

All of a sudden, they realized the cause of the sea of ​​flames.

Before the officials could discuss it, they heard Mo Wuming's voice.

"Say it again, immortals destroy the city, and mortals retreat!"

Baiguan's face suddenly turned pale.

"How dare he? How dare he?"

"There is a difference between the monarch and the people! It's just a few years of cultivation! Dare to do such a thing!"

"I don't believe it! He dared to kill the emperor!!!"

Some people really don't believe it, while others are deliberately fighting.

But none of this mattered, because Mo Wuming was already standing in front of them.

The emperor was still sitting high on the dragon chair, looking down at Mo Wuming without changing his expression.

"There are too many immortals who want to kill me! But none of them succeeded!" The emperor snorted coldly, patted the dragon chair lightly, and in an instant, more than a dozen stone spears and giant crossbows were set up in the palace.

Under the dragon chair, there is an array of spirit stones, the defense is indestructible!
Even if ten immortals attack at the same time, they still have to frown together!
Seeing that the formation has been completed, all the officials breathed a sigh of relief.

This immortal crossbow killed many people who came to assassinate the emperor.It won't be a surprise to think about it this time.

Mo Wuming silently looked at the stone on the stone spear.

It's too wasteful to use those spirit stones as weapons, let's use them as fuel to ignite the flames of the old times!

The temperature above the lobby is gradually rising!

The immortal crossbow, which was originally given high hopes by the ministers, turned into fuel for the flame.

As for the spirit stone array under the emperor's feet, it is even more vulnerable!
"Impossible! This is a formation that can defend against the peak cultivators of Foundation Establishment!"

The emperor was sweating profusely, and for the first time a panic expression appeared on his face.

Mo Wuming took a step forward, shrinking his ground into a foot, and appeared in front of the emperor.

　The author who met in the group of contracted authors agreed to push him.Interested friends can take a look.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)