Great Dao Ji

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"Save her, save her!"

"No matter who you are, a god or a devil, as long as you can save her, I am willing to give everything I have."

"Save her, please save her!"

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Fuzzy and clear murmurs kept ringing in the depths of the soul, and the humility and pleading in them were extremely strong.

Involuntarily, he woke up from the pain in his soul.

In a daze, he tried to gather his energy and recalled everything that had happened, mainly to accept the obscure memories that suddenly appeared in his soul.

It was the language, part of the text, some martial arts, and some scattered human geography of a strange world.

The most important thing is the pleading and entanglement of an unnamed person codenamed "Ma Shisan".

'I died, died in the explosion of the sun...'

'No, I'm not dead...'

‘I am, Mu Longcheng! ’

Like lightning piercing the soul, Mu Longcheng's spirit was shaken, regardless of the murmurs coming from his soul.

Suddenly, his eyes opened.

Boom!

Rolling thunder exploded on the earth, and the light of lightning pierced the sky, illuminating the gloomy rain curtain.

Thunder, lightning, heavy rain, freezing temperatures, overturned alien chariots, blood-stained mud, corpses one after another...

There were shouts of killing not far away, as well as the clash of swords one after another, and the sound of gold and iron clashing.

Everything came into his heart, captured one by one by him, and then refined into more subtle messages.

The years when vegetation grows, the substances contained in rainwater, and even the force contained in the sound of gold and iron colliding...

Snap!

Raindrops slapped on the leaves, rolled and fell into the pile of dead bodies soaked in blood, and dripped into the corners of Mu Longcheng's eyes.

He did not blink, letting the rain slide across the corner of his eyes. He raised his slippery palms, overturned the cold body beside him, and covered the ferocious knife marks on his left chest.

"The pain I haven't seen for a long time..."

He turned over and sat up, looking at everything hazy in the rain. Even the clash of swords, fighting and yelling, and the sound of limbs tearing made him so intoxicated.

"Why am I so happy? Because of the new life? No, it's not just this..."

Mu Longcheng murmured in his heart, but it did not prevent him from accepting the memories in his mind.

The Dayong Dynasty was the name of the country he was in at this time.

This is a country similar to the ancient Zhou Dynasty in Xuanxing. The emperor ruled from the top of the arch, and 84,000 frontier officials, princes, or kings divided the various lands.

The 80,000 princes may be large or small. The small ones lead tens of millions of people and have billions of subjects. The large ones govern the states, and the territory is hundreds of times larger than the former.

The emperors of the Dayong Dynasty have been standing high in the divine city, overlooking all the people in the world, for more than 800,000 years!

The original owner of this body was the young groom who lived in the residence of the ‘Marquis Chen’, a minor prince of the Dayong Dynasty.

Codenamed ‘Ma Thirteen’, he specializes in taking care of a white jade dragon colt that can travel thousands of miles a day.

"Dragon Colt..."

Mu Longcheng looked east, where the fighting was most intense.

Many men in black wielded swords and slashed at the guards, attacking a luxurious chariot ridden by a white horse with a shoulder height of eight feet, a cold breath, and an extremely ferocious white horse.

"Save her, save her!"

Just as Mu Longcheng looked at the chariot, strong thoughts, humility, pleading, and even threats came from deep in his soul.

This is an obsession that the original owner has never given up.

This slave groom, codenamed "Ma Shisan", is deeply in love with Miss Chen Housan in the chariot.

The original owner's obsession was very deep, lingering in his entire body, and his extremely strong request urged him to protect Miss Thirteen, whom he had actually seen only a few times.

"The human heart is delicate. Do you have admiration for your 'master' who whips and scolds you at will? No, it's just dog nature."

Mu Longcheng chewed on the memory of the original owner in his heart, thoughtfully.

He didn't care about the original owner's obsession, but he was curious about the means by which the royal family of Dayong Dynasty suppressed the princes of the world for 800,000 years.

The original owner's pitifully few memories contained traces of real 'gods and demons'.

In fact, the thirteenth princess and her younger brother seemed to be going to the real sect of gods and demons, the Xuandu Sect.

So, these men in black...

Bang!

While Mu Longcheng was thinking about it, the battle situation not far away changed again.

In the chariot, a thin and short figure lifted the curtain and came out. A low shout shook the surrounding rain, and at the same time, a handleless broken sword passed through the rain.

Immediately, screams and stumps took off, and the spray of blood danced with the heavy rain.

In less than an instant, the many men in black who were surrounding and killing each other were already retreating, leaving a mess of casualties.

"Surrounding the chariot of Marquis Chen's mansion, I'm afraid you don't have the guts to do it alone."

A thin old man stood on the back of a white horse with his hands behind his hands. His sinister eyes swept over the man in black with a frightened expression, and he said lightly:

"Friends over there, stop hiding, come out!"

"Hahaha!"

The sound moved in all directions, and the rain curtain and the forest trembled. A majestic mountain-like figure broke through the rain curtain, carrying the force of the mountain toppling and pressing towards the skinny old man:

"I'm out, what will happen to you old dog?"

call!

The invisible aura came across, and the pouring rain was silenced for a moment. The cold atmosphere filled the surroundings, making everyone's teeth tremble.

"Mountain Bow?!"

Seeing who was coming, the old man's face suddenly darkened, and a look of fear flashed in his eyes: "How dare you be an enemy of my Chen family?!"

The old man's heart sank.

This Shan Gong was a famous thief in the Chen State. His methods were ruthless and cruel, and he had killed countless people.

"Not to mention you old dog, but Chen Ba came first, so what can we do?"

Shan Gong sneered and raised his hand:

"Let's see, your Wind and Thunder Sword is almost as powerful as Chen Baxian!"

Beng Beng Beng Beng~~~

Almost at the same time Shan Gong raised his hand, there were thunderous sounds exploding in the rain curtain.

Immediately, a series of bright or dark arrows roared towards them with a harsh sonic boom.

"How dare you!"

The old man's eyes widened angrily, and the flying sword hanging behind him trembled suddenly, drawing out a series of silver blades and slashing at the rain of arrows coming from all directions.

Zhengzhengzheng~

Wherever the sword light reached, all kinds of arrows were chopped down.

But the old man's complexion changed drastically. After several waves of arrows were struck, his complexion turned pale:

"There is a divine archer?!"

"Is this the only way?"

Seeing the old man's sword light slowing down, Shan Gong sneered and took a step forward, letting out a roar of thunder as countless mud and water splashed everywhere:

"kill!"

boom!

A roar that shook the earth.

In just an instant, the surrounding trees and even the rain curtain were cut off by invisible sound waves.

The flying sword trembled.

"not good!"

The old man's eyes were about to burst. As he took a step forward, he waved his sleeves and set off a violent wave of air, lifting the white horse and the chariot dozens of feet away:

"Little Master, run away!"

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"No, no, save her, save her!"

As if sensing something, the roar from the depths of Mu Longcheng's soul became even crazier, as if he was ready to regain control of this body.

This action finally made Mu Longcheng wake up from his deep thoughts, and he glanced at the battle that was about to end in the distance.

He scolded softly: "Quack!"

The sound moved the heart. Mu Longcheng's heart surged for just a moment, and the obsession deep in his soul seemed to have been hit hard, and he let out a scream.

"No!"

Obsession trembled in front of Mu Longcheng's eyes. He turned pale, whined and kowtowed: "Take everything you want, I just ask you to save her..."

Kill them all, kill them all! "

"It's sad..."

Mu Longcheng sighed quietly and stood up from the rain. His body was shaken away by the cold mud and water.

"Um?!"

Shan Gong, who had just knocked the old man away with one blow, was shocked. He suddenly turned around and saw a young man in coarse cloth walking toward the battlefield among the bloody limbs.

"Who is that? The groom?"

The old man, who was coughing up blood and staggering after being hit by a blaster, saw this scene, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Slave? Guard?"

At the same time as Shan Gong's thoughts flashed, his men in ambush had already shot arrows one after another, intending to kill him and the previous guards.

But the next moment, his expression became condensed.

That rain of arrows, which was enough to tear the air and penetrate ten layers of iron armor, was approaching the side of the slave-like young man.

Suddenly stopped!

"How come?"

As soon as Shan Gong's thoughts changed, he saw a pair of calm and cold eyes.

"Everyone come out."

He heard the young man say this, and then he found that many dead soldiers who only obeyed his orders walked out obediently and silently!

Then, hold the bow, nock an arrow, draw the bow to the full moon, and shoot in succession!

Bang bang bang!

Accompanied by screams, all the men in black were shot dead on the spot, except for Shan Gong who was stunned in place!

Immediately, in the incredulous eyes of the old man, the man behind the carriage curtain, those archers bent their bows and set arrows.

After shooting all the men in black, he put the bow around his neck, fully drawn it, and released it.

Poof!

Springs of blood rose into the sky, staining large areas of rainwater red, which was shocking.

"You, you..."

The mountain bow is like being struck by thunder.

Seeing the young man coming through the wind and rain, he frantically wanted to escape, but he could only watch as his palms were raised.

Slowly and heavily, the head was smashed into the chest in just one stroke!

"You, you are the groom?"

The old man came back to his senses at this time, but still didn't remember the boy's name. He forced a smile and was about to say something when he heard a "sand" in his ears.

Immediately, the scenery in front of him changed. In the last corner of his vision, he saw his headless body standing upright.

‘I was beheaded by my own flying sword? ’

The last thought flashed through, and everything fell into absolute darkness.

"No, no!"

Seeing the old man die, the original owner's obsession seemed to realize something, and he suddenly became crazy.

"No, you can't, you can't!"

call!

Mu Longcheng gently raised his hand, and the handleless flying sword was hovering on his palm.

"no?"

He raised his head and glanced at the dark clouds that were gradually dispersing. With a shake of his hand, the flying sword came through the air and hit the old woman who had just opened the car curtain with a look of astonishment on her face.

And the delicate girl with a frightened face running through it:

"What do your love, hate, and grudges have to do with me?"