I asked you to play the dungeon, but you are here to raise the BOSS?

The appearance of Songjia Mountain City is majestic and ferocious, with an atmosphere of attack, defense and killing.

Entering the inner city, there is an atmosphere of peace and tranquility.

Thousands of houses are dotted throughout the city, divided into education, commerce, military, entertainment and other areas, connected by dozens of orderly bluestone-paved avenues.

It rises step by step according to the mountainous terrain, and each level is connected by stone steps and slopes, making it convenient for residents to get off and off by car.

Trees and flowers are planted along the road, and spring water from the mountain is introduced to form streams, forming small bridges and flowing water. The scenery of the Jiangnan gardens with ponds and pavilions is like a huge mountain garden.

Passing through the towering ninth-floor pavilion and the elegant Song clan main building complex, you can see a looming courtyard gate, which seems to be isolated from the entire Song family mountain city.

When you open the courtyard door, you will see a magnificent five-bay wooden house with a plaque engraved with the three characters "Mo Dao Hall" on it.

In front of the house, there is a locust tree that is more than ten feet tall and seems a bit outrageous.

The branches and leaves of the locust tree are like giant umbrellas, encompassing the entire courtyard.

It's cool and cool, but the whole courtyard also looks gloomy, as if it's in a cold storage.

"A mountain city is built along with water, which inevitably breeds yin energy and sometimes attracts some monsters."

"Song has lived here for a long time and has never needed servants to serve him. Therefore, he used the method of feng shui to absorb the qi and introduced most of the yin qi in the city into this place."

Song Que said calmly: "Occasionally, we encounter some demon foxes, demon snakes and the like, which are just suitable for Song to practice swordsmanship with."

"The Lord of Song Dynasty is so elegant and happy."

Lin Xuan was speechless and laughed.

Song Que's sword intent was naturally much more powerful than that of the "Human Martial Saint" Zuo Qianhu.

There shouldn't be any demon kings or saints in this plane, and there probably aren't any monsters at the level of the Black Mountain Old Demon.

If it were the little monsters in Liaozhai that had not yet transformed, Song Que could probably kill them all with one blow.

Even if a few female brats come, Song Que should be able to defeat him easily.

But living in such a gloomy place all day is still quite like the underworld...

Lin Xuan naturally does not have such unique interests and hobbies.

"Life is unpredictable. If Song were to live another life, it might not be like this."

Song Que didn't take it seriously and pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The huge space of the Grinding Hall was extremely empty.

The only decoration is on the walls on both sides, which are hung with more than a dozen swords of different shapes.

Against the wall facing the door, there is a huge stone in the shape of a stalagmite, dark and smooth, as high as the human body.

There is a vague sense of sword lingering on the boulder, exuding a sharp and vast charm.

"This stone is called a whetstone. When Song was practicing his swordplay, he would also carve the name of his opponent on it."

"A month ago, Song crossed out Ning Daoqi's name and engraved Brother Lin's name on it."

"A few days ago, Song crossed out the names of Bi Xuan and Fu Cailin."

Song Que looked at the whetstone and sighed: "There aren't many names on this whetstone. If Brother Lin kills one person, Song will have one less opponent."

"I challenged the Valve Master before, should my name be added to this whetstone, right?"

Yaoyue glanced at the remaining names on the whetstone, narrowed her eyes slightly, and signaled.

"Yes, that's what the Moon Saint said."

Song Duo nodded and stretched out his hand to the wall.

There was a soft "zheng" sound, and one of the knives made a sound as if it came alive, popped out of the sheath, and landed in Song Que's palm.

Song Que swung his knife and made a slight stroke, and the two characters "Yao Yue" suddenly appeared on the whetstone: "The Moon Saint is now ranked sixth, and she is the only woman on the list."

"Is it just sixth?"

Yaoyue glanced at the list and said coldly: "I don't understand the arrangement of your list. Please tell me who is in front of me, so that I can compete with that person someday."

Although Yaoyue thinks she is no match for Lin Xuan, she has no intention of competing with Guang Chengzi, Zhang Sanfeng or a certain shepherding girl...

But there were five people inexplicably ranked above her. She must still be very dissatisfied.

Yao Yue feels that even if the opponent is a top expert, who is stronger and who is weaker has to be defeated before deciding.

"The Holy Lord killed three great masters and became famous all over the world. He can be regarded as the emperor of martial arts, ranking second."

"this……"

Yaoyue was stunned for a moment, a little embarrassed: "Where are the others?"

"Xiang Yutian, the evil emperor of your noble family, is said to have entered a half-broken state two hundred years ago. Now most of his moods have been perfect, ranking third."

"Shattered Void can only be ranked third?"

"In Song's opinion, Shattered Void is just an extraordinary state, and martial arts may not necessarily make one invincible in the world."

"In the past, after Huang Jian Yan Fei opened the Heavenly Gate and attained Brokenness, he fought with Northern Tyrant Spear Murong Chui. Although he seriously injured the latter, he was almost exhausted."

"Therefore, Shattered Void is not invincible. It is still far behind the legendary gods, Buddhas and demons."

Song Que said calmly: "In Song's eyes, even if Xiang Yutian's energy and blood have not declined in the past two hundred years, he may not be able to defeat Brother Lin."

"Xiang Yutian is a senior of our sect. When you have the opportunity, you should meet him and ask for his advice."

Lin Xuan was thoughtful and nodded slightly.

Although, Shattered Void is known as the supreme realm of the Yellow Element.

But this thing is just a realm and does not fully reflect combat power.

The strength of the broken masters is not uniform, at least when they are in the human world, they are divided into several levels.

For example, the Chuanying before it was broken was only slightly stronger than the Eighth Master Ba, Demon Sect Meng Chixing, Blood Hand Li Gong and others.

There is no invincible crushing feeling like the supreme master Ling Donglai.

Murong Chui's martial arts are still quite strong, basically reaching the limit of mortal physical strength.

Yan Fei's battle with Murong Chui is almost the same as Pang Ban's fight with Li Ruohai.

It does take a lot of price to defeat him without killing Murong Chui.

Well, according to the spatial positioning, Li Yuanba, the reincarnation of a big bird, an existence beyond the limit of human beings...

should be stronger than ordinary broken masters.

"Okay..., what the Song clan leader said makes a lot of sense."

Yao Yue gritted her teeth: "What about the fourth?"

"The fourth is a man who calls himself 'Qiu Ran Ke'. This man is ambitious and has extraordinary bearing. He is also a peerless military strategist and has the ambition to be an emperor."

"Song Mou met him once before and also regarded him as a strong rival for the world."

Song Que's eyes were like knives: "But I don't know why this man voluntarily gave up the fight for the Central Plains. Later, I heard that this man led a thousand ships and 100,000 soldiers to enter the Fuyu Kingdom, destroyed its country and established himself as emperor."

In the past, Emperor Yang Jian of the Sui Dynasty swept the south and conquered Lingnan with an army of more than 100,000. Song Que led 10,000 elite troops to fight against him.

The two sides fought a decisive battle in Cangwu. Song Que won ten battles and ten times. Yang Jian then adopted a conciliatory policy and named Song Que the Duke of Zhennan.

In Song Que's eyes, although Yang Jian became emperor because of the great power of Buddhism, he might not be able to surpass himself in terms of talent, nor was he as good as the Qiu Ran Ke.

Therefore, although Song Que accepted the title and governed Lingnan, he never attended the court, nor did he bow his head to the emperor.

"The bearded guest..., although he is not competing for the Central Plains, he is the emperor after all."

Yao Yue's heart trembled slightly, and his expression was a little serious: "Who is the fifth?"

Although the bearded guest is a sword fairy in the Tang legend, he is very well-known and ordinary people in later generations have also heard of him.

According to the arrangement of "The Picture of Thirty-three Swordsmen", the bearded guest is second only to Yue Nu.

Although Yao Yue feels that the strength of the bearded guest, the second one, should not be as outrageous as Yue Nu...

But if he really has to face such a peerless person, Yao Yue still feels a little pressured.

"The fifth is the evil king Shi Zhixuan."

Song Que smiled and said, "Since I have challenged him to a fight, I will certainly regard him as my greatest enemy."

"Well, the evil king's talent is indeed peerless."

Yao Yue pondered for a moment and nodded slightly: "Sixth is sixth, I will challenge those people in the future."

"Brother Song just introduced from the second."

Lin Xuan glanced at the grindstone and asked with a smile: "I don't know the name on this grindstone, who is the first?"

"In fact, Song doesn't know who that person is..."

Song Que sighed softly, his voice a little ethereal.

"What do you mean?"

"Does the Saint know the Zen master Bodhidharma?"

"Of course I know."

Lin Xuan frowned slightly: "Could it be that Bodhidharma is still alive?"

"That's not the case. Although Bodhidharma's martial arts are invincible, he did not seek immortality and passed away decades ago."

"When Bodhidharma passed away, he said that due to fate, he learned a set of unprecedented palm techniques that are powerful enough to fight natural disasters and subdue demons."

"Its Later, Bodhidharma said: After his death, his body will turn into a relic. When the world is in chaos, a Buddhist emperor will be born. With this relic, he can comprehend the peerless palm technique, subdue the outsiders, save all living beings, and eliminate disasters. "

Song Que sneered: "Now that the world is in chaos, the palm technique is likely to be born soon. Song wants to see it and see if it is really as Bodhidharma said. "

"Who keeps Bodhidharma's relic?"

Lin Xuan's mind moved slightly and asked.

"If nothing unexpected happens, the custodian of Bodhidharma's relic is Fan Qinghui, the master of Cihang Jingzhai. This relic should also be the biggest trump card of Buddhism in the world."

Song Que's eyes flickered, and he was a little unnatural: "Song guessed that the person selected by Buddhism this time will be able to get this relic, and will use it to achieve the world of Buddhism."

"The world of Buddhism..."

Lin Xuan pondered for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "I don't know if the Song clan leader knows why Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty, Yang Jian, was able to gain the world in the past?"

"The Saint asked a good question! There are many reasons for this, but the most important point is the 'revitalization of the Han Dynasty'."

Song Que's eyes flashed with brilliance. Shuo, talking eloquently: "Since the Hu people disturbed our Central Plains, the ambitious people of our Han Dynasty, under the threat of life and death, all know that it is difficult to protect themselves if they do not strengthen themselves, and wash away the decadent state of respecting Confucianism and cultivating literature since the Eastern Han Dynasty."

"When our ancestor Beifeng founded the Lingnan lineage, he also established the advocacy of martial arts as the foundation of the clan."

"By the end of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, the generals in the army were mainly Han people, and Yang Jian was a general who held military power for generations."

"It can be seen that the reason why Yang Jian was able to ascend to the throne was not luck or destiny, but the inevitable result of the revival of our Han power."

Song Que has been thinking about this question for too long, without stopping.

"Brother Song, who do you think the Buddhist sect will support this time?"

"Since the bearded guest does not want to fight for the world, in Song's eyes, although there are many heroes in the world, there are only three who can be emperors."

"Among them, the Buddhist sect will naturally only choose Li Shimin, the second son of Li Yuan."

Song Que snorted and sneered: "Song received an urgent report last night, saying that Li Yuan's eldest son Li Jiancheng suddenly fell ill and might not live long. Song guessed that the Buddhist sect had already taken action at this time."

"Didn't you say that there are three people who have the hope of becoming emperor..."

Yao Yueqi asked: "Why did the Buddhist sect only choose Li Shimin?"

"This..."

Song Que hesitated, his face a little strange: "Song personally thinks that the Buddhist sect should not consider supporting the Demon Sect Saint King to become the emperor."

"...Okay."

Yao Yue's eyes flashed, and she looked at Lin Xuan silently with a complicated expression.

After seeing Lin Xuan in this copy, she actually only considered completing the space mission and didn't think too much.

But after Song Que's reminder, she realized that unknowingly, Lin Xuan, the Demon Sect Saint King, actually had enough power to influence the world.

Suddenly it involved the country, and Yao Yue felt a little weird.

"I am deeply honored that Brother Song has such a high opinion of me."

Lin Xuan's mind moved slightly, and he looked down at the golden sword on his waist: "The only person left who can compete for the world should be Brother Song himself?"

"That's right! With Song's ability, I am not inferior to that kid surnamed Li, so I can ask about the weight of the tripod."

"But if Song doesn't have the help of Buddhism, it will only cause chaos in the world for a few more years, and eventually I will die and my clan will be destroyed."

As if thinking of something, Song Que's eyes flashed with a hint of pride, and he sneered: "It's better to let Song be a puppet of Buddhism than to die."

He once had a relationship with Fan Qinghui, the current master of Cihang Jingzhai, which was considered a perfect match.

But they failed to get together because of their different positions.

The biggest disagreement is that Fan Qinghui supports the integration of multiple ethnic groups.

She believes that the Han people not only have an advantage in numbers, but also have obvious advantages in economic and cultural levels.

As long as there is enough time, the differences between the invading foreign races can be eliminated, and the melee between ethnic groups will naturally end, and the division will turn into unity.

Well, even if the Five Barbarians invaded China and the Northern and Southern Dynasties coexisted, as long as a little price was paid, wouldn't the Great Sui Dynasty be unified in the end?

Song Que certainly disagreed with this statement.

In the education that Song Que received, he had never heard that if he did not resist the invasion, he would naturally wait for integration.

If this is true, it is easy to imagine that the tribes outside the Great Wall will continue to intervene in the Central Plains, and the Central Plains will never have peace.

After repeated weighing, Song Que said that he would strictly observe the difference between Han and Yi. If the North was invaded by the Hu people and was unable to save itself, he would lead the southerners to rise up and unify the world and put things right.

Otherwise, the world will be trapped in war for a long time.

Fan Qinghui said: Brother Song, you are wrong to do this. All beings are equal in front of the Buddha, and foreign races are also our brothers and sisters. You can't be so harsh.

The more they talked, the more they broke down, and finally parted ways.

"Hmph! Those nuns only have their Buddha in their hearts. Not only do they not know the sufferings of the world, but most of them don't even consider themselves human beings."

"That's right. In front of the Buddha, all beings are equal. Why bother to care about the life and death of others?"

Yao Yue was displeased and sneered: "Most of the skills of these nuns are in their mouths."

The style of Cihang Jingzhai is still quite strange.

They basically don't show up in unfavorable situations, but they act like a high-class person in favorable situations, and they often choose the king for the heaven.

Those who really do practical things are devalued by Jingzhai, and even stigmatized in various ways.

Yao Yue deeply suspects that these nuns deliberately stir up trouble, and then promote Buddhism and gain merit and faith.

Well, they cut a wave of leeks to prove the truth.

Although it is indeed a very high-end way of playing, it is also quite disgusting.

"Saint Yue is right. This is why I firmly oppose it."

Song Que looked at Lin Xuan: "I wonder what the Saint King plans to do with the world now?"

"Originally, I thought that the Song clan leader received Fan Qinghui's letter. For the sake of the old friendship and even the Song clan, he chose to rely on Buddhism and fight against the evil king."

Lin Xuan smiled: "I didn't expect that Brother Song's move was to make me come to your clan and conspire with Brother Song for the world."

"To be honest, Song's move is both true and false."

"Oh?"

"Song is indeed I have actually received a letter from Master Fan Zhai, asking Song to remember our past friendship and fight against the Stone Evil King to avenge Bi Xiuxin. "

"Therefore, Song sent the letter of challenge to see the attitude of the Holy Lord."

"If the Holy Lord ignores this matter and does not care about the life and death of the Evil King. Song will fight to the death with the Evil King to fulfill his wish."

Song Que said calmly: "In this way, even if Song dies in the battle, the Buddhist sect will have nothing to say. Song can not only seek benevolence, but also save the lives of his clan members."

What people in the world care about is nothing more than a Heavenly Sword Song Que.

Although Song Shidao has many advantages, he is elegant and easy-going, tolerant and generous, and compassionate...

But he can only be regarded as a well-behaved son of a noble family, far from the standard of an emperor.

In other words, without Song Que, the Song family can only live in a corner, take a hereditary title, and honestly bow down to the emperor.

I guess this is what Fan Qinghui wants to see most.

"What are your plans after today, Brother Song?"

"If the Saint King is interested, Song's battle with the Evil King can be cancelled, or it can be held as usual to conceal the truth."

"Although Song is obsessed with martial arts, he wants to see a dynasty dominated by Han people with his own eyes."

Song Que's eyes were shining: "I wonder if the Saint King has these vast rivers and mountains in his heart?"

"I want to suppress Buddhism and promote Taoism, support hundreds of schools, and do justice in the world..."

Lin Xuan looked at the rolling mountains outside the window and exhaled softly: "If the Buddha King is born, what about fighting him?"

With a light "clang" sound, the golden sword on Lin Xuan's waist trembled slightly, making a clear sword sound.

"Haha! Song also has this idea in his heart!"

Song Que laughed loudly: "Although Song is willing to join hands with the Holy Lord to reject Buddhism, there are some things that must be discussed."

"Well, at this point, you and I should also think about the people behind us."

Lin Xuan nodded slightly: "Brother Song, it doesn't matter if you say so."

Lin Xuan originally didn't attach much importance to the throne.

But at this time, handing over the resources to Song Que in vain would be irresponsible to Shi Zhixuan, Zhu Yuyan and others.

To make the Demon Sect's status transcend the imperial power?

What is the difference between this kind of thing and Jingzhai?

Not to mention that Song Que would definitely not agree.

Lin Xuan himself couldn't do such a disgusting thing...

Therefore, it is better to go out in person and fight for the position of the emperor on earth.

There is still a lot of time left in this copy, and with some hard work, the framework of the dynasty can be set up.

Then he and Yao Yue will arrange the follow-up matters and just pretend to "shatter the void" or "ascend to become an immortal".

In this case, his own rules immediately rose from the "laws of the ancestors" to the "laws of the Immortal Emperor."

Xuanyuan Huangdi also said that in the reincarnation space, falsehood can become true.

Since this world is real, maybe I can come back and see it in the future.

"That's how it should be. You and I are both martial arts practitioners. We'd rather take the straight path than seek it from the crooked path."

Song Que was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised the corner of his mouth and smiled faintly: "Heavenly Sword Song Que wants to fight with the Holy Lord, and bet on the country and the country to determine the position of the king and his ministers!"

Before he finished speaking, more than a dozen long knives on the wall began to chirp at the same time, as if they were psychic.

"Okay, I have always heard that Brother Song has nothing to do in his life except the sword."

Lin Xuan nodded and said: "Today I will take over Brother Song's world-famous Heavenly Sword. Maybe I can get a chance to set foot in the Broken Realm in the future."

It must be broken, so let's give Song Que a shot first.

"Shattered Void?"

Song Que was slightly startled and said seriously: "If the Holy Lord is better than Song, no matter what happens in the future, Song will dedicate himself to protecting the dynasty and the world."

Throughout the ages, there have only been a handful of broken people.

Regardless of whether he was invincible or not, he was an unparalleled master in the world, and his level was definitely higher than that of Song Que.

Song Que felt that if he lost to Lin Xuan, he would probably not be qualified to explore the ultimate realm of martial arts.

It is also quite good to realize your own ideas through the appearance of generals and generals.

In an instant, Song Que had eliminated all distracting thoughts, stretched out his right hand, and shook it slowly.

Lan Mang flashed, and in Song Que's hand was a long knife as thin as silk, as light and nimble as a feather.

Blue crystal light oozed out from around the long knife, making a faint sound and being extremely sharp.

"I have always heard that Brother Song's Heavenly Wen Nine Swordsman is the best swordsman in the world. Today I can learn from him."

Lin Xuan waved his right hand, and the golden sword was unsheathed in his hand, making a dragon roar.