The Myriad Worlds Gu Zun

"Snap!" Zhou Ming held the Heavenly Demon Stone tightly in his palm.

His consciousness was clear, but the palpitation lingered in his heart for a long time.

"Original Heavenly Demon... What level of existence is this?"

The picture of the majestic demon god roaring to the sky surrounded by the stars in his consciousness was extremely clear, as if it was engraved in his mind and would never be forgotten.

He spread his palm, and his palm was pierced by his nails because he was too strong. Although the wound stopped bleeding quickly, the blood that overflowed was absorbed by the Heavenly Demon Stone.

The deep and dark Heavenly Demon Stone was like a black hole, constantly emitting strange fluctuations, which made people sink.

This is a stone that exudes infinite magic power.

"Go back to the main god space and deal with it!" Zhou Ming threw the Heavenly Demon Stone into the flower bud Gu, forcibly suppressing the heavy ups and downs in his heart that were evoked by the Heavenly Demon Stone.

"There are more important things to do."

Zhou Ming's eyes moved away from the pile of burnt ash on the ground and looked into the distance again.

The battle tonight is not over yet.

…

At the gate of the palace, carriages surrounded the place.

The daimyos who attended the dinner arrived on time, but the gate of the palace has not been opened yet, which made the daimyos talk endlessly and noisy.

Not long ago, the roar, shouts and screams from the palace made the daimyos who arrived early hear it clearly.

Several people looked at each other, and they couldn't help but feel panic in their hearts, but they didn't dare to break into the palace to investigate because of the ban.

This was a very correct decision, which saved their lives temporarily.

By now, all the daimyos who came to Kyoto have arrived, plus the samurai they brought with them to represent them in the world's first samurai conference, and the horsemen who drove the carriages, etc., adding up to more than a hundred people.

So many people gathered at the gate of the palace, facing the closed gate, it was neither possible to enter nor leave.

The daimyos were close to each other, there were entanglements and hatreds, and there were disputes over interests. The waiting here gradually exhausted their patience and became more and more irritable.

When normal communication turns into sarcasm and the opening is full of gunpowder, the outbreak of conflict is unstoppable.

Looking at the daimyo around him who are yelling at each other like shrews, and the samurai who are murderous and sweeping others with cold eyes, as if they are ready to draw their swords and chop people at any time, Oda Heizo tried to shrink his body into the carriage.

"Sir, we can't wait any longer, or we will fight!"

Matsui Kyoshin lowered his voice and said anxiously.

"Nonsense, don't I know!" Oda Heizo glared at him unhappily, and tried to shrink his body again, and ordered: "Let's move to the side, so that they won't splatter blood on us when they fight."

"Yes, sir." Matsui Kyoshin obeyed the order obediently, led the horse and slowly retreated, and couldn't help asking: "Sir, do you see the abnormality in this palace? Could it be Lord Zhou Ming..."

"Shut up!" Oda Heizo stopped Matsui Kyoshin with a sullen face, and looked around with some guilt.

After finding that no one was paying special attention to them, Oda Heizo lowered his voice and said, "You are talking nonsense here, you are going to die! I tell you, no matter what happens tonight, we know nothing, understand!"

"I understand, I understand." Matsui Kyoshin nodded like pounding garlic, and also reacted. If the daimyo around felt that what happened tonight was related to them, then their fate could be imagined...

"Alas, it would be great if Zhou Jun could be around at this time. I always feel insecure when he is not around..."

Crack!

Just as Oda Heizo sighed like this, the tightly closed gate of the palace slowly opened.

All the daimyo who couldn't stop arguing stopped their disputes at this moment and looked at the door together.

For a while, everything was silent, with only the clear sound of "trample, trample", step by step, as if stepping on everyone's heart.

Under the gaze of everyone, Zhou Ming, holding a long sword, with the tip of the sword pointing to the ground, walked out of the palace step by step, with a smile on his face, scanning the whole scene.

"Who are you!" A daimyo couldn't help but shout.

"Zhou Ming! He is Zhou Ming!" There were also daimyo who recognized Zhou Ming's identity.

"Did he do anything tonight?"

"We must arrest him and interrogate him!"

"He actually came out of the palace with a knife. Will the king be in trouble?"

The daimyo were arguing, which made Zhou Ming feel a little ridiculous, and his murderous intent was surging in his heart.

He laughed loudly and shouted: "Nohara Momonosuke has already set off. Before leaving, he asked me to send you off as well. Wouldn't it be wonderful for you to meet as king and minister?"

"Bold!"

"What did you say?"

"Come on, take this villain down!"

"Treason! Treason!"

The daimyo were excited, angry, fearful, and panicked. Some people roared angrily and ordered their men to surround and kill; some people felt that something was wrong and quietly prepared to slip away; some people pretended to be calm and watched the development of the situation coldly...

Zhou Ming quietly took in everyone's reactions, suddenly smiled, raised his long sword, and flicked his fingers.

Buzz...

The sound of the knife was clear and melodious. It was not a loud sound, but it was clearly heard by everyone.

Everyone seemed to see a flash of knife light flashing before their eyes. Their thoughts paused for a moment. All sounds disappeared at this moment, as if time and space were still.

The next moment, everything returned to normal.

However, the stunning flash of knife light just now still remained in everyone's heart, making everyone present gradually quiet down.

After two battles in the Tokugawa Gym and the Imperial Palace, he absorbed the martial arts experience of several masters including Tokugawa Yamato, and also experienced the mental impact of the vision of the Tenma Stone just now.

Zhou Ming's sword realm finally broke through to level 4 at this moment.

In the Gu world, it is the realm of sword master.

Zhou Ming's gaze swept across the entire audience, his gaze as sharp as a knife. Everyone who was swept by his gaze trembled in their hearts and felt frightened.

Zhou Ming raised his sword and pointed it at everyone.

"Send you all on your way."

He ran quickly, the tip of the knife drew a string of sparks on the ground, and rushed towards everyone.

In an instant, like detonated gunpowder, a tragic atmosphere filled the entire place, and a fight was imminent.

"kill!"

"Kill!"

"Everyone, either he will die today or we will die. Why are you hesitating? Come on!"

Everyone understands that any words at this time are meaningless.

The only people who are qualified to speak are the knife in their hands and the people who survived.

The last killing flower blooms here tonight, blooming brilliantly.

…

[The judgment of the World’s Best Warrior Conference is over! You will immediately return to the main god space after a three-minute countdown. You can choose to return at any time. 】

When Zhou Ming cut down the last target, the Lord God's reminder sounded in his ears at the right time.

There were daimyo, warriors, and slaves all over the ground, their blood mixed together, their corpses piled on top of each other. They were born unequal, but death gave them the final equality.

Matsui Xiexin sat slumped in the carriage. The strong stimulation almost caused his consciousness to collapse. He stared blankly at Zhou Ming, who was covered in blood, approaching him step by step.

"Lift the curtain." Zhou Ming walked up to him and said to him.

Matsui Xiexin, whose mind was already blank, instinctively obeyed Zhou Ming's instructions and opened the curtain of the carriage.

He saw Oda Heizo lying in the carriage carriage, having fainted from fright.

"Heh, that's fine."

Zhou Ming smiled half-heartedly, nodded to Matsui Xiexin, and said, "I said at the time, he helped me sign up, and I helped him win first place. Now that the cooperation is over, I'm leaving."

Matsui Xiexin stared blankly at Zhou Ming as he turned to leave. At this time, his consciousness finally regained consciousness.

"You, why did you do this?" he asked in a solemn voice.

Zhou Ming paused and turned around.

The moonlight fell and shone on Zhou Ming. There were piles of corpses under his feet, and his whole body was covered in blood. The moonlight reflected the blood, forming a faint blood-colored halo around him, filled with a kind of eerie holiness.

"When I killed Tokugawa Zoro, he said I was not a samurai. I said I never said I was a samurai."

Zhou Ming spoke calmly, his voice cold and distant.

"Tell me, what exactly is a warrior?"

Matsui Xiexin didn't understand why Zhou Ming suddenly asked him this, but after hesitation, he still answered the question.

"A warrior is brave. A warrior is a brave person in the world. He is brave and powerful. He can achieve his ambitions with the sword in his hand!"

"Hahaha." Zhou Ming laughed.

"Why are you laughing?" A surge of anger rose from Matsui Xie's heart. He suppressed his fear of Zhou Ming and asked sternly.

"You are wrong." Zhou Ming's smile gradually stopped and his tone was calm.

"The so-called warriors are nothing more than tools for rulers to maintain their rule. The loyalty and bravery of a warrior are based on the master-slave system in which the lord to whom he is loyal can reward the warrior for his contribution."

"A samurai is a sword, a pawn, a soldier, and a servant, but he also disguises himself and conceals his true nature with bravery and the so-called samurai moral spirit."

"To answer your question, I am not a samurai. I do all this for one purpose."

Zhou Ming turned around again, with a chuckle, and stepped under the moon, stepping on the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, his figure merged with the moonlight and disappeared without a trace.

Only his voice still echoed in the air.

"Because I'm bored, I want to see a river of blood."

Plop!

Matsui Xiexin slumped back on the carriage and stared blankly at the place where Zhou Ming disappeared. He felt like the world was spinning and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

Before he fainted, he seemed to have seen the future, seeing chaos in the world, smoke rising everywhere, endless wars in the world, and war burning in every corner of the world.

Overnight, the leader of the country, Nohara Momonosuke, and 90% of the famous people in the world died.

The peace in this world will no longer exist after tonight.

Matsui Xiexin fainted on the carriage, but Oda Heizang suddenly sat up in the carriage.

He first looked around carefully, but found no living figure, let alone Zhou Ming.

The fat on his face kept trembling, and he suppressed his strong excitement. Oda Heizang dragged Matsui Xiexin back to the carriage, turned the carriage around, and ran towards his courtyard.

There were also thirty warriors he brought with him.

He wants to go back immediately and lead thirty warriors to clean up the battlefield and move into the palace.

"This world is mine!"

The careerist, who had fallen into madness, laughed.

The wheel of history rolls forward and never stops.

Of all the sentient beings in the world, who can jump out?

(This world ends!)