nyslfriends Chapter 1078: Pacification of 2 Aliens
Chapter 1078: Pacification of 2 Aliens
Chapter 1078: Pacification of the Twelve Alien Tribes
Countless Wing Clan elders suddenly flew up...
Turned into blood mist under the moonlight...
Ren Chuankong roared: "Lin Su, I will cut you into pieces..."
Chi!
A ray of moonlight came in from the window and passed through Ren Chuankong's eyebrows.
The Dharma body that had just expanded to ten pieces by the Blade Piercing the Sky stood still, its pair of eagle-like eyes completely petrified...
With a slight bang, a cloud of blood mist bloomed!
Outside the window, on Ding Island, thirty-eight peaks exploded at the same time!
The waves in Dinghai surged and Ding Island sank into the sea.
Lin Su waved his hand lightly, and the Dinghai Sea froze in mid-air, and there was nothing above the sea.
There was only a meeting hall, floating strangely in the air.
In the council chamber, all the hundred elders from the eleven alien races were petrified.
The once-famous Winged Clan just disappeared just like that.
Disappear completely and cleanly.
Just a matter of seconds before the person raises his hand.
Lin Su's eyes slowly moved over: "Ancient alien race, with ancient heritage, I naturally know that each race has its own code of conduct. However, the times are changing, and those who do not change with the times, I will help them change! Fellow elders, do you understand?"
The faces of the hundred elders below were all pale.
This is a blatant threat, who doesn’t understand it?
Lin Su said: "The Wing Clan is stubborn and unyielding, which is the way to their own destruction. After I completely eliminate the remaining remnants of the Wing Clan, I will visit the remaining eleven alien tribes one by one. All elders may wish to return now and report to the clan leader first and make a response plan. When I arrive, I will not ask a second time!"
As the voice fell, Lin Su's figure rose into the air, and the vast spring river reappeared in the sky. Lin Su, dressed in white as snow, walked away step by step...
The meeting hall under the feet of the hundred elders was reduced to ashes and scattered into Dinghai.
The elders were all distraught...
There was a flash of light, and the Shadow Clan elder disappeared. He used the fastest body movement.
There was a flash of golden light, and a golden thread broke into the sky. It was the fastest movement of the elder of the Golden Clan.
Silently, a piece of dead wood fell into Dinghai, and the elder of the Wood Clan summoned the fastest flying boat: the dead wood boat.
The flames shot up into the sky, and the elders of the Fire Clan flew straight up into the sky. They didn't dare to hurry and directly took out the communication talisman...
“Clan leader!”
The majestic face of the Fire Clan leader appeared in the void. Looking at the ten distraught elders in front of him, the leader's face darkened: "What happened? How can you be so distraught?"
The Fire Clan elder said: "Lin Su just appeared and wiped out the Wing Clan with a wave of his hand!"
"What?" The Fire Clan leader's expression suddenly changed...
"Master, please look, this is the Dingdao ruins..."
The image turns to Dinghai below our feet. Where have the ruins ever been?
The clan leader's eyelids twitched: "All gone?"
"Everything is gone! The people are gone, the heritage is gone, the island is gone, and he also said that from now on, all the remnants of the Winged Clan will no longer exist. After he eliminates the Winged Clan, he will visit the remaining eleven alien clans one by one. I think that my Fire Clan should be the first one he visits, so I dare not bet on time with him, and I can only contact the clan leader as soon as possible!"
There was a faint sheen of sweat on the tribe leader's forehead...
His heart was in a mess...
The twelve alien tribes had a certain order in their enmity with Lin Su. Most of the alien tribes only had a feud with him because of the War of the East China Sea, but there were a few exceptions.
The Wing Clan assassinated him once in Wudao Mountain.
What about the Fire Tribe?
He had another connection with Chiguo, and the situation in Zangzhou was also led by Zhuge Qingfeng, the half-son of the Fire Clan. He might have let other alien races go, but the Fire Clan was definitely the first one he visited, or one of the first to visit...
"His cultivation level is..."
Before the clan leader finished speaking, the elder interrupted him: "Clan leader, don't worry about his cultivation. His method is purely Saint-level, not similar to Saint-level, it is absolutely Saint-level. He destroyed the Wing Clan with just a moon, and he didn't even raise his hand during the whole process..."
The sweat on the clan leader's face finally seeped through his red skin, and he was truly in despair.
As the head of a clan, he should never be distraught at any time. He prides himself on being a great leader and he cannot bear to see his subordinates lose their composure. But today, he himself has lost his composure. The whole clan is facing life and death, and their strength is not enough to contend with it. The crisis is imminent. Who can really maintain his composure?
The elder said: "Master, what he wants is..."
The same drama was unfolding simultaneously in various cracks in the seven countries and thirteen states.
During this period, Lin Su fulfilled his promise and cleaned up the remaining remnants of the Wing Clan in one day.
The entire Winged Clan was completely wiped out, and from then on, there was no more Winged Clan in the human world.
The southern desert of the Red Country.
Yellow sand rolled, smoke filled the desert, and the top leaders of the Fire Clan headquarters gathered to discuss the terrifying issue of Lin Su's upcoming visit. The Fire Clan discussed it for a day and a night but still could not reach a conclusion.
Although the genocide of the Wing Clan had a huge impact, the bloodiness of the Fire Clan, as an ancient alien race, was fully aroused.
Accepting Lin Su's instructions was a difficult hurdle for them to overcome.
At least, who would be willing to submit to these pampered and arrogant top elders?
Although the Wing Clan is also an alien race, their strength is divided into three branches and seventeen leaves, and their strength is dispersed. Lin Su'er caught them off guard. How could the Fire Clan be the Wing Clan?
All the power of the Fire Clan is concentrated. Even the former military saint does not dare to destroy the clan lightly. How can Lin Su, a child who repeatedly offends the Fire Clan, be able to destroy them?
Therefore, the vast majority of elders are inclined to turn the southern desert into a cemetery for the Lin family's children.
The only opposition came from the dozen or so elders who had just returned from the Wing Clan. They had witnessed Lin Su's tyranny with their own eyes, and they really couldn't muster the courage to resist.
Therefore, they repeated over and over again that the Lin Su of today was definitely not the Lin Su of the past. He was already a quasi-sage of literature and he was comparable to a saint on the battlefield...
The Great Elder had been watching coldly for a long time. Finally, he could not help it, slammed the table, and roared to the sky: "So what if he is a quasi-saint of literature? There are seven quasi-saints of literature buried in the three thousand miles of desert where our clan is located. The child of the Lin family dared to enter our clan's land. He must be the eighth quasi-saint of literature buried here. As elders of the Fire Clan, you are helping others to be more ambitious and destroying your own prestige. How can you have the face to obey the orders of the elders of the Fire Clan? You..."
His voice suddenly stopped.
Because above the sky, a vast spring river suddenly appeared.
Above the vast spring river, there is a man in white clothes as white as snow.
In the meeting hall, all the elders looked up suddenly, and the clan leader also looked up suddenly. His back was instantly filled with chills.
A voice came from the air: "Everyone, don't worry. Other alien races may have a chance to survive, but unfortunately, your Fire Clan is not included. There are three reasons. First, as this elder said, seven quasi-saints of literature were buried in your southern desert. The high-level officials of the temple are playing ambiguity with you. I, Lin Su, will not play this ambiguity. Second, your Fire Clan has extended its hand to the Burial State. The plot is too big. If we don't eliminate it, we will not be able to warn the world. Third, all the power of your Fire Clan is concentrated. I will eliminate it all at once to have the greatest deterrence to the other ten clans!"
The clan leader stood up and said, "Lin Zhunsheng, this seat..."
"A song of 'Swordsman' as your Fire Clan's farewell song!" Lin Su raised his hands and held the jade flute to his lips...
A note of the beginning floated down, and the meeting hall was reduced to ashes...
The drifting smoke turned into a huge wave, sweeping across the three thousand miles of desert...
The Fire Tribe's thousand-year-old sacred fire was extinguished, and countless cities were buried under the yellow sand...
The leader of the Shadow Clan stood up and stared at the figure that was constantly changing under the moonlight. His face was also changing from one moment to the next, and then it became completely transparent...
There was a strange lamp beside him, and the light was also changing unpredictably...
In the bizarre scene, the tribe leader slowly lowered his head and said, "You said that the leader of the Fire Tribe actually wanted to surrender, but Lin Su actually... didn't even give him a chance?"
"Exactly! Before Lin Su finished singing the song "Swordsman", the leader of the Fire Clan had already realized the seriousness of the situation and was willing to surrender. However, he did not give the Fire Clan any chance! Leader, we plan to negotiate with him... I'm afraid... I'm afraid it won't work."
Yes, this is the Shadow Clan’s response plan.
Negotiate with Lin Su.
The Shadow Clan can resolve past conflicts with him (Lin Su killed a Shadow Clan prodigy on Tiandao Island, and one of the Yuantian masters he killed after leaving the island was also from the Shadow Clan), and can even send troops out to kill demons. But there is a condition, that is, the Shadow Clan will not be commanded by the human commander when killing demons outside the pass, and the territory they conquer will always belong to the Shadow Clan, and the human race cannot enter even a step.
This is the negotiation tone set by the Shadow Clan elders after discussion.
They thought that this bottom line was set low enough, but the bad news from the Fire Clan made the Great Elder realize a terrible thing, that is, in front of Lin Su, they had no bargaining chips at all.
This kid doesn't care about the power of aliens at all.
He seemed more willing to exterminate all the twelve alien tribes.
How to talk in this situation?
Therefore, when Lin Su crossed the border of the endless yellow sand and entered the Ten Thousand Shadows Forest, the Shadow Clan leader led all the elders to greet him respectfully: "Lin Zhunsheng, the Shadow Clan is also an alien race in this Heavenly Dao. Facing the unintentional catastrophe of foreign invasion, how can the Shadow Clan be absent? We, the Shadow Clan, are willing to swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao to protect this Heavenly Dao and kill the evil demons from foreign lands!"
Lin Su smiled for the first time when facing an alien race: "The Shadow Clan has such ambitions, I am deeply pleased, make a vow to the Heavenly Dao!"
In the Ten Thousand Shadows Forest, the Shadow Clan leader, all the elders, and heads of all departments swore the Heavenly Dao Oath together. The sky rumbled continuously, creating a spectacular sight...
The news of the Shadow Clan quickly spread to the remaining nine clans.
The nine alien tribes cursed at this, but when Lin Su arrived at their tribe, they changed their expressions...
"As fellow creatures of this Heavenly Dao, we have a responsibility to protect it!" This sentence has been widely quoted and has almost become a consensus among ethnic minorities.
The Gold Clan, the Giant Clan, the Stone Clan, the Wood Clan...
It has been nine days since Lin Su left the temple. The armies of the ten major alien races marched to the city of Zangzhou and, without any conditions, joined the army of Commander Li Tianlei.
Li Tianlei sighed deeply: "Master Junior's magical powers are so vast, they are constantly refreshing."
Ming Tianyan smiled: "This is probably the difference between him and your master, right? If it were your master, he would probably be using the Weiyang Pen to sweep across the twelve alien races, but he makes the alien races work for him."
Li Tianlei slowly raised his eyes and looked at the sky outside the big tent: "The ten alien races are for my use, but it was also obtained by killing two alien races. I don't know what kind of waves will arise in the three heavens after this killing?"
Killing foreign races is something that military saints often do.
But why didn't the Military Saint eradicate that alien tribe completely?
Because he doesn't dare!
He exterminated alien races and killed demons. If his methods were a little bit excessive, he would immediately attract endless criticism...
What is against the harmony of nature, what is excessive killing, what is lack of mercy, what is detrimental to the sanctity of the Holy Way...
No matter which one of them, I can give you a one, two, three, four, five, which will make the military saint overwhelmed.
That is the aftermath of killing one or several batches of aliens and clearing out the aliens on one or several hills.
And today?
Lin Su killed two people with incomparable ruthlessness. He directly wiped out two alien races that had been passed down for thousands of years, extinguished their sacred fire, and ended their inheritance. His ruthlessness was incomparable. Above the Three Heavens, how could the rest of the hostile methods not be used to make a fuss?
Ming Tianyan followed his gaze and said, "Does it feel strange? It's been nine days since this happened, and there hasn't been any ripples at all!"
Li Tianlei nodded slowly: "It is indeed a bit abnormal. Could it be... Could it be that they really felt the great tide of the Wuxin Great Disaster and ignored the details for the sake of the overall situation?"
Ming Tianyan did not answer, but she had an answer in her heart...
Perhaps this is not considering the overall situation, but they have a more decisive response plan.
Is the big showdown really coming?
Beyond the heavens, in a foreign land thousands of miles away, it is midsummer.
Mishan, the Hanging Temple, although it is exposed on all sides, but inside the red and yellow ancient Zen gate, there is a cool and leisurely atmosphere.
Some people say that this is the power of Buddhism.
Some people also say that this is the power of saints.
Yes, there lived a very legendary saint here, Saint Mikong.
The Buddhist teachings of Saint Mikong are boundless, and his holy power is endless. He has left a great reputation throughout the mountains and rivers of the foreign land. It is precisely because in the troubled times, only the Hanging Temple has the dual protection of Buddhist teachings and saints. Therefore, based on safety considerations and spiritual sustenance considerations, the incense of the Hanging Temple has always been very strong.
But Saint Mikong seldom showed up, especially during the battle for Daoyuan and the reshuffle of saints. He had been contemplating the supreme Dao in the quiet room, and even his disciples had no chance of seeing him.
However, today, a wandering old monk asked to see Saint Mikong, and he made an exception to meet him because the old monk brought him something: a handwritten copy of the Diamond Sutra.
Saint Mikong was moved after only looking through the tenth volume. He waved his hand lightly, and the old monk, whose cultivation had reached the highest level of Vajra (equivalent to a quasi-saint), was picked up out of thin air and brought into the quiet room.
"Amitabha, I pay my respects to Saint Mikong!" The old monk put his hands together and bowed.
Saint Mikong slowly raised his head and said, "Where did the Diamond Sutra come from?"
"From beyond the white clouds!"
Holy light filled the eyes of Saint Mikong: "Who asked you to come here?"
"Does the Holy Lord remember a name called: Quicksand?"
quicksand……
Holy light floats in the eyes of Saint Mikong...
Because this was a name he had occasionally come into contact with in the human third realm over the past thousand years.
He knew that this was a human saint, but he didn't know who this saint was specifically. The two had exchanged information and had an agreement.
That person is Quicksand.
The number of grains of sand in the Ganges River is taken from the meaning of the invisible flowing sand.
"Why are you here?"
The old monk said slowly: "I want to negotiate a deal with the Holy Lord."
"Trade? Negotiate a deal with this Saint?"
"To be precise, it is the ten saints of the Three Heavens who want to negotiate this deal with the thirty-six saints of the foreign land. This Diamond Sutra is a gift to the saints. I hope the saints can connect and persuade the saints."
Saint Mikong smiled faintly: "I am a Buddhist, but I was chosen by your master as the first choice for contact. Don't you think it's inappropriate?"
The old monk smiled and said, "In the past, the Holy Lord also traveled thousands of miles to prove his truth by killing people. How could he be an ordinary Buddhist saint who is pedantic?"
Saint Mikong's eyes were fixed, and the Buddha's light in his eyes seemed real, firmly locking onto the person in front of him.
In the past, Saint Mikong was indeed a madman who ran rampant in the fairyland world. He proved his truth through killing, and the powerful enemies he killed could probably fill up the empty valley under the Hanging Temple. But no matter how much he killed, he could not become a saint or prove his truth.
A thousand years later, he suddenly came to his senses. Since killing would not work to prove his truth, he would stop killing. He would put down his butcher knife and see if he could become a Buddha.
He let go, and he truly became a saint.
This is his biggest secret.
His past would only be dug up in the great world of the Immortal Realm. In this small world, no one knew about it, not even the other saints who had traveled with him.
But the person in front of me actually knew!
What does this mean?
Who is that Liusha?
Is it...
All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind and turned into Buddha's light that surrounded the bald head in front of him tightly.
The old monk in front of him still smiled: "My master has set a restriction on my spiritual platform, but if there is an external force to spy on it, the spiritual platform will destroy itself. I hope the Holy Lord will not force this old monk to death with his holy power."
The Saint of Mikong retracted his holy light and smiled faintly: "You are responsible for the transaction, how can I force you? Tell me, how do you want to trade?"
The old monk said: "All the saints from other lands have come out in droves to help our ten saints clean up the Three Heavens. After the task is completed, each saint will have ten 'Holy Source Fruits'!"
"Holy Source Fruit?" The eyes of Saint Mikong shone brightly.
Of course he knew about the Holy Source Fruit.
This is the most precious treasure in the temple, reserved for the use of saints.
Its only function is to replenish holy power at any time.
The holy power contained in each Holy Source Fruit is equivalent to 30% of the holy power of a saint.
This kind of strange fruit of heaven can only be found in the three heavens in the whole world, and only one fruit is produced each year. In the 360 years of the temple's history, the total number is no more than . After years of consumption, there are less than left now. In order to win over the saints from foreign lands and implement this deal, they can take out fruit at once.
This work is invincible.
The old monk slowly raised his eyes and said, "In a foreign land, the saint power is suppressed. After a thousand years of hard work, the strength has been halved. The sainthood is in danger. With the saints' current state, how can they do something when the unintentional catastrophe comes? However, ten saint source fruits are enough for the saints to replenish all their saint power. After three years of fierce fighting, the saint power will not decline..."
Saint Mikong said slowly: "You mean, help the ten saints of the Three Heavens to clean up the Three Heavens?"
"Yes!"
"As far as I know, there are only sixteen saints in the Three Heavens."
"Yes!"
"Ten Saints versus Six Saints, can't they still win for sure?"
The old monk said, "We don't want too much trouble, and we don't want any changes."
Saint Mikong slowly raised his eyes and said, "For this matter, I need to reach a consensus with all the saints. If a consensus is reached, I will contact Liusha!"
The old monk shook his head slowly: "The quicksand has died. This is also the key reason why I ventured into a foreign land."
Mikong put his hands together and said: "Buddhas are as numerous as the Ganges River, and each grain is like flowing sand. Amitabha..."
"Amitabha..." The old monk also clasped his hands together in greeting...
……
In the triple heaven, there is Bingfeng.
The holy power is like a flag, sweeping across heaven and earth.
The Military Saint stood on the top of the mountain, gazing into the vast sky.
It is still midsummer, but above the triple heaven, there seems to be no change of seasons, or rather, around the Military Saint, there is only the battlefield and the scene of killing, regardless of the season, spring or autumn.
Behind him, an undercurrent was surging, and in the shadow of the big flag, the Nineteenth Road of Chess seemed to appear suddenly.
The chess master appeared out of nowhere.
"Have you heard, Bing Zun, that the boy has subdued twelve alien tribes?"
"I know!" The Sage of Soldiers raised his hand lightly, and it was like a huge flag rolling up, transforming into a holy curtain, covering him and the Sage of Chess, and handed a cup of white clouds to the Sage of Chess.
"This kid wiped out the inheritance of two clans. His methods were so ruthless that even the Soldier Lord could not match him!"
The military sage smiled faintly: "This is the way of war, and also the way of chess."
The chess master smiled and said, "Exactly! He wiped out two tribes, showed his bottom line, cut off the other party's idea of trading, and forced the ten tribes to play chess obediently, so as to prevent the other tribes from having illusions and causing more trouble. This kid's ability to simplify the situation is truly shocking."
This time when Lin Su went down to the temple, he wiped out the Wing Clan and the Fire Clan.
The ruthlessness of his means attracted worldwide attention.
There were also complaints within the temple.
Everyone felt that Lin Su was killing too many people. You said that a race has a long history, and there must be good and bad among them. You just wiped out the race without asking any questions. It is not merciful in any way, and it is against the holy rules of the temple.
But this is just the average person's perspective.
From the perspective of the two great saints of military strategy and chess, it is naturally different.
They knew that this was Lin Su's military and chess thinking.
The twelve alien races are not human.
They have never lived in harmony with humans.
Every time the human race encounters disaster, all they think about is how to take advantage of this rare opportunity to gain greater benefits for their race.
The same is true for the unintentional catastrophe.
Therefore, before the unintentional catastrophe arrives, the alien races must also come to an end.
But how do we put this period?
Very knowledgeable.
According to the Confucian school of thought, they should send out the top negotiation team to hammer out the bottom line with the alien races, telling them that they are also the creatures of the heavenly way, and facing the invasion of foreign enemies, they should do this and that according to reason and emotion...
Will it work?
fart!
Will foreigners listen to your words?
Aliens only care about their own interests!
They will definitely talk to you, but they will definitely take this opportunity to propose a series of unequal treaties, either asking you to divide the borders, or giving them racial super-national treatment in the human world, or in the distribution of post-war benefits, you must agree to all their conditions...
As for the human race, due to the tremendous pressure of the unintentional catastrophe, they can only retreat step by step.
And what about Lin Su?
Took a completely different approach.
The first step was to directly exterminate the Wing Clan, so that the remaining eleven clans would see his strength and his determination, and would take any request he made seriously.
The second step is to simply exclude the Fire Clan from the negotiation table. Even if the Fire Clan leader is willing to negotiate, he will not be given the qualifications to negotiate and his clan will be destroyed again!
These two destructions announced two things.
(End of this chapter)