Chapter 102 Above Repression, Universal Killing Tribulation!

Suddenly turning his head, Erguotou looked at the smile on Miss Red Wine's face, his heart filled with alarm: "If the key move isn't here, then where is it?"

"Miss Tieguanyin has already explained everything, hasn't she? What exactly is she hiding from us?"

Miss Red Wine met his somewhat anxious gaze, but only narrowed her eyes slightly, and whispered: "Although Tieguanyin is trapped in Old Yin Mountain, she has been watching this world. She is the one who understands and has the most ideas about this world."

"When I was in Old Yin Mountain, I spoke with her, including after she went to Shangjing, we contacted each other through her natal spirit temple. Perhaps feeling that I was quite clever, she told me many things about this world."

"Including, how to truly fight this battle with the Ten Clans!"

"That is…"

Miss Red Wine furrowed her brow slightly and whispered: "Above repression, universal killing tribulation!"

Erguotou was startled just hearing these eight words. He looked at Hu Ma, who was single-handedly withstanding the Li family's Old Well Calling Name technique.

Hu Ma had already had nine pillars of Daoxing (Taoist cultivation) taken away by the Li family's head, but he still faced them with a cold gaze. The only remaining pillar of incense was still there, but this pillar had an unimaginable firmness, unmoved by the Old Well Calling Name.

The Li family's techniques were indeed powerful.

The National Preceptor had allowed him to cultivate nine pillars of Daoxing because these nine pillars were the limit of the National Preceptor's understanding.

The fact that the Li family could call away his nine pillars of incense with one shout meant that this technique was indeed stronger than the National Preceptor's.

But at this moment, Hu Ma still had one pillar of incense left, and he hadn't even unleashed its true power, yet his movements had stopped.

Because he had seen out of the corner of his eye that the blood energy on Shao Daozi's body in that pool of bloody filth had reached a certain level. He clearly had enough confidence to join forces with the Evil Servant to deal with the God-Given King.

Perhaps the process of solving it wouldn't be easy, but at least he had to do it.

"Great Master Hu…"

At this moment, the Li family's head was focused entirely on Hu Ma, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Are you not going to stop?"

"My Li family has nurtured this technique for twenty years, it wasn't meant to be used on a junior like you…"

One could even hear a sense of heartbrokenness in his shout.

The Li family had nurtured this technique for twenty years, of course not for use on Hu Ma. In fact, they didn't plan to use it on anyone.

The Old Well Calling Name technique focused on deterrence, not actually attacking anyone. Its greatest strength lay in its continuous accumulation, so when it erupted, no one dared to underestimate its power.

In reality, it had already been used once, and even if it was sealed up again, its power would be greatly reduced, and its deterrent effect would be far lower.

But something was better than nothing, he still wanted Hu Ma to admit defeat and then seal the well with a steelyard weight.

But facing his warning filled with bitterness, Hu Ma completely ignored him. His gaze had already turned to Miss Red Wine, and he understood in his heart that what Miss Red Wine wanted to do was different from what she had said at the beginning.

"Tieguanyin said that their paths were all wrong."

At this moment, Miss Red Wine also looked at Hu Ma frankly and said softly: "Including the National Preceptor, he learned from the reincarnators too much, so he also went down the wrong path."

"But only you have the hope of walking the right path, so, taking advantage of this first scene taken by the reincarnators, we will give you a great gift!"

"Catch it firmly!"

"…"

As she spoke, she suddenly turned as cold as frost, her ten fingers blooming like lotus flowers, slowly forming a hand seal.

Then, she raised her eyes to look at the pool of bloody filth and softly called out: "Shao Daozi."

"It's about to begin!"

"Swish!"

Almost at the moment when Miss Red Wine called out Shao Daozi's name, the young man opened his eyes fiercely. In his eyes, there were also two silver needles, one positive and one negative, that melted suddenly as Miss Red Wine cast her spell.

Almost instantly, he remembered who he was, understood the ins and outs, and where he was.

The shadows from each other's history retreated from his body, but the rolling blood energy that the pool of bloody filth had added to his body still existed. As that shadow disappeared, this endless blood energy suddenly fell into emptiness, like a tree without roots.

It was like a monstrous wave, suspended above the sea.

Hu Ma's voice became hoarse at this moment: "You…"

Miss Red Wine looked at Hu Ma and smiled: "You actually knew long ago that this was the only way to win the fight against the Ten Clans, didn't you?"

"Don't think about carrying everything on your own shoulders. Don't talk about ten pillars of incense, you can't carry even a hundred."

"And don't think that if you truly defeat the Ten Clans, you can change the world."

"To start a new world, you have to let this world bleed…"

"…"

"…"

Listening to this, Hu Ma's earlier repression turned into a surging tide, his blood boiling, but it finally turned into a sigh, and he looked up at the world.

The yin realm and the human realm differed in weight, so time was also different. The pool of bloody filth was in the deepest part of the yin realm, where time was slow. During this fight, six or seven days had passed in the yang realm.

Before Fierce Tiger Pass, the three-way allied army had been fighting fiercely for days and was already in an extremely difficult situation.

During the day, the warlocks of Quzhou and all kinds of capable people from the Xing Hun (Punishment of Souls) Sect, as well as the powerful private soldiers of the aristocratic families, guarded the pass. When the three-way allied army sent troops to attack, they naturally had people to meet them. The two sides defended and attacked, coming and going, fighting and killing, doing their best, which was dazzling.

Within the Xing Hun Sect, they summoned undying brave generals who could still get up and kill two more people even with three transparent holes poked in their bodies.

In the three-army alliance, there was the Fire Cloud General, whose red cloak swept forward, and the raging flames burned them to ashes.

Inside Fierce Tiger Pass, some people raised ghost generals by their sides, suppressing their opponents to the point where they couldn't lift their heads during the fighting.

Outside Fierce Tiger Pass, some people naturally invited the Pond God to sit in town, dispelling evil and slaying demons.

Here came a Name-Calling Hermit, who, as long as he called out the name of the person who came, no matter how great his skills or how tough his body was, would die silently overnight and become a cold corpse.

There, someone took out a black lantern and shone it on him while the other party was calling out his name. Sores grew on the tongue of the name-caller, and although he opened his mouth, he only called out his own name.

You cast spells, I cast Gu.

You have corpse mountains and evil ghosts, I have mountain gods and spirits.

Both sides showed their magical powers, and they fought for several days without being able to clearly distinguish the high and low.

In the end, Fierce Tiger Pass was filled with capable people from the Xing Hun Sect, with their superb and brilliant skills, while the three-way allied army was made up of reincarnators and disciples who did not eat beef, each with their own unique skills and endless magic tricks, so they fought to a standstill.

However, what made the three-way allied army most uncomfortable was the Floating Corpse Army inside Fierce Tiger Pass.

Once night fell, they would rush out of Fierce Tiger Pass with a monstrous bloody aura, which was really difficult to resist.

On the first day, the Grain Protection Army and General Yin desperately resisted and survived the night.

On the second day, a capable person came to offer advice, distributing green talismans and sticking them on the military camp, so that the Floating Corpse Army couldn't find anyone.

On the third day, the Blood Floating Corpses did not leave the pass and seemed to have gone somewhere else.

On the fourth day, the Blood Floating Corpse's murderous aura was even stronger, and a dark mass of them killed out of the pass, looking as if they wanted to slaughter the three-army alliance in one breath. Fortunately, someone transported hundreds of carts of straw and set up a mesmerizing array, letting the Floating Corpse Army cut grass all night.

Night after night, they survived like this. Although they barely managed to hold on, they were in a difficult situation and were miserable.

After all, no matter how many capable people there were on the three-army alliance side, and no matter how wonderful their methods were, the capable people in the Xing Hun Sect were not vegetarians. No matter what methods they used, they would be seen through by them the next day and corresponding arrangements would be made.

Some methods that could avoid the Blood Floating Corpse could only be used once, and as each day passed, everyone's brains were actually empty…

And if they wanted to counterattack the Blood Floating Corpse, their blood energy broke all spells, so they were helpless.

"We agreed among the three parties that whoever could take down this God-Given King would be the leader of the three-army alliance, so that we could take the opportunity to cooperate and meet the heroes of the world. Now, have we all become decorations?"

In the Grain Protection Army's tent, Yang Gong had also lost the heroic spirit he had when he first left Ming Prefecture, and he said with a wry smile: "This battle after battle, it all depends on the capable people coming over to help us hide for one night and count as one night, and take down one battle and count as one battle."

"We pretend to be high and mighty, giving orders, but what can we actually do?"

"We're just drumming up support and urging the delivery of food."

"…"

"Even just urging the delivery of food and stabilizing the morale of the army is not easy to do."

The speaker was Xu Xiangzhu, the former leader of the Red Lantern Mother Society, and now the chief grain officer of the Grain Protection Army. He said with a wry smile: "When we came out of Ming Prefecture, we first attacked Huzhou and then Fierce Tiger Pass."

"Because we didn't receive much grain in Huzhou, all the food and drink were brought out of Ming Prefecture. We've consumed a lot of it along the way, and now that we've stopped in front of Fierce Tiger Pass, there's not much left…"

"In addition, the grain transferred from Ming Prefecture has been robbed by bandits along the way, and only one out of ten has arrived here."

"If we continue to confront each other like this, I'm afraid we'll all go hungry."

"…"

Yang Gong and the others were shocked when they heard this: "There are actually bandits robbing grain?"

Now the army was in front of Fierce Tiger Pass, fighting hard day and night. It was unimaginable if they ran out of food.

"It's everywhere."

Chief Xu sighed in a low voice: "It's only late spring now, and it's too early to wait until the autumn harvest to collect grain. How many refugees are there everywhere? Why do you think that God-Given King was so kind, letting us pass all the way and letting us fight all the way to Fierce Tiger Pass, giving up half of Quzhou?"

"It's precisely because it's chaotic outside the pass!"

"We're blocked in front of Fierce Tiger Pass, with the God-Given King's Blood Floating Corpse in front of us and bandits and refugees from the eight prefectures and twenty counties behind us. The grain is transported over, and there's looting everywhere."

"Now, thanks to the disciples who don't eat beef running around, they've also made a name for our Grain Protection Army."

"Now, many aristocratic families in the eight prefectures and twenty counties outside Fierce Tiger Pass are willing to take out grain, but they're also suffering from the bandits robbing grain, and they've proposed conditions, asking the Grain Protection Army to solve those refugees for them first."

"…"

Chief Xu Wen-sheng was overjoyed to hear this: "This is a good thing. Not only is it grain, but to achieve great things, we need their support."

"Look at the dragons and snakes that have risen everywhere, which one doesn't have many noble people behind them?"

"In the past, our reputation was not good, and those aristocratic families mostly regarded us as mud-legged people who came out to grab grain. This time, we can take this opportunity to make a good name for ourselves."

"…"

Grain was a major issue. Thinking of this, Yang Gong and the others were going to suppress the bandits. Anyway, the Iron Barricade Army and the White Armor Army were not very useful in front of Fierce Tiger Pass, so they simply transferred 1,000 elite soldiers each and turned around. In a few days, they arrived at a valley.

They had already agreed with the aristocratic families in the eight prefectures and twenty counties that as long as they eliminated the bandits, they could immediately raise grain.

But the swords and weapons in their hands suddenly couldn't be lowered when they saw those refugees.

"You're telling me these are bandits?"

Yang Gong slowly put down the knife in his hand, looked at the people around him in disbelief.

He didn't actually see bandits, but saw people scattered across the mountains, leaning against each other, dressed in rags, and covered in withered grass.

He saw their fearful eyes, and he saw women with faces the color of vegetables and girls as thin as straw, who, despite their fear, still moved their steps to block the thin porridge in the pot behind them, which was so thin you could see your reflection.

These were not bandits, just people who couldn't get enough to eat.

Yang Gong understood, he used to be one of them too.

But in the silence around them, they suddenly heard someone laugh and walk out slowly, glancing at these people indifferently and pointing at them: "Yes, they are the bandits."

"It is these people who robbed our military grain. It is these people who are regarded as bandits and villains by the people of the eight prefectures and twenty counties."

"If you want grain, you have to kill them."

"…"

In that instant, Yang Gong's eyes turned red, and he raised the knife in his hand, but pointed it at him: "Who are you? How dare you say that?"

"You can call me Green Ant Wine."

The person said with a smile: "I also offered advice to your Grain Protection Army before and helped you avoid a massacre by the Blood Floating Corpse. But it's easy for me to let you hide for one night, but if you really want to deal with the Blood Floating Corpse, you need to face this problem."

"There is simply not enough grain in the world to eat."

He slowly raised his head and looked at Yang Gong: "Not to mention other places, there are at least a million people who are destined to not have enough to eat in the eight prefectures and twenty counties outside Fierce Tiger Pass, and at least 30% of these people will starve to death before the autumn harvest."

"What do you think they are?"

As he spoke, he swept his gaze over those ragged people with terrified eyes, and his voice suddenly lowered: "There are people like this inside Fierce Tiger Pass, there are also people outside Fierce Tiger Pass, and there are people all over the world."

"In the eyes of those who are determined to seize this world, they have a special name…"

"Redundant!"

"…"

Speaking of this, he paused and said: "Because the weight of this world is getting lighter and lighter, and there is destined to be not enough grain to eat, they can only starve to death."

"And before they starve to death, they dare to do anything, rob military grain, attack government offices, like locusts and flies, not within the calculations and planning of various parties, but only destroying the plans of the grass-roots kings to compete for the world. They are already outside the plans of this world."

"Therefore, they are redundant."

"Whether inside or outside Fierce Tiger Pass, if you want to stabilize the situation, you must first clear this redundancy."

"Inside Fierce Tiger Pass, someone is doing these things, solving the troubles for those aristocratic nobles, so the God-Given King is extremely brutal, but he is very popular. As soon as they hear that he is going to guard Fierce Tiger Pass, private soldiers and aristocratic families come."

He slowly withdrew his gaze and landed on Yang Gong's face: "So, who will do this outside Fierce Tiger Pass?"

"Or are you just waiting for that descendant of the Hu family to run into the yin realm and use his own strength to destroy the 30,000 Blood Floating Corpses inside Fierce Tiger Pass for you?"

"…"

Yang Gong was speechless for a moment, and the hand holding the knife began to tremble.

He looked at the group of refugees, only seeing empty eyes, and felt that the world was a miserable yellow, all reflected in his eyes.

For some inexplicable reason, he suddenly thought of when he was fighting the hungry ghosts in Ming Prefecture. At that time, he was a hero, full of enthusiasm, and it was worth it even if he risked his life, but when he killed the General of Heaven's Mandate, he felt strange for the first time.

The General of Heaven's Mandate said that he envied himself.

His knife cut off his head, but there was no hatred in his eyes, he just felt relieved.

No one spoke around, and some people secretly glanced at the strategist who offered advice, with suspicion in their eyes.

But the military advisor, Tie Zuizi, recognized his identity, but just shook his head slowly.

After a long, long time, Yang Gong suddenly got off his horse, strode forward, and walked into the group of refugees, saw the pot where they were cooking porridge.

Then he looked up at the people on the edge of the disaster, countless skin and bones, waiting to share the porridge.

He slowly opened his mouth, his voice hoarse: "So, is there really not enough grain in the world to eat?"

No one answered his question, they all felt that the truth was too cruel.

But at this moment, someone sighed softly and said: "No, there is enough to eat."

"Swish!"

Countless people turned their heads to look at the same time, and saw a man and a woman coming, both with a bit of mysterious aura. The people around them recognized them as capable people who had recently helped a lot in the army.

One asked others to call him Old Sorghum, and the other asked others to call her Jade Ice Shao. They were already elusive, but now, as they walked slowly, one could see that they had both been waiting for this scene to appear.

The one who spoke was Old Sorghum, his voice low: "I have recently investigated inside and outside the pass."

"There is enough grain to eat."

"It's just that it's all in the granaries of the aristocratic families in the eight prefectures and twenty counties, so not only are they not starving, but they can even support the army."

"These people don't necessarily have to be redundant. If you can open those people's granaries and distribute the grain, then you can survive until the autumn harvest and not so many people will starve to death."

"…"

Military Advisor Tie Zuizi suddenly heard this and his face changed drastically, his lips trembling slightly, and he already understood something.

"Not just inside and outside Fierce Tiger Pass, but on the West Mountain Road?"

The woman next to Old Sorghum said lightly: "It's the same all over the world."

"The weight of the world is indeed decreasing, and there is less grain, but at least there is enough for people to eat a full meal. To change this new world, it just depends on who dares to be the first to take the grain!"

Their words were too loud, suppressing everyone so much that they didn't know what to say, and Yang Gong, in everyone's eyes, was silent for a long time, then suddenly got up, rode his horse back to camp, and he didn't appear for half a day.

Only when he saw the sun setting and most of the day had passed, did he suddenly invite Iron Barricade King Zhou Datong into the tent. He saw that his eyes were bloodshot, and he was like a different person after not seeing him for half a day.

There was wine in front of the table, and he was already drunk.

When he saw Zhou Datong, he suddenly smiled: "Brother, after entering the pass, you should be the leader of this alliance!"

"Brother Hu helped me change my life, and I can actually be an emperor. I really started to dream this dream, thinking that I could just stay in the big tent honestly and wait for the emperor's seat to fall on my head."

"But now it seems that it's not like that at all."

"Brother Hu once passed me a Heavenly Book, so I understand the principle. He's not generous enough to just give the emperor's seat to someone to sit on, it's just that someone must sit on it."

"He chose me because of my background, but now, I have to do something else because of my background…"

As he said this, he got up. Zhou Datong tried to grab him, but he was broken free.

Now, outside the military tent, there were already many people waiting, including Military Advisor Tie Zuizi from the Grain Protection Army, and countless dark, bright eyes in the darkness.

And Yang Gong walked out in these countless gazes, and then slowly held the knife that Hu Ma had given him in his hands.

The blade reflected the surrounding fire basins and into his blood-red eyes.

Yang Gong slowly opened his mouth: "When I left Ming Prefecture, I boasted that as long as there is a Grain Protection Army, no one will starve to death."

"Now, it's time for me to fulfill my promise."

"Let's go!"

"Bring your knives, starting tonight, we're going to start a killing spree…"

"…"

"…"

In the yin realm, the head of the Li family was focused on arguing with Hu Ma about the outcome, but suddenly felt something and suddenly raised his head, as if the blood of the yang realm had seeped into the Nine Nether Hell.

The blood pool surged, and the Nine Nether shook.

He suddenly understood something and cried out in disbelief: "What have you done?"

Hu Ma turned to look at him, his voice seemed a little weak, and said in a low voice: "You're still talking about fighting..."

"But how can your Li family stop this great killing tribulation?"

"Even if the Ten Clans come together, they can't stop it!"