Jing River Dragon King, cut...
Qi WuHuo suddenly thought of the extremely arrogant white-clothed water god, the dispute between him and that fortune teller, and fortune teller's judgment and sneer at him. He realized clearly that this young-looking man The light white-clothed water god should be the Jing River Dragon King recorded on the document that came with Five Thunder Judge Seal. He is the Jing of [Jing Wei Fen Ming]. He is already considered a very big water god in Zhongzhou.
Such a water god has countless water tribes under his command and controls a river that is almost a thousand miles long.
The lands and mountains on both sides will be affected by Him.
Among the branches extending out from the Jing River, there are a total of twenty-five water houses.
Within his domain, the majesty and ability of such a water god are no less than those of the emperor. He can stir up wind and rain, and soar into the clouds and mist. All creatures in the river basin are affected by it. However, such an authoritative god will also be killed for dereliction of duty due to rain. It can be expected that many other officials in heaven, earth, and water will also become more vigilant because of such things, to follow their duties and not act recklessly.
The way of the Human Emperor lacks checks and balances, and also lacks a force that directly threatens Human Emperor.
It should be like North Pole Exorcism Institute, checking the ghosts and gods of the three realms.
Human Emperor should also be so restricted.
Once you neglect your duties, it will cause huge disasters.
Once the people's lives are ruined because of their own desires.
Just strip him of his life and kill him.
This will make Human Emperor diligent.
But, what can be done to restrict the way of the Human Emperor in turn?
Young Daoist pondered for a long time, picked up the pen, put it on the white paper, and slowly wrote a big character.
[Civil].
A person who becomes an emperor has great abilities, great mana, and Divine Ability. Since he is accomplished by carrying the power of all living beings, he should naturally bear enough responsibilities. But Qi WuHuo remembered what old village chief said again. Old village chief felt that the current emperor was a saint and worthy of the title Human Emperor.
What if someone deceives them like Human Emperor now?
Therefore, there should be an organization like North Pole Exorcism Institute.
An absolutely powerful and ruthless force.
Young Daoist has thought about it for a long time, but has not yet been able to find such power.
And North Pole Exorcism Institute is not only the place with the heaviest killings among the three realms, but also the last link to ensure order. Young Daoist recalled what he saw and felt just now, and whispered softly, "Every move is not only the most murderous and killing move, but also the most protective and dignified thing."
"In a moment..."
Qi WuHuo closed his eyes for a long time, pressed his right hand on the sword case, and Primordial Prenatal Qi pulled it.
Accompanied by waves of low sword sounds.
The Kill the Bandits Sword naturally flew out and fell into the palm. This sword was previously guided by the captain's obsession and unwillingness. Qi WuHuo was condensed with this Primordial Scarlet Script, and then He imitated the method of Human Emperor's luck and condensed it into a stream of red luck. In an instant, he slashed horizontally with his sword and forcibly struck the prince's luck beam with the heavenly secret killing method mentioned by fortune teller.
But since I have never watched, Qi WuHuo doesn't know how effective it will be.
However, the horizontal attack on Qi Luck encountered a backlash, and the thoughts on the sword also dispersed a lot.
After Primordial Spirit lost Qi WuHuo, the previous crimson luck also dispersed. But at this moment, young Daoist held the sword in his right hand, and the sword fingers of his left hand were pressed on the sword body and slowly brushed against it. The sword cry was no longer the low and violent one before, but instead carried wisps of silence, which was faintly changed.
The volume "Great Dao Lord Zaihuo Xiaodaojun Shu" that was previously placed in the sleeve robe naturally floated in the void.
Then it slowly unfolded in the void.
The whistle of the long sword suddenly became loud and exciting.
Qi WuHuo glanced across these words and saw Spirit Charm among them. Many thoughts and ideas that had been temporarily stopped resurfaced again. Then without hesitation, he immediately tried to condense them. The crimson luck began to flow, but this time, Qi WuHuo tried not to use his own Primordial Spirit to consolidate the luck like before, but hoped that he could do it, and in one thought, the luck would last forever.
But when his Primordial Spirit stopped driving, the red luck still dispersed.
Young Daoist closed his eyes. "It really failed."
"Easier said than done."
"It doesn't matter, I'll do it again."
Young Daoist's voice was gentle and he was still trying to hold the sword.
This time it also collapsed.
Little Peacock is slowly getting sleepy. It is still in the childish state of just being born.
When you are in good spirits, you are very good, lively and full of energy.
But he will soon become sleepy again.
After basically two hours of rest, there will be an active stage of about a quarter of an hour.
At first I thought it was interesting to see young Daoist holding a long sword to condense Qi, but gradually it became boring.
So he took the initiative to slide down young Daoist's sleeves.
Then little by little, he crawled into the hidden pocket inside the sleeve robe.
Tuck yourself in.
Then the two wings were folded up very thoughtfully and carefully, and were 'covered' by the hidden bag.
Then he yawned, slapped his mouth, shrank into the secret bag and fell asleep.
Young Daoist smiled helplessly, and had to take off the loose outer part of the Daoist robe to avoid accidentally injuring Little Peacock when condensing Qi and swinging the sword. He only wore the clothes inside the loose Daoist robe, practiced with a sword, and tried to constantly dismantle Human Emperor Qi, trying to combine [Human Emperor Qi Luck] and [Sword Killing Method].
Try again and again, fail again and again, but in the end it is difficult to succeed. Even if it is barely condensed, it is just the same as before, purely condensed by its own Primordial Spirit. After Primordial Spirit leaves, it will be difficult to survive. Its degree of condensation is only to the extent that it will be scattered with one wave.
How could he possibly go to meet the enemy?
Qi WuHuo did not feel discouraged, but still kept thinking, reflecting, condensing Qi cultivation machines, and swinging the sword.
Every time it passes, the Qi on the sword becomes more and more condensed.
But there has never been a real qualitative change.
After several hours, young Daoist was extremely tired. He raised his eyes and saw that the sun was faintly showing light on the horizon, breaking through the layers of black clouds. He was slightly startled, and suddenly realized something. He lowered his eyes and said to himself:
"One thought can be used to protect, and one thought can be used to kill. I was previously obsessed with the fact that this is the method of condensing humanity. Using the luck condensed in this method to kill Human Dao Emperor's aura is actually a matter of using one's spear to attack the other's shield."
"This is not like saying that dark clouds are the masters of the sky, and the sun must be covered by dark clouds. It can only appear if the dark clouds allow it, otherwise it will be covered by the dark clouds."
"Luck is like the sun, but who said Human Emperor controls it!"
"Human Emperor is just like a thief, using the light of the sun to increase his majesty."
"Such an idea fell under the influence of the rules of humane imperial energy from the beginning."
"It's a mental prison."
Young Daoist sighed and suddenly blurted out:
"You are like the sun?"
"Wrong! If you are a great sun, then it depends on when the great sun will die!"
"That's how it should be-"
"The people are noble and the king is light."
"I understand..."
Young Daoist raised the sword, and the sword roared.
With just this movement, there was already a faint red light on the sword blade.
This time, it no longer roared as fiercely as before at the Ming Zhen Dao Alliance, but became quiet.
Although quiet, there is an indescribable sense of solemnity.
Young Daoist breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his face. When he lifted the sword, he saw that on this broad sword, which was originally used by a warrior, there was faintly pure red flowing, like firelight, and more like blood. The word "kill the thief" that was originally simply written in Yunzhuan was also imbued with this red luck.
It is not so much a spiritual treasure used by Daoist practitioners to kill demons with a sword.
Rather, it is more like a humane instrument of luck.
It's just that this instrument of luck is not used to fix the luck, but to cut it off.
Young Daoist stroked the word "kill the thief" with his hand and whispered quietly, "It's done..."
Even though he was still a young man at heart, he couldn't help but hold the sword hard.
This sword should be used to draw the sword, and this sword should be used to kill thieves.
The sword also seemed to be extremely happy and seemed to have spirituality. It whistled slightly and the sword's sound was low in response. Qi WuHuo felt that he had finally taken a step forward and finally gained something. Then he was relieved. In an instant, countless fatigues came up, giving him the feeling of lying down and falling asleep immediately.
At this moment, I suddenly heard a sound, as if someone laughed and said:
"After spending a whole day and a night, only a sliver of it can be seen, like a blind man touching an elephant, not seeing the whole picture, but laughing endlessly, saying that he has attained the Tao."
"Little young Daoist is really arrogant and ridiculous!"
"Ah?!"
Young Daoist was slightly startled, his face turned red at first, as if he was extremely embarrassed.
Immediately, he subconsciously looked for the source of the sound.
He asked, "Which fellow Daoist is it?"
His eyes finally fell on the volume "Great Dao Lord Zaiwuhuo Xiaodaojun Shu", and he was slightly startled.
I saw that although this volume no longer had its own Primordial Prenatal Qi actuator, it still floated naturally in the air.
The words above are all shining with light. At this moment, Scripture Pavilion is blocked and there is no one else. Only the morning light breaks through the jungle mist and flows in from the gap in the window.
As Qi WuHuo has seen before - these words still contain the Daoist's strong self-will, so they look like mist under the morning light.
The aggregation of will on countless words.
It was as if there was a black-robed Daoist walking out of the sea of skylight and clouds, with a very calm and unrestrained demeanor.
Break through the fog and walk in the world.
It seems true and false, false and illusory.
Qi WuHuo watched as Spirit Charm on countless words gathered together and turned into this Daoist, and this Daoist seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and replied like this:
"Don't look for it, don't read it."
"I have corresponded with you twice, and you have called me Daoist friend and senior. Why, now in front of you, you don't recognize me?"
The Daoist seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He swept away the dust in his hand, his demeanor was ethereal and unrestrained, and he was indescribably handsome.
"This is my seat, Great Dao Lord."
Among Shangqing Library.
Second floor.
"Disciple has seen Martial Uncle."
"Master is in retreat and wants his disciples to come and inquire. He said that a few days have passed. Have you chosen the list for the battle five hundred years from now?"
A man in a battle robe bowed his hands in a very respectful salute, and the handsome Daoist priest could no longer use his jade-clear face at this moment. He just looked like himself. But even though he was here at the moment, he was just lying on the cloud bed, supporting his head with one hand, with his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping soundly, and did not answer.
The man was confused:
"Martial Uncle, Martial Uncle?"
"Is this... asleep?"