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Chapter 136 The Choice of Lord Daoist Shangqing
The Dragon King of Jinghe River, cut...

Qi Wuhuo suddenly thought of the extremely proud white-clothed water god, thought of the dispute between him and the fortune teller, thought of the fortune-teller's judgment and sneer at him, and realized that this young-looking white-clothed water god, It should be the Jinghe Dragon King recorded in the document that came with the seal of Judge Wulei.

Such a water god is surrounded by countless aquatic tribes and controls rivers nearly thousands of miles long.

The lands and mountains on either side will be under His influence.

And among the branch veins extending because of the Jingshui, there are a total of 25 water mansions opened up.

In his domain, such a water god is not inferior to the emperor in majesty and ability. He can make wind and rain, ride clouds and fog, and all the creatures in the river basin are affected by it. Being beheaded, it can be predicted that many other heavenly officials, local officials and water officials will also become more vigilant because of such things, to follow their duties and not act recklessly.

The way of the Emperor lacks checks and balances, and also lacks a force that directly threatens the Emperor.

It should be like the North Pole Exorcism Court, which checks the ghosts and gods of the Three Realms.

The Human Sovereign should also be restricted in this way.

Once dereliction of duty and lead to a huge disaster.

Once because of his own desires, the lives of the people of the Li people are ruined.

Just strip its fate and kill it.

So impressive.

However, what can conversely restrict the Way of the Emperor?

The young Taoist pondered for a long time, picked up the pen, landed on the white paper, and slowly wrote a large character.

【civil】.

Those who become emperors have great abilities, mana, and supernatural powers. Since they are achieved by bearing the power of all beings, they should naturally bear enough responsibilities. It's just that Qi Wuhuofu remembered what the old head said, Chang felt that the current emperor was a saint and worthy of the title of emperor.

What if someone blinded them like the current emperor?
So there should be an institution like the North Pole Exorcism Institute.

An absolutely powerful and merciless force.

The young Taoist thought for a long time, but he still couldn't find such a power.

The North Pole Exorcism Court is not only the place with the heaviest slaughter in the three worlds, but also the last guarantee of order. The young Taoist recalled what he saw and felt just now, and said in a low voice: "Every move is the most murderous and most murderous place." It is also the most dignified thing to do."

"in a moment……"

Qi Wuhuo closed his eyes for a long time, pressed his right hand on the sword box, and drew it with the innate qi.

Accompanied by bursts of low-pitched sword sounds.

The thief-killing sword naturally flew out and fell into the palm. This sword was previously attracted by the school captain's obsession and reluctance. The method of emperor's luck was condensed and gathered into a crimson luck. Immediately, he slashed horizontally with his sword, and forcibly slashed the crown prince's beam of luck by using the heavenly secret killing method that the fortune teller said.

It's just that after all, he never watched from the sidelines, and Qi Wuhuo didn't know how effective it was.

As for crossing luck, he encountered a backlash, and the thoughts on the sword also dissipated a lot.

After losing Qi Wuhuo's primordial spirit, the previous crimson luck also dissipated, but at this moment, the young Taoist held the sword in his right hand, and the sword fingers of his left hand brushed slowly over the sword body, and the sound of the sword stopped The previous low-key and tyrannical, but with strands of silence, faintly changed.

The volume of "Da Dao Jun Answers Wuhuo Xiao Dao Jun Shu" that was put in the sleeve robe before was naturally floating in the void.

Then it slowly unfolded in the void.

The whistling sound of the long sword suddenly became agitated.

Qi Wuhuo glanced over these words, saw the charm in them, and many thoughts and ideas that had been temporarily stopped before resurfaced, and then without hesitation, he immediately tried to gather them, and there was that scarlet-like aura on the sword body again. Luck began to circulate, but this time, Qi Wuhuo tried not to use his own soul to gather luck as before, but hoped that it could be done, and that luck would last forever in a single thought.

It's just that when his primordial spirit stopped controlling it, the crimson luck still dissipated.

The young Taoist closed his eyes: "Sure enough, it failed."

"It's easier said than done."

"It's okay, come again."

The young Taoist's voice was gentle, and he still tried with his sword.

This time it also collapsed.

The little peacock was slowly getting sleepy, it was still in an immature state when it was just born.

When the spirit is good, it is excellent, alive and kicking, full of energy.

But it will soon become sleepy again.

Basically rest for two hours, and then there will be an active stage of about a quarter of an hour.

At first, it was very interesting to see the young Taoist holding a long sword to condense energy, but it gradually became boring.

So he voluntarily slid down the sleeve robe of the young Taoist priest.

Then he crawled into the hidden pocket inside the sleeve robe little by little.

Tuck yourself in.

Then the two wings were folded very intimately and carefully, and were 'covered' by the dark bag.

Then he yawned, smacked his mouth, retracted into the dark bag and fell asleep.

The young Taoist smiled helplessly, so he had to take off the loose part of the Taoist robe, so as not to accidentally hurt the little peacock when he was condensing his energy and swinging his sword. To understand the mechanism of human emperor's qi, try to combine "human emperor's luck" and "sword killing method".

Trying again and again, failing again and again, in the end it is difficult to succeed, even if it is barely condensed, it is just the same as before, it is purely condensed by its own soul, and it is difficult to survive after the soul leaves. The level of condensedness is only the level at which it will disperse with one wave.

How could it be possible to meet the enemy?

Qi Wuhuo didn't feel discouraged, but still kept thinking, reflecting, concentrating energy, and swinging the sword.

Every time it passed, the aura on the sword became more and more condensed.

But there has never been a real qualitative change.

After several full hours, the young Taoist was extremely exhausted. When he raised his eyes, he saw that the big sun had faintly emerged from the sky, shining through layers of black clouds. :
"One thought can protect, and one thought can also kill. I was obsessed with it before. This is the method of condensing the human way. Using the luck condensed by this method to kill the aura of the emperor of the human way is actually attacking the shield with the spear. matter."

"It's not like saying that dark clouds are the masters of the sky, and the great sun must be covered by dark clouds. It can only appear if the dark clouds allow it, otherwise it will be covered by dark clouds."

"Luck is like a great sun, but who said that the emperor controls it!"

"The Human Sovereign is just like a thief, taking advantage of the brilliance of the great sun to increase his majesty."

"This kind of thinking fell under the influence of the rules of humaneness from the very beginning."

"It's a mental prison."

The young Taoist sighed, and suddenly blurted out:
"The king is like a great day?"

"Wrong! If you are a great sun, then it depends on when the great sun will die!"

"It should be—"

"The people are the most important, and the king is the least."

"I understand……"

The young Taoist held the sword and lifted it, and the sword screamed and screamed.

With just this one movement, there is already a faint red streamer on the blade.

This time, it was no longer as loud as it was in Mingzhen Daomeng, but quiet.

Although it was quiet, there was an indescribable sense of solemnity.

The young Taoist breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his face. When he lifted the sword, he saw that there was a very pure red color faintly flowing on the wide sword originally used by the general, which was also like fire, and even more like blood. And the word "killing a thief" originally written purely in cloud seal script has also been filled with this red luck.

It is not so much a spiritual treasure for Taoist cultivators to kill demons with their swords.

It might as well be more like an instrument of luck for humanity.

It's just that this luck tool is not for fixing luck, but for cutting luck.

The young Taoist caressed the word "killing the thief" and whispered peacefully: "It's done..."

Even he, after all, has a youthful heart, and couldn't help but grip the sword vigorously.

You should use this sword to make a sword, and you should use this sword to kill thieves.

This sword also seems to be very happy, it seems to have spirituality, it whistles slightly, and the sword's sound is low, in response, so that Qi Wuhuo finally took a step forward, finally gained something, and then he was relieved. Countless exhaustions surged up all at once, making him feel as if he would immediately lie down and fall asleep.

At this moment, I heard a voice suddenly, and it seemed that someone laughed loudly:

"All day and one night, only one thread is clear, like a blind man touching an elephant, who cannot see the whole picture, but laughs endlessly, saying that he has obtained the Tao."

"Little Taoist, you are really arrogant, it's ridiculous!"

"what?!"

The young Taoist was slightly taken aback, his face turned red at first, as if he was extremely embarrassed.

Immediately subconsciously searched for the source of the sound.

In the mouth, he asked: "Which fellow Taoist?"

His gaze finally landed on the volume of "The Lord of the Great Dao Responds to the Book of the Lesser Lord of Wuhuo", and he was slightly stunned.

Seeing this book, even though it does not have my innate energy, it still floats naturally in the air.

The words on this surface are full of flowing light. At this moment, there is no one else, but the morning light pierces through the mist of the forest and flows in through the gap in the window.

As Qi Wuhuo had seen before—these words still contained the strong self-will of that Taoist, so under the morning light, they were like mist.

The aggregation of wills on countless words.

It was as if a Taoist man in black came out from the sea of ​​light and clouds, with an extremely calm and unrestrained demeanor.

Break through the fog and walk in the world.

False, false, unreal.

Qi Wuhuo watched the charm of countless words gather and turned into this Taoist, and this Taoist seemed to be smiling, and replied like this:
"Don't look for it, don't read it."

"I've written with you twice, and you both call me fellow daoist and senior. Why, now that I'm in front of you, don't you recognize me?"

The Taoist smiled but was not a smile, swept the dust in his hands, and said indifferently, with an ethereal and unrestrained demeanor, indescribably handsome:
"This seat, Lord Daoist."

........................

In Shangqing Library Pavilion.

Second floor.

"The disciple has seen the uncle."

"Master is retreating, and asked his disciples to come and ask, saying that it has been a few days, can you choose the list of battles in 500 years?"

A man in a war robe bowed his hands in a respectful salute, and the handsome Taoist couldn't use Yuqing's face at the moment, just like himself, but even though he was here at the moment, he was only reclined on the cloud bed, supporting himself with one hand. He bowed his head, closed his eyes, seemed to be in a sound sleep, and did not answer.

The man wondered:
"Uncle, uncle?"

"Is this... asleep?"

(End of this chapter)