I am immortal.

Chapter 142 Cut off half of your luck!
Except for the little prince who was sleeping drowsily at the moment, the other princes also looked up and down at the man wearing the mask of an old man in front of him. Frowning, he pulled his drowsy little brother even harder.

The fourth prince seemed to feel relaxed and happy when he saw a famous person in the field, he smiled and nodded, and said: "I am Li Hui."

"Meet this gentleman."

The Seventh Prince's eyes lighted up slightly, and he held an exquisite teapot in one hand, poured tea into his own cup, then leaned back and drank the tea as if drinking alcohol, and laughed loudly: "Mr. Qi seems to be someone who can fight and kill the enemy. Spacious, why don't we go out and compete?"

"Will you use the gun, or the axe?"

Qi Wuhuo took these princes into his eyes, and his expression was peaceful under the mask.

Unexpectedly, the emperor's sons who had become famous all came.

After all, the land of Zhongzhou is really good, and these princes will come here to get together before going to the capital?
Or, it was because that sword broke the prince's luck.

The East Palace lost its owner, and the luck among the princes influenced each other, so it attracted the rest of the princes to come. He replied: "Pindao is just here to answer your doubts, but there are several, whoever asks first."

The fourth prince smiled slightly and said: "That's true, I didn't have any intention of asking before I went down."

"Seeing the gentleman's demeanor, there is something I want to ask."

"The rules of the Mingzhen Dao League here are that the law cannot be passed on to the six ears, so the two of you have to be alone when solving doubts, right?"

The seventh prince raised his thick eyebrows, and instinctively said: "The two of you are alone, this thing is very suitable for use."

"Killing any one of us will directly stir up the flames of the Daoist League and the court."

"Then the gap between the court and the sect can be bridged."

"If there is a fight inside, the demon kingdom outside will definitely sneak in and make trouble."

Immediately, the atmosphere froze, so he took a sip of tea, scratched his head, and laughed loudly: "I said something wrong, hahaha, I'm always in that poor place at the border gate, and when I have nothing to do, I like to listen to those rude people. Men gossip, those people like to talk about state affairs after a few drinks, look at me like this, I will be led astray by them."

"Oh, of course I can trust the reputation of the Dao League for thousands of years."

"Well, I'll be the first to ask."

The Seventh Prince got up and stood up. At this moment, he could see that he was extremely tall, more than eight feet tall, with extremely broad shoulders, thick and messy eyebrows, and arched his hands with a smile. When people were about to pass, the prince smiled lightly and said: "My cousin praises this place so much, I also believe in Daomeng."

"I'll come first."

"Hahaha, since the elder brother wants to be the first one, the younger brother naturally cannot compete with the elder brother."

The Seventh Prince sat down faster than standing up.

Simple and honest smile.

The prince's face was slightly stiff, and he took him in under the pretense that his younger brother was still sleeping peacefully. When he entered, he saw that the man who called himself Mr. Qi had already sat down. It also set off the masculinity in the gray clothes, with a faint sense of coldness.

The handsome man smiled and said: "My brother is young and hasn't woken up yet. I hope Mr. Qi will not blame him."

Qi Wuhuo replied: "It doesn't matter."

The sword box has been collected to be about a foot long, and it is hidden in a dark bag.

The Slayer Sword seems to have a little spirituality at this moment.

The previous aura is stronger if it is stronger, but it can only be released, not restrained yet.

After the Daoist kowtowed three times, he turned himself into a calmness that can let go and take in.

The young Taoist knocked on the sword case slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and with the help of the sword, he was able to 'see' the crown prince's pillar of luck very clearly. Huo looked at the sleeping little prince, and recalled the method told by the fortune teller and the means of avoiding disasters mentioned by Yunqin.

But he could see that some kind of luck in this young man was being swallowed up by the prince.

The young Taoist's hanging fingers calculated slightly, and he has calculated it. This is recorded in the classics, a very standard luck bureau——

【Python Swallowing Dragon】.

The prince's fate was cut off, like a dragon whose horns were cut off and a python retreated. In order not to die immediately, he had to swallow the dragon to maintain himself.

It's just the way of the emperor, after all, it is also a way of cultivating both life and soul.

It would be better if the one being devoured has a foundation of cultivation, and now this young prince obviously does not have that kind of cultivation. Under such reckless devouring of his closest relatives, he fell into extreme danger. In a long coma.

Although not life-threatening.

But it will cut off the upper limit of the way to cultivate luck in the future.

Even if it was so crazy, it was impossible for the prince's luck to recover.

The prince didn't intend to ask anything.

The first one to come here was just to overwhelm his younger brothers in everything.

Just casual chitchat, talking about high-sounding but shallow stuff.

Qi Wuhuo saw the crazy behavior of the prince devouring his younger brother's luck, but he no longer had any plans to use his sword. He saw that the prince was always holding a white jade ring in his hand, turning it slightly, and there was strong luck in it. Qi Wuhuo recalled the humanitarian classics he had read during this period of time, thoughtfully.

The fate of humanity is to gather a ray of the soul of the people into oneself, and then control the aura of the people to fight.

Either kill or protect.

The power of one person can be equal to ten thousand people, and the power of tens of thousands of people.

Therefore, it is extremely large and tyrannical.

Before, Qi Wuhuo was a little curious about how this humane luck condensed the primordial spirit and vitality into himself. Now that he saw the wrench in the crown prince's hand, which was tainted with extremely strong luck, he suddenly had a guess. , the primordial spirit and vitality of all people must be extremely mixed, condensed in one person, just like taking poison by oneself, it will be backlashed and affected, and gradually lose itself.

Therefore, these forces must be condensed outside. At present, it seems that they may not be directly gathered on the [Human Way Tool], and turned into the [Human Way Qi Luck] that matches the standard [Qi].

In other words, the prince's jade seal has been broken?

Looking at the prince who talked and laughed freely, the young Taoist could already deduce the huge storm he would bring after returning to the capital.

That emperor, today's saint.

What I long for is the feeling that everything is under my control.

A sword fell, but the prince had been abolished, and the prince who had lost his luck and personality also swallowed up the luck of the youngest prince.

In this way, a knife cannot make a knife.

The last Anzi who wanted to be protected with a knife would no longer be able to give birth to the next generation of Emperor.

Emperor, the sword of Pindao was laid out 50 years after you were smashed. I don’t know if you still like it?

However, it is not so much a game.

It's not that this sword directly arranged the future that the emperor had in his heart, that game of Dzogchen [Emperor Wen] directly flipped the table, causing the chess pieces to scatter on the ground with a crisp sound.

It is because of the loss of the process of devouring luck, and the collapse of the prince's own luck. After all, it is the flow and escape of humane luck. Qi Wuhuo didn't care at first, but unconsciously, these luck The aura of luck has permeated the whole room, and the Thief-Slaying Sword whistled slightly as he put it in his sleeve robe, as if he couldn't hold it back.

Qi Wuhuo was chatting with the prince about the way of practice and what he had seen and heard, his voice paused slightly.

It seems that this thing can't bear the prince's luck, and if the luck is consumed in vain, do you still want to maintain your superficial state?

The position of the prince is also really important.

However, judging from the close observation of this incense burning time, Qi Wuhuo had a faint guess in his mind-the weapon of humanity, and the changes in his own soul brought about by his experience after being an official in the court, the two combined One, is it the core method to control [Humanity Luck]?

The prince's luck was powerful, but he was cut off again, and he was still devouring his brother's luck.

Therefore, Qi Wuhuo could easily 'see' the changing trajectory of the prince's luck.

Cooperating with the records in humane classics, some truths were slowly deduced.

From ancient times to the present, no one has had such an opportunity as him to observe the flow of human spirit in this way.

This is equivalent to directly abolishing a prince and a prince, to show him the circulation of humane emperor's luck, and teach him what humane luck is.

As long as you are not a dull person, you will understand it through direct observation like this.

The young Taoist said to himself, is this Haoxiong [Apparatus Quantity]?
Then there is curiosity - can I?

In Huangliang's dream, it is also the change of the soul, isn't it similar to this human experience?
He suddenly thought of the words written in Dao Daojun's book, saying that since he has cultivated the Tao, he must have a long-term vision.

If you have a high vision and an open mind, you will know that there is nothing in the three thousand worlds that I cannot do.

The young Taoist said to himself, "The so-called supernatural powers are things that ordinary people dare not think about, and things that ordinary people cannot do." '

Since it is said that the experience of being an official in the court will cause some changes in the soul, and with the addition of the weapon of humanity, it can control the aura of humanity, then who said that Huang Liang's experience in a dream is not possible?Why not give it a try?

Qi Wuhuo closed his right hand slightly, pressed the sword box, and a ray of innate energy came into contact with the thief-killing sword in the sword box.

The sound of the sword was long.

Sitting upright with a restrained face, his eyes are slightly closed.

Prying the hidden memories in the primordial spirit, the breath changed for a long time.

The prince was hugging his sleeping brother very affectionately, and said with a smile: "The people are suffering. If a practitioner like Mr. can enter my court, then use the power of supernatural powers to seek the well-being of the people. How can our human race not be able to become the leader of all races in the world, why should the people not be able to live and work in peace and contentment?"

He was talking eloquently, but suddenly stagnated slightly.

Not knowing if it was his illusion, he looked at the man in front of him and suddenly felt that the man in front of him was not actually wearing a mask.

Although his voice is young, he is actually very old.

He is old and heavy, and his power is unpredictable, but he has a faint feeling of meeting the prime minister of the dynasty. For some reason, he feels cramped and restricted, no... the prince made a judgment in his heart, this feeling is almost beyond Facing the demeanor of the current prime minister, he even felt a sense of oppression that he couldn't hold his head up, and subconsciously became nervous.

But this kind of temperament disappeared in an instant.

It seems to be just the prince's illusion.

I heard birdsong outside the window, and the person sitting in front of me was still just an ordinary Taoist.

Qi Wuhu opened his eyes.

The eyes are clear and peaceful.

There is a slight sigh in my heart, not from the current Xuanwei Taoist identity, but from the standpoint of the Huangliang Yimeng, who seems to be true and not real, and seems false and not false. Under his sleeves, A ray of pure breath is entangled between the fingers, and it is extremely obedient——

He has been in the prime minister for more than [-] years, has been an extremely human minister, and is the Duke of Qi. Only now does he feel what the so-called [humanity luck] is.

The human destiny released by the prince is controlled by the young Taoist with his own soul.

And extremely smooth.

The current way of human emperor's luck is to walk the way of plundering power of "the loss is not enough to give more".

The purely humane luck itself, at least the prince's level of humane luck.

No ego, no spirituality.

It is still impossible to distinguish the difference between the Huangliang Yimeng created by the Taishang himself and the present world.

In front of this escaping luck, the feeling brought to it by the young man in front of him is not the Taoist Taishang Xuanwei who is idle in the clouds and wild cranes, but the incomparable and incomparable great master who is in the midst of the gods and martial arts. The Duke of Qi, the first rank, is the general of the three armies who Zhenyuan Yangwei, the young teacher of the prince, and the grand master of the new dynasty.

In the face of such an existence, choosing between a prince whose fate has been abolished is like a stream of water, naturally looking for living water, like descending from a height, and falling into Qi Wuhuo naturally.

It's just that there is a lack of a human weapon to mobilize this human luck.

It can't be stored yet.

Therefore, Qi Wuhuo only sent it into the Thief-Slaying Sword.

On the long sword, the aura is more abundant.

But the prince didn't know why, and gradually became tired. He only felt that the poison of luck that had been suppressed with great difficulty before was likely to rise again. His expression was tired, and the conversation faded away. Said: "Young master is tired, why don't we talk about it some other day."

The prince forced a smile and said: "It's a good chat today, and I will come to bother you again in the future."

When he got up, he should have left, but he turned around and asked, "Mister should know my identity."

"I don't know if my husband thinks that this palace can be called the emperor in the future?"

The young Taoist narrowed his eyes.

But in the eyes of the prince, he was in a trance, as if he saw an old man with a deep aura looking at him. He was tall and had a deep aura. It's like a sea like a prison, but after a trance, what the soul sees is still the young Taoist. The latter replied:

"Only benevolence and virtue can be the emperor of the world."

The prince reluctantly cupped his hands and said, "That's it, Bengong, I've been taught."

When I went out, my back was soaked in cold sweat.

Qi Wuhuo sat down.

Eyes drooping slightly,

The sword box was already several times heavier, and the thief-killing sword was filled with aura.

Half of the prince's luck has been swallowed.

The sword potential has been accomplished.

PS
There was a typo in the previous chapter, it was the seventh prince laughing, not the sixth prince.

The crown prince, the fourth prince, the seventh prince, the king of Qin, and the youngest son, there are five in total.

(End of this chapter)