I am a fairy in the world of mortals

Chapter 167 The Emperor’s Fear
Stop the vulgar trend!
Monk Yunxue's ability to become famous.

With one stroke of the knife, three thousand threads of worry are cut off.

This sword did not really fall on Emperor Heng's body, but it cut into Emperor Heng's heart.

After one stroke, there is no greed, no anger, no hatred, no resentment.

His face, which was originally full of anger, seemed to relax in an instant.

"It's a really powerful move!"

"I've learned it! I've learned it! Combine the artistic conception of martial arts with magical powers to form your own unique method. It only takes one strike and it will be effective."

"Supernatural power is not limited to one move. The more you stack it, the better it will be." Li Lang also sighed in his heart after playing Duan Suliu.

However, it was obvious that Emperor Heng would not be dealt with like this. For a moment, an extremely clear look of fear appeared on his face. In an instant, the sense of transcendence, as if all common thoughts had been cut off, completely dissipated.

"Good monk! Good monk! What a great way to cut off the secular trend. If you have this sword, take a look at my sword too!"

Then it sang happily in his palm.

With such a sword falling, no matter how to solve the situation, there must be certain trade-offs.

He's still far from it.

Cultivation can accumulate resources, but knowledge is something that requires time and experience.

To deal with it with tricks is destined to fail.

The sword is the appearance, but the magical power is the foundation.

However, this battle did not require him to put too much thought into it.

This is a psychic sword whose quality far exceeds that of ordinary magic weapons.

The short and thick black sword, neither long nor short, stabbed towards Li Lang. When the sword fell, magical powers shone like stars in the area laid out.

Before Li Lang could think of anything, a beautiful moon-white blade flew from nowhere and landed lightly in his palm.

After saying that, it was as if a sword was grabbed out of nothingness. This sword is only two feet long. It is not a long sword, but it is also not a short sword or dagger. The important thing is that it is also very wide. It looks short and stubby. Thick and very weird.

It was more like a broken sword that had just been reforged.

Because it gives people the feeling that it is like a poisonous snake, lurking in the shadows and spitting out poisonous light at any time.

Such a sword, looking at it at the moment, really doesn't look like an emperor's sword.

The whole body is pitch black, as if it can absorb light.

One sword instantly turns into dozens of swords, and each sword is superimposed with a magical power. It is a magical sword and cannot be regarded as an ordinary offset.

It gives people a cold and forbidding feeling, like the steep and dangerous peaks, or the dark and deep abyss.

Facing Emperor Heng's sword that transformed into magical powers, Li Lang relied on his instinct at the moment to cut it out with a beautiful blade.

When Emperor Heng held it, he seemed to have grasped the core of its life, and his whole breath and temperament changed in an instant.

This is not a simple swordsmanship competition, but a competition in the application of magical powers.

Li Lang looked at such a move. Even if he realized the unique sword skills of Sword 1, Sword 2, and Sword 3 on his own, there was nothing he could do at this moment.

If we talk about cutting off the worldly flow, we mean cutting off the world of mortals with one move.

With this sword, he descended from the mountain to the world and saw the suffering of all living beings.

Bodhisattva is awesome!
This is a word brand name.

But at this moment, it is also the name of a sword technique.

Just like Duan Suliu, this sword is not for killing, but for punishment.

A kind and forgiving soul, even in confusion and suffering, is still willing to bear the suffering for all living beings.

When the sword fell, all of Emperor Heng's attacks were neutralized silently. Because at this moment, all his murderous intent and hostility were transferred to Li Lang's body, where he could bear and digest it.

Without the magical power and sword skills to kill, even if it falls, it will be difficult to hurt anyone.

"What a difficult monk!" Emperor Heng snorted coldly.

Then a man wearing a black dragon robe walked out from behind him. Although his face was unknown, there were steps of immortality hovering behind him.

As soon as the divine map was revealed, divine light shone forth, and the powerful realm was filled with black divine light, shining countless times.

Emperor Heng was about to lose all his patience with the monk in front of him.

The empress on the other side has opened a gap. Headed by Zhang Yuansheng and other civil and military ministers, they are currently breaking through the defense set up by the eight guards in front of the palace gate and charging into the palace at the cost of huge sacrifices.

Looking at this scene, Emperor Heng showed fear.

Is he afraid of his ministers?
But how is this possible?

If he was really afraid of this, how could he do such a perverse act as burning the country's fate just to make elixirs?

An idea suddenly formed in Li Lang's mind, and then he couldn't contain it immediately.

Whether it was right or not, he wanted to say it at this moment.

"Are you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"Are you afraid that the ministers will invade the palace? Or are you afraid that the old dream of Emperor Yuan's last years will happen again?" Li Lang asked.

Hearing this, Emperor Heng's breath changed several times, and the fire under the alchemy furnace next to him, which was connected to his mind, also calmed down a bit.

"As expected! The reason why you don't love the country, but only want to refine elixirs for immortality, is because you are afraid of sitting in that position."

"You saw with your own eyes that the founding emperor Yuan was killed by his ministers. You were put on the throne, but you were forced to change your surname and had your spine broken." Li Lang's voice was far more ruthless than the knife in his hand. Much.

After all, it was Yun Xue who wielded the knife, and Li Lang who spoke.

Li Lang is not as gentle as Yun Xue.

Emperor Heng was finally provoked and said angrily: "What do you know?"

"Ignorant junior! What do you know?"

"My father...my father, he is so powerful. He has swept across the world and calmed down the troubled times. He is stronger than you and me, stronger than that unfilial daughter, and stronger than everyone combined. He has reached an unknowable state. , is to be a true immortal in this world.”

"I thought he was invincible and would always be invincible. He would lead us, leading Daqian, to unimaginable strength." As he spoke, Emperor Heng's face showed a more obvious look of fear.

"But on that day... on that day, August 21, Tianyuan year 19, I will always remember that moment."

"My great father, the founder of this country, an unimaginable strong man, I can only look up to him forever. I never thought about the person who replaced him, but he was nailed to the dragon throne by human beings, and his blood flowed. I will never forget the color of blood in the entire palace and the Wuji Palace." Emperor Heng's voice was trembling slightly as he spoke.

He may have suppressed and suppressed the pain and fear for a long time.

Therefore, at this moment, when he was closest to 'success', he finally couldn't help but speak out all the words that were pressing in his heart.

Whether it's pain or joy, you need an outlet.

Perhaps after today, even if he successfully obtained the magic elixir, he would never be able to find anyone to confide in.

He also did not regard Li Lang as a young monk from Qingyang Temple.

But it was Monk Yunxue who amazed an era a hundred years ago.

If it was Yun Xue, it would be worthy for him to confide the long-suppressed fear in his heart.

"As expected, you escaped Xiuluo, and after you secured the throne, you started refining elixirs. You even burned the country's fate and destroyed the entire Daqian to practice the magic elixir. It was because you were afraid of that position, a position that countless people yearned for. , seems like a terrible curse to you.”

"You are worried that one day you will be the same as Emperor Yuan, so you only pursue the existence of an individual and have no respect for the country or billions of living beings." Li Lang held the knife and passed through the sword laid by Emperor Heng step by step. Net, close to where he is.

(End of this chapter)