The Heaven-shattering: Starting from Simulating Becoming an Emperor

Chapter 9 The starting point of this life, a lineage of ruthless people

It seems that the other party is unwilling to be controlled all the time, which makes this person dissatisfied and he wants to get rid of the Taoist Qingniu.

Yes, if the Immortal Heavenly Art were to be passed on to outsiders, the ruthless lineage would no longer have any support, and without the imperial weapons, wouldn't it be in name only?

Kung Fu is the foundation of a religion, so its importance is of paramount importance.

Especially the imperial scripture like the Immortal Heavenly Art which can restrain the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art is unique in the world.

On the surface, these people who practice the Heaven-Devouring Demon Art are the leaders of a sect, but in the mysterious man's mind, they are just running dogs and pawns that will be replaced after being used.

Such an excessive request would naturally not be granted.

It seems that this Taoist Qingniu is in danger. He will be abandoned soon and end up in disgrace.

Zhang Huan wondered in his heart what confidence this Taoist Qingniu had to dare to propose such conditions to this mysterious man.

"I've calculated that I've been stuck as a Saint King for a thousand years. My demon fetus has never been formed, and I can't move forward."

The middle-aged man sighed. Although he was practicing the Emperor's Scripture and had sufficient resources, his talent and aptitude were limited, so he was still unable to truly perfect the Immortal Heavenly Art.

It was like being stuck in a vicious circle, unable to find an answer, and over time it turned into a knot in my heart.

If he can emerge as a butterfly from his cocoon, he could potentially become a quasi-emperor in the future. Then he could go public through a backdoor listing and find a holy place to hide in. This lineage would then be able to truly grow bigger and there would be no need to hide like it does now, being condemned by everyone.

"The prosperous era is approaching, and the younger generation of Beidou is becoming more and more powerful. If we still can't make any progress, we will have to lie dormant for a long time."

As time went by, many people had paid attention to them, seeking the Emperor's Scripture and inheritance. That was why this lineage was so cautious and acted with its tail between its legs.

He thought that this might be the last time he would collect resources in this life. The resources he had collected over the years were enough for thousands of years of consumption, so there was no need to rush around for it again.

From now on they will lie dormant again, and wait until there are fewer powerful masters in the world, and then slowly extend their tentacles.

"No, let's go out again. The Qingniu Taoist group is a hidden danger. It's just right to solve them all and get rid of the tail completely."

"Saint-level magic food is rare, maybe it can break my shackles in one fell swoop."

There was a bloodthirsty light in the middle-aged man's eyes, and his cruel look seemed to be telling the leaders of those branch offices the fate of those branch offices.

Poor Taoist Qingniu is still thinking about the Immortal Heavenly Skill, not knowing that he has become someone else's meal.

The Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art was born to be the nourishment and tonic for the Immortal Heavenly Art.

After swallowing up more than a dozen saints in Zhongzhou, together with the helmsmen from other places, it may not be impossible for him to comprehend a new path.

Zhang Huan nodded secretly. In his perception, the other party's cultivation was very solid. Years of accumulation had laid a solid foundation for him. If he could break through, it would be normal for him to break through continuously in one day.

If he were an enemy, Zhang Huan would never let such a person grow up. He would destroy him as soon as possible before he gains power!
"This person must die!"

After finally checking the safety of the resources and confirming that he had not taken any marked items, the middle-aged man collected the resources and transferred them into a small white tripod, a holy artifact.

Once you enter the small tripod, it's like a stone sinking into the ocean, cut off from everything.

"This tripod can even block spiritual consciousness. I wonder what material it is made of."

Zhang Huan's spiritual sense was unable to penetrate the cauldron and see the scene inside. Even with his cultivation in the Great Saint Realm, he was unable to find anything unusual. It was not until his spiritual sense touched it that he realized its specialness.

Seeing that the small tripod was hidden in the sea of ​​suffering, Zhang Huan decided to leave the man half-dead.

Muttering as he walked out of the cave, the middle-aged man looked at the young man at the entrance with a look of surprise.

"Who are you!"

The middle-aged man was horrified and hurriedly took out a jade plate.

When he came here, he had filled in the field outside the surrounding mountains and had not noticed anything unusual until now. Unexpectedly, he suddenly saw an uninvited guest outside the cave.

"The person who wants your life!"

Zhang Huan sneered, took out the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar and smashed it over. With his imperial pressure, he hit the man's head with one blow, tearing his soul apart.

"With your limited attainments in the source arts, you can break it by just stirring up the power of heaven and earth."

Looking at the man who had fallen straight to the ground, Zhang Huan explained, but he thought the other party probably couldn't hear him anymore.

He has been refining the Sky-Devouring Demon Pot for many years, and it is more fluent in use than his own sacred weapon. For long-range attacks, he can use it with extreme light waves, and for close attacks, he can just smash it on the forehead.

No matter how they fight, the enemy will be seriously injured if they are hit. The imperial weapon has no weaknesses, and it is unmatched even if it fights in the most primitive way. Zhang Huan went forward to collect the remaining fragments of the soul. He looked at his memory and found that a part of the memory was deleted, which happened to be the most critical nest.

Using the soul-summoning technique to complete it and practicing for a long time, Zhang Huan broke his restriction and tried to deduce the location of the ruthless lineage.

To cut the grass, you must root it out. Zhang Huan is also a cultivator who practices magic, so he remembers this point firmly. Besides, he also covets the opportunity of being a ruthless person.

The golden threads of law were densely spread, activating the patterns of the Tao, extending toward the land of East Wilderness, and finally stopping in an ordinary village.

“It’s here.”

Zhang Huan, who had calculated the location, exclaimed in surprise.

He simply couldn't believe it. If this information hadn't come from the mysterious man's memory fragments, he would never have taken it seriously.

Black Wind Village.
A familiar yet strange place.

The lineage of ruthless men who left a great reputation in the Eastern Wilderness was actually hidden at the starting point of his life.

It was only a few hundred meters away from the village where the innate Taoist fetus that Zhang Huan rescued was born.

As I recall, it only took a few mortal bandits to make the entire village kneel down and beg for mercy, with knives placed on their necks and threatened with paying annual fees.

Zhang Huan's mind was filled with confusion at this moment, and he couldn't figure out the contradictions in his heart.

Why is it that in a village that even has a Saint King, even mortals can ride on their heads?

If they are really a group of ruthless people, would they really let go of a congenital Taoist fetus instead of devouring it?
Unable to figure it out, Zhang Huan was filled with shock for a long time.

In that case, why not just go and find out what’s going on? Fly to Black Wind Village.

There was still yellow earth and flying sand, and it was desolate as far as the eye could see. Even in the Eastern Wilderness, such an environment was harsh and not suitable for mortals to survive.

From a distance, I saw a group of bandits gathering and making noise at the entrance of the village.

"Old man, I don't think you will cry until you see blood. It's been a few days. Where is the annual fee for your village?"

A hot-tempered yellow-haired young man grabbed the old village chief by the collar and put a sharp knife to his neck.

"Master Bandit, we really have no more food in the village. Please have mercy on us and give us a few more days."

The old village chief wailed and begged for mercy, and kept clasping his hands together and bowing to the young man who was several times younger than him. His face was full of sorrow and vicissitudes.

The people are different every year, but the content remains the same.

Zhang Huan couldn't help but shook his head when he saw this scene.

He had clearly uprooted the Black Wind Village, including the sect that had been protecting it from doing evil.

But this place is still the same as before, with bandits rampant, villagers being oppressed, life being difficult yet still having to pay an "annual fee", and it seems that nothing has changed since a thousand years ago.

Are there really a group of ruthless people living here? Zhang Huan felt indescribable.

Slowly falling from the sky, Zhang Huan looked indifferent: "Everyone, get out! If you don't get out within three breaths, you will die!"

When the leading bandit saw the immortal master coming, he was so scared that he immediately turned his horse around.

"Master, I have no choice but to come and collect the annual fee. I hope you will show mercy and let us go. I will never bully the people of Huangfeng Village again."

They fled very quickly. The arrogant yellow-haired bandit didn't even dare to breathe and ran away dejectedly with the other bandits.

The village chief took a deep breath, as if he had survived a disaster. The smile on his face was uglier than crying. It was hard to imagine how much oppression he had experienced in his life.

The rest of the villagers were similar, and it was hard to imagine that this would be the lair of a Saint King.

Just as he was about to help him up, a powerful divine thought came from the village, shocking Zhang Huan.

"Young man, I know you are here for the ruthless people. Those people don't know anything. Don't bother with them. Come and see me. I will tell you everything."

The voice was old, as if the person was out of breath, and carried a sense of decline. Zhang Huan could sense that the owner of the divine consciousness must be a very old man.

"I see. He could have stayed anywhere, but he just happened to hide in this village."

(End of this chapter)