Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 626: The Third Heavenly Emperor

Chapter 626: The Thirteenth Heavenly Emperor

In less than a day.

The news that the word "kill" could sweep away everything spread throughout the world, attracting the attention of many interested people.

Moreover, the news of the real Killing Stele also spread, attracting countless book lovers to the book city.

The seven killing stone tablets in the book city are now crowded with book lovers.

No matter whether one is the Lord of Calligraphy or the King of Calligraphy, or even a ninth-rank calligrapher, one must come to observe the Killing Word Monument for a while and feel the difference of the Killing Word Monument.

Unfortunately, apart from the one person who was canonized, no one can touch the Killing Monument.

This made many book masters and book kings feel very regretful.

The King of Books can walk fifty feet, and the Lord of Books can walk eighty feet, but if they want to walk another foot, they will have to pay a huge price.

At this time, Old Man Ming could also walk forty feet, but if he continued to force his way in, he was afraid that it would trigger the terrifying murderous aura, which his soul and body would not be able to bear and might cause his soul or body to collapse.

So at this moment, Old Man Ming stood forty feet in front of the seventh Killing Monument, carefully trying to figure out the meaning behind the Killing Monument.

He is the one who is closest to the word "kill" among the many book kings currently.

This made Old Man Ming famous overnight, and he even suppressed many book kings. This made Old Man Ming in a good mood and looked very proud.

"Haha, this old man is indeed gifted."

Old Man Ming laughed loudly, and looked down on the Book King and Book Lord behind him, making the Book King and Book Lord behind him grit their teeth and wish they could kill Old Man Ming.

"hehe."

The middle-aged Book King sneered twice, and suddenly rushed forward two feet, saying: "Old Ming, when I understand the will of the Killing Stele, I will definitely kill you."

"Come on, kid Chen."

Old Man Ming turned around and said with a chuckle, "Although I can no longer write the word "kill" that can sweep away everything, I can still sweep away your word "kill"."

"Haha, let's see who will push whom down?"

At this time, the middle-aged Book King moved forward another ten feet, and was only two feet away from Old Man Ming.

When Old Man Ming saw Chen Yan advance three feet in a row, he was secretly surprised. He didn't know whether Chen Yan was holding on or had really understood the aura of the Killing Stele.

However, Chen Yan is indeed gifted and is the youngest among many book kings.

And at this time.

After being reminded by Old Man Ming, the Book King and Book Master of the Book City have also vaguely felt the will in the Killing Stele. One of the Book Kings has even captured the will and is trying to comprehend it carefully.

For example, Chen Yan.

In Old Man Ming’s bamboo sea.

Feng Qingyan sat in the bamboo pavilion. He did nothing but closed his eyes and meditated.

In fact, he was still observing the ultimate will in his soul.

After careful study, he found that the will of the Killing Monument on the surface of the book city was not the will of the extreme Dao, and it seemed to be a little lacking.

It can only be said to be the ultimate.

However, there is a huge difference between the extreme and the ultimate, it can even be said that there is a world of difference between them, and they cannot be compared at all.

He really couldn't figure out what kind of terrifying existence could have such an extreme will?
How much hardship and suffering does this require?
In his guess, Emperor Shang's will might just be the extreme will, one step away from the ultimate will.

But one step makes a world of difference.

Perhaps it is even greater than the difference between a great sage and a saint.

and also.

Although he and Emperor Shang share the same soul.

However, the soul is the soul and the will is the will, and the two cannot be confused.

The will of the Shang Emperor is the Shang Emperor's, and his will is his.

However, a strong soul can better breed a strong will, and can also better protect the will from collapsing...

It was because of this that he was able to touch the Killing Monument and block the word Killing that contained a trace of extreme will.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan suddenly opened his eyes and found that his speculation seemed to be contradictory.

If the will of Emperor Shang was only the extreme, then how could the soul of Emperor Shang block a trace of the extreme will?
Although it is just a wisp, with the domineering will of the extreme, it is enough to destroy everything.

Why?
Feng Qingyan was very surprised. Did he overlook something?
In the blink of an eye, two days passed.

He also recovered his energy, so he came out of the bamboo forest and returned to Old Man Ming's bamboo house.

"Meet the gentleman."

When Yingshu saw Feng Qingyan walking out of the bamboo forest, his face lit up with joy and he bowed.

"Thank you for your courtesy, Miss Yingzi. I haven't thanked you in the past two days." Feng Qingyan returned the gift. The daily life and food for the past two days were all prepared by Yingshu.

"It is Yingshu's honor to work for a gentleman."

Shadow book road.

"Miss Yingshu, has anything happened in the book city in the past two or three days?"

Feng Qingyan asked.

"In the past two or three days, many book readers have come to the book city, all of them came for the "Kill" stele. The "Kill" written by the teacher swept away everything and almost pushed Weiguo out of the country, and had a great influence in the world." Yingshu thought for a while and said, "And the news of the real "Kill" stele seems to have spread. But so far, except for the gentleman, it seems that no one has been able to touch the "Kill" stele."

"By the way, many scholars have come to the bamboo forest and want to see you, the gentleman." Yingshu paused and said, "Does the gentleman want to see you?"

"No need."

Feng Qingyan waved his hand.

At this time, Yingshu hesitated for a moment, and still did not say that Donggong Lan was also outside the bamboo forest, but after a moment's silence, he said: "By the way, sir, Qingmang seems to be outside the bamboo forest, but should we let him in?"

"Miss Yingshu, this is Master Ming's residence. You are Master Ming's disciple, so you have the final say."

Feng Qingyan thought for a moment and said.

In fact, it was enough for Qing Mang to know that he was still in the book city.

Yingshu nodded and said, "Are you hungry, sir? Yingshu has prepared food, would you like to enjoy some?"

"Thank you, Miss Yingshu. Qingyan is not hungry for the time being."

Feng Qingyan bowed and rushed out of the bamboo forest, but suddenly stopped and asked, "By the way, who has the fewest writers on the Killing Stele now?"

"The one to the south of the book city."

Yingshu thought for a moment and added, “The seventh seat, which is the northeastern one, has the most book readers. Many book kings and book gentlemen, including the teacher, are in that seat.”

Feng Qingyan bowed and rushed out of the bamboo forest, and rushed to the killing stele on the south side of the city.

This is the fourth one.

Because it is far from the Book City and there are few stone tablets around, there have always been relatively few calligraphers. But now, I am afraid that there will be many calligraphers in front of each stone tablet, right?

When he came to the fourth "Kill" stele, he found that there were at least a hundred writers in front of the stele.

Normally, there are only three or five people.

However, compared to the seventh monument with the word "kill" on it, more than a hundred people are considered to be very few.

Now, there are at least thousands of people writing in front of the seventh "Kill" monument.

The Book City is one of the rare large cities in the world.

The population reached over one million.

Among the 100 scholars in the world, perhaps only 20 know how to play music, and even fewer know how to play the zither. However, among the 100 scholars in the world, all 100 can write, and at least 90 of them can write...

Who among the educated people in the world can’t write?

Who doesn’t know how to appreciate calligraphy?
so.

In the whole world, those who write far outnumber those who play the zither.

Among the four arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, calligraphy has the largest number of followers and covers the widest range, far beyond the comparison of the other three.

Ok?
But when Feng Qingyan arrived, he was stunned for a moment.

He found that more writers were coming from all directions. It seemed that the other killing monuments could not accommodate so many writers, so they all rushed towards the fourth killing monument.

In front of the fourth killing monument, there was no King of Books, but there were two Lords of Books.

In fact, those below the level of Calligraphers were just here to join in the fun or watch the fun. After all, the Killing Stele in the Book City was famous all over the world, but who would have thought that such a famous stele was just a replica and a door...

How could this not shock the author?
Besides, we are all in the bookstore, why not come and witness it?
However, in the blink of an eye, the fourth Killing Monument was already surrounded by two or three hundred people, who were almost surrounding the Killing Monument.

He didn't think much at this time and walked straight towards the Killing Monument.

When he walked into a hundred feet, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Canonization?"

The book owner exclaimed excitedly.

“It really is canonization.”

"Meet the canonization."

There was a commotion in front of the Killing Monument. Feng Qingyan nodded and walked towards the Killing Monument step by step. The two Book Lords who were already within a hundred feet nodded to Feng Sheng from a distance after seeing him.

Feng Qingyan nodded in return and continued walking towards the Killing Monument.

"Canonization can indeed touch the Killing Monument."

Many readers were shocked.

Although they had heard about it a long time ago, hearing about it and seeing it with their own eyes are two different things.

But after a moment, Feng Qingyan walked to the Killing Monument and reached out to touch it, but did not enter the dark and oppressive darkness.

"Heaven is unfair, he deserves to be killed!"

He recited softly.

Rumbling--

The Killing Monument suddenly burst out with a terrible murderous aura.

Like a huge black pillar of light, it instantly shattered the sky and turned the world into chaos.

And at this time.

The book city was once again shaken by the murderous aura emanating from the Killing Monument.

In front of the other six steles with the word "kill" on them, countless writers looked at the murderous column that was strangling Tianyu, and their hearts were shocked once again.

"Who touched the Killing Monument?"

Many readers curiously asked, is there anyone else who can do this besides canonization?
In fact, there is another book king in the book city, who has not been tried yet, and that is the city lord of the book city.

The city lord has been in seclusion and has not come out for several years.

And at this time.

Many book kings also came outside the book city, such as King Shizuka Wu Mo, who could not be considered a member of the book city.

Wu Mo is a Confucianist.

However, he is also considered half a member of the book city.

At this time, countless writers rushed to the fourth killing monument, wanting to witness it with their own eyes.

“It should be canonization.”

"It can only be canonized."

The Book King and Book Lord of the Book City stared at the murderous pillar and said.

Even the city lord might not be able to touch the Killing Monument, after all, it is not an existence in the holy realm.

And at this time.

Feng Qingyan once again entered the dark and depressing darkness.

Seven enormous stone tablets stood looming in the darkness, and each of them exuded a terrifying murderous aura.

An extremely terrifying will burst out from every monument with the word "kill" on it.

Feng Qingyan stood still, gazing carefully at the seven vaguely visible steles with the word "kill" on them, feeling the ultimate will that permeated the steles.

And at this time.

He was once again influenced by the will of Jidao.

No!

But in an instant, he realized it and forced himself to wake up.

However, at the moment of waking up, he was affected again, which made him feel a little shocked. It was worthy of the extreme will.

No!

If this continues, I'm afraid he will once again shout out his desire to kill the sky.

And the might of heaven descends again!
So he had to retreat into the darkness again.

He entered the darkness to study the Killing Monument and the will of the Extreme Dao, not to kill the sky.

But as he was thinking, he seemed to have lost his mind, and was filled with resentment towards God, and roared again: "Heaven is unfair, he should be killed!"

A will to kill the sky rose to the sky.

"Disrespecting the heavens and having no fear in one's heart is a sin—"

"Be punished!"

A cold rebuke was like the rolling thunder of divine punishment.

Layer upon layer of tangible divine air waves pressed down from the dark sky, destroying everything.

Feng Qingyan had to withdraw again.

This made him very helpless.

Is it true that every time we move forward, we are forced to retreat?
If this goes on, I'm afraid I'll be killed first before I can figure out the killing monument and the will of the extreme...

At this time, he stood in front of the Killing Monument, thinking seriously about the solution.

How to crack it?
Is this forcing me to fight against the heavens?
Feng Qingyan frowned. If there is really injustice in the world, then let's fight for it. Isn't there an old saying that goes: Man can conquer nature?
Moreover.

Some people have already taken this step.

At this time, Feng Qingyan also thought of another question. Does it mean that in order to temper the will of the extreme way, one needs to kill the heavens? After all, the will of the extreme way is an existence that transcends heaven and earth...

Perhaps killing the sky is a great way.

Do you want to give it a try?
Feng Qingyan suddenly felt a little excited. After all, there was nothing to lose, right?
After a moment, he entered the darkness again, staring at one of the killing monuments, and he was once again affected by the will of Jidao.

When the might of heaven descended again, he did not retreat immediately.

Ok?
He suddenly thought of his blood.

He found that his blood seemed to be omnipotent, so he thought about it and decided to test it.

puff!
He spat out a mouthful of blood towards the nearest killing monument.

Anyway, in the author's opinion, his blood essence is free and can be used anytime...

No shortage!

All the blood and essence were sprayed on the Killing Monument.

The Killing Monument seemed to be fused with his blood. It trembled suddenly and burst out with a roar: "Kill!"

The roar turned into a rolling wave, carrying with it a tremendous force and rushing up into the sky.

Hiss, hiss, hiss—

The dark sky was shattered bit by bit, like a snowy mountain collapsing and falling in large pieces, it was extremely scary.

With a roar, the power of heaven was shattered and the will of heaven was destroyed.

This shocked Feng Qingyan.

Is it because of his own blood, or the word "kill" on the monument?

It seemed that the Killing Monument shattered the descending power of heaven, but why didn't it happen before?

"Ow—"

A roar came down from the sky, sounding extremely angry, "He who is dead but not stiff, deserves to be punished! Punish! Punish!"

"In ancient times, there were twelve emperors who defied the heavens. From today on, I will be the thirteenth emperor, and I can kill the heavens!" A roar came from the Killing Monument and rushed into the dark sky, extremely domineering, "I want the heavens to die, and the heavens have to die!"

"hateful!"

A roar came from the sky, showing extreme anger.

The dark sky began to tremble.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan was shocked. The Thirteenth Heaven Emperor?

Who is the Heavenly Emperor of Heaven?

Also, who are the twelve emperors who defy the heaven that the Thirteenth Heaven Emperor mentioned?

Do not know why.

He suddenly thought of the twelve wisps of gray mist floating out of the Reincarnation Death City...

Also, there are thirteen samsara dead cities in total, but only twelve of them are covered in gray fog. Could it be that...

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