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As he expected, when dealing with these half-dead undead spirits, the Three True Fires that could burn the sky and boil the sea were their nemesis and they could not resist them at all.

"Millions of resentful spirits, all come to me!"

Roar!

Before he could be happy for a while, Bai Qi, who was struggling and rolling in the sea of ​​fire, suddenly roared to the sky.

In an instant, the air was choked, and in the next second, a series of terrifying screams, as if one were falling into an ice cellar, rang out again.

The overwhelming murderous spirit that resented the heavens and hated the earth surged out from the nine netherworlds of the earth like a flood, rolling and surging like a real blood-colored mist.

It overturned towards the sea of ​​fire!

Here it is!

Just like pouring a bucket of cold water on a red-hot iron pot, a sharp evaporation sound was heard, and the steam connected into a piece, like a misty sea of ​​clouds, filling the entire hall.

The sea of ​​fire was extinguished in an instant, dissolving with the endless resentment and turning into steam and heat. The temperature in the hall, which was originally a bit chilly, suddenly rose by dozens of degrees, as if it was in an oven.

Bai Qi's screams also stopped immediately.

For a moment, the huge hall was so quiet that it was almost eerie. The only sounds were Zhu Moye's breathing and heartbeat.

Zhu Moye's face was extremely solemn. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the mist in the sky, trying his best to search for Bai Qi's figure.

He was secretly shocked in his heart. He didn't expect that even the Three Flavors True Fire would be ineffective against Bai Qi.

The people’s grievances are like the Yellow River flooding, endless and no human power can contend with it.

Even the Three Flames of True Fire, a supernatural flame that was specifically designed to suppress evil spirits, was extinguished by the overwhelming hatred and had no power to resist.

If those millions of wronged souls are not allowed to rest in peace and the boundless resentment is not stopped, although Bai Qi's combat power is only equivalent to that of an ordinary Jindan warrior, he is almost immortal.

Sooner or later, he will exhaust you and kill you.

"It's useless. The resentment accumulated by millions of wronged souls for thousands of years is enough to make an immortal fall. You are just a mere Jindan Qigong practitioner. How can you compete with me?"

"Leave now, and I will forgive you for what happened. If you insist on disturbing my emperor's sleep, you will rest here forever today."

While Zhu Moye was pondering a solution, a steady sound of footsteps was finally heard in the hall, followed by Bai Qi's indifferent voice.

"is it?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Moye came back to his senses, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and the solemn expression on his face disappeared, replaced by a calm and relaxed expression, like a cat playing with a mouse.

In his eyes, the so-called God of Death Bai Qi is nothing more than a murderous devil.

In terms of strength, he is far inferior to himself, and all he relies on is the hatred and murderous intent of millions of resentful spirits towards him.

He thinks he is immortal and that I can't kill him, so he puts on this dead face to show off.

Now that we know what he relies on, the rest will be much easier.

Since he is relying on the resentment of innocent dead souls to show off, then we should eliminate this resentment and let those millions of wronged souls rest in peace.

Thinking of this, a sneer appeared on Zhu Moye's lips.

At that moment, he pointed his toes and his body shot out like a cannonball.

The next second, he rushed in front of Bai Qi, drew the Chixiao sword from his waist, and slashed towards his heart.

Bai Qi was not a weakling either. Although he could not keep up with Zhu Moye's movements, he could still see his attacks clearly and counterattack in time.

When the Chixiao sword was about to cut him in half, he quickly held the sword in front of him to block it.

Click!

Pfft!

The two thousand-year-old swords clashed with each other, making a crisp sound like a huge bell.

"Break!"

Zhu Moye grinned and let out a light sigh.

The blood-colored Chixiao Sword in his hand suddenly hummed, and the red light on the sword became brighter. A sharp aura that could cut through everything filled the entire hall.

Bai Qi's indifferent expression suddenly changed. The sword energy swept across his face, leaving a conspicuous blood mark.

Before he could react, the sword that was blocking the Chixiao Sword in front of him broke with a sound, just like cutting tofu. The sword broke into two pieces with an extremely smooth cut.

The next second, the sound of another sword piercing the flesh clearly reached his ears.

Looking down, he saw a huge slanted wound on his chest. If it weren't for the sword blocking it, he would have been cut in half.

Swish swish!

If you hit the target once, you’ll hit it twice.

Zhu Moye didn't give Bai Qi any chance to breathe and swung the Chixiao Sword in his hand at a very fast speed.

The speed was extremely fast, leaving a series of sword shadows in the air, making a sound of breaking through the air and cutting like a machine gun.

Every time a sharp sword energy came out, it cut straight through Bai Qi's body. The energy was endless, chopping the wall at the end, leaving a series of shocking cracks.

After swinging hundreds of swords, Zhu Moye stopped. Bai Qi's complete body had been chopped into countless blood mists, floating in the air.

Within a few breaths, the hall was filled with blood again, and Bai Qi wanted to use the same trick again.

Hey!

Zhu Moye's expression was cold and focused, he was neither panicked nor flustered. He raised his true energy to his throat, opened his eyes, and suddenly a deafening dragon roar sounded!

Chapter 197 The Power of Faith

The resentment that was originally rushing towards Bai Qi at a high speed, trying to restore it again.

Sweeped by the dragon's roar that pierced through gold and stone, reaching up to the nine heavens and down to hell, he suddenly stopped, and the next second he began to tremble.

It was like a rampaging and unbridled prehistoric beast saw the god of all beasts, the five-clawed golden dragon. The pressure from its soul made it almost unable to help but kneel down and surrender.

"What!? There is such a strong imperial aura, impossible..."

Bai Qi has always behaved like a living dead, without any emotion at all.

After hearing the dragon's roar, it was finally moved violently, and an unbelievable scream sounded from the void.

In his impression, such a strong imperial aura could only be felt in the First Emperor who swept across the world and unified the country.

No, even the First Emperor's imperial power was not as strong as his. At least, although the First Emperor claimed to be the true dragon emperor, he never had any dragon roar vision until his death.

Bai Qi looked at Zhu Moye in front of him and thought that he was only twenty years old at most. Even if he ascended the throne and became emperor at a young age, it would be impossible for him to cultivate such astonishing imperial power in such a short period of time.

Even if an emperor has been on the throne for decades, his imperial power will not be too strong. At most, it will make ordinary people feel stuffy in their chests and find it difficult to look at him directly.

This kind of imperial power that makes even a killing god like him tremble in his heart is definitely something that can only be possessed by an emperor who is ruthless, sweeping the court, conquering the east and the west, expelling foreign enemies, and even expanding the territory and accomplishing countless great achievements.

In his opinion, no matter how brilliant and capable the emperors of later generations were, they could never compare to the First Emperor.

After all, this vast empire was unified by Qin Shihuang through his entire life of military service and his own hands.

No matter how well the later generations manage this vast land of China, they are just copying others and cannot compare to the Great Emperor.

But if his achievements are not as great as those of Qin Shi Huang, then how did he acquire such terrifying imperial power?

Only those who expand the territory, establish eternal achievements, and become the greatest emperor through the ages can be recognized by the dragon veins of this land and the will of heaven. The greater the achievements, the greater the imperial power.

This is an eternal truth.

The scene before him almost challenged Bai Qi's three views.

Although my heart was in great confusion, this was now a real life-or-death moment.

If he does not replenish his resentment and is constantly reborn, once the advantage of his immortality disappears, it will be easy for Zhu Moye to kill him.

At such an urgent moment, he had no time to think any more.

At that moment, from within his body, which had transformed into countless blood mists, a loud cry emerged: "Where was the supreme emperor when you were pitted and buried alive?!"

"Why should we fear the emperor's pressure? If the emperor is unkind, he should be killed!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the blood-colored resentment that was like a vast ocean, trembling continuously, was slightly stunned.

Immediately, it broke free from the supreme pressure, and the next second it suddenly expanded again, emitting blood-red light.

The terrifying resentment emanating from it was even more intense and ferocious.

Seeing this, Zhu Moye's expression remained unchanged, a hint of solemnity appeared on his face, and he said solemnly:

"Millions of common people, I am not the tyrannical ruler of the Qin Dynasty who persecuted you to death. I am the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty a thousand years from now. If you harbor resentment towards me, I'm afraid you hate the wrong person."

As soon as he finished speaking, the endless resentment that had broken free from its restraints and become even more manic suddenly became surprisingly quiet, as if he was thinking about something.

As expected, although those vengeful spirits have been sinking for thousands of years and are in a daze, they still retain some consciousness, just like the Terracotta Warriors.

Zhu Moye's eyes lit up. Seeing that it was working, he decided to strike while the iron was hot and said, "In my great Ming dynasty, your descendants will all have no worries about food and clothing and live a happy life."

"The Ming Dynasty is a nation of wealth and strength, unrivaled in the world. Free from war, it is the world of your dreams."

"Your descendants are all living the life you always dreamed of. As an ancestor, shouldn't you be happy for your descendants?"

With gentle persuasion, the ball of overwhelming resentment began to shake violently and shrink repeatedly, and the smell of blood in the air also became much lighter.

In the sea of ​​blood formed by endless resentment, countless hideous ghosts with grim expressions gradually relaxed, with a trace of confusion on their faces.

Zhu Moye nodded secretly, knowing that the final moment had come. He immediately shouted in a stern voice, "You have been grudged for a thousand years, and finally waited for such a prosperous era. Are you still willing to be a ghost who never sees the light of day?"

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a thunderclap exploding in the minds of millions of wronged souls. Their confused pupils suddenly shrank and their normal spirits returned to normal.

"Why don't you quickly return to the underworld, reincarnate, and be reborn into a prosperous world? What are you waiting for?"

At this point, Zhu Moye took a deep breath and said solemnly: "Your pain, your hatred, I will wash away for you! Kill your enemies with my own hands, and go to paradise!"

When millions of wronged souls heard this, they all cast their gazes towards Zhu Moye. They saw golden light flashing above his head and dragons circling around him, without a trace of filth or evil karma.

He is definitely a wise and benevolent ruler who will be remembered for eternity. There is no longer any doubt in my mind.

The last trace of resentment also disappeared.

The moment the resentment dissipated, a ray of light that penetrated the sky and the earth appeared above their heads, illuminating their dark souls.

Finally, the consciousness of millions of dead souls was restored. They looked at Zhu Moye with tears of gratitude, then knelt on the ground and shouted:

"I thank the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty for liberating my soul. I cannot repay you in this life, but I will serve you wholeheartedly in the next life!"

The unanimous shouts of millions of souls condensed into a long, crystal-white river of faith, pouring straight into Zhu Moye's head and into his dantian.

Zhu Moye was surprised to find that countless faces of ordinary people appeared at the bottom of the Dragon Carving Golden Pill, which had not made any progress for a long time.

The expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, happiness and other common people were imprinted on the golden elixir like an oil painting.

"What exactly is going on?"

Chapter 198 The Death of the God of Death

Zhu Moye was stunned and subconsciously clenched his fists. He felt that the terrifying power that was originally contained in him was increasing exponentially.

It was as if the power of millions of people was in my hands. With a flip of my hand, millions of thoughts surged out like a flood, enough to destroy an entire town.

Compared with before, it is a world of difference!

However, logically speaking, after the golden elixir reaches perfection, shouldn't it break through the elixir and become an infant before the strength can be increased again?

How come after I got these millions of mental powers, my strength increased by leaps and bounds?

However, the golden elixir showed no signs of breaking out of its shell, but instead inexplicably showed the joys, sorrows, anger and happiness of countless ordinary people?

Zhu Moye was completely confused. He had never reached such a realm in his previous life, and he had never heard of such a change in this life.

He was now completely confused and had no idea what was going on.

At that moment, I called out in my mind with some doubt: "Girl, what's going on?"

"Hmm...it's actually the power of faith..."

After Tianyi pondered for a while, her beautiful eyes suddenly lit up with surprise.

Seeing that Zhu Moye still had that confused expression, he continued to explain:

"Taoism has always maintained that there are no gods in the world."

"However, with the continuous natural and man-made disasters year after year, the people are living in dire straits. Deep down, all living beings have a strong desire, hoping that a god with incredible power, who can make clouds and rain with a wave of his hand, will come to save them."

"It seems that the heavens sensed the flood of prayers from billions of people, and since the will of the people could not be disobeyed, they granted some people unfathomable powers to save the people."