Chapter 530: That is the fall of Wenquxing (4000 words, two in one)

Thunder rumbled above the sky.

The set of pens and inkstones melted into the air.

Obscure inscriptions shuttled between the clouds.

Even though Xu Ming had never seen these things before.

But the monk's natural intuition told Xu Ming.

These things are part of the rules of the Tao.

"Xiao Mochi! We saw that you were gifted and a rare genius, so we invited you to join the Heavenly Court. We didn't expect you to be so stubborn!"

The celestial being with a giant dragon hovering on his arm roared loudly! "Cough cough cough" Xiao Mochi coughed a few times, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. He waved his hand and opened the "Heavenly Questions" floating in the air.

The sky suddenly seemed like a golden crow falling from the earth, and thousands of dazzling golden rainbows pierced through the clouds. The group of swords that rose into the sky from Tianwen Ji let out long and clear chants, and tadpole-shaped Confucian mantras emerged on each flying sword.

The surging sword energy condensed into a hundred-mile-long shawl in the clouds. Tens of thousands of sword shadows hovered around like a galaxy rolling back, and in a moment it transformed into a thousand-foot-long dragon body that spanned the sky and earth.

Each dragon scale is a bronze sword engraved with the meaning of the "Spring and Autumn Annals".

As the dragon's mane fluttered, gilded stardust filled the sky; as the five claws waved, five golden characters "benevolence", "righteousness", "propriety", "wisdom" and "faith" appeared faintly, covering the sky and the sun.

The black crown of the Nine Dragon Lord moved without wind, and the nine evil dragons wrapped around his body opened their scarlet vertical pupils at the same time.

"How dare you, little boy, overstep your bounds!"

With a roar that could split rocks and pierce the clouds, the Nine Netherworld Dragon rushed out with a sinister wind that could corrode bones and corrode souls. Wherever it passed, spider-web-like cracks appeared in the space, and the wails of thousands of resentful souls could be heard in the turbulent void.

The moment the two giant dragons collided, time seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand.

Golden light and purple lightning exploded the nine-layer sun wheel where the dragon horns were entangled. The mighty sword energy and the ghost fire of the underworld turned into entangled light snakes that bit and rolled.

The shock wave generated by the collision shattered the hundreds of miles of sea of ​​clouds into pieces, and the mountains below were like being hit by the giant palm of a god, with the entire peak being cut off by three feet.

Xiao Mochi's jade hair crown exploded with a bang, and the blood that oozed out of his seven orifices was evaporated into red mist by his righteous energy before it even hit the ground.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, several celestial beings under the sky chanted spells to kill Xiao Mochi!

"The so-called immortal is nothing more than this!"

Xiao Mochen suddenly laughed loudly, and the pen in his hand turned around, and he actually wrote big words in the air!

Looking closely, what Xiao Mochi wrote was the history of mortals rebelling against monks in human history! It's not that mortals haven't rebelled against monks, it's not that they haven't thought about taking control of their own destiny, and it's not that they haven't thought about making a name for themselves, but every time it ended in a miserable failure.

But now, those words of history have turned into a raging fire, following the silver threads and devouring the old Taoist's image.

The whisk that carried the cause and effect exploded with a loud bang, and the sky was filled with burning bamboo slips, each of which recorded the unyielding spirit of the human race.

"Don't be stingy with your lifespans! Form a formation!"

An old man in the lead shouted.

Things have come to this point now.

If these guys were more stingy with their lifespans, they would not be able to organize such a rare Confucian saint in the ages! Listening to the words of the headed Tianzun, the other immortals felt determined.

They no longer hesitated and each of them sacrificed a drop of their own blood.

Several drops of immortal blood continued to condense above the sky.

They then used their own magical weapons.

The eight magical treasures formed the Yin-Yang millstone in the air.

Xiao Mochi's clothes began to bleed, but he placed the jade pen on his forehead, drawing out a mighty literary spirit with purple air coming from the east.

The shadows of the seventy-two sages suddenly solidified, and each recited his own destiny's article. Three thousand bamboo slips spelled out the word "诛" in the sky.

When the sword light that integrated the human race's thousands of years of literary fortune fell, the eight Dharma images melted away like snow meeting the morning sun.

The black tortoise shell of the golden-armored general was cracked inch by inch, the blue phoenix's tail feathers were burning with the eternal fire of Tao, and the natal star of the sword-wielding monk fell sadly in everyone's sight. Xiao Mochen stepped into the sky, holding the Shangfang sword of the Wu Kingdom, and chopped off the head of the golden-armored general with one sword.

With another sword, he chopped off Qing Yuan's head.

Every time Xiao Mochen swung his sword, a golden Dharma head would roll to the ground.

Those arrogant people in the Heavenly Palace before are now like lambs to be slaughtered in front of Xiao Mochen.

The immortal's head was chopped off and turned into a point of spiritual energy that dissipated in the air.

"Walk!"

The old man in the lead stared at Xiao Mochi and spoke in a cold voice to the surviving Dharma image beside him.

Although it is said that a person can still survive after having his head chopped off, his cultivation and lifespan will be greatly damaged.

Xiao Mochi is not going to live long, so let him do what he wants to do. There will be no good result if I continue fighting with him.

In the end, all the celestial beings turned into streams of light and fled back to the Heavenly Gate, leaving only the scholar's noble spirit, echoing among the sea of ​​clouds.

The cinnabar inkstone on the cliff suddenly exploded, and Xiao Mochen staggered to the ground with his pen.

He looked at the clear sky with no more clouds and fog, and reached out to catch a falling bamboo slip. On it were the words "I will go even if there are thousands of people against me" which were glowing with a faint golden light.

"Cough cough cough"

Xiao Mochen's cough became more severe.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and took a step forward.

In just a moment, Xiao Mochen arrived at the top of Mount Tai.

Although Xiao Mochi was thousands of miles away, the images of Xiao Mochi and Taishan appeared above the imperial capital of Wu State.

In everyone's sight, Xiao Mochen was kneeling in front of the Wenhua Palace on the top of Mount Tai, his blue shirt soaked by the heavy rain.

He looked up at the purple lightning moving in the clouds. Those winding lightning seemed like seal characters written by heaven, and every stroke carried suffocating pressure.

“The course of nature is constant.”

He clenched the broken purple bamboo brush in his hand, and the ink mixed with rain water spread on the rice paper.

"But if this common sense makes people cry and bleed, it should be changed!"

The scholar once saw the Lord of Black Hawk City sacrifice the blood of the people in Black Hawk City.

The scholar once witnessed the tragedy of cannibalism on the cracked land outside the city of Liuzhou in the State of Yan.

The mother held the half bowl of corn she had exchanged for her baby's swaddling clothes, knelt down among the starving people and kowtowed to him: "Sir, please teach my son, so that he will not be reborn in this world of cannibalism in the next life."

In the baby's bruised little hand, he was still holding half a blood-stained locust leaf.

This was all because a cultivator, in order to break through to the Nascent Soul stage, sucked up all the water and vitality within a hundred miles! He totally disregarded the lives of the people.

After his good friend died, the scholar went down the mountain on his own and traveled for some time, covering tens of thousands of miles.

The scholar felt that he had not walked very far, but the things he saw were too heavy.

At this moment, on the bronze table in front of the scholar, 365 volumes of sage classics were moving without wind.

Xiao Mochen bit his fingertips and drew the last of the innate Bagua on jute paper. When the blood seeped into the cracks in the tortoise shell, the roar of gears turned came from the sky.

This is the unchangeable law of the Tao being shaken again.

“Here I come.”

Xiao Mochen wiped the rain from between his brows and watched the sea of ​​clouds surge into a huge whirlpool.

Countless purple arcs gathered in the center of the vortex, gradually condensing into a giant bronze wheel engraved with ancient inscriptions.

Those inscriptions were glowing with a faint blue light. Above the imperial capital of the Wu Kingdom, the characters of the great Dao floating in the clouds shattered one by one. After shattering, they were pieced together into new characters. Each character was constantly disassembled and reassembled.

The laws of heaven were rewritten by this scholar! When Xiao Mochi stood up, the jade pendant on his waist suddenly burst.

This was the heart-protecting jade gift from the dean of Bailu Academy, but it was now shattered into powder in his palm.

Instead, he smiled and threw the broken jade into the wind: "If I cannot serve the people today, the ink pool will be shattered along with the jade."

The huge bronze wheel made a deafening roar, and seventy-two purple lightnings turned into chains and fell down.

Xiao Mochen waved his sleeves and unfolded the remaining scroll of "Mencius". His majestic energy surged into the sky and condensed into golden words in mid-air.

"The people are the most important, the country is second, and the king is the least important!"

Each word crashed into the thunder chains, and the sparks that flew out burned the clouds red.

Tiandao seemed to be enraged, and a red-gold vertical pupil opened in the vortex.

Xiao Mochi's seven orifices immediately began to bleed, but he kept writing with his pen, using the blood on his forehead to write in the air: "Heaven sees as the people see, Heaven hears as the people hear!"

The bloody words turned into three thousand sharp swords that pierced towards the Eye of Heaven, and painful roars suddenly sounded in the clouds.

The next moment, three thousand sharp swords poured down like rain, stabbing at the monks trapped in the palace magic circle.

Originally, those cultivators were still immersed in watching the good show between Xiao Mochen and the celestial being.

But who knew that in just a blink of an eye, Xiao Mochi was going to kill them! All the cultivators used all their strength to resist.

But these monks exploded into blood mist one by one, and then disappeared between heaven and earth.

Those Ascended Realm monks burned their own life essence and worked together to create a gap in the Wu Kingdom's city defense formation.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

They know that by doing so they are likely to damage their foundation.

Not only will there be no way to make further progress in the future, it is very likely that your realm will fall and you will never be able to recover.

But no matter what, this is much better than losing your life here.

When other cultivators saw those powerful men in the Ascension Realm leaving through the gap, they also wanted to follow them.

But the problem is, they can leave because they are in the Ascension Realm, but what about you? Most of the cultivators exploded into blood mist the moment they touched the gap.

Only a few immortal-level cultivators managed to escape and then rolled into the void.

Xiao Mochen was breathing heavily, and he found that the scenery around him was fading.

The moss on the stone steps, the bronze bells on the corners of the temple, and even the falling raindrops were all solidified into black and white.

Only the giant wheel of heaven was still turning slowly, swallowing up the colors bit by bit.

Xiao Mochen stretched out his hand and looked at his palm. His body became more and more illusory and transparent.

"Are you going to erase my existence?"

The corners of his mouth curled up, his expression calm.

Xiao Mochi grabbed the Spring and Autumn Annals, stood up with difficulty, and finally wrote a word -

"Law."

This method is not magic power, nor is it Taoism.

But the law!

Time and space suddenly twisted, and Xiao Mochen saw his twelve-year-old self copying calligraphy in a private school, while his mother was standing under the corridor coughing with a bowl of medicine in her hand.

I saw that several years ago, during the examination for the chief academic officer of Bailu Academy, the white-haired examiner threw his essay into the fire basin.

I saw the baby playing under the locust tree outside the city, but in the blink of an eye he turned into bones.

"All living things suffer, and that is the way of heaven?"

"The monks are the most important, is that the rule?"

Xiao Mochen took off his shirt politely, revealing the cinnabar seal on his heart.

This is the magic that Xiao Mochen condensed with his last bit of life, and it is now emitting a dazzling red light.

He dipped his hand in the blood and tapped the Tai Chi diagram: "Then let the Heaven see what is the right way for the world!"

The entire Mount Tai shook violently, and all seventy-two peaks lit up with golden light at the same time.

The inscriptions left by emperors of successive dynasties floated into the air and turned into a golden torrent that flowed towards the bronze wheel.

Xiao Mochi's black hair turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But his "Li Yun Datong Pian" is more brilliant: "The way of the great way is that the world is for all!"

The wheel of heaven suddenly stopped turning.

Just when Xiao Mochi was about to touch the center of the wheel, countless black threads emerged from the void and instantly entangled his limbs.

The other end of those threads connects all living beings——

The government did not dare to hold the monk accountable for his lewd laughter when he raped the woman.

The sect controlled the court, exploited the greed of the people, and finally turned a dynasty into a living hell.

In order to make the elixir, the powerful man shed the blood and bones of tens of thousands of people.

Because Xiao Mochen wants to change the laws of nature.

The laws of nature subconsciously resisted and pierced directly into Xiao Mochen's mind.

Xiao Mochen saw that his righteousness was being contaminated by the black silk.

The words he wrote turned into twisted tadpole script.

But he didn't care, he wrote more and more.

The more I write, the crazier it gets.

What Xiao Mochi wrote was exactly the "rules" he had been thinking about for these years! When he found that he had unconsciously written "Heaven and Earth are Unkind" on the rice paper, the purple bamboo pen snapped and broke into two pieces. The black silk took the opportunity to drill into his heart veins, and the severe pain made him curl up into a ball.

The huge bronze wheel began to turn again, but this time it was so fast that the inscriptions could not be seen clearly. Only a blinding white light remained.

The last thing Xiao Mochen saw was his own hands dissipating and being blown towards the sea of ​​clouds like grains of sand by the strong wind.

But the chapter in Xiao Mochen's hand had already been written.

The golden paper carrying the black words fell into the avenue.

The avenue fonts on the sky are arranged neatly one by one, and every word and every sentence corresponds to the black words on the gold paper!

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

The sound of bells spread out one after another.

Resounding throughout all the human dynasties in the Central Plains.

A heavy black rain poured down across the entire Wu State.

On the rainy street, a woman ran into the palace, her tears mixed with the black ink rain, dripping onto the ground.

At the moment when the white light engulfed everything, the scholar used up his last bit of strength to throw the broken pen towards the east.

The tip of the pen stained with blood from the heart cut through the long night, leaving a bright red streak in the sky.

The original day suddenly turned into night.

A meteor streaked across the sky, leaving a long trail.

At the foot of Mount Tai, an old farmer who was working in the fields raised his head and looked at the sudden darkness.

The little girl sitting on the mud raised her head, blinking her lovely eyes, and asked curiously, "Grandpa, why did it get dark so suddenly?"

The old farmer shook his head: "I don't know."

Suddenly, the little girl stretched out her hand and pointed to the night sky: "Grandpa, look! A big star is falling. Is that a shooting star?"

“That one.”

The old farmer put down his hoe and looked up at the sky.

"That's the Wenquxing falling"

(End of this chapter)