The Dragon King of Jinghe River, cut...

Qi Wuhuo suddenly thought of the extremely arrogant water god in white, the dispute between him and the fortune teller, and the fortune teller's judgment and sneer on him. He realized that this young-looking water god in white should be the Dragon King of Jing River recorded in the document that came with the Five Thunder Judge Seal. He was the Jing of [Jing Wei Fen Ming], and in Zhongzhou, he was already a very big water god.

Such a water god has countless water creatures under his command and controls a river that is nearly a thousand miles long.

The land and mountains on both sides will be influenced by Him.

Among the branches extending out from the Jing River, there are as many as twenty-five that have opened up water palaces.

Within his domain, the majesty and ability of such a water god is no less than that of the emperor. He can cause wind and rain, and ride on clouds and mist. All living things in the river basin are affected by him. However, such an authoritative god can also be beheaded for dereliction of duty by making it rain. It is foreseeable that the other many officials of heaven, earth, and water will become more vigilant because of such things, and will follow their duties and not act recklessly.

The way of the Human Emperor lacks checks and balances, and also lacks a force that can directly threaten the Human Emperor.

It should be like the North Pole Exorcism House, examining the ghosts and gods of the three realms.

The Human Emperor should also be restricted in this way.

Once dereliction of duty occurs, it will bring about a huge disaster.

Once one's own desires cause the common people to suffer.

Then strip him of his fate and behead him.

This can make the emperor diligent.

But, what can restrict the way of the Human Emperor?

The young Taoist pondered for a long time, picked up the pen, placed it on the white paper, and slowly wrote a big word.

【civil】.

The emperor has great abilities, great magic powers and great supernatural powers. Since he achieved this by carrying the power of all living beings, he should naturally bear enough responsibilities. However, Qi Wuhuo remembered what the old village chief said again. The old village chief felt that the current emperor was a saint and worthy of the title of Human Emperor.

What if someone deceived them again like the current Human Emperor did?

Therefore, there should be an institution like the Arctic Exorcism House.

An absolutely strong and merciless force.

The young Taoist thought for a long time, but still couldn't find such power.

The North Pole Exorcism Institute is not only the place with the heaviest killing in the three realms, but also the last link to guarantee order. The young Taoist recalled what he had just seen and felt, and whispered softly: "Every move is the most murderous and bloodthirsty move, but also the most life-protecting and upright thing."

"In a moment..."

Qi Wuhuo closed his eyes for a long time, placed his right hand on the sword case, and drew his innate Qi.

Accompanied by bursts of low and high sword sounds.

The sword that killed the thief flew out naturally and fell into his palm. This sword was previously inspired by the captain's obsession. Qi Wuhuo condensed it with the Tai Chi Lingwen, and then condensed it in accordance with the method of the Human Emperor's luck, gathering it into a red luck. Immediately, he slashed the sword horizontally, using the Tianji killing method mentioned by the fortune teller, and forcibly cut off the prince's luck light column.

But since he had never been a bystander, Qi Wuhuo didn't know how much effect it had.

However, the horizontal attack on the luck encountered backlash, and the intention on the sword also dissipated a lot.

After losing Qi Wuhuo's soul, the previous red luck also dissipated. However, at this moment, the young Taoist held the sword in his right hand, and the sword finger of his left hand pressed on the sword body and slowly brushed it. The sword sound was no longer as low and violent as before, but with a hint of calmness, which was slightly changed.

The volume of "Da Daojun's Reply to Xiao Daojun Wuhuo" that was previously put into the sleeve naturally floated in the void.

Then it slowly unfolded in the void.

The whistling sound of the long sword suddenly became more intense.

Qi Wuhuo's eyes swept across these words and saw the charm in them. Many thoughts and ideas that had been temporarily stopped before reappeared, and then he did not hesitate and immediately tried to condense them. The red luck began to flow on the sword again, but this time, Qi Wuhuo's attempt was no longer to use his own soul to gather the luck as before, but he hoped to make the luck last forever in a single thought.

However, when his soul stopped controlling it, the red aura still dissipated.

The young Taoist closed his eyes and said, "I failed as expected."

“It is easier said than done.”

"It's okay, come again."

The young Taoist's voice was gentle, and he still held the sword and tried.

This time, too, it collapsed.

The little peacock gradually became sleepy. At this moment, it was still in the tender state of a newborn.

When I am in a good mood, I feel great, full of energy and vitality.

But soon I will feel sleepy again.

Basically, after two hours of rest, there will be an active period of about fifteen minutes.

At first I found it very interesting to watch the young Taoist holding a sword and gathering his Qi, but gradually I found it boring.

So he took the initiative to slide down the sleeves of the young Taoist priest.

Then it slowly crawled to the secret pocket inside the sleeve.

Stuff yourself in.

Then both wings were folded very carefully and lovingly, and “covered” by the secret bag.

Then he yawned, smacked his lips, and curled up in his secret pocket to fall asleep.

The young Taoist smiled helplessly, and had to take off the loose part of his robe to avoid accidentally hurting the little peacock when he was gathering his energy and swinging his sword. He only wore the clothes inside the loose robe, holding the sword to practice, trying to continuously dismantle the energy of the Human Emperor, and trying to combine the [Human Emperor's luck] and [Sword Killing Method].

After repeated attempts and repeated failures, he ultimately could not succeed. Even if he managed to condense it, it was just like before, condensed purely from his own soul. It would be difficult to survive after the soul left, and its degree of condensation was such that it would disperse with a single wave.

How could we possibly go to meet the enemy?

Qi Wuhuo did not feel discouraged, but continued to think, reflect, condense his energy, and swing his sword.

With each pass, the energy on the sword became more condensed.

But there has never been a real qualitative change.

After several hours, the young Taoist was extremely tired. He looked up and saw the sun in the sky was faintly emerging, shining through the layers of black clouds. He was slightly startled, and suddenly realized something. He lowered his eyes and said to himself:

"One thought can be used to protect, and one thought can also be used to kill. I was previously obsessed with the idea that this was a method of condensing humanity. Using the luck condensed by this method to cut off the aura of the emperor of humanity is actually a matter of using one's own spear to attack another's shield."

"Isn't this just like saying that the dark clouds are the masters of the sky, and the sun must be covered by the dark clouds. It can only appear if the dark clouds allow it, otherwise it will be covered by the dark clouds."

"The destiny is like the sun, but who says that it is controlled by the Emperor?"

"The Emperor is just like a thief, using the light of the sun to increase his own majesty."

"This kind of thinking was influenced by the rules of the humane imperial energy from the very beginning."

“It’s a prison of the mind.”

The young Taoist sighed and suddenly blurted out:

"King is like the sun?"

"You are wrong! If you are the Great Sun, then it depends on when the Great Sun disappears!"

"That's how it should be—"

"The people are the most important, the king is the least important."

"I see……"

The young Taoist raised the sword, and the sword whistled.

With just this one movement, a faint red glow appeared on the blade.

This time, it was no longer as loud as it was before at the Mingzhen Dao League, but rather quiet.

Although it was quiet, there was an indescribable sense of solemnity.

The young Taoist heaved a sigh of relief, a smile emerged on his face. When he picked up the sword, he saw that this broadsword, which was originally used by a general, was faintly flowing with a very pure red color, like fire, and even more like blood. The two words "Kill the thief" that were originally simply written in cloud seal script were also permeated with this red aura.

It is more like a magical sword used by Taoist practitioners to kill demons.

It is better to be more like a vessel of destiny for humanity.

However, this tool of luck is not used to determine luck, but to cut luck.

The young Taoist stroked the word "kill thief" and whispered calmly: "It's done..."

Even he was still a young man at heart, and couldn't help but grip the sword tightly.

This sword should be used to draw the sword, and this sword should be used to kill the enemy.

The sword also seemed to be extremely happy, as if it had its own spirit. It whistled slightly, and the low sound of the sword responded. Qi Wuhuo felt as if he had finally taken a step forward and finally gained something. Then he felt relieved. In an instant, countless fatigue surged up at once, and he felt like he could fall asleep if he lay down immediately.

At this moment, a voice was heard, as if someone was laughing:

"After spending a whole day and night, I only understood a tiny part, like a blind man touching an elephant. I can't see the whole picture, but I can't stop laughing and think I have found the truth."

"You little Taoist priest, you are so arrogant, isn't it ridiculous!"

"ah?!"

The young Taoist was slightly startled, his face slightly reddened, and he seemed extremely embarrassed.

Immediately, he subconsciously looked for the source of the sound.

He asked, "Which Taoist friend is it?"

His gaze finally fell on the volume of "Daojun's Reply to Xiaodaojun Wuhuo", and he was slightly stunned.

I saw that even though this book had no one's own innate Qi, it still floated naturally in the air.

The words on it were all glowing with light. At this moment, the pavilion was closed and there was no one else inside. Only the morning light penetrated the jungle mist and flowed in through the gaps in the window.

Just as Qi Wuhuo had seen before - these words still contained the Taoist's strong self-will, so under the morning light, they looked like a thin mist.

The will gathered from countless words.

It was as if a Taoist in black walked out from the sea of ​​clouds and sky, with an extremely calm and unrestrained demeanor.

Step through the fog and walk in the world.

It seems true and false, unreal and illusory.

Qi Wuhuo watched helplessly as the charm of countless words converged and transformed into this Taoist, who smiled and replied:

"Don't look for it, don't think about it."

"I have corresponded with you twice, and you always addressed me as fellow Taoist and senior. How come you don't recognize me now that I am in front of you?"

The Taoist smiled, swept the whisk in his hand, and said calmly, with an ethereal and unrestrained demeanor, indescribably handsome:

"This seat, Lord Dao."

…

In the Shangqing Library.

Second floor.

"Disciple greets Uncle Master."

"Master is in seclusion, and asked his disciple to come and ask, saying that several days have passed, have you chosen the list of people to fight in five hundred years?"

A man in a battle robe bowed very respectfully, and the handsome Taoist priest could not use Yuqing's face at this moment, and just acted like himself normally. Although he was here at the moment, he just lay on the cloud bed, supporting his head with one hand, with his eyes closed, as if he was fast asleep, and did not answer.

The man wondered:

"Uncle Master, Uncle Master?"

"Is this... falling asleep?"