The rain was falling heavily.

Endless water vapor dissipated and fell, but for some reason, it was always peaceful, as if the murderous aura that Zhou Nuchang sensed was just his illusion. There was also a feeling of boundless emptiness, as if it was this whole world that was against them, invisible and intangible, yet vast and majestic, and extremely boundless.

The enemy is a human being and can still be killed.

If the enemy is like the rain in the sky, what can the blade do?

Zhou Nuchang's palm, which was holding the handle of the knife, broke out in a slight cold sweat.

The military formation transformed from the destiny of humanity was filled with murderous aura.

At the beginning, the energy was extremely vast and majestic, like the roar of a dragon.

However, there was only murderous aura lingering in the rain without leaking out, as if an extremely extraordinary commander had lured out Zhou Nuchang's humanitarian military formation, and then converged it again, causing the murderous aura of their military formation to rapidly weaken.

Suddenly there was a strong wind.

The soldiers in the army formation were stimulated and instinctively turned around and swung their swords. The blades were sharp, creating a cold light that tore through the falling rain, but there was nothing there. After a sudden surge in the murderous spirit of the army formation, it declined again to an even worse situation than before.

Time and again, it gets worse.

Zhou Nuchang's back was covered in cold sweat.

The person who took action was also a military commander?

Is this style a military strategy?

Zhou Nuchang knew that he couldn't go on like this. He gritted his teeth and mobilized the evil spirit of the military strategist into himself. Then he brushed the blade with his palm. The blade was icy cold and blood slid down the blade. A fierce and tragic aura suddenly dissipated. Zhou Nuchang's appearance seemed to become more and more majestic. When he opened his mouth, it was as if countless people were roaring at the same time:

"Devils and heretics, people from the outside world who refuse to be educated."

“Back off!”

A force mixed with the thoughts and ideas of countless people suddenly spread out, as if a force exploded with this as the center. The entire rain curtain seemed to be blown up into a rain mist. As the rain mist spread, Zhou Nuchang saw a young Taoist dressed in black and wearing a mask, sitting on a bluestone not far away.

The destiny of humanity is achieved by gathering the thoughts and energy of millions of people.

It is completely different from Taoism's pure, pure and pure path.

Therefore, those who truly practice Taoism do not enter the court.

It is also extremely difficult for the human royal family to achieve deep attainments in Taoist practice.

The destiny of humanity is precisely the means to restrain the mystical powers of Taoism.

It’s funny, there’s only one word: [杂]耳.

Zhou Nuchang's eyes suddenly lit up, and the knife in his hand was dragged diagonally behind him. He stepped forward suddenly, stepped on the ground with his right foot, and a burst of energy exploded. Rain scattered in all directions and crashed into Qi Wuhuo in front of him, like the momentum of a tiger. The other dozens of soldiers did the same, pulled by the human luck, and followed closely behind, holding blades and knives.

"cut!!!"

A loud shout like thunder.

The young Taoist stepped back slightly, with the five fingers of his right hand slightly spread out.

Countless raindrops gathered and turned into silk threads. The sky and the earth seemed to have turned into an ancient zither. Fingers plucked the strings, and the sound of the zither was so loud that it shook the soul. Raindrops moved with the wind, as if sword qi was rushing towards Zhou Nuchang. The latter's eyes were wide open, without the previous feminine aura. His sword skills were ferocious, and he chopped down with each sword ruthlessly.

Chop and smash all the sword energy transformed from rain into pieces.

At the same time, the soldiers behind him were either seriously injured in the waist or abdomen, or had their wrists injured while holding the swords, and they gradually could not keep up with him.

Zhou Nuchang was in high spirits.

A sudden blow swept across the sky, sweeping away all the rain. The blade was full of energy, able to cut through three pieces of armor, and to chop a beast from forehead to tail in one breath, splitting it in half. This blow was so powerful that the raindrops dripping onto the blade and then splashing up were clearly visible. Zhou Nuchang shouted angrily: "Traitor!!!"

He stepped forward with his right foot, and the horizontal slash of the sword drew a semicircle, and then turned into a vertical slash.

Cutting down like a thunderbolt—

"die!"

The courage he displayed was great, different from the past. It was clear that he was able to become the prince's right-hand man not just by flattery, nor was he as incompetent as the civil and military officials believed. With such means, he could also be a fierce character in the border army. Blood suddenly exploded, but Zhou Nuchang's movements stopped abruptly.

He swung the knife down and hit the Taoist youth, but it was only a ripple on the water.

At the same time, an extremely intense pain emerged.

The condensed energy suddenly dissipated.

He slowly lowered his head and saw ripples spreading in the rain. As the ripples spread, a dark sword emerged from the empty space in front of him. It was larger than an ordinary sword, almost as wide as a palm. It just existed there quietly, half of it already sunk into his body. Zhou Nuchang's eyes widened slightly and he murmured:

"The method of controlling water and concealing one's form..."

This sword is placed here.

Then he hid himself using the exquisite water-controlling and light-refracting technique.

It was he himself who rushed forward at a speed far exceeding that of a galloping horse.

Therefore, the sword easily pierced through his soft armor and went out from his back. This sword was a heavy blow. He looked forward and saw ripples on the body of the young Taoist priest, and then it fell apart and fell to the ground, but there were only a few water stains.

Zhou Nuchang murmured: "...Taoism, Immortal?"

"who?!"

“Who is it!”

Zhou Nuchang covered his wound with one hand and held the knife with the other. He looked at the endless rain and howled angrily:

"Who killed me?!"

"come out!"

"Come out!"

"come out!"

Suddenly, the sound of birds singing was heard.

Zhou Nuchang was startled for a moment, then raised his head and looked towards the height not far away. With the circulation of human luck, he finally saw it this time - the rain was falling, and a young Taoist was sitting on the extended part of the high mountain, holding a cup and pouring it casually. The water fell and turned into rain mist. The rain mist dispersed and became clouds. The clouds fell again, and the falling rain turned into heavy rain.

This rain.

But only that Taoist poured out his cup.

Zhou Nuchang covered his wound, lost for a moment, then swayed, and then the knife in his hand directly pressed against the ground. He endured the blackness in front of his eyes and forced a smile, "The Taoist master, with the innate Qi, uses a little true Qi as a guide to evolve all things. I only heard of such methods in the past, but today I really saw it."

"I am the fifth-rank commander of the Imperial Court's Hidden Dragon Guards, and I have been ordered to serve the Crown Prince and the Saint!"

"If you don't want to be killed or lose your way, you'd better retreat quickly!"

"I will let bygones be bygones regarding today's incident and will not report it to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

The little peacock stood on Qi Wuhuo's shoulder and said in a spiritual voice: "This person is so weird. He clearly wanted to kill someone just now, but now he acts like he is being nice to me?"

"And what about Aqi? You killed him."

"It was obviously he who bumped into the tip of the sword."

"He killed himself!"

The young Taoist raised his eyes, and there seemed to be a storm in his eyes, so deep that no light could be seen.

When he blocked the road earlier, he was still worried that he might have killed the wrong person.

He learned the Abhaya Mudra from the Medicine Buddha, which contains the profound meaning of the Buddhist telepathy.

Qi Wuhuo used his magical power to influence the minds of these Hidden Dragon Guards, and made them speak out what was in their hearts. Therefore, the cup of rain gradually expanded and covered them all under the falling rain. Qi Wuhuo's eyes were deep and he said calmly: "I am from Jinzhou, Qi Wuhuo."

Seven words.

Zhou Nuchang's words were completely blocked.

Seven words: Jinzhou people blocked the road and killed people. It is very clear what this means.

He opened his mouth, heard the wailing sound coming from behind, suddenly laughed out loud, and then cursed loudly: "Jinzhou people!"

"Hahaha, what a Jinzhou person! How dare you come here to seek revenge!"

"If the king wants his subjects to die, they must die. You should feel honored to pave a road of bones for the saint with your lives! How dare you come to seek revenge? How dare you! It is clear as day. If you kill me, you will be determined by the fate of humanity. All the land under heaven belongs to the king, and all the people in the world are his subjects. You must die! You must die!"

The young Taoist lightly touched the little peacock with his fingers, then pinched the little peacock's head with two fingers, turned it around, and said, "Let's play a game. You count to 500 numbers. If you can catch me, I will give you delicious food. You can eat anything you want."

"You are not allowed to look at it."

"Ah?! Okay, Aqi!"

"Then I'll count, you hide quickly..."

The little peacock was very excited.

The young Taoist moved his five fingers slightly, and used his own spiritual power to block the little peacock on both sides, preventing any noise from entering its ears.

He immediately stood up.

A strong wind suddenly blew up around Qi Wuhuo.

The young Taoist's robe fluttered as he immediately flew down from the sky and appeared in front of Zhou Nuchang.

The latter laughed out loud, stood up suddenly, and while spurting blood from his mouth, he swung his knife across with fearlessness.

The sword was powerful and sharp, raising a violent storm.

The blade is heavy.

The young Taoist stepped his right foot on the blade.

Put your hands behind your back.

The black hair at the temples is slightly raised.

The rain dissipated in an instant, and then continued to fall. The blade was stepped on directly. Zhou Nuchang was about to draw his sword, but he heard the sound of a sword. Qi Wuhuo clenched his right hand with five fingers behind his back, and the sword that killed thieves rose in his hand. Then he turned around and swung the sword. The sword whistled, breaking the air and rain curtain and stirring up a stream of wind.

But there is no rules.

It's not a magical power.

It chopped directly on Zhou Nuchang's throat.

The sharp blade directly tore through the flesh, tendons and bones and cut the throat.

Zhou Nuchang's human luck exploded, but he could not resist the luck on the sword.

The human destiny that was enough to ward off all evil and make one invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire seemed to have seen its greatest enemy. It churned violently, and Zhou Nuchang stepped back. Qi Wuhuo was one step faster and swung his sword. The sword whistled and split the destiny, shattering the protection of Zhou Nuchang's body and cutting into his throat.

Zhou Nuchang's hoarse voice was as horrifying as a ghost: "This is!!!"

"What's this?!"

"Why can't the destiny of humanity resist!"

The young Taoist replied: "This is the destiny of humanity in my hands."

"Real, human destiny."

A trace of fear greater than death flashed in Zhou Nuchang's eyes!

The sword blade slashed through, and a head rose directly into the sky.

The wind was swirling around Qi Wuhuo, and his body suddenly turned and rushed straight towards a Qianlong Guard whose wrist was cut off.

The sword in his hand swept across and tore open his throat, then he turned around and pierced his heart with the sword, and kicked him off the sword.

Turn around.

The sword was raised and chopped vertically.

Someone attacked from behind.

The sword penetrated directly into the face of the young man who had sneered at the old soldier's sword, splitting his face in half.

Under the intense pain, his eyes were blind and blood was flowing from his mouth.

His eyes were blank, and he murmured with a choked voice: "Dad, Mom..."

"It hurts..."

The young Taoist had a calm look in his eyes.

Then he swept it across suddenly, and half of the head was gone.

He kicked down, suddenly crouched down, and spun around to slash horizontally.

With one sword, he shattered the armor of a handsome young man.

It struck him from the side of his waist, crushing his kidneys and breaking his ribs, nearly cutting him in half.

Qi Wuhuo appeared behind him and kicked him in the knee.

When the knee is hit, the body reacts instinctively.

The handsome young man knelt down subconsciously, and then raised his head subconsciously.

A sword has already been chopped down.

Then another head flew up.

The sword is a weapon for killing.

It is not the style of a gentle gentleman.

If fighting.

It will be tragic!

This is the power carried by the strong aura of the sword, and the swordsmanship used is exactly the same as that of the Black Armor Army back then.

The sword energy tore at the flowing wind, and the innate Qi attached to it, and then tore through it violently. In just a moment, this sword had killed almost all of the thirty or so people here, either by cutting off their heads or piercing their hearts. All of them were ruthless, and blood flowed. The sound of the sword was shrill, just like the disaster in Jinzhou that year.

Qi Wuhuo could have killed the enemy directly with the Taoist mystical methods, but after using the Buddhist magical powers and communicating with the mind.

A violent anger rose up in his heart.

Taoism is a human nature, but it is ultimately not Taoism.

After all, there are still seven emotions and six desires.

The last person still alive was a young man of the same age as Qi Wuhuo, who was also the most ruthless person who indulged in lust and evil. He fell to the ground with blood spurting out of his mouth, rubbing his elbows against the ground and muttering, "You, you are too cruel, you, you will go to the eighteenth level of hell, to the eighteenth level of hell..."

The young Taoist picked up his sword and replied, "It's just a matter of giving someone a taste of their own medicine."

"That's all."

"If I am cruel, what will you do?"

The sword in his hand has already slashed down, beheading another person.

Finally, Qi Wuhuo let go of the sword that killed thieves, and the sword was inserted upside down into the ground, whistling continuously. With his hands, he formed seals, and many souls could be seen rising up. He could glimpse into their deepest fears in their dreams at midnight, as well as the things they had done, killing the remaining soldiers and leaving no relatives behind.

Although his Taoism was not good enough, with the help of the rain formation, Qi Wuhuo saw that the souls of these people were gathering.

And they seemed to have finally realized something.

Realizing that the young Taoist could see their souls, when they saw the young Taoist standing in a pool of blood, with black hairpin and Taoist robe, his eyes as clear as water, yet with traces of blood that were so thick that they could not be dissolved, and a bone-chilling chill, their souls finally seemed to be frozen.

The overwhelming fear made them collapse.

Their souls subconsciously knelt on the ground, kowtowed and cried, "Real man!"

"Master, spare my life!"

"Master, please forgive us. We have already paid with our lives. We really know we are wrong. We shouldn't do this. We shouldn't do this..."

"Please, God has mercy on us!"

The young Taoist asked, "What did you do when they begged you for help?"

The souls of many Hidden Dragon Guards froze.

With the help of the rain formation, Qi Wuhuo saw Zhou Nuchang's soul but still sneered: "Come and kill me if you have the guts!"

“…God ​​has the virtue of loving life, and Taoism has the virtue of not killing.”

The young Taoist priest lowered his left hand, raised his right hand, and answered:

"I am not a murderous person."

"I am not a person who does not want to kill."

"It's just a drink and a peck, there is a cause and effect."

"If I kill you, I will also suffer this calamity. Of course, others can also use this cause and effect to kill me. It's no different."

He stood quietly, then swept his right hand across with his fingers together.

There seemed to be a whistling sound of swords in the void.

The sword technique he realized by himself is also the sword of disaster that has obtained one-third of the energy of the Shangqing lineage.

The sword moves down.

Then every drizzle of rain became sharp in an instant, like a sword. The rain was like fog and the fog was the sword. A wisp of rain was cut by a sword. In an instant, it was like being cut into pieces by thousands of knives and pierced through the heart by tens of thousands of swords. The thickness of the rain was determined by the resentment of the dead that was tainted on these souls.

The young Taoist suddenly thought of the words his teacher said when he taught him the method.

【Good fortune and bad luck come from nowhere, but are brought upon ourselves】

Turning around, his sleeves fell down, revealing a sharp and fierce aura. Qi Wuhuo felt that his soul was about to collapse under the sword's intent, or was stimulated by the sword's energy and entangled in the resentment that was entangled in his body, and was collapsing madly. He heard Zhou Nuchang's painful roars and screams, as well as those desperate roars - just like the thousands of people he had killed.

The young Taoist seemed to have let go of something in his heart, and his mood became peaceful.

The endless resentment and hatred on the sword that killed the thief dissipated a little.

But still rich.

Qi Wuhuo felt something and stood up and walked into the carriage.

I saw what was hidden by the money, and the scroll that contained the destiny of humanity.

It is also the treasure that the prince longs for and is unwilling to part with.