Due to the sudden change, the old Dragon King, who should have been beheaded and sent to reincarnation in the underworld, unexpectedly crashed into the Dragon-Slaying Platform instead of his son Ao Wulie, who had been causing indiscriminate rain and disrupting the order of heaven and earth. He actually gave up his only chance of survival and took the main responsibility for the sake of his son.
Such a sudden change left everyone speechless, and Lord Lingmiao looked very sad.
Previously, the other gods were delighted that Ao Liu would not be killed to death, but only Lord Ling Miao knew what choice Ao Liu would make. He would not choose to survive while his son was pushed onto the Dragon-Slaying Platform, especially when a father found out that his son had finally repented.
But Taibai Xingjun looked at Tianyou Zhenjun.
The latter's means are enough to tie with the Great Sage, and the seriously injured real dragon will not be his opponent.
If Tianyou wanted to stop him, he could just raise his hand and grab Ao Liu.
Then let Ao Wulie go up to the Dragon-Slaying Platform.
However, this tall, dignified and even slightly ferocious god general only lowered his eyes. He acquiesced to the old Dragon King's choice under the "bottom line" of the Arctic Exorcism House. The laws inside and outside the six realms each have their own order. The gods on earth do not belong to the Heavenly Court, and the one in charge of laws and punishments in the Heavenly Court is the Great Lord of Justice.
It only involves the bottom line of [subverting the order of the six realms].
The Thunder Department and the Fighting Department cannot solve it.
Only then will he go to the North Pole in the middle sky and order the North Pole Exorcism House to take action.
Those involved in subverting order will be severely sentenced to maintain order.
As for the rest, it is not within the responsibilities and goals of the Arctic Exorcism House.
No matter how fierce the fighting is in the human world, it is still a human matter. Take the incident in Jinzhou for example, the demon country killing people is just like humans killing demons. The fights among all spirits are also within the order of heaven and earth. If any spirit acts recklessly, it is the responsibility of the Great Lord of Justice. When the ghosts and gods of the three realms dare to touch the most fundamental order of heaven and earth, they will be directly supervised by the North Pole Exorcism Institute.
From the Great Lord of Justice, to the Ministry of Thunder, the Ministry of Fighting, until finally writing to the Emperor of Beiji Ziwei and sending the Exorcism Institute to intervene.
It's almost like adding layers of pressure.
To reach this point is equivalent to a death sentence in the human world.
In the end, Tianyou still maintained his bottom line and acquiesced to the Dragon King Ao Liu's selfish desire to protect his son.
The young Taoist priest suddenly raised his hand and wrote spiritual patterns in an instant.
He whispered: "Command!"
The light changes.
Under the imperial decree, the old Dragon King's soul was briefly condensed.
The Heavenly Soul, Earthly Soul, and the Seven Spirits had already been shattered on the Dragon-Slaying Platform.
Tianyou raised his eyes and looked at Qi Wuhuo. Ling Miaogong and other earth gods, as well as Taibai Xingjun and other Beiji Exorcist Court warriors also looked at him. Tianyou said indifferently: "**demon, your command words are not enough to condense his soul. There is only one soul left out of the three souls and seven spirits. Even if you put all your strength, it is difficult to maintain it for a stick of incense. What are you going to do?"
The young Taoist did not answer.
There was only one person on earth who cursed and pretended to be so hypocritical! Why didn't you show some mercy when you made the judgment just now?
Even though I am the judge, what's wrong with me raising my pen a little? !
But no one dared to shout at the Arctic to exorcise evil spirits.
Tianyou had already seen what the young man was thinking.
Public is public, private is private, and those who serve the public must be killed. Qi Wuhuo participated in all the fighting this time, and witnessed tragic deaths. He tried his best, damaged his own foundation of Taoism, and consumed three decades of his lifespan before he could barely hold on. But even so, the casualties were extremely heavy. After being seriously injured, Ao Liu did not report to the Penglai Division, but chose to pass the throne to his son. He was guilty of dereliction of duty, and if he was not killed, it would not be enough to deal with the people of Zhongzhou.
However, as an individual, we do not have only a heart for Tao, and it is difficult to be ruthless like the Tao.
That’s why there is the concept of disaster.
Human beings are as complicated as this. This is already a sign of calamity. Tianyou Zhenjun said calmly:
"You have completed your duties, and you may leave now."
Qi Wuhuo's Dao Jue moved slightly, he saluted, turned around and left under the complex gazes of the Arctic Exorcists and the Earth God. He maintained the word "imperial" with his own body, so he did not seem like a judge, and his position was contrary to that of the Arctic Exorcists' Institute. However, he made the judgment himself.
Although everyone knew that even if Qi Wuhuo did something else, Tianyou would not allow it, the young Taoist's judgment in his heart was indeed true. Even if he made the decision himself, he would kill the dragon.
The young Taoist went away.
Tianyou lowered his eyes and looked at Ao Wulie, the one who should have been terrified according to his judgment.
"What do you want to say?"
Ao Wulie looked at his father's corpse, his body trembling, tears streaming down his face. After a long while, he knelt and turned around, suddenly kowtowed heavily, gnashing his teeth, his eyes reddened:
"I, beg to live!"
…
Qi Wuhuo protected a little of Ao Liu's soul, but the latter had not yet awakened.
This state, after all, is just like the last breath of a mortal after a serious illness. The place where the verdict is announced is actually the place where the earth god holds the Hou Tu sacrifice. Standing on the top of the mountain after escaping from the ground, the young Taoist saw the sky slightly brighter. Although the sun has not risen yet, the sky has already turned pale. Black smoke can be seen rising from the villages, which has not completely dissipated yet.
Today should be the New Year's Day.
But now the only sounds in the air were the sad cries and the low hissing sounds that came after one had no more strength to cry.
Because of the chaos of evil spirits and demons, mountains in Zhongzhou collapsed and broke off. People who depend on these mountains for their livelihood must face a choice: whether to leave their hometowns and the fields that have been reclaimed bit by bit over hundreds of years, and become "refugees", going to other cities to make a living and start over again bit by bit.
The living have their own sorrows.
The dead don't have to think about these things anymore.
The young Taoist walked along the mountain path and saw the broken land temple, the completely disappeared village, the town that was torn apart in half by some magical power, and the part that was corroded by some special force. Even the ground showed strong signs of corrosion. As for the affected parts, they disappeared completely.
From afar, he saw a portion of the city wall collapsed, blood was flowing, and the soldiers of Zhongzhou City were carried away. When Qi Wuhuo stood at the gate of Zhongzhou City, he saw countless men and women, old and young, crying and throwing themselves on the bloody figures.
They wanted to find some familiar place.
But afraid to find it.
But the scariest thing is that I really can’t find these.
The young Taoist looked at the faces one by one. They fought with the monsters infected by evil spirits to the end, and filled the cracks in the city wall with their flesh and blood. He saw them holding weapons with their eyes wide open. The wind blew past, and the long spears were like a forest, covered in blood. But the soldiers could not stand up. Only the wind blew past, and the spear tips made a slight sound, like a long roar, and they fought to the death.
But they all died.
In this battle, 70% of the 70,000 soldiers in Zhongzhou City were killed.
Although they are government soldiers, they have achieved the best combat results since ancient times.
Black armor, white armor, and cloth clothes.
"Where's my son?! Where's my son!!"
"Your son...died in battle."
"What about my grandson?"
“…He also died in battle.”
"No, it's impossible... I have three sons, three. Some of them must be alive, right? There must be! Three! My old man died at the border. You can't say that all my sons are dead, right? There must be some alive..."
"The disaster in Jinzhou didn't stop them. We survived thanks to the rain."
"It's impossible this time, impossible..."
A white-haired old woman was holding tightly to a man whose battle robe was stained with blood. The man had a look of pain on his face. Finally, he lowered his head, rummaged through a pile of things, and took out three blood-stained badges. For the first time, the hand holding the gun began to tremble uncontrollably.
Those are the badges of those who died in battle.
There was a loud mixture of cries of grief and joy at finding out their loved ones were still alive.
But when they saw the young Taoist priest, they subconsciously made way for him.
Because they had seen the Taoists fighting with swords, and saw the young man's temples were gray and his steps were unsteady. The old woman suddenly reached out and pulled the young Taoist's sleeve, with sadness and desire in her eyes: "Master, my sons are all dead..."
"The culprit was killed by you, right?"
The young Taoist didn't know how to answer.
Is it Ketu? Ketu designed everything.
Is it the old Dragon King? He did not hand over the position to Penglai Division but to his son. Even if there was injustice and frame-up, the order was out of balance and Zhongzhou almost fell, which was also the truth...
But as Beiji said, do the sentient beings who died because of him also have their grievances wronged?
The old woman stretched out her hands and grabbed him tightly, but was finally pulled away by the soldier. She looked at the young Taoist and cried, "They didn't die in vain, did they?! They didn't die in vain, did they?! Right!" The soldier pulled the old woman away and could feel the remaining breath of the young Taoist after the fight, and said:
"Master, thank you very much... I saw you draw your sword."
"Thank you..."
"If it weren't for you, we might not have made it to the end."
"But we paid a price after all."
"Yes, thank you."
The surviving soldiers expressed their gratitude by patting the young Taoist's shoulders to express their emotions. There were also bloodstains on his Taoist robe. As he walked forward step by step, he saw the sesame cake vendor who had been sitting against the wall with one arm broken and a hideous wound on his face from forehead to the corner of his mouth. He was already dying, his eyes gradually losing their light, and he was holding a black sword in his arms.
His wife was kneeling beside him, sobbing.
"I told you not to go..."
“No…”
The three-year-old child pulled his father's finger and said, "Daddy, eat sesame cake..."
The man's eyes were becoming dull and his vision was becoming blurred. He heard the sound of war drums again and saw flags fluttering in the wind and a forest of black armor in front of him.
The nine states are brave and valiant, with divine and powerful black armor.
There are three thousand armored captains left.
Post-war survivors.
Only two hundred and thirty-seven people.
The rest all died in this battle.
No one retreated.
They did not break the oath they swore under the sword.
Wearing black armor and a dark cloak, he called the military order to rescue, punish evil and support good, and protect the country and the people.
The young Taoist walked along the way, saving whoever he could with his innate Qi. When he finally reached the old tree, due to excessive consumption, the white hair on his temples seemed to be spreading. His steps were a little staggering. He sat in front of the chessboard and said hoarsely, "Mr. Ao Liu, do you feel anything..."
The soul that he protected dispersed and turned into Ao Liu, who had a faint and transparent feeling, and sat in front of him.
In front of the two of them, there was still the same game of chess.
Ao Liu looked sad and said, "...My dear friend, why did you save me at this moment?"
The young Taoist looked at the Dragon King in front of him and said, "Then why do you have to risk your life to kill the Dragon Platform?"
All living beings have emotions, while the Tao is selfless; they are ultimately mutually exclusive, but who can completely abandon them?
Ao Liu knew what Qi Wuhuo meant, and knew that he still remembered what happened that day, and should be killed for the sake of justice, but considering his feelings, he should also do his best. Looking at the young Taoist in front of him whose lifespan and foundation had been cut off, he sighed, looked around, and murmured: "This calamity has finally been triggered..."
"I didn't expect that the last thing I saw of Zhongzhou would be like this."
The young Taoist was silent for a long time, then asked, "Sir, do you regret saving that person that day?"
Ao Liu chuckled and said, "You are still young after all, kid."
"Tianyou Zhenjun asked you to judge me, but he is the one who makes the final decision. As for what Ji Du said."
"Because I saved someone and it affected me..."
"So what you mean is that I should be cautious and pray that the bad guys don't target me? How can this be true? Zhongzhou is different from Jinzhou. Jinzhou is independent and more inclined to the chaos of the world, not involving order. And this time, they want to use the 3,600-year formation as an opportunity to break the balance of order. Since they want to break the formation."
"As the Central Plains of the world, how could they ignore it?"
"This place is bound to be regarded as one of the seven major nodes."
“Even if I don’t save them, or even if I do, it won’t affect their goals and outcomes.”
Ao Liu murmured: "After all, it's just a choice."
"If it were the Great Lord of Justice, he would consider more and strike a balance between emotion, reason and law. However, the North Pole Exorcism Institute is the last link. They follow the ruthless way and choose order over everything else. Jidu is sincere in seeking the truth and wants to bring chaos to the world. As for me, I cannot bear to see him die, so I did those things."
"The way of heaven is ruthless and impartial. Killing the people of the world will not cause the wrath of heaven, and saving the people of the world will not attract the reward of heaven. No matter me or them, what we want is just a word [I]."
"Follow my path and you will never regret it."
"There is only choice, no right or wrong..."
"It's just that it makes people suffer."
He lowered his eyes, and suddenly smiled: "Thank you very much for sacrificing your own foundation so that I can have another look at Zhongzhou. Come on, there is still this last chance, let's play another game of chess..." The young Taoist used his innate Qi to transform the chessboard, a dragon, a man, and a soul. The Taoist finally played another game here, and the game was still a dragon-slaying game, and the chess piece fell.
The old Dragon King sighed slightly and gradually became transparent.
He only had his soul left. After considering for a long time, he made his move. Suddenly, a dragon roared in the sky.
It is the true essence and blood of the old Dragon King himself.
He consumed the last of his soul energy and activated his own true dragon body. The young Taoist looked up and saw the dragon roaring, which eventually dispersed and turned into boundless essence, which suddenly spread out and turned into falling rain, just like the rain that fell in the past. This was the true dragon essence and blood that had caused the demon clan to split and the dragon clan to flee. Even if it was dispersed as rain and scattered over such a large area of Zhongzhou, it still had its effect.
The seriously injured were treated as slightly injured and the dead were given back a breath of life.
And the living make up for the foundation.
The real dragon died here and had no resentment towards the common people. Under this circumstance, the vitality of Zhongzhou should not be damaged.
The young Taoist held the chess piece in his hand, knowing the decision of the old Dragon King, and did not stop him. He closed his eyes, his white hair at the temples fluttering slightly, and emphasized his aura, saying: "The Supreme Command has ordered your lonely soul to be liberated."
Not to the old Dragon King in front of him.
Instead, accompanied by the falling rain, which was close to the level of the essence and blood of a True Lord, the power of the spell spread throughout Zhongzhou.
The old Dragon King had already cast the spell, Qi Wuhuo simply mobilized the old Dragon King's last bit of strength to complete the spell.
The soul is cleansed of resentment to help it reincarnate.
A true dragon, a thousand years of Taoism, was gone in the blink of an eye. The old Dragon King's soul was pale and dull, and he left his last child with a smile. Even the young Taoist's command could not keep it condensed for too long. The latter did not say anything else, but just desperately urged his own Yuan Qi.
Because of the wine of the Antarctic Immortal Emperor, the old Dragon King was finally assisted in making it rain for the last time in his life.
The broken mountains will one day turn into ravines, in which all living things will be reborn and become a magnificent sight.
“Aren’t what you and I do also choices?”
The old Dragon King smiled and left a child. The last of his three souls and seven spirits also dispersed. His consciousness gradually became ethereal. He could no longer feel the rain and his soul was about to be shattered.
But everything suddenly became dead silent.
The flow of time seemed to slow down, and Qi Wuhuo could see the raindrops falling like beads in a necklace.
A drop of rain fell and landed in Ao Liu's blank consciousness.
The soul has not been shattered, has not been revived, but has not been reincarnated. Instead, it has mixed into the falling rain and scattered all over the world. Although it has not been able to reincarnate and its whereabouts are unknown, its soul has not been scattered. After walking on the Dragon-Slaying Platform once, two of the three souls and seven spirits were scattered, but one of them was left in the end, and it gained a ray of life. The scattered rain is different from this falling rain.
The young Taoist raised his eyes and saw that the drop of rain came from the willow leaves, crystal clear.
I saw a gentle man with calm eyes appearing in front of me. I don't know when or how he appeared. He just said:
"Seven years ago, a rain gave people a glimmer of hope."
"I will also give you a rain and a glimmer of hope for your life."
“It’s called one sip and one peck.”
"The Arctic Exorcism House is the bottom line, and merits and demerits cannot be offset."
"Between heaven and earth, rewards and punishments should also be clearly defined."
When the young Taoist stood up, he felt exhausted and staggered. He had to hold on to the table to stand steady. He felt a hint of divine charm and suddenly realized that when he and Ao Liuluoyu were saving souls, they seemed to have received help from this person's Qi. However, Qi Wuhuo didn't notice it until he showed up. He asked:
"Who are you?!"
The middle-aged scholar in front stood tall and straight, with a peaceful look in his eyes. A white cat was dozing in his sleeves. In his left hand, he was dragging a jade bottle with willow branches and leaves in it, with crystal dew on it. In his other hand, he was holding an umbrella. His temperament was particularly pure. He glanced at the young man in front of him who was surrounded by calamity, raised his eyes slightly, and said to himself in his heart -
Robbery Sword Three.
Imperial decree.
He swept his sleeves, sat down at the table, and replied, "I'm a poor Taoist."
"Taiyi saves suffering."