The people were forced into the ultimate despair, and in this despair they watched people fighting each other, betraying, killing, cannibalism, and destroying each other's flesh and blood, just to stay alive. Then, in this most extreme and cruel emotion, they waited for the birth of the most brilliant and magnificent spirit of courage to protect the truth with their own bodies and to save lives with their own deaths.
Immediately he swallowed up this bravery and magnificence, and became a saint by putting on armor.
The young Taoist was a direct descendant of the Supreme Being, and he understood this path almost instantly.
It is similar to the principle of humanity and destiny.
He used the despair of the people as weapons, and the great bravery of the people as armor, and then held on to despair, covered himself with bravery, and allowed his soul, which had already reached its limit, to take another step forward, forcibly raising his own foundation. This was equivalent to swallowing up the blazing soul light that burst out from countless people in despair, in order to break through.
The heart is the nature and the primordial spirit.
It is a ritual used to break through and advance.
He was quiet for a long time, not saying anything, and didn't want to think about anything.
Rather than being angry, for some reason, the young man suddenly felt a sense of absurdity and unreality. How could it be so absurd? It was so absurd that the young man almost laughed. He stood up, broke off a branch, moved his wrist slightly, and easily stabbed it into the ground, then slowly wrote.
Human Emperor.
Great Sage.
The Great.
All three names are magnificent.
The Human Emperor, he demands power and wants to sit on the highest position in the world, a position that even the Emperor cannot do anything about, to give orders to all the people, and then make his compatriots kneel and prostrate themselves at his feet, offering their own flesh and blood.
Great Sage, you must use the grandeur and heroism born from the extreme tragedy of mankind to step higher and become a saint by putting on armor.
That great emperor wanted to make the world turbid, and then he himself would break through the evil and obstacles, and go one step further to achieve Taiyi.
They all have far-reaching goals and firm minds.
But what about us?
The young man looked at these three names quietly. These three names were as magnificent as heaven and earth. The joys and sorrows of ordinary people were worthless under their shadow. After some kind of deal was reached, they were slaughtered. The agreement that was made with the heaven in ancient times to protect the weak has now become the premise for the massacre.
What we are...
Aren't we human? Don't we feel pain?
Don't we have flesh and blood?
The young man stood there quietly, then sat down toward the back, leaning against the plum tree, his eyes lowered. When the wind blew, the whole town was quiet. One could hear a dog from some unknown family barking, and then a series of barks, human scolding, and the whimpering of a dog could be heard.
The sixteen-year-old boy still has a calm mind.
But for some reason, I couldn't close my eyes and rest.
Although I was calm, there seemed to be an indescribable emotion stirring in my heart, which made me feel very uncomfortable.
What did we do wrong?
The boy thought.
We live very hard, we live very hard, and we don’t hurt anyone.
Why do we have to encounter these things?
The young Taoist just looked at the three names, unknowingly, a night had passed, countless thoughts rose and fell in his mind, the night dew wet the young man's sleeves, the sun rose again in the sky, the warm morning light gradually awakened the whole town, the young Taoist's eyes were calm, the ends of his hair were wet, he exhaled, stood up, and picked up the branch in his hand.
Sweep violently.
The emperor's name was swept across in an instant.
Then, looking at the Great Sage, the Human Emperor, the branch in the young Taoist's hand quietly and firmly swept over the two names.
Then he threw the branch aside, walked over the two names, stepped on the two names with the soles of his simple shoes, stepped on them, and then wiped them off casually, his heart still calm.
In the distant future, in the legend that is no longer known, everyone marveled at the murderousness and determination of the **demon. They wondered how this warrior, who was born in the acquired human race, could have such a sharp and determined murderous aura, and what kind of experience would turn a sheep into a ferocious beast that used its claws and fangs to tear the world apart.
They didn't know that the god of death who wore an iron-like green mask, had cold and calm eyes, commanded the north, swept the world with a sword, and frightened all six realms, was once...
He was just a little kid who lost everything and was sitting alone in the yard in a daze.
The young boy slapped his cheeks, fetched a wooden bucket and drew some cold well water, then washed his face. The coldness stimulated his cheeks and nerves, making him suddenly much more sober. The ripples in the basin slowly calmed down, reflecting Qi Wuhuo's face, with his brows still showing the look of a teenager.
He was nine years old when he fled.
He is only sixteen years old now.
"call!"
The young Taoist closed his eyes, threw away all the complicated things in his mind, exhaled, and then washed vegetables and cooked as usual, and then flipped through some files. When he left Zhongzhou City, he borrowed many books from the Mingzhen Taoist League. Now he still wanted to improve his knowledge. It was not until the rice was cooked that the little peacock slowly woke up.
But the little peacock seemed to eat very little today.
The young Taoist was surprised and curious, and asked, "What's wrong? Why did you eat so little today?"
"Are you in a bad mood, Wonton?"
The little peacock Qi Yuntun blinked doubtfully, then said curiously, "I don't know why..."
The young Taoist and Qi Yuntun were both stunned.
The little peacock touched his throat subconsciously.
This time it was not transmitted through the spirit, but spoken directly. Although the voice was childish, it was not the kind of messy shouting.
"ah?!!"
"Azizi!"
"I can speak now, I can speak now!"
“I can speak now!!!”
After the initial surprise, the little peacock immediately became happy, flapping its wings, flying back and forth in the air, its feathers emitting bursts of blazing golden light. Then it landed on Qi Wuhuo's shoulder, rubbing the boy's cheek hard, its feathers shaking with joy, and then it flew around everywhere, wishing to announce this great news to the whole world!
But still no appetite.
"I don't know why."
"It seems like... when I was sleeping?"
The little peacock was puzzled: "I seemed to have been eating while I was asleep, and now I am very full, not hungry at all!" It patted its belly, but it was not bulging at all. However, the little peacock was not only full, but also very sleepy. After playing with the young Taoist for a while, it went back to sleep.
The little medicine spirit simply did not wake up. He just lay with his limbs spread out and slept soundly on the young Taoist's pillow.
It's hard to trust here.
The young Taoist looked at them, quietly circulating his own Qi. The calmness and all-embracingness of the primordial Qi, and the all-bearing Qi of the earth, were circulating in his body at the same time. Although these two ancient Qis had never confronted each other, they could not converge. You circulate yours, and I circulate mine.
They all have the characteristics of being extremely long-lasting and highly resilient.
The young Taoist felt that the original ancestral Qi was the operation of pure Qi.
And the Qi of the earth is also subtly improving the young Taoist's own physical fitness, that feeling is very clear.
The damage to the foundation gradually began to recover with the circulation of these two Qi.
The next step is to go to Jinzhou.
Go figure it all out.
He also returned the magic weapon that the old Dragon King Ao Liu had borrowed to his niece.
Jinzhou is a must for the young Taoist, but before that, he has to make elixirs and preach, and explain everything about Helianshan clearly. Moreover, it seems that the Lady Yuanying Yuanjun wants to see how much he can understand. His Qi has been passed on, and if he doesn't work hard, it will not work.
The young Taoist closed his eyes slightly, his mind calmed down, and two streams of Qi flowed slowly in his body.
The boy was at peace, but the emotion still seemed to be inside him.
…
The hilt of the sword loosened.
The sword fell from his hand.
It fell to the ground with a whistling sound, and then drops of golden blood dripped onto the sword, accompanied by a slight gasp. The duty officer felt a little bit reluctant, watching the girl in the Beidi Palace having her arm pierced. The pain was terrible to think about.
The speed of time flow here is slower than outside.
The officer on duty sighed.
The duty officer beside him had a complicated expression and asked, "Which one is it?"
"The eighth."
"The eighth one..."
The duty officer watched Yun Qin pull out the sword from the afterimage of a fallen Star God. There was a sword wound on his cheek, and there were more injuries on his body. The stars reflected the power trajectory of the former Star Gods. In the name of the Northern Emperor, using the power of the stars to reproduce the strength of each generation of Star Gods at different stages is also the power of the Lord of the Stars.
They watched the girl being defeated time and time again, watched her get hurt, watched her hugging her knees and wiping her tears.
Beidi just looked at her calmly.
And she would always pick up the sword again, over and over again.
Her control over the Dharma veins became more and more fierce. From being no match in the beginning, she could barely fight against the afterimage of the Star Lord of the same level in the end. She was covered with wounds. After the afterimage of the last Star Lord disappeared, the girl gasped for breath, and the Seven-Star Sword in her hand fell to the ground without her control. Yun Qin sat on the ground with her eyes slightly dilated and no light in them.
Finally, he let out a long breath.
He fell backwards, his arms and legs spread out, his hair soaked with sweat, two strands stuck to his face. He closed his eyes and gasped for breath. His clothes had long been changed into a set of tight training clothes, his sleeves rolled up, revealing his fair arms.
Beidi said indifferently, "His swordsmanship is ordinary, his footwork is average, he has some clever moves, but that's all."
"I figured out the magical powers of these star gods through constant failures."
"Then I worked out a reverse cracking method myself."
“Although they are just afterimages of these Star Lords and not as sharp as the real ones, they are still pretty good.”
The girl supported herself on the dark ground in the Beidi Palace with both hands. She pushed hard and sat up. Then she crossed her legs and hugged her ankles. Her body swayed slightly. There were wounds and scratches on her face, as well as scratches from avoiding the moves. But she smiled brightly and stretched out her hand and said, "So, I won?!"
"Give me!"
Many star officials were shocked that they actually spoke to the Northern Emperor in this way, but the Northern Emperor did not get angry. He just said calmly: "You win. In fact, apart from the "Ziwei Emperor Qi Sutra", you can choose something higher, such as the sword in your hand, or the title of "Northern Emperor's Son" of this generation. Your future achievements will at least start with Yuanjun."
Yunqin thought about it and asked seriously, "Are you going to cheat?"
On-duty officer: “…”
Cardiac arrest!
The girl shook her head and said, "I came here just to get the Purple Star Emperor Qi Sutra."
“It’s only right to come here and get something.”
"What use would anything else have to me?"
The Four Guardians seemed to hear a slight smile from the Northern Emperor, who had always suppressed the six realms with a cold, indifferent and murderous attitude. Or it seemed to be just their illusion. Then they saw the volume of "Purple Star Emperor Qi Sutra" turned into a stream of light and fell into the hands of the girl. The girl did not seem tired at all.
Holding the martial arts, he stood up, bowed to Beidi, then greeted and said goodbye to them happily, and left with brisk steps.
No, not lightly.
Because the wounds on the body will heal, but the severe pain in the soul will remain for a while.
But the high ponytail that was tied up during the battle swung slightly, and there were still traces of the battle on her face, making her look disheveled, but her eyes were bright as if there was no haze. She left all the way to the Pixiang Palace, and found Sister Jade Girl to borrow the spring water from the sky to bathe. The fatal injury would disappear, but the sword mark on her arm was still there, and the pain of her soul was still there.
After bathing, he washed away the wounds and scrapes on his body and changed all the dusty clothes with sword marks and holes.
She changed into a blue dress and a white skirt, tied a white satin around her waist, and let her black hair hang down, making sure that there would not be any sign of abnormality.
She doesn't want her friend to feel guilty!
So the celestial maiden, who still looked carefree, walked briskly in her lotus-colored thin-soled shoes, and found a quiet place. She used the mirror to contact the young Taoist priest, and the light of the Beidi mirror flowed. The young Taoist priest raised his eyes and saw the girl as always, smiling and calling him like this:
"No doubt, no doubt!"