Kong Hanan felt that he had lost control of the dagger in his hand.
In other words, it is still under his control, but it doesn't seem like it is being used by him.
He was still under control because that mysterious feeling reappeared in his heart.
With just a thought, he could make Meng Yu beside him, Wen Qiong who had retracted his long-handled wolf-tooth hammer and was on high alert, or the people of Wancheng in the square not far away return to nothingness.
It didn't seem to be used by him because he seemed to have touched the truth of this world...
This shouldn't be something he could touch.
A lot of knowledge suddenly appeared in my mind.
Why is wind the wind and why does it move?
Why is water water and where does it come from?
The Tao is divided into Yin and Yang, Yin and Yang are divided into three realms, there are three on earth and nine in heaven, all with their own rules.
Kong Hanan seemed to understand, but when he thought about it carefully, he seemed not to understand.
A huge Bagua diagram seemed to appear before my eyes, breaking down the components of all things in the world in detail and classifying them into categories.
Kong Hanan had a sudden realization.
This is……
road.
"The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao."
The Tao is here, but if it can be simply explained, it is not an eternal truth.
It was just a brief moment, but Kong Hanan was immersed in it.
Meng Yu's voice in his ear woke him up.
"A humble young man, I pay my respects to the Taoist Saint!"
Meng Yuxing was bowing down to the ground with all his body...
The direction he was facing was Kong Hanan!
Kong Hanan was shocked. He was about to ask, but the sword in his hand and the "Tao" in his eyes clearly marked out a flaw of Wen Qiong.
He had a feeling in his heart that as long as he thrust the sword like that, even a mortal as weak as him or a guardian deity as strong as Marshal Wen would surely fall.
There is no reason to explain the fall, but there is a reason to follow.
It was as if the Bagua had turned to the Death Gate, and Wen Qiong was standing on the Death Gate.
This flaw was so tempting that Kong Hanan had a strong desire to give it a try.
Then give it a try?
The sword is out.
The Heavenly Punishment Sword glowed with purple light, looking dazzling, but the sword moves were mediocre.
Time seemed to slow down, so slowly that Kong Hanan could clearly see the look in Wen Qiong's eyes, which changed from vigilance to disdain and then to fear before it could even begin.
The sword penetrated the golden armor and entered Wen Qiong's body without any hindrance.
Time returned to normal.
The gossip in Kong Hanan's eyes disappeared, and those insights also disappeared.
It was as if it had never appeared, but it seemed to have left a trace in his heart.
Wen Qiong's tall and strong figure collapsed to the ground, and the purple light from the Heavenly Punishment Sword emanated from his body, making his skin even more blue and purple.
He chuckled.
"My dear brother, when has the Dao Saint ever touched this sword of yours?"
Kong Hanan was able to speak at this time.
"The Dao Saint just arrived?"
He looked around, but there was no sign of the old man.
Meng Yu stood up, his eyes full of awe.
"Just now, it was just a wisp of spirit left by the Dao Saint on your Heavenly Punishment Sword, Brother Kong."
Meng Yu was still trembling at this moment. That moment and that sword really frightened him.
Kong Hanan was a little surprised and looked at Wen Qiong who was bleeding profusely.
With a moment of distraction, he unleashed "Heavenly Punishment" without any side effects.
It made him feel as if he had understood the Dao and everything in this world, and the Dharma Protector Marshal in front of him was like a weak chicken on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered by him.
Kong Hanan's mind vaguely understood...
Although he had his own consciousness when he made that sword move just now, it was the old man Daosheng who was remotely controlling him, just like he remotely operated his colleague's computer in his previous life.
The old man taught him in this way and took the consequences of inflicting "heavenly punishment" on him.
Wen Qiong's breath grew weaker, and he smiled bitterly.
"I originally thought that since I was below the Four Heavenly Emperors, the Dao Saint would give the Jade Emperor some respect, but I didn't expect..."
"He is so strong..."
"He can indeed ignore the Jade Emperor..."
Wen Qiong's spirit began to dissipate, as if he was whispering on his deathbed.
"You are so powerful, why don't you ascend to heaven? If you ascend, the gods will know your background, and you will no longer be so troublesome..."
"You are so strong, why haven't you died yet... You don't allow the existence of extraordinary people in this world, but aren't you extraordinary yourself?"
Kong Hanan looked at Wen Qiong lying on the ground and was a little dazed for a moment.
He knew that Dao Sheng was very powerful. When Dao Sheng casually squeezed the Emperor of Nanyue Hengshan, he knew that the old man was very powerful.
But he didn't expect the other party to be so strong.
This should be his former colleague, a well-known law enforcement marshal, who died in this way.
Even that seemingly frail and old man could not give the Four Emperors face...
Kong Hanan could feel that the Marshal Wen in front of him didn't even have the qualifications to enter the underworld.
He is about to disappear from this world completely.
And the old man didn't even show up.
Meng Yu rang out again.
"Marshal Wen, why did you release the plague in Nanjun!?"
Kong Hanan came back to his senses.
Since his previous guesses were all wrong, then Wen Qiong's plague in Nanjun was not intended to spread the Buddhist faith.
Why did he do this?
Marshal Wen's pupils had begun to dilate, and a strange smile appeared on his face. He did not directly answer Meng Yu's question, but instead looked at Kong Hanan.
"My dear brother, your law is truly overbearing. Yet, the Emperor is so lenient that he hasn't questioned the discrepancy between your laws..."
Wen Qiong began to cough violently, as if he was going to cough out his lungs. As he coughed, dark blood gushed out from the corners of his mouth.
"Ahem, but, have you ever thought about... ahem, why does your Heavenly Soul..."
Wen Qiong's voice gradually became inaudible.
But Kong Hanan understood what he meant...
His soul developed independent consciousness, calling itself Kong Hanan, and wanted to compete with him for control of his body.
But logically speaking, the three souls of a person are originally one, and their thoughts should be the same. Kong Hanan is physically and mentally healthy, so this kind of split personality should not exist.
Wen Qiong was telling him that the emperor coveted his laws, and that heavenly soul might be the reincarnation of Emperor Dongyue.
Even though Kong Hanan believed in the emperor very much, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat at this moment.
After seeing his law, the emperor chose to go into seclusion.
The emperor arranged for Daosheng to be his master, but his heavenly soul died before him.
The Taoist Saint did not make any statement and was even trying to protect the Heavenly Soul.
It’s terrifying when you think about it.
But Kong Hanan quickly came to his senses.
That doesn't make sense.
If the emperor really wanted it, why would he take such a big risk?
When the emperor killed Shao Siming in the underworld that day, he could kill him with just a flip of his hand.
Moreover, Kong Hanan is a time traveler. To be more precise, theoretically, there is a possibility that there are two personalities in Kong Hanan's body.
Moreover, the Taoist Saint had just performed some "remote operation", so if he had other ideas, there was no need to do so.
However, Wen Qiong's words finally made Kong Hanan feel a little suspicious.
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