Chapter 791 My name is Liu Bei [Fourth update, please give me a monthly ticket]
"Being inaction and ruthless is just an attitude of cultivation. The failure of the Hongmeng Pill may indicate a catastrophe that will affect all cultivators."
Laozi answered calmly, without any emotion in his tone.
The Holy Mother of Order said, "I don't know why it failed, but a certain supreme being said that the Hongmeng Demon God who caused the Great Dao Catastrophe has not yet been born."
Lao Tzu seemed to be thinking about something.
The Holy Mother of Order continued, "Many ancient beings have attempted to become the Hongmeng Demon God, and the Hongmeng Pill may be one of their means."
Lao Tzu said, "Thank you for your guidance, Holy Mother."
After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave.
"Laozi, do you think Daozu would also want to become the Hongmeng Demon God?" The voice of the Holy Mother of Order came again.
In an instant, all the clouds in the sky were still.
Laozi turned his back to the Mother of Order and asked, "The Mother of Order is not involved in cause and effect, nor in fate, so why does she care about the fate of the Taoist Ancestor?"
The Holy Mother of Order said: "Hongmeng Demon God is the fate of chaos. If Daozu really becomes Hongmeng Demon God, I hope you will not be obsessed with the old feelings."
Laozi left after saying: "If the teacher really becomes the Hongmeng Demon God, my sword will definitely point at him."
The world then fell into silence.
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In the Baiyuexianchuan.
Han Jue finished the mock trial and after hundreds of battles, he was finally able to easily kill a thousand Foolish Sword Saints. He even tried to challenge two thousand Foolish Sword Saints. Although it was difficult, he was not completely defenseless.
Even without unleashing the wrath of the Hongmeng God, each of Han Jue's demon god forms possesses powerful single combat capabilities.
At least it is not a problem to fight a Fool Sword Saint alone! Han Jue was in a good mood and began to preach to the millions of disciples in Baiyue Xianchuan.
This lecture lasted for a hundred years.
After finishing his preaching, Han Jue did not practice immediately, but instead separated a trace of his soul and headed for the fairyland.
The immeasurable catastrophe was about to begin, and he wanted to go and see it.
His soul thoughts transformed into his original form, and his cultivation was controlled at the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm.
Cultivation is just an appearance. Even a quasi-saint cannot hurt his soul in the slightest.
Han Jue planned to go to the shrine to take a look.
Qin Ling, the protagonist of the catastrophe, stayed in the temple.
Speaking of which, Han Juejun still remembered the Divine Palace vividly. Before the last catastrophe, the Divine Palace was the place where the geniuses of the immortal world gathered, and it still exists today.
Of course, Han Jue’s contribution was part of this, otherwise how could he have gained momentum and risen by relying on a lone star?
Han Jue flew forward, and he suddenly thought of Han Tuo's mother. Her soul had been sealed for so many years. Should he release her and let her reincarnate again?
It's not that it's impossible. Han Jue now doesn't need to worry too much. In the Heavenly Dao, no one can hurt the people he wants to protect.
Next time.
Han Jue will release it when he travels to the fairyland next time.
In addition to visiting the temple, Han Jue also plans to go to the underworld to visit his eldest disciple and Han Tuo's daughter Han Xinyuan.
Han Tuosheng has a son and a daughter. His son founded the Han family and is Han Yu's ancestor. His daughter Han Xinyuan has been busy practicing and later joined the underworld. Under Yang Tiandong's care, she has become a female ghost in the underworld with a very high status.
Han Jue flew not too fast as he moved forward, and took the opportunity to take a look at the current appearance of the fairyland.
Hundreds of thousands of years have passed since the last time I traveled to the fairyland, and the fairyland is naturally no longer the same as it used to be.
Han Jue noticed that the number of Daluo Jinxian auras in the fairy world exceeded three thousand, not including the Daluo Jinxians who went to the chaos.
There are also hundreds of quasi-saints, which is very good.
A few months later.
Han Jue finally arrived in front of the shrine.
The shrine is located in the sky, and the palace falls above the clouds. Looking around, it is magnificent and majestic, layer after layer.
Han Jue quietly used the power of the hidden demon god and disappeared without a trace. Silently and without a sound, he found Qin Ling's breath and quickly came to Qin Ling's courtyard.
Tens of thousands of years have passed, and Qin Ling has become the Immortal Emperor, but his status in the Divine Palace is not high. Because of his average qualifications, his residence is not of high standards, it can only be described as average.
Qin Ling was sitting on the steps, looking at the medicine cauldron in front of him with a depressed expression.
"Why is this Emperor Yuan Pill so difficult to refine?" Qin Ling muttered to himself, feeling a little discouraged.
Han Jue suddenly appeared and said with a smile: "It means you don't have the talent for alchemy."
Qin Ling was frightened, stood up suddenly, and asked angrily, "Who are you?"
Han Jue walked around the medicine cauldron and came to his side, smiling and said, "Don't be nervous, I am also a disciple of the Divine Palace. I just heard about your deeds and came to see you."
Qin Ling snorted coldly and said self-deprecatingly: "Want to come and see me, a mediocre genius who relies on elixirs?"
His aptitude was actually quite good, but looking at the Divine Palace, he was definitely at the bottom, as many disciples of his same age had already entered the Divine Realm.
His enemy was also a genius in Buddhism and had achieved Daluo ten thousand years ago.
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The gap between the two sides grew larger and larger, and Qin Ling felt extremely desperate every time he thought about it.
Can he really take revenge? Han Jue smiled and said, "Your talent is mediocre, but you are persistent. The powerful people in the world are all tenacious and persevering."
Qin Ling felt better and no longer had a sullen look on her face. She asked Han Jue to go to the stone table nearby to chat.
After the two sat down, Qin Ling asked curiously, "Brother, what is your name? Although there are countless disciples in the Divine Palace, there are not many who are as handsome as you, or even none."
The geniuses of the Divine Palace are all handsome and beautiful, the men look like banished immortals and the women look like celestial beings, but compared with the disciple in front of them, they all look like ordinary people.
Han Jue laughed and said, "My name is Liu Bei, I am just a shell."
Liu Bei?
Qin Ling thought to himself, never heard of it.
That means the other party is not a top genius! Thinking of this, Qin Ling relaxed. As long as the difference in qualifications is not big, they can be friends! He didn't think that Han Jue was not a disciple of the Divine Palace. The Divine Palace is a first-class destiny sect in the world. There is a saint on top. Who dares to sneak in and cause trouble?
The two began to chat, talking about everything from ancient legends to mundane matters of the mortal world.
Qin Ling became happier the more he talked. There were very few people who were so to his liking.
Most of the disciples in the Divine Palace only knew how to exchange their cultivation experiences or compare their cultivation levels. Few were like Liu Bei, who did not talk about cultivation but only about boring things.
A few hours later.
Han Jue smiled and said, "Do you want me to help you figure out why your pill failed?"
"Brother Liu also knows alchemy?"
“A little bit.”
"please!"
Qin Ling stood up immediately, looking forward to it.
Han Jue didn't understand alchemy, but his level of skill was there, so he quietly cast a spell, and the pill was quickly and successfully created.
It's that simple.
However, he cast a spell deliberately, with a series of mysterious gestures, which made Qin Ling exclaim in amazement.
After an incense stick of time, the Emperor Yuan Pill flew out of the medicine cauldron and fell into Qin Ling's hands.
Qin Ling's hands trembled as she murmured, "Such a rich Immortal Emperor spiritual energy, so powerful!"
Han Jue said proudly: "How is it? I am worthy of being called big brother!"
"I deserve it! I deserve it! Brother Liu! Big brother, please teach me!"
"This technique is not easy to pass on. It is not a technique that is passed down in the family."
It's unbearable, brothers! It's so cold this year. The temperature is about the same as in previous years, and there is no wind, but it's freezing. Why is it like this?
(End of this chapter)