After coming to Jiuzhou World and getting to know Master Wang, Shen Gongbao understood that this world was good at talking.
In other words, pointing fingers from the moral high ground.
This can be said to be the old skill of Chan's disciples, and he is very skilled in it.
Faced with the scolding from Emperor Shen, Shen Gongbao smiled calmly and calmly cited scriptures and said: "To accept the country's filth is to be called the ruler of the country; to accept the country's misfortune is to be the king of the world."
"Your Majesty wants to unify the nine continents. This is both a source of great blessing and a great disaster."
"Pindao is going to bring down the calamity for Your Majesty today. He didn't use his fists to get it. It was actually the will of God and man."
Emperor Zhuan sneered and sneered again and again: "What a shameless Taoist, I have seen it, but I want to see today, how can you avoid disaster?"
"I am the great emperor, respected by all nine continents. No disaster can come, no calamity dares to happen!"
The emperor in the dragon robe is majestic, his eyes are like lightning, and he seems to be able to see through people's hearts. His words shake the sky, and the destiny of the Chinese land of China is rolling, and the towering peaks and winding rivers emerge.
The human emperor's luck is surrounded by the protection of hundreds of gods, the blessings of all spirits, and the canopy of saintly virtue slowly falls. In this world of practice, the emperor holds the constitution of heaven in his mouth, controls the luck, and entrusts all gods with edicts.
"The Emperor's Dragon Court... no, is it the Heavenly Court?"
Shen Gongbao narrowed his eyes and looked at this scene thoughtfully.
Not like the Emperor of Heaven, but heading directly towards the path of the Emperor of Heaven.
A hundred thousand years ago, heaven existed in all the nine continents in the world, but later it collapsed and three religions and hundreds of schools rose up.
"Emperor Zhuan, are you still sitting on the Spring and Autumn Dream of the Emperor of Heaven?"
Suddenly, an ethereal laughter sounded, and a woman with a figure like the moon and as cold as frost appeared on the horizon. She was also the queen, wearing a crown of heaven and wearing the imperial uniform of the demon clan.
The last earthly immortal saint, the Demon King, arrived belatedly.
Facing his old rival for many years, Emperor Zhuan was calm and steady, as if everything was under his control. He just said calmly: "Future emperors, who doesn't want to rebuild the glory of heaven."
"Demon Emperor, don't you have this intention?"
The Demon King smiled lightly: "That's what I have in mind, can those three old guys agree?"
The emperor is so talented and strategic, how could he not yearn for the heaven that once ruled all the stars and rivers in the world, and dream of being the emperor in heaven?
However, their resistance is not one, but two. As the three religions and hundreds of schools that overthrew the Heaven, how could they allow the second Heaven to be born.
This is the conflict between the earthly immortals and saints, and it is also the battle between the great ways.
In Dongsheng Shenzhou, on the top of a towering mountain, sat a Taoist priest wearing a white robe, with white hair and white eyebrows, but still full of energy.
"Human Emperor, Demon Emperor..."
Looking at this scene in Zhuxian Town, Daozu shook his head and sighed. After fighting for a hundred thousand years, he finally failed to reach a result and no one could convince anyone.
In Hezhou, Xiniu, a middle-aged monk is walking on the earth. He is tall and straight, with broad shoulders and thin waist. Although he is not handsome, his face is gentle and calm, giving people a sense of intimacy. The sunlight shines through the leaves on his broad forehead. The cassock was sparkling.
Buddha also glanced at Zhu Xianzhen, clasped his hands together, and pronounced the Buddha's name: "All living beings suffer."
The war broke out and the nine continents were in chaos, just like half of the heaven collapsed, blood flowed into rivers, and corpses piled up like mountains.
They have been in a stalemate for a hundred thousand years, just trying to find a compromise to unify the world in a less bloody way.
The high-level monks fought back and forth, but only a few people died, and the mortals below were about to suffer.
The saints of the three religions have always tried to avoid the tragedy of gods fighting and mortals suffering.
"Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain."
In an academy in the center of Nanzhan Buzhou, the old master looked at the sky and sighed: "Perhaps, today is an opportunity."
In the past, the five saints checked each other and could not break the chess game. Now there is one more, or even two earthly immortal saints.
So, can the pattern of Jiuzhou in the world change?
"I act as the supreme master and control the Liuhe. I use the blow to whip the world, and I am powerful all over the world."
Emperor Zhuan stood with his hands behind his back and said proudly: "What are you afraid of? Taoist, you and the Demon Emperor come up together. Let's compete today."
The human emperor's destiny soared into the sky, and he saw the sun, moon and stars emerging, mountains and rivers intertwined with the earth, and dragon auras flourishing and evolving. The great dragon roared forward, its golden scales flashing with dazzling light, which was dizzying for the eyes.
The Demon Emperor's eyes shrank, and he hadn't seen him for five thousand years. Emperor Zhuan became a little stronger, and he didn't know if he was close to the realm of the former Heavenly Emperor.
"What your Majesty holds is nothing but the Holy Deer of Luck."
A green fairy sword appeared in Shen Gongbao's hand, and he smiled calmly and said: "Don't you hear that in the end of the Dharma era, the holy way does not exist, and under the way of killing, the way of heaven collapses!"
"I have a sword that is destined to be used by your Majesty."
As calamity evolves, decline and difficulty emerge; blessings and disasters depend on each other, including natural and man-made disasters.
Shen Gongbao has also been a Taoist king of the first realm. His mastery of luck has reached the realm of destiny. He swung out a green sword energy, which was as powerful as breaking a bamboo, disintegrating luck like a butcher unloading an ox.
Natural disasters are coming, and there is no way to avoid them. It seems destined to be the end of the road.
Even more frightening is the majestic green sword energy soaring into the sky, transforming into a scene of disaster and slaying the immortal, which immediately brings bad luck to Zhuxian Town.
Mr. Wang took the first step to become a saint, which made the layout of Zhuxian Town unstable. The appearance of a moral saint was naturally useless in the age of the end of the Dharma, causing the seal to loosen slightly.
In an instant, the green-rust bronze sword under the south bank of the stone bridge resonated, as if it was about to fly into Shen Gongbao's palm and become one with Zhu Xian.
A kind of great road collapses, all dharma is scattered, the holy virtues no longer exist, and the aura of the end of all things disperses, making the emperor's luck and holy virtues disperse like clouds, just like the warm spring sun melting ice and snow little by little.
"The end of luck, the end of law..."
Emperor Zhuan looked solemn. He claimed to be the Supreme. He beat and whipped the world. He was powerful in the world, suppressed the eight wastelands, and wanted to be the only human emperor in Jiuzhou.
Although cruel, he has holiness.
Because everything he did was a great achievement and contributed to the generations of the human race.
However, for a self-centered emperor, you can praise him for his merits and holiness, but you cannot describe him as moral.
Because, to the emperor, this thing of morality is useless.
An emperor with great achievements never sticks to trivial matters.
Anyone can be a moral saint, but emperors are not, because they are born political creatures.
Seeing that Zhu Xian's sword was about to hit the Emperor, the Demon Emperor's eyes lit up, and he immediately added insult to injury, and immediately took action, not wanting to miss this once-in-a-millennium opportunity.
A bright moon appeared, illuminating the earth, just like the lunar star in the sky, trying to kill Emperor Zhuan alive.
Shen Gongbao's eyes moved, and with a wave of his Taoist robe, countless golden elixirs of the big sun flew out, evolving into rounds of small suns, competing with the taiyin, and repelling the moon treasure wheel.
The Demon King's body trembled, and a hint of paleness appeared on his beautiful face.
"I invite the Demon Emperor and the Human Emperor to sit quietly."
The Taoist in black was wielding his sword and waving his robe. His expression was free and easy, but he did not allow others to refuse and said, "Listen to what Pindao has to say."
For a moment, the heaven and earth were silent, and the emperor was silent.
(End of chapter)
