"Master invites you, but I would be disrespectful. When the storm calms down, I will make an appointment to go to Shaolin, talk about Buddhism and Taoism with the eminent monks, and study Zen together." Facing the invitation from Master Enlightenment, Su Ming's expression softened. Then he put his hands together and performed the Buddhist salute.
At the same time, a trace of fighting spirit flashed through the blood-free red eyes, "Pudu Cihang, this battle is not over yet, I will come to see you again in the future."
"The leader is so interested, the poor monk should accompany him."
After the words fell, Feng Wuya, who was thousands of miles away, received Su Ming's spiritual message. With a flick of his wings, the space seemed to turn into a paper lake at this moment. It was torn apart in an instant, and he came within a breath. In front of Kunlun Mountain.
"Everyone, farewell!" Su Ming stepped on the back of the golden-winged roc, said goodbye to the three of them, and then disappeared into the sea of clouds.
Seeing the golden-winged Dapeng with overwhelming aura but no evil aura, Taoist Xuanming's eyes lit up and he praised, "What a handsome golden-winged Dapeng. This Pudu Cihang is not simple. It is different from that of the past." His iron ruthlessness is exactly the same, and he doesn’t know where he came from.”
"The fortunes of the Great Zhou Dynasty are now declining, and it is on the verge of overthrowing. This time, even if the original Taoist Mingxuan and Tie Qingqing are reborn, they are unable to recover. After all, one person's power is limited. Even the world of cultivating immortals has experienced unprecedented turmoil, let alone Ordinary world." The old martial arts monk shook his head gently, his eyes full of compassion.
"Let's go, enter the Tongtian Palace first, and we will make a long-term plan."
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Go to the capital.
"How can the resentment of all people be so deep? What on earth has he done that is so outrageous?"
"No, Great Zhou's Luck Divine Dragon has also suffered a lot of damage. Take action quickly!"
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Dark resentment mixed with blood continues to spread on the Dragon of Luck. At this moment, the dragon's body is covered with scars, pits, and broken scales. Almost no intact part can be seen. Black energy is constantly seeping from the wounds, corroding the sea of clouds. .
With every breath, a massive amount of Great Zhou Qi is lost.
At this moment, many Yuanshen old monsters were awakened from seclusion. When they saw the overwhelming resentment gathered in the sky above the capital, their expressions changed drastically. There was so much resentment among the people that even the Luck Divine Dragon of Great Zhou was almost cut in half. What a horrific thing this is.
Without time to think too much, they quickly took action to stabilize the luck dragon's injuries and expel the resentment of the people from his body. However, the great Zhou lords over the world and has billions of people, how huge is the destiny he has gathered?
However, the current Great Zhou Luck is at its weakest.
When the rumor that Emperor Shenwu refined the human demon pill spread throughout the world, he was destined to lose the support of the people.
People's hearts are like water, and people's movements are like smoke.
Water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it.
At this moment, the people who had been massacred by the Xuanjing Division all showed their regrets, and negative emotions such as hatred, murderous intent, and anger were intertwined, forming a huge amount of resentment.
Not only that, but the people in every state, county, and county in the world who had been exploited by corrupt officials and had their families destroyed and their families destroyed were even more rebellious.
When the dragon spirit declines, grass appears.
In almost a few breaths, on the land of Kyushu, unformed grassy fortunes are sprouting and lurking, until the smoke of war breaks out and the world changes, they will turn into dragons and split the soil, separatist rule.
At this moment, the seemingly tyrannical Great Zhou Luck Dragon seems to have become an empty frame, unable to resist the erosion of the people's resentment.
In the Hall of Cultivation of the Heart, Emperor Shenwu was lying on the dragon couch, with an old face full of gray and lifeless, and even his breathing became very weak, as if he was going to die at any time.
Outside the Yangxin Hall, Prince Li Xian and King Qi Li Nian came one after another. They looked sad and extremely sad. Under the instructions of the guards, the two people passed through the outer hall and came to the inner hall.
When Li Xian saw the dying Emperor Shenwu on the couch, his heart skipped a beat, and he was filled with infinite ecstasy. But on the surface, they still looked as if they were mourning for their heirs, and their expressions were gloomy. In fact, they were already happy in their hearts.
After enduring it for so long, this old guy finally couldn't stand it any longer.
But he just felt happy for a few breaths and then calmed down. It was not the time to be happy yet. He had seen this kind of drama no less than ten times in his decades as a prince, and he was already familiar with it.
If he hadn't been cautious by nature, he would have been dethroned as prince.
Although the situation this time seemed more serious than before, he still did not relax.
Li Nian, who was standing next to him, was not very excited. Even though he wanted this old guy to die, it was not the time for him to die yet.
Therefore, Li Nian hoped that this old thing could last for a while and give him a chance to breathe and arrange things.
"My son, please see your mother." The two brothers saluted Queen Chen who was guarding the dragon bed.
Seeing the two of them, Queen Chen's eyes lingered on them for a moment, then she looked back and waved her hand casually, "Get up."
In fact, she had thought more than once about secretly contacting Li Nian to take control of the palace, isolate the inside and outside, and take over the throne. Although Emperor Shenwu has purged the harem and imperial army many times.
However, with the help of the Chen family, Li Nian still controlled a small part of the imperial army and bribed many palace people. With the help of the queen, Li Nian still had a great chance of succeeding.
However, the premise of all this is based on the death of Emperor Shenwu.
Until the old emperor dies, no one dares to move. Even if he is unconscious now, no one dares to cause trouble. This is the majesty of the emperor who has been in power for more than sixty years. This majesty has long been imprinted on each of them. Deep in the soul.
The atmosphere began to solidify instantly. Several people present had their own secrets, but no one dared to act rashly. In the end, it was Crown Prince Li Xian who spoke first, "Queen Mother, how is your father's condition?"
"Your father's body is still the same. Everything depends on God's will." Queen Chen glanced at Li Nian without any trace and said slowly.
"You should go back to the palace and wait. If His Majesty wakes up, I will inform you. The most important thing now is to stabilize the court, and the ministers below also need to be comforted."
"The harem is not allowed to interfere in politics, so we have to rely on your brothers for this matter. Don't let your father down."
"I understand." Li Xian and Li Nian looked at each other and replied in unison.
"Okay, you go back first. It's enough that I and the steward are here." A look of exhaustion appeared on Queen Chen's eyebrows, and she waved her hand to signal them to leave.
"My son, please retire!"
After they left, Empress Chen sat in front of the dragon couch, her eyes resting on the gray face of Emperor Shenwu, and she sighed softly, "Eunuch Cao, what's going on outside now? Is martial law in the capital?"
"Go back to your Majesty, not long after His Majesty fell into coma, my servants mobilized troops to enforce martial law inside and outside the city. You can rest assured." In the dark corner, Cao Yuchen revealed his figure and replied slowly.
"My father-in-law is interested."
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In a deep mountain outside southern Xinjiang, a figure fell from a high altitude, breaking countless trees, and finally landed in a deep pit, startling birds.
"Ahem..."
I don't know how much time passed, Taoist Qingxu woke up slowly, slowly opened his eyes, and lay on the ground, not wanting to move. The radiance of the stars in the sky shone down from the sky, reflecting on his body, as if he was wearing a fairy dress of stars, shining brightly.
"It hurts." He grinned, the corners of his mouth twitching in pain.
"Finally escaped." Taoist Qingxu looked at the crescent moon in the sky and murmured to himself. The five soul monks of the sect came to the southern border together, but he was the only one to escape. How tragic this is.
Fortunately, he was a monk in the realm of the soul, and his body was washed by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. However, it was suddenly smashed down from the sky. Almost no bones in his body were intact. If he moved, he would fall apart, and the pain was extremely painful. . What is even more tragic is that there is not a drop of mana left in his body, it is empty, and his soul is also sluggish, and he cannot even use his spiritual thoughts.
Two hours later, Taoist Qingxu regained some strength. He put his right hand on the ground, sat up reluctantly, and looked around. This should be halfway up the mountain, with rugged rocks, towering ancient trees, and many sparse wild flowers blooming, and the fragrance is neither strong nor dull.
Although the soul and magic power could not be used, the haze that had been shrouding their hearts had dissipated. Looking at the bright starry sky, he thought to himself that he should have left the scope of Southern Xinjiang, otherwise the devil would have caught up with him long ago. .
In the distance, there is a dark forest shrouded in the night, silent and without any sound.
After looking at Heilin for a few times, Taoist Qingxu couldn't help but feel a chill on his back and a chill in his heart, as if Heilin had become a monster with its mouth wide open, waiting to bite people.
At this moment, his mana was gone, his body was seriously injured, and his soul was damaged. He was not even as good as a mortal. Compared to his peak strength, he was like an ant. Facing the seemingly dangerous Black Forest, he naturally felt fear in his heart. Emotions.
"First Evolution"
Fortunately, he reacted quickly and eliminated all the negative emotions in his heart. Once he changed from a Yuanshen monk to an ordinary person, this lack of power caused a huge psychological gap in him, so his state of mind was somewhat unbalanced.
However, he is a swordsman who would rather break than bend. When he faced the devil, he never thought of escaping. If it weren't for the Master's mark, he would have died on the battlefield in southern Xinjiang.
Thinking of this, he felt remorse again in his heart. If he hadn't been swayed by the devil from the beginning and trapped by the magic weapon, several of his uncles would not have died.
Taoist Qingxu held the magic sword in his hand tightly, and his joints were a little white. He took a long breath and suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart. The top priority now is to recover his magic power quickly, return to Kunlun as soon as possible, and report to the master about the southern border. thing.
"Huh~"
He took a long breath, meditated on the spot, put the magic sword on his knees, raised his five hearts to the sky, and slowly moved the Tao Kung Fu. As he continued to move around the sky, the thin spiritual energy scattered in the forest continued to pour into his body. Repair his physical body and restore his injuries.
However, above Taoist Qingxu's soul, a dark shadow flashed away and quickly disappeared into the sea of consciousness.
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Above the void, Su Ming stood on top of the golden-winged roc, lost in thought. With the help of the formless demon, he was not surprised that the inner demon had the home field advantage in the southern border and defeated the five soul monks.
Since the great change in the world, Yuan Shen monks have appeared one after another. Almost all the top sects have Yuan Shen monks. For a Taoist leader like Kunlun, five Yuan Shen monks are nothing.
However, now Master Xuanming has summoned the three sects of Buddhism, Taoism and Demons to deal with the inner demons. When the three sects gather together, no force in the world can resist them.
However, if the inner demon wants Jin Chan to escape, he must pay a certain price, otherwise, the three sects will never believe it.
Thinking of this, Su Ming frowned slightly. At the same time, in his sea of consciousness, a dark dragon of luck roared continuously with resentment.
On its dragon body, a Tathagata is emitting Buddha light and purifying resentments.
"The resentment of all people." Su Ming frowned even more when he noticed the tyrannical resentment on the Divine Dragon of Luck.
I only have a very small part of the Great Zhou Luck in my body, but if my resentment is so strong, wouldn't the dragon of luck in the capital be in trouble?
"What a troubled time."
The resentment of the people is rising again, and something must have happened in the court. Maybe the old emperor has done something wrong again, which led to this situation.
Recalling the extremely old Shenwu Emperor who was refining the human magic elixir in private, Su Ming thought silently in his heart, you must not die too early.
If the old emperor dies, there will definitely be another turmoil in the Zhou Dynasty. The prince and the king of Qi will definitely fight for that position, even without hesitation to use troops.
This big drama is destined to change the structure of the court, and what I have to do is to get the maximum benefit from it.
At this time, he suddenly remembered that the public resentment had reached this level, which showed how unpopular Dazhou was. If the central government was in chaos, its control over the local area would definitely weaken.
When the time comes, dragons and snakes rise, grass pythons rise, and the world will fall into war and fall apart. Isn't this the background of A Chinese Ghost Story?
Thinking of this, Su Ming was a little bit dumbfounded. Sure enough, even if he didn't bring trouble to Chao Gang, Dazhou still reached this point after all.
Monsters and ghosts are everywhere, the world is in chaos, and the world is going to be filthy again.
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Outside Yongning City, after Tang Mingzhao absorbed the medicinal power of the Blood Lotus Seeds, Lan Yan took him and the secret guards of the Xuanjing Division back to the Demon Sect.
Not long after, the news that the Emperor of the Zhou Dynasty massacred the city to refine the human magic pill spread like wildfire. For a moment, the world was in an uproar. Some monks responded indifferently, some sighed, and some were angry and wanted to eliminate harm for the people... ····
Not long after, the news quickly spread from the world of immortality to the secular world.
Once the news came out, coupled with the body of the secret guard of Xuanjing Division released by the Demon Cult, and the testimony of Tang Mingzhao, the governor of Yongning City, there were all the witnesses and physical evidence, so they couldn't help but not believe it.
But at this time, the aristocratic families who should have cooperated with the government to refute the rumors fell silent, massacring a whole city of people just to extend their lifespan. Such an emperor had never been seen in history, and was the first of its kind.
Even if they have interests tied to the imperial court, such an emperor makes them feel cold.
As a result, many aristocratic families gradually became rebellious. Under such circumstances, the fortune of the Great Zhou Dynasty declined even more, and the grasslands in various places also absorbed many of the fortunes lost by the Great Zhou Dynasty, and gradually began to emerge.
