Make a prince!
The Emperor's eyes were cold and he stared at Yuchanzi for a long time.
"I'm old and didn't hear you clearly. Could you please say it again?" "
"Your Majesty, please establish a crown prince!"
Not afraid of the pressure of the Emperor of Heaven, Yuchanzi bowed and said, "Your Majesty, Heaven cannot be without a king for a day, and I also consider the safety of the billions of living beings in the Divine Continent."
"This sounds familiar. Isn't it a mantra of the Butian Sect? When did Aiqing learn it?"
The Emperor of Heaven sneered, "Could it be that Aiqing secretly joined the Butian Sect?"
Yuchanzi was originally just a mortal. He relied on arduous chanting in the Taoist temple and finally passed the exam to become an immortal. Later, he gained the attention of the Emperor of Heaven and became a god in just two thousand years.
Such a humiliated minister actually favored the Butian Sect, which made the Emperor of Heaven even more angry!
Thief!
They are all traitors and traitors!
The Emperor of Heaven stared at Yuchanzi, and if he dared to contradict him again, he would try his best not to lose face and find an excuse to throw him into the sky prison.
Yang Xuan stepped out of the queue, stood in front of Yu Chanzi, and said, "Your Majesty once said that if you pass on the position of Emperor of Heaven to your mother, you should establish a prince early and have contact with the affairs of Heaven!"
Yu Chanzi breathed a sigh of relief. He sent out the petition and quickly returned to the queue of gods.
What follows is a battle between Qingyun Temple, Butian Sect and the Emperor of Heaven. However, the gods in the temple are optimistic about the former. After all, the strength gap between the two sides is too big.
The Emperor of Heaven said coldly: "Okay, since I said so, I will send your mother to heaven."
Yang Xuan said: "There are some things that are inconvenient to say. Ancestor, let go when it's time to let go, so as not to lose anything!"
If these words fall into the ears of the gods, they are a naked threat to life. You are probably the one who is not decent, so I will help you to be decent!
The Emperor's pupils shrank, but there was another meaning. The deliberately euphemistic word "ancestor" might very well touch on one of his most fundamental secrets.
"I'm tired today. Let's discuss the matter of establishing a prince some other time!"
"Congratulations to Your Majesty. "
The gods bowed and saluted. Neither side wanted to break up easily. This struggle must be long-lasting and could last for a hundred or eighty years.
Yang Xuan snorted coldly, turned into escaping light, and flew towards Taoshan.
After a while.
The light falls on the village at the foot of the mountain.
There are about 2,000 people in the village, with the shaman temple in the center expanding to all directions.
When Yang Xuan's light fell, the middle-aged people, teenagers, and children in the village spoke one after another, some with reverence, some with humiliation, or some with childlike innocence.
"Father!"
"Father!"
"father……"
Yang Xuan nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Practice well and don't be lazy."
Many sons agreed in unison, and the middle-aged man urged the young man to pick up the child and go to the martial arts field to practice Qi and Blood martial arts.
The qi and blood of the Wu clan are innately powerful. Children who have just become sensible can condense their qi and blood, they can refine their acupoints as young as they are young, and they can perfect their acupoints in middle age.
Such a physical talent, but no spiritual roots.
According to the Witch God, spiritual roots are a unique talent of the human race and can sense spiritual energy in the world.
Every race in the world has its own uniqueness, such as the blood of the demon clan, the divine power of the witch clan, or the witch god once captured visitors from outside the world. They look like worms and have no intelligence themselves, but they can be placed in the minds of living beings and transform into complete human beings. Creatures.
"I don't know if I will have the opportunity in the future to travel to the heavens and see the true vastness of the world!"
Yang Xuan entered the witch temple, offered incense to his ancestor Wu Jumang, and came to the back hall to pay homage to his parents.
"Why is it so early today?"
Yang Jin was changed from Daheng Kyoto City God to Taoshan Mountain God. It seemed that his authority was reduced, but his rank was upgraded to the third level. He will have the opportunity to be canonized as a true god in the future.
Yang Xuan said: "Yu Chanzi brought up the matter of establishing a crown prince again, and your majesty became angry and left unhappy."
Yang Jin raised his eyebrows and said, "Yu Chanzi is famous as a thunderbolt. He is said to be the most gifted casual cultivator in the past ten thousand years. He is the model and leader of all casual cultivators in the world of immortality. How can he be so hard on His Majesty?"
It’s hard for monks to brainwash people, no matter how much heaven promotes Yu Chan
Everyone knows that he was promoted by the Emperor of Heaven and gained his current fame and status.
But it doesn't matter, all casual cultivators dream of becoming the next Jade Chanzi!
"Rogue cultivators, you don't have any position. It's just that your Majesty is old and has taken refuge in the Butian Sect in advance."
Yang Xuan said: "Yu Chanzi never imagined that His Majesty has the secret technique of bloodline that can pass down consciousness. It has been nearly six thousand years since he practiced it!"
Human immortals have a lifespan of five thousand years, and at that time Taizu Daheng was just a god-turned-celestial king.
Zhao Yao frowned: "Is this serious?"
Since hearing the news, Zhao Yao was so frightened that she almost gave birth to a demon inside her. Even though the high-level monks did not pay attention to the appearance of men and women, they still found it difficult to accept that their ancestors had extended their lives through borrowing money.
"God reminds me, there can be no mistake. "
Yang Xuan said in a deep voice: "If third brother hadn't received the destiny, it would probably have been taken over by the Emperor of Heaven. Then his wishes would come true, and we would have no power to resist!"
"When will the Emperor of Heaven be asked to abdicate?"
Yang Jin urged him repeatedly. It was hard for him to imagine that one day his wife would suddenly turn into an old man.
"wait."
Yang Xuan said: "Third brother asked us to be aggressive and try our best to make the Emperor of Heaven give birth to inner demons. When someone makes trouble in Heaven, the gods will take this as an opportunity to ask him to abdicate!"
Yang Jin relaxed slightly and said again.
"Xuan Yuan Zong has sent word that Ancestor Xuan Yu has passed away at the end of his life. I must go back to pay homage."
Hearing this, Yang Xuan said in a deep voice: "Father, mother, I will definitely find a way to extend my life. Not to mention three thousand years, I can live even ten thousand years!"
"Don't force it. I have lived for 1,500 years, which is better than 99% of the people in the world."
Yang Jin said: "I still remember back then, with the guidance of Patriarch Xuan Yi, I was lucky enough to be promoted to the Golden Elixir. And as the Patriarch said, if you don't like to chant sutras, it will be difficult to become a Nascent Soul!"
"It's a pity that I was young and didn't understand the importance of foundation. I secretly criticized my ancestor for being lazy and stingy!"
Yang Xuan had heard it a long time ago. Yang Jin still couldn't help but admire the story about ancestor Xuan Yi.
"What a pity that such a strange person is trapped in the golden elixir!"
…
Xuanyuan Mountain.
Thousands of miles around were covered by formation restrictions, and rays of light flew in and out, all of which were monks with mysterious auras.
The mountain god moved the temple to a branch to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.
Hebo, a nearby landowner, was even more respectful and asked the superiors to monitor him. They first passed the news to Xuanyuan Sect.
Who gave birth to the ancestor of the God of War!
Two thousand years ago, Xuanyuan Sect declined to only three or two big cats and kittens, and the inheritance was almost cut off. It was only after the creation of two golden elixirs that it was maintained. Among them, Patriarch Xuan Yu was promoted to Nascent Soul and Transformation God, and was ranked as the City God of Six Prefectures when he was in transformation!
With such strength, he is just an ordinary sect, and Heavenly Court is not even interested in taking a look at it.
Unexpectedly, the unknown Ancestor Xuan Yi actually taught a god of war father. Xuanyuan Sect immediately wiped the spiritual throne clean and invited Yang Jin to return to the sect to confirm the relationship.
In this way, it is impossible not to develop!
Even though the God of War never returned to Xuanyuan Sect, Yang Jin often came back and showed up, and everyone was in awe of him!
today.
Xuanyuanzong is completely covered in plain cloth.
The arms of the monks entering and exiting were wrapped in black gauze, indicating that a dignitary from the sect was enthroned.
Xuanyuan Hall.
One transformed god, three Nascent Souls, and dozens of golden elixirs sat cross-legged and recited the Feihua Feixian Sutra.
Xuan Yu sat cross-legged in front of him, his eyes closed and his breath dead. His body had been tempered for more than two thousand years and could remain indestructible for a thousand years after death.
Incense is burning, sutras are being chanted, and the atmosphere is very depressing.
A figure suddenly appeared next to the corpse. He bowed to Xuan Yu, who was sitting at the end of his life, and took out three incense sticks and offered them to him.
To this day, Zhou Yi still doesn't know whether the reincarnation technique succeeded or failed.
"Originally, I was not sure whether there was reincarnation in this world, but now I know that the origin of heaven and earth neither increases nor decreases. That touch of true spirit in the dark is naturally unique."
"Even if all memories disappear, the world
Similar flowers will also appear. "
Zhou Yi stood in the palace for a long time, and the days when he lived in seclusion in Xuanyuan Mountain were at a time when the Divine Continent was peaceful and peaceful. Perhaps there were strict heavenly rules, perhaps the heavenly courts were slightly oppressive, but they still tended to be cheerful and relaxed.
"I hope we can meet again in the future!" "
The light flashed and disappeared.
Yang Jin, who was sitting cross-legged in the front, sensed the fluctuation of mana, and his spiritual consciousness scanned without any breath. He looked up and saw three more special incense sticks on the incense table.
"It's probably the ancestor's legacy."
Yang Jin didn't take it seriously and continued to recite scriptures and pray for his ancestors.
…
Tianshan.
Xuantieguan.
Zhou Yi held the scripture in his hand and recited it for a moment, then stopped because he felt uneasy.
"Another old friend has passed away!"
"After all, human lifespan is limited. In the future, we will give away cows and ginseng dolls. We must find a reliable method of reincarnation beforehand. We can never go back to Jianmu!"
Jianmu is the pillar of heaven, and it is the foundation for reincarnation. His feet and luck are unparalleled, but he is also trapped in this world and it is difficult to get out.
Buzz!
Hunyuan Qinglian's hazy consciousness couldn't understand what Zhou Yi said, so she kept shaking and urging her to chant sutras.
"Okay, okay, let's continue..."
Zhou Yi calmed down his mind and continued to recite the classics.
In the past ten thousand years, too many people have been sent away. Besides, the sadness is quite pretentious, and it is also a lament that the world is like a cloud of smoke!
Even though he had worked hard during his lifetime, Shouyuan had tried everything in vain.
…
at the same time.
Tianchi.
The Emperor of Heaven was fishing alone, with no heavenly soldiers on his left or right, and his back looked very lonely.
Looking at the fish in the pond with cold eyes, unlike in the past when they fought for each other, all of them avoided the fishhook, as if biting it would cause great disaster.
"Okay, okay, how dare a bunch of little demons show mercy to me!"
The Emperor of Heaven shook the fishing rod, and the entire Tianchi Lake turned into ice, and all the creatures in the pond were frozen to death.
"I have been managing the Divine Continent conscientiously for three thousand years, and my merits can be said to be immeasurable. What's wrong with finding a descendant to serve as my successor? Those who do great things never talk about personal ethics!"
"What's more, I succeeded as Emperor of Heaven and avoided the turmoil in the Divine Continent. So what if such great merits are accompanied by small evils..."
The Emperor of Heaven murmured to himself and suddenly looked up at the sky.
"My immeasurable merits, you pretend not to see them, why do you help that big devil with endless karma?"
"In this world, even God is unfair!"
The Emperor of Heaven asked for a long time, but the sky was still clear and there was no response.
Such disregard made the Emperor of Heaven burst into anger, with cruelty flashing in his eyes. Since God didn't help him, why did he care about merit and karma? He simply sold this world!
"I originally wanted to be a good person and rule the Divine Continent forever, but you forced me to do so!"
…
Since Yuchanzi.
More and more true gods in heaven choose to join the Butian Sect.
The old fox, who has lived for at least a thousand years, doesn't care about his reputation. As long as he can guarantee his position and power, it is not impossible to change his dog to become the emperor.
Spring goes and autumn comes, and each year passes.
Nearly half of the true gods in heaven clearly supported Zhao Yao as the crown prince.
The other half of the true gods do not support the Emperor of Heaven, but the Jietian Sect, Buddhism, and the great sects worship the true gods. They have a long heritage and cannot make decisions as casually as casual cultivators.
Go to court every year.
The Emperor of Heaven looked at the two factions on the left and right in the palace, and he couldn't even get angry.
In the 3500th year of the Emperor's calendar, Master Butian gave another speech and shouted the slogan "Make the three religions great again."
The next day.
At the Lingxiao Palace, all the true gods jointly submitted a memorial, in order to commemorate the merits of the Three Immortals Sect, they should be freed from the Immortal Book System and can accept disciples at will.
"My dear friends have already made their decision, can I say no?"
The Emperor of Heaven stood up and glanced at the gods coldly.
"Heaven is ruined in your hands!"
…
Butian Sect.
Xuantieguan.
Zhou Yi stretched out his waist and counted with his fingers.
"More than a hundred years have passed, and my level has become higher. Time really flies by faster!"
"After working so hard for so long, it's time to celebrate."
Zhou Yi pinched the magic formula with his hand, and hundreds of restrictions fell, sealing the Hunyuan Qinglian, and immediately turned into a escaping light and left.
After a long time.
Qinglian shook slightly, touching the restrictions in all directions, as if testing something.
Until it was determined that touching the restriction would not call back the old man who chanted sutras, the lotus petals slowly opened, revealing a lotus platform in the middle, with a child sitting cross-legged on it.
He is three inches tall, wears a jade crown on his head, and wears a navy blue Taoist robe, just like Zhou Yi's dress.
The child slowly finished the exercise, stood up, kowtowed three times and bowed nine times to the empty futon, and said in a crisp voice.
"Poverty Qinglian, if you receive Master's teachings, you will be richly rewarded in the future!"
Qinglian stood up and pinched the magic formula with her hands. A gap opened in the void, and she stepped into it. No matter how mysterious the formation was, it could not seal the magical power of traveling through the void.
Just left.
Zhou Yi's figure appeared, waving his hand to take away the mature Hunyuan Qinglian.
"This one seems to have complete consciousness, and I don't know which reincarnation he is. There were golden immortals in this world, so there must be no shortage of ancient immortals and gods."
"God has placed such a big bargaining chip, which puts a lot of pressure on Pindao. If the patching of the sky really fails, Pindao sees that the situation is not good and runs away... I wonder what the consequences will be?"
Zhou Yi never believed that something could be successful 100% of the time, let alone the so-called son of destiny.
If Destiny was truly invincible, then the ancestors of the two Lich and Lich clans would not have been instigated by foreign enemies and both fell, allowing the Butian Sect to take advantage.
Zhou Yi's eyes were filled with divine light, and he kept calculating and deducing that this was a catastrophe in heaven.
"In the past two great catastrophes in heaven, they were all accidental and unintentional actions of poor Taoists, or they were framed by God. This time, they were promoted by themselves. There is an essential difference between the two, and some violate the bottom line of poor Taoists not to do evil!"
"However, even if Pindao refuses, various accidents will happen, and the result will not change."
"Is there any other way to speed up karma? If you can't kill the righteous gods of heaven again and again, then who would dare to become a god?"
Zhou Yi thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out.
The fastest way to accumulate karma is to kill living beings, and killing a righteous god with meritorious deeds and strong cultivation is worth hundreds of thousands of mortal beings.
"I hope nothing unexpected happens..."
The words are divided into two parts.
On the west side of the Tianshan Mountains, there is Mount Ming, thousands of miles away.
The void opened, and Qinglian walked out of it.
At this time, there are monks all over Miao Mountain, all casting spells to search for the inherited treasure.
There must be differences in the place where innate spiritual creatures grow. Over the past hundred years, countless monks have searched Miao Mountain and found nothing strange.
The majestic innate spiritual creature seems to have grown out of the soil!
Qinglian found a secluded place and was about to make a magic spell when she heard a playful voice.
"It's not in vain, Mr. Bai, I used the Heaven-cutting Technique, and as expected I met a treasure when I went out. It's three inches in size, fellow Taoist, and it's full of spiritual energy... It's perfect for making elixirs!"
