It forces the common people into a state of unprecedented despair, and in this despair, they watch people fighting, betraying, killing, cannibalizing each other, and killing each other, just to survive, and then use this most extreme and cruel emotion.

Among them, waiting to give birth to the most brilliant and magnificent spirit of bravery, protecting the Tao with one's body, and dying to save lives.

Immediately he swallowed up this bravery and magnificence, and became a saint in armor.

The young Taoist was the direct descendant of the Supreme Being, and he understood this path almost instantly.

It is similar to the principle of human luck.

Using the despair of the people as weapons, the magnificence and bravery of the people as armor, and then holding on to despair and wearing bravery, let the soul that has reached the limit take another step and forcibly uplift its own foundation, which is equivalent to swallowing up

The blazing light of the soul that countless people burst out in despair in order to achieve a breakthrough.

The heart is the nature and the soul.

It is a ritual used to break through advanced levels.

He was quiet for a while, not speaking, and didn't want to think about anything in his mind.

Rather than anger, for some reason, what rose up in the young man's heart was actually absurd and unreal. How could it be so absurd? It was so absurd that the young man almost laughed. He stood up and broke a stick.

The branch, with a slight movement of the wrist, pierced the ground easily, and then slowly wrote.

Human Emperor.

Great Sage.

Great Emperor.

All three names are magnificent.

The Human Emperor, he demands power, he wants to sit on a high position that is the highest in the world, even if the emperor comes, he can't do anything about it, order the common people, and then let the compatriots kneel at his feet and offer their own flesh and blood.

The great sage must rely on the majestic heroism born from the extreme tragedy of the common people to reach higher and become a saint by wearing armor.

That great emperor wants to make the world turbid, and then he himself will destroy evil and obstacles, and go one step further to achieve the Supreme Being.

They are all people with far-reaching goals and firm minds.

But what about us?

The young man looked at these three names quietly. These three names were as majestic as heaven and earth. The joys, sorrows and joys of ordinary people were worthless under their shadow. After some kind of deal was reached, this

Massacre, once an agreement made with heaven in ancient times to protect the weak, has now become a prerequisite for massacre.

What are we...

Aren’t we human? Don’t we feel pain?

Don’t we have flesh and blood?

The young man stood there quietly, then sat down towards the back, leaning against the plum blossom tree, with his eyes lowered. When the wind blew by, the whole town was quiet, and one could hear the dog raised by someone who knew which family.

He was shouting, and then there was a series of barks, someone's yelling and scolding, and the dog's whimpering.

The sixteen-year-old young man still has a peaceful mind.

But I don't know why, but I still can't close my eyes and rest.

Although he was calm, there seemed to be an unspeakable emotion stirring in his heart, which made him feel uncomfortable.

What did we do wrong?

The young man thought.

We live very hard, live very hard, and we do not harm anyone.

Why do we have to encounter these things?

The young Taoist just looked at the three names. Unknowingly, the night had passed. There were countless thoughts rising and falling in his mind. The night dew wetted the young man's sleeves. The sun rose again in the sky, and the warmth of the morning gradually awakened the whole world.

In the town, the young Taoist's eyes were quiet, and the tips of his hair were wet. He took a breath, stood up, and lifted the branch in his hand.

Sweep violently.

The emperor's name was swept across in an instant.

Then he watched the Great Sage, the Human Emperor, and the young Taoist sweep the branches in their hands quietly but firmly over these two names.

Then he threw the branch to one side, walked over the two names, stepped on the two names with the soles of his simple shoes, stepped on them, and then wiped them off casually, still feeling calm in his heart.

In the distant future, in the legend that is no longer known, everyone marvels at the killing and determination of the demon. They wonder how this warrior who was born in the acquired human race can be so arrogant.

The fierce and determined murderous intent, what kind of encounter can turn a sheep into a beast that bites the world with its claws.

They didn't know that the god of death, who wore an iron-like cyan mask and had cold and calm eyes, commanded the north, swept the world with a sword, and frightened the six realms, at the very beginning.

He was just a little kid who lost everything and sat alone in the yard in a daze.

The young boy patted his cheek, brought a wooden bucket and filled it with cold well water, and then washed his face. The coldness stimulated his cheeks and nerves, making him sober all of a sudden. The ripples in the basin slowly rippled.

Slowly calming down, Qi Wuhuo's face was reflected, and he still looked like a young man between his brows.

He was nine years old when he fled.

He is only sixteen years old now.

"call!"

The young Taoist closed his eyes, threw away all the complicated things in his heart, exhaled, then washed vegetables, cooked as usual, and then read some files. When he left Zhongzhou Fucheng, he went to the Mingzhen Taoist League

There, I borrowed a lot of books, and now I still need to improve my knowledge. It was not until the rice was cooked that the little peacock slowly woke up.

It's just that the little peacock seems to have eaten very little today.

The young Taoist was surprised and curious, and asked, "What's wrong? You've eaten so little today?"

"Are you in a bad mood? Wonton?"

The little peacock Qi Yuntun blinked his eyes in confusion, and then said with great curiosity: "I don't know why..."

The young Taoist and Qi Yuntun were both stunned.

The little peacock subconsciously touched his throat.

This time it was not a spiritual voice transmission, but it was spoken directly. Although the voice was childish, it was not the kind of chaotic shouting.

"ah?!!"

"Azi Azi!"

"I can speak now, I can speak now!"

"I can talk!!!"

After being surprised at the beginning, the little peacock immediately became happy, flapped its wings, and flew around in the air. Its feathers shed bursts of blazing golden light, and then landed on Qi Wuhuo's shoulder, rubbing against the boy hard.

People's cheeks and happy feathers are trembling, and then they are flying around, eager to tell the whole world this great news!

But still no appetite.

"I do not know why either."

"It seems...while sleeping?"

The little peacock was puzzled: "When I was sleeping, I seemed to have been eating, and now I am very full. I am not hungry at all!" It patted its belly, but in fact it was not bulging at all.

, but the little peacock was not only full, but also very sleepy. After playing with the young Taoist for a while, he ran to sleep again.

Xiao Yaoling, on the other hand, simply didn't wake up and fell asleep soundly on the young Taoist's pillow with his limbs spread out.

It's hard to trust this place.

The young Taoist watched them quietly operating their own [Qi]. The plainness and all-embracing Qi of the First Ancestral Qi, and the carrying of everything by the Qi of the Earth, were running in his body at the same time. However, although these two ancient Qi never appeared to each other.

They are tit-for-tat, but they are unable to converge. You run yours, and I run mine.

They all have extremely long-lasting and high recovery properties.

The young Taoist felt that Yuanshizu Qi was the movement of pure Qi.

And the energy of the earth is still subtly improving the young Taoist's physical fitness, and the feeling is very clear.

The damage to the foundation gradually begins to recover during the operation of these two qi.

The next step is to go to Jinzhou.

To figure everything out.

He also helped the old Dragon King Ao Liu return the magic weapon he borrowed to his niece.

It is imperative for the young Taoist to go to Jinzhou, but before that, he has to make elixirs and teach the Dharma, and explain everything about Helian Mountain clearly. Moreover, it seems that the empress Yuanying Yuanjun still has to wait and see whether he can understand it.

To some extent, one's Qi has been taught, but if one doesn't work hard, it won't work.

The young Taoist's eyes were slightly closed, his state of mind returned to calmness, and the two strands of Qi slowly circulated in his body.

The young man felt at peace, but the emotion seemed to still be in his heart.

……………………

The hilt of the sword is loosened.

The sword fell from his hand.
To be continued...