I am immortal

Except for the little prince who was sleeping drowsily at the moment, the other princes also looked up and down at the man wearing the old man's mask in front of him. The prince only felt a sense of awe-inspiring danger, like a cold wind blowing on his face, lingering, slightly. Frowning, he pulled his sleeping brother a little harder.

The fourth prince felt relaxed and happy as if seeing a famous person in the field. He smiled and nodded and said, "I'm Li Hui."

"I've met this gentleman."

The seventh prince's eyes were slightly bright, and he was holding an exquisite teapot in one hand, pouring tea into his cup, then leaning back to drink tea as if drinking wine, he laughed and said: "Mr. Qi seems to be a man who can fight and kill enemies. I think there is quite a lot of people outside here." It’s spacious, how about we go out and compete?”

"Are you going to use a gun or an axe?"

Qi Wuhuo took all these princes into his eyes, his expression calm under the mask.

But he didn't expect that the emperor's sons who had become popular would actually come.

After all, the land of Zhongzhou is really good. These princes will come here to get together before going to the capital?

Or maybe it was because that sword destroyed the prince's luck.

The East Palace lost its owner, and the luck among the princes affected each other, so it attracted the other princes to come. It was the so-called luck pattern of [a python swallowing a dragon]. The young Taoist narrowed his eyes, suppressed his curiosity, and just remained peaceful. He replied: "I am just here to answer your doubts, but there are a few of you. Who wants to ask first?"

The fourth prince smiled slightly and said: "That's true. I don't have any intention of asking before I go down."

"Seeing your magnanimity, I have something to ask you."

"The rules of the Mingzhen Taoist Alliance here are that the law cannot be passed on to the six ears, so when solving doubts, we have to be alone, right?"

The Seventh Prince raised his thick eyebrows and said instinctively: "When the two of you are alone, this thing is very suitable for you to start."

"Killing any one of us can directly stir up the flames of the Taoist Alliance and the court."

"Then the gap between the court and the sect can be opened up."

"If there's a fight inside, the demon kingdom outside will definitely come in and cause trouble."

Immediately, the atmosphere became tense, so he took a sip of tea, scratched his head, and laughed loudly: "I said the wrong thing, hahaha. I am always in that shabby place at the border. When I have nothing to do, I like to listen to those rough words." Men talk nonsense, those people like to talk about state affairs after drinking three ounces of wine, look at me like this, they will lead me astray."

"Oh, of course I can trust the Taoist Alliance's thousand-year reputation."

"In this case, I will be the first to ask."

The Seventh Prince stood up, and it was only at this moment that he could see that he was extremely tall, more than eight feet tall, with extremely broad shoulders, and thick and messy eyebrows. He cupped his hands with a smile. There was the Taoist Alliance's quiet room on one side, but just two When the people were about to pass, the prince smiled lightly and said: "My cousin praised this place highly, and I believe in the Taoist Alliance."

"I'd better do it first."

"Hahaha, since the eldest brother wants to be the first to come, then naturally the younger brother cannot compete with him."

The seventh prince sat down faster than he stood up.

He smiled honestly.

The prince's face was slightly stiff, and he took his younger brother in with him on the pretense that he was still sleeping peacefully. When he entered, he saw that the man who called himself Mr. Qi had already sat down. The place was decorated with deep spiritual light, which was most suitable for quiet meditation and questioning, but It also brings out the ancient demeanor of the man in gray clothes, with a faint feeling of coldness.

The handsome man smiled and said: "My brother is young and has not woken up yet. I hope Mr. Qi will not blame him."

Qi Wuhuo replied: "It doesn't matter."

The sword box has been shortened to about one foot long and hidden in a hidden bag.

The Killing Thief Sword seems to have gained some spirituality at this moment.

The previous aura was strong, but it could only be released and could not be restrained.

After the Taoist Lord kowtowed three times, he turned from being as strong as a raging fire into being able to release and retract calmly.

The young Taoist knocked on the sword box slightly and narrowed his eyes slightly. With the help of the power of the sword, he could clearly see the prince's luck beam. It seemed to have been covered by a secret method, and it was no longer conspicuous. But Qi Wu Huo looked at the sleeping little prince and recalled the fortune teller's method and Yun Qin's method of avoiding disasters.

But one can see that there is some kind of luck in this young man that is being swallowed up by the prince.

The young Taoist made some calculations with his drooping fingers and figured out that this is a very standard luck situation recorded in the classics——

[Python swallows dragon].

The fate of the prince was cut off, just like a dragon whose horns were cut off and a python retreated. In order not to die immediately, he had to swallow the dragon to maintain himself.

It's just that the way of the Human Emperor is, after all, a way of cultivating both life and life.

It would be better if the person who was devouring the luck of such a crazy devouring blood relative had the foundation of cultivation. Now this young prince obviously does not have that kind of cultivation. Under the reckless devouring of the person closest to him, he fell into a deep state. In a long coma.

Although it won't harm your life.

But it will cut off the upper limit of cultivating Qi Luck in the future.

Even if he is so crazy, it is impossible for the prince's luck to be restored.

The prince didn't intend to ask anything.

The first person to come here was just to suppress his younger brothers in everything.

Just casual chatting, talking about something high-sounding but very superficial.

Qi Wuhuo saw the prince's crazy behavior of devouring his young brother's luck, but he no longer had any intention of using the sword. His eyes saw that the prince was always holding a white jade ring in his hand, turning it slightly, and there was a strong luck in it. Qi Wuhuo thought thoughtfully as he recalled the humanitarian classics he had read during this period.

Humanity's destiny is to gather the souls of all peoples into oneself, and then control the energy of all peoples to fight.

Either kill or protect.

The power of one person can equal the power of ten thousand people.

Therefore, it is extremely large and tyrannical.

Previously, Qi Wuhuo was a little curious as to how this human luck condensed the soul and vitality into himself. Now that he saw the ring finger in the prince's hand that was wrapped with extremely rich luck, he suddenly had a guess. , the soul and vitality of all people must be extremely mixed. If they are condensed in one person, just like taking poison, they will be backlashed and affected, and they will gradually lose themselves.

Therefore, these forces must be condensed outside. At the moment, it seems that they may not be directly gathered on the [Weapon of Humanity] in the end and turned into the [Humanity Luck] against [Qi].

In other words, the prince's jade seal has been broken?

The young Taoist looked at the prince who was talking and laughing calmly, and could already deduce the huge storm he would bring when he returned to the capital.

That human emperor, today’s saint.

What I long for is the feeling that everything is under my control.

The sword fell down, but the prince was deposed, and the prince who lost his luck and status also swallowed up the luck of the youngest prince.

In this way, the sword is useless.

The last shadow that needs to be protected by the sword will no longer be able to give birth to the next generation of the Human Emperor.

Emperor, I don’t know if I still like Pindao’s sword, which destroyed your layout fifty years later?

However, it's not so much a game of chess.

It's not that this sword directly changed the future that the emperor had planned in his heart. The perfect chess game in the name of [Emperor Wen] directly flipped the table, causing the chess pieces to scatter on the ground with a crisp sound.

It was because of the loss in the process of devouring luck and the disintegration of the prince's own luck. After all, it was the flow of human luck that escaped. Qi Wuhuo didn't care about it at first, but unknowingly, these qi The aura of luck had spread throughout the room. He put the thieves-killing sword into his sleeve and robe and whistled slightly, as if he could no longer hold it back.

Qi Wuhuo was chatting with the prince about the way of cultivation and what he had seen and heard, and his voice paused slightly.

It seems that this thing cannot carry the prince's luck. If he consumes this luck in vain, is he going to maintain his superficial state?

He also really values ​​​​the position of the prince.

However, from the close observation of this incense stick, Qi Wuhuo had a vague guess in his mind - the weapon of humanity, and the changes in his own soul brought about by his experience as an official in the imperial court, the two combined One, could it be the core method of controlling [Humanity Luck]?

The prince's luck was strong, but it was cut off again, and he was still devouring his brother's luck.

Therefore, Qi Wuhuo could easily 'see' the changes in the prince's luck.

Based on the records in humane classics, some truth was gradually deduced.

From ancient times to the present, no one has had the opportunity to observe the flow of human nature in this way.

This is equivalent to directly deposing a prince and a prince to show him the flow of luck of the human emperor and teach him what human luck is.

Anyone who is not stupid will understand through direct observation like this.

The young Taoist said to himself, is this a heroic [weapon·quantity]?

Then there’s the curiosity – can I?

In Huang Liang's dream, there was also a change in the soul. Isn't it similar to this experience in the human world?

He suddenly thought of the words written in Daojun's book, which said that since you have cultivated Taoism, you must have a long-term vision.

If you have a high vision and an open mind, you will know that there is nothing in these three thousand worlds that I cannot do.

The young Taoist thought to himself, 'The so-called supernatural powers are things that ordinary people dare not think about, and are things that ordinary people cannot do. ’

Since it is said that the experience of being an official in the court will cause certain changes in the soul, and coupled with the weapon of humanity, one can control the charm of humanity, then who says that Huang Liang's experience in a dream cannot? Why not give it a try?

Qi Wuhuo raised his right hand slightly and held down the sword box. A wisp of innate energy came into contact with the Thieves Killing Sword in the sword box.

The sound of the sword is long.

Sitting upright with a straight face, eyes slightly closed.

By leveraging the hidden memories in the soul, the breath changed for a long time.

The prince hugged his sleeping brother affectionately and said with a smile: "All the people are suffering. If a practitioner like Mr. can enter my court, then he can use his supernatural power to benefit the people. Why should our human race worry about not being able to become the leader of all the tribes in the world, and why should we worry about the people not being able to live and work in peace and contentment?"

He was talking eloquently, but suddenly he paused slightly.

Not sure if it was his imagination, but when he looked at the person in front of him, he suddenly felt that the man in front of him was not actually wearing a mask on his face.

Although he sounds young, he is actually an extremely old man.

He is old and heavy, and his power is unpredictable. He actually feels vaguely like when he met the prime minister of the dynasty. For some reason, he feels vaguely cramped and restricted. No... The prince made a judgment in his heart. This feeling is almost beyond... Faced with the magnanimity of the current prime minister, he even felt a sense of oppression that he could not lift his head up, and subconsciously became nervous.

But this temperament disappeared in an instant.

It seemed like it was just the prince's illusion.

I could hear the chirping of birds outside the window, and the person sitting in front of me was still just an ordinary Taoist.

Qi Wuhuo opened his eyes.

The eyes are clear and peaceful.

There is a slight sigh in my heart, not from the current Xuanwei Taoist status, but from the standpoint of Master Wuhuo, who seems to be true but not real, seems false but not false. Under his sleeves and robes, A wisp of pure breath entwined between the fingers, and it was extremely obedient——

He has been serving as a general and serving as a prime minister for more than fifty years. He has held the position of a highly respected minister and the Duke of Qi. Only now can he feel what the so-called "humane destiny" is.

The human destiny emanating from the prince was controlled by the young Taoist with his own soul.

And extremely smooth.

The current destiny of the human emperor is the path of plundering power with "the loss is not enough but the reward is more than enough".

Pure human luck itself, at least the prince's level of human luck.

There is no self and lack of spirituality.

It is still not possible to distinguish the difference between the Huangliang dream created by the Supreme Being and the real world.

In the face of this escaping luck, the young man in front of him brought him inspiration, not from the supreme Taoist Xuanwei of Xianyun Yehe, but from the unparalleled great master of the Shenwu Dynasty, who was a general and a prime minister. The first-rank Duke of Qi is the general of Zhenyuan and the three armies, the prince's young master, and the new dynasty's tutor.

In the face of such a being, choosing between a prince whose fate has been abolished is like water flowing away in search of living water. Like descending from a high place, it will naturally fall into Qi Wuzhuo's body.

It's just that there is a lack of humane tools to mobilize this humane destiny.

It can't be stored yet.

Therefore, Qi Wuhuo just sent him into the Thieves Killing Sword.

On the long sword, the aura is more powerful.

But the prince didn't know why, and he gradually became tired. He just felt that the poison of luck that had been suppressed with great difficulty had a tendency to rise again. He looked tired, and the conversation gradually faded away. Qi Wuhu lowered his eyes and ended the conversation on his own initiative. Said: "Young Master is tired, why don't we talk some other time."

The prince forced a smile and said: "Today's chat was very good. I will come to bother you again someday."

When he got up, he should have left, but he turned around and asked, "Sir, you should know my identity."

"I wonder, sir, do you think I can be called a human emperor in the future?"

The young Taoist narrowed his eyes.

But in the eyes of the prince, he seemed to see an old man with deep energy looking at him in a trance. He was tall, with deep energy, and he was holding a sword in his hand, which seemed to be able to kill the faint king at the top and the sycophant minister at the bottom. Like the sea, like prison, but once again in a trance, what he saw in his spirit was still the young Taoist, who replied like this:

"Only benevolence and virtue can make you the emperor of the world."

The prince reluctantly held up his hands and said, "That's it, I've learned a lesson."

When I went out, my clothes were soaked with cold sweat on my back.

Qi Wuhuo sat down.

His eyes were slightly lowered,

The sword box has sunk several times, and the thief-killing sword is extremely rich in energy.

Has swallowed up half of the prince's luck.

The power of the sword is ready.

P.S.

There was a mistake in the previous chapter. It was the seventh prince laughing, not the sixth prince.

The prince, the fourth prince, the seventh prince, the King of Qin, and the youngest son, five in total.