Signing Into Immortal Martial World

"The way of gathering all, the way of all beings, is humanity."

Zhao Mu's eyes were dazzling, as if filled with great pressure, people couldn't help but bow their heads.

"Yasheng has words, benevolence, human heart, righteousness, human way."

"Wen Sheng also said that the Tao is not the way of the heavens, the way of the earth, but the way of the human being."

"Mr. Zuo, if you want to continue the sacred school and open the world for peace, how can you not understand the truth of the sentence used to control the destiny?"

"Apart from the one-hearted humanity in Yunzhe Jue, can you go any other way?"

Zuo Duan Yun looked solemn and lost his thoughts.

A moment later, a touch of awe appeared in his eyes.

This Mr. Si Ye from the Shangyin Academy, thought he was already deviant enough.

He broke out of the Shangyin Academy, accepted what he learned from the Sanctuary of Literature, and cultivated the dominance of the king.

But compared to your Majesty, it's really a little bit of a witch.

Even Tiangong didn't pay attention to it.

How crazy is this?

"Your Majesty still has to... be cautious."

"The power of God is hard to guess. Even the Emperor Yuan was plagued by thunder and fell sadly."

After thinking about it, Zuo Duan persuaded him.

He didn't understand why there was no fear in His Majesty's heart.

Being born in the world, it is inevitable to feel that the power of heaven is unpredictable and trembling.

This is the emotion that should be born.

Even the demons of Baiyun City, they despise rituals and trample on morals.

But he didn't dare to speak out, to go against the big talk of the heavens.

"Mr. Zuo, you have to remember one sentence if you want to prove the mind."

Zhao Mu leaned forward, pressed his hands on the seat, and said lightly:

"It's easy to break the mountain, but it's hard to break the heart."

"People in the world often have four big heart thieves, ill-gotten wealth, false reputation, dark under the light, and good eroticism."

"There should be a fifth thief in martial arts like me."

"The laws of heaven and earth are also the thief in the heart."

"If you can't break it, how to enter the Tao? How to gain the Tao? How to become the Tao?"

"Wen Sheng respects the Tao, but does not fear the sky!"

"Mr. Zuo, what shall you do?"

After these words, Zuo Duanyun was sweating profusely.

It just feels overturned, as if something has been broken.

Especially when Zhao Mu talked about the thief in his heart, he was even more enlightened, and he suddenly realized that he was happy.

"Thank your majesty for calling!"

He stood up, arched his hands and bent over, and said righteously.

"Simply destroying the heart thief is enough to be the foundation of the minister."

Zhao Mu waved his hand, thinking that it was the Confucian scholar's best to fool.

Reasoning can make your heart happy and convincing.

Immediately, he frowned slightly and noticed a surge of energy.

Zuo Duanyun's mind was agitated, and two big stars above his head were shining brightly.

The vigorous awe-inspiring true spirit has a faint tendency to condense the third Wenquxing star.

After about a stick of incense, the clouds on the left end burst out like lightning.

Between the breath, the mighty river hangs in the sky.

Among them, there are three big stars orbiting uncertain, flickering and dimming.

"It's one step closer to breaking through the sky."

Zuo Duanyun lifted his spirits and bowed his hands.

What he cultivated in Confucian martial arts was to cultivate the awe-inspiring spirit in himself.

Read the meaning and polish your thoughts.

If you can condense seven Wenqu stars, you will be 100% sure to hit the ten mortal realms, martial arts people and immortals.

"You can enlighten the way, it is your own aptitude, it has nothing to do with me."

Zhao Mu did not take credit, Wen Sheng's doctrine is in line with humanity.

The aspirations of sentient beings, billions of trillions of thoughts, gathered together, are enough to resist the power of God.

After reporting and deciding on the disciplines and enrollment standards of Jixia Academy, Zuo Duanyun retired.

The third Wenquxing has just condensed and needs energy to consolidate.

"His Majesty said casually, let Zuo Siye be above the martial arts and go one step further."

Yun Shuyu, who was standing by the side, offered tea and said with a smile.

"He has three ins and threes out of books, and his savings are already strong. Even without my guidance, it is only a matter of time before he breaks through the tenth mortal realm and wins the title of the world's Confucian leader."

Zhao Muqing took a sip of the fragrant tea, and then asked:

"How long has Hong Yazi not contacted Heilongtai?"

Before, the people of the Holy Land arrived in Tianjing and watched the ceremony in the imperial city.

Hong Yazi specially used transmission notes to convey several important pieces of information.

According to him, Wu Yazi of Zixiao Palace had formed an alliance with the Demon Sect and persuaded them to do it together.

But in the end, the many monsters of Baiyun City did not appear.

Now that more than a month has passed, Hong Yazi seems to have no news back.

"Return to your Majesty, Baiyun City is located in Prison State, not in the territory of the Great Zhou. The spy whip of the Black Dragon Platform is beyond reach, and it often takes several months for news to pass back and forth.

Yun Shuyu was puzzled, wondering why his Majesty mentioned the magic door suddenly.

Communication notes are extremely precious, and only Yunzhongju and Shenshui Palace can produce them every year.

In non-essential cases, espionage transmission is still carried out by homing pigeons, caravans, and hidden piles.

In her opinion, Hong Yazi returned to Baiyun City.

To be on the safe side, it is normal to stay dormant for a year and a half.

"In the dark, on a whim."

Zhao Mu pondered.

He had learned the emperor's gaze, and he had studied several "Destiny".

The changes in the three talents of heaven, earth, and man can be said to be clear to the heart.

For now, the situation in China is turbulent.

It seems that the wind and the waves are calm, but in fact there is a sense of depression that dark clouds are pressing against the city.

Dachu, Dayu, the six holy places, Mieshengmeng, Yuanmeng grassland...

Those who are unwilling to sit still and are ambitious.

Each is waiting for a suitable opportunity.

In the past few days, Zhao Mu has gone to worship the high platform of heaven.

Observing the stars at night, I found that the heaven was dim and difficult to see clearly.

But it is mixed with the calamity of swordsmen and soldiers, and the calamity of man-made disasters.

There is also a strong blood, occupying the northwest and rushing into the sky.

Zhao Mu thought about it, and felt that this calamity should fall on the demon gate.

"Since your Majesty said so, the servants asked Black Dragon Terrace to pay close attention to the news of all parties in Baiyun City."

Yun Shuyu is also a little bit like the art of looking forward and observing one's life.

She is very clear.

Sometimes the spiritual sense of martial arts masters is surprisingly accurate.

Especially in the realm of your majesty.

Circumstances of the heavens, grasp in the heart.

"Let Heilongtai send a communication note every day. If there is still no reply after seven days, it means that the magic gate has changed drastically."

Zhao Mu's eyes flickered, and the eight-fold aperture behind his head rippled like water.

He focused on his mind and deduced several possibilities.

The future is looming.

"With Hong Yazi's mind-bearing nature, there must be nothing wrong."

Zhao Mu had some impression of that heart-hearted leader.

When he let the opponent into the magic door, his original intention was to settle down casually.

Thinking that it might be able to play an unexpected role.

"The calamity of the suppression of the Holy Land is really curious."

Zhao Mu slowly got up and left the large seat.

He strode out of the palace gate, his eyes penetrating the high sky.

...

...

Huh!

A long cry!

The goshawk vibrated its wings, opened the clouds, and dived down.

Those gray-blue pupils reflected the vast mountains and the earth.

There is a huge city below.

All are built with rough and hard black crystal iron stones, and the square high walls are majestic and heavy.

This is Baiyun City.

Demon's Lair.

The goshawk seemed to be attracted by the blood, and gently fell onto the ruined wall with thick smoke.

What appeared in its eyes was Shura's killing field! living hell!

The houses that stretched for dozens of miles collapsed, and countless corpses and blood gathered together.

One after another, a huge Jingguan was erected.

It lay across the city like a mountain, which was extremely frightening.

The strong blood is like a tributary of a river, winding to the six towering green hills.

That's where the six gates of the magic gate are located.

Huh!

The goshawk bowed its head and pecked at the carrion, but the **** mist that filled the city was like deadly poisonous water.

The flesh and blood melted instantly, leaving only a skeleton.

It cried long and fell to the ground feebly.

Those eyes fell out.

Snap!

A long boot walked by, stepping on it and splashing juice.

"The white clouds have been empty for thousands of years, and the'Yan Luocheng' on the rivers and lakes has become a dead place."

The man in Chinese clothes with white temples sighed and said with his hands folded.

He walked in the city, his Zhen Qi opened up a layer to isolate the surging blood mist.

Climb up the stairs and slowly go up the mountain.

About an hour after a stick of incense, I came to the gate of the Longevity Hall.

"Also please see Mr. Black and White."

The masculine man in the Chinese clothes is extraordinary, and he walks steadily.

Like the king of a country with great power, he is full of majesty.

"Someone! Living!"

In the dark hall, a hurried voice came out.

It's like a glutton who can't wait to sit on the table and enjoy the food.

Immediately afterwards.

The rumbling sound was like muffled thunder, shaking the mountain gate.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

The heavy footsteps seemed to crush this green hill.

The man in Chinese clothes held his breath and contemplated, suppressing the shock in his heart, and looked at the huge figure walking out of the hall.

Three heads and six arms!

That Tao was a huge figure several feet high, almost breaking the roof of the hall.

Three heads and six eyes, all staring at the man in Chinese clothes.

There was a strong hunger and thirst, and a bit of saliva dripped from his mouth.

"It's really a human! It's a human!"

Three voices one after another, six arms scrambled over.

It seems very hungry!

"Black and white Langjun is merciful!"

The man in Chinese clothes furrowed his brows tightly, and his figure swept back sharply.

But those three heads and six arms, completely black, did not look like a huge human shadow at all.

The big hand opened, as if wrapping the world.

The air current made a continuous and terrifying explosion, as if a gunpowder barrel was ignited, causing a terrible sound.

A touch of horror appeared in the eyes of the man in Chinese clothes, and he realized that he could not escape at all.

With a bang, the congenital body that had been cultivated into a true body burst into pieces and turned into a cloud of blood.

The black and white Langjun with three heads and six arms, seemingly intoxicated, took a deep breath.

The pure blood mist condensed and shrank, turning into a bright and dripping pill, which was swallowed in the mouth.

"not enough!"

The three voices sounded together, and blood glowed in his eyes.

Opening his mouth, the blood, evil spirits, and grievances emanating from the dozens of Jingguans in Baiyun City were all swallowed.

The huge city vibrated and shook as if it was about to be overturned.

The sky was dimmed and turned into deep darkness.

"Renxian! Ten levels of martial arts!"

The divine will of the man in Chinese clothes shook the atmosphere and made a sound.

Feeling the real pressure, he was pleasantly surprised.

"You are... Yin God!"

After devouring that group of human and immortal flesh and blood, the black and white Langjun somehow turned into a human demon with three heads and six arms.

The constant hunger afflicted him.

The millions of people in Baiyun City were eaten up in this way, leaving only a dozen Beijing temples that were gathered from a sea of ​​dead mountains and blood.

But the black and white man still feels hungry.

He can't wait to eat those fellows and fellows too.

But the only remaining reason told myself that I couldn't do that.

"Black and White Langjun, you have eaten that piece of Demon Lord's flesh and blood to break through the heavens. This is a great opportunity!"

The divine will of the man in Chinese clothes spread all over the mountain gate, causing sound waves.

"But people and immortals have to cross the sky, and people and demons have to be punished by heaven."

"The power of God, Pei Mo can stop it."

"Even if you eat more flesh and blood, I'm afraid it won't help."

Hearing the word "Heaven's Punishment", the black and white Langjun looked like a frightened child, showing panic.

The three heads shrank back and suddenly returned to the dark hall.

"There is a big formation! Body protection! Lightning can not kill me!"

The more than a dozen Jingguans built in Baiyun City are the "Blood Devil's Great Array" spread by the Demon Sect.

Millions of people were sacrificed to resist the thunder with boundless evil spirits.

This is the method that Black and White Langjun came up with.

"It's equivalent to imprisoning yourself in Baiyun City, within a thousand mountains, in the world, and the blood will be eaten sooner or later."

"At that time, what should you do?"

The man in the Chinese clothes is tempted in a good way.

"You have no good intentions! You want to lie to me!"

The black and white Langjun's six eyes turned in a circle, and he suddenly roared.

boom!

The violent sound waves are like the roar of a wind dragon.

Large houses in Baiyun City collapsed, flew up, and shattered.

The strong blood rose into the sky, like a straight column of wolf smoke.

The divine will of the man in Chinese clothes was instantly shaken away.

It was like boiling soup and splashing snow, almost completely evaporating it.

"Lone is the founder of the great Liang! Protector of the Saint League!"

The man in Chinese clothes shattered his mind, and it took a moment for the thoughts to condense and take shape.

"How can you deceive your Excellency! Presumably you also know that Yin Shen has to go through all kinds of thunder and calamity when it reaches the stage of ghosts and immortals."

"For avoiding calamity, Miserable Saint League has many methods, which will definitely help you."

The three heads on the shoulders of the black and white Langjun who uttered a huge roar of people and immortals turned to each other and looked at each other.

It seems to be wondering whether the words of the man in Chinese clothes who claim to be the Taizu of Liang Taizu are true or not.

"I came here today to form an alliance."

Emperor Liang Wu, who had become a ghost, hit the iron while it was hot, and continued:

"Mie Shengmeng is willing to help you overcome the catastrophe, only asking the black and white Langjun to do one thing."

The three-headed and six-armed human demon opened his eyes, the blood was intense, and he was fascinating.

"What's the matter?"

After a while, the black and white Langjun who retreated to the hall like a frightened bird asked in a dull voice.

"Slay the dragon!"

Emperor Wu of Liang was divine and murderous.

"Good! If you dare to lie to me, we will tear you up alive!"

After a while, weird sounds in unison came from the dark hall.

Emperor Wu's spirit was inexplicably cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He sensed that his aura seemed to be locked.

"The means of immortality..."

Emperor Liang Wu's divine intent was once again condensed, and he took a deep look at the gate of the Changsheng Hall.

"Then it's settled. On the sixth day of June, Gu and the leader will come to invite again."

He wrapped up a large cloud of yin wind, and walked away quickly, disappearing.

For a long time, in the dark hall, a three-headed six-armed demon talked to himself~www.wuxiaspot.com~ That guy is not like a good person! "

"Afraid...what! If he lied to us, he would take a bite!"

"Ghosts! People! Buddha! Immortals! There is nothing to eat!"

"Yes, yes! Eat with that leader!"

"Hungry... so hungry!"

Not far away from the heart to teach the mountain gate.

Hong Yazi shuddered.

Eyes with tears:

"I was wrong. I shouldn't go to Tianjing. If you don't go to Tianjing, you won't run into your Majesty. If you don't meet your Majesty, you won't betray the holy religion and become an undercover agent."

"If you don't become an undercover agent, you don't have to stay here and wait to die."