The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

A sword flew into the air, and all dharmas were extinguished.

The gentleman in the painting felt a chill all over his body, and a dazzling blue light reflected in his dull pupils, as if just a single glance would cut off his soul.

And his consciousness did appear dazed for a moment.

This is the most basic use of sword intent. It can shock and influence the opponent's mind. The sword intent is so powerful that it can even cut off the soul. Xiao Yuntian has that ability, but now that he has just recovered, the peak of Foundation Establishment can only affect the soul of Nascent Soul.

But this is just a thing, but it is already shocking.

The difference between foundation building and Nascent Soul is equivalent to a mortal fighting a main battle tank, a mouse fighting a lion, and a speck of dust facing a typhoon.

The essence of cultivation in Immortal Palace education is to turn decay into magic, which is to do the above things.

Killing enemies at higher levels is a requirement of the Immortal Palace for geniuses. It does not rely on some aspect or magic weapon to kill enemies at higher levels. Instead, it evolved from the ideas of a human sage, Xueye Sword Immortal.

To be extremely powerful, you can practice a certain aspect to the extreme and achieve the goal of killing enemies across levels.

So the geniuses of the Immortal Palace began to follow this concept and constantly pursue the ultimate, constantly pursuing higher levels to defeat the enemy. In that era, those who could act as competitors were usually compatriots who were both heavenly beings.

The object that needs to be surpassed is their ancestor, the genius of the previous generation.

Generation after generation, people cycle back and forth, inheriting and transcending on the road of pursuing perfection.

Xiao Yuntian was the last generation of genius, because no one surpassed him in the following thousands of years. The only one who could barely equal him was Yan Tianzun, but he was still half a point weaker than him.

In the painting, a blood streak appeared on the neck of the king, and a chill spread, and his eyes moved slightly downward. The specially refined life-saving robes on his body were shattered inch by inch, and all the Taoism, magic power, materials, spiritual patterns, etc. in it were cut off by a delicate sword light.

There was no resistance or any reaction, just a three-inch long cut that hit his flesh directly.

Bright red blood emerged from it. In less than half a second, the blood gushed out like a fountain.

"..."

The gentleman in the painting opened his mouth to hoarse his own voice, and then he reacted and used his magic power to stop the bleeding, but the wound could not heal no matter what.

He looked at Xiao Yuntian in disbelief, as if he were looking at a monster.

No matter how high his moral conduct was in his previous life, he had just recovered! The current level of cultivation is only at the peak of foundation building, and it can even be achieved by force based on the foundation.

Normally it would take at least a few days to practice.

Why is it so strong?

He should also be a human race, not an innate creature with special bloodline.

The king in the painting is covering his neck. The boundless fear prompts him to take a few steps back and want to turn around and run away, but his reason tells him that he must not run.

At least you can't expose your back in a hurry.

The opponent must be ready for the next blow, and once he turns around, death may be what greets him.

He lowered his voice and said in an almost pleading tone: "Senior, you and I have no grievances, why is this so? I am willing to work hard and give all my property, just to survive."

"And you should have just recovered. I can help you gain a foothold in this prosperous age of cultivation. Now that the world has just opened, there are many strong people like you. I believe there are not many who are stronger than you. For example, there is an Immortal Immortal in the East. .”

Li Changsheng was not born yet, but his name had already spread throughout the world.

Others are famous because they are better than other strong people and become stronger. But his name is standing on the head of these stronger people, existing in a transcendent attitude.

For example, Jian Xian, people thought that she and Li Changsheng would eventually have a battle. After all, there is no room for two tigers in one mountain, let alone someone as arrogant as Jian Xian.

But now the Jianzong has almost put "My patron is Li Changsheng" on their house signs, and now everyone in the spiritual world knows that Jianxian and Li Changsheng are Taoist couples.

People didn't expect that the law of one male and one female would also work on such strong people.

For another example, the prestigious Xianghuo Temple in the Western Regions was majestically trampled by Li Changsheng riding on the Kunpeng of the Sea of ​​Clouds.

By the way, the fat fish swimming across the ocean is Li Changsheng's mount.

In the painting, you take Li Changsheng's name in order to survive. It's not that he wants to scare the other party, but often the strong man who has just been reincarnated has a strong spirit.

When one hears that the most powerful person from all ages has returned to this life, he will definitely be yearning for it and want to be the best in the world.

He was also like this once, but later his character in his previous life was smoothed out and he accepted his own mediocrity.

As expected, Xiao Yuntian didn't swing the second sword. He raised his brows and asked, "Do you know the immortal?"

This person has a strange appearance. He looks majestic, but in fact he is like a demon. The aura of the whole body is obviously a transition from picking up the furnace, causing the yin to increase and the yang to decrease, resulting in a male-female appearance.

"This junior and the immortal have a chance relationship, but it doesn't count as acquaintance."

The gentleman in the painting dare not boast about Haikou. If the other party senses such a thing, it might be struck by lightning.

This one-on-one encounter was actually just looking at it from a distance. Similar to I know the big guys, but the big guys don’t know me.

"I see."

Xiao Yuntian nodded, then his eyes flashed slightly, and an unparalleled sword intent rose into the sky, locking the king in the painting instantly.

At this moment, his cultivation level is insufficient, but his soul is still there, and he burns his soul a little in exchange for golden elixir level power.

It's not that he can't beat him, but he's afraid that the opponent will run away.

Above the nine heavens, a green light sword appeared, and a sword array instantly covered a ten-mile radius, cutting off the space and cutting off the power of heaven and earth.

Then a spiritual sword fell, and the king in the painting, who had been prepared for it for a long time, raised his hand to block it. Once he made a move, he tried his best and did not dare to slack off.

But the next second...

Phew!

The spirit sword had penetrated his Dantian, and all the magic power was imprisoned. The king in the painting fell heavily to the ground, with a roar and dust and smoke billowing. His whole body was directly inserted into the ground by the spirit sword, and his body was nailed into the mud.

He struggled hard and wanted to resist instinctively, but how could he withstand the sword master known as the Holy King.

Xiao Yuntian stood in front of him with a sword, and behind him were countless mortals.

"Practice demonic skills, cause harm to mortals, seduce women, and are thieves in troubled times. Now in the name of Immortal Palace, I will convict him and ask him to behead."

"Senior... have mercy on me, senior, have mercy on me!"

The gentleman in the painting completely lost his last bit of reserve, crying and begging for mercy.

However, Xiao Yuntian seemed not to have heard it, and still kept mumbling about his crimes with a solemn expression. Each one seemed to be a legal conviction falling on him, and he didn't know where the law came from.

"The first one is the crime of oppressing the weak, endangering ten people will be sentenced to three years of confinement, endangering 100 people will be sentenced to 50 years of confinement, and endangering 1,000 people and more will be sentenced to 100 years of confinement. If there are casualties, the crime will be increased by one level, ranging from 50 years to the death penalty."

"You endangered millions of people, and countless people lost their lives as a result. You should be punished by death."

"Secondly, if you practice magic skills and are contaminated with evil spirits, it can take as little as three years or as much as ten years. If there are any casualties, you will be punished by death!"

"Third, the crime of troubled times, holding power without serving the people, is also a capital crime!"

"Fourth, if Nascent Soul is evil, the crime will be increased!"

"Fifth..."

If the king in the painting has a strong enough psychological quality, he can judge that this law is not for ordinary people, but is specifically aimed at the powerful.

But the law is aimed at a certain group, a large group, not the existence at the top of society.

There has never been any rule that restricted top experts.

But the law in Xiao Yuntian's mouth accurately stipulates a certain realm, a certain behavior, and what kind of Tao method to use.

It is as if at a certain time in the world of spiritual practice, there was a law that could restrain powerful people, and a transcendent society with countless powerful people.

"According to the laws of the Immortal Palace, even if you are destined to be an immortal, I can kill you first and then tell you."

"Can you plead guilty?"

Xiao Yuntian's eyes were downcast and cold. Even if the gentleman in the painting was a disciple of the immortal, he would still kill him at this moment.

Because this is the respect for the immortals.

Those who do evil should be killed. No matter what their background is, there has never been a shortage of people who were destined to be immortals and were executed by immortals in history.

No one is perfect, and practice is to achieve perfection in virtue. This is also the standard for defining adults in Immortal Palace. Only when you have certain moral character and are responsible for your own actions can you be called an adult.

The king in the painting should be responsible for the people of this place.

The gentleman in the painting was completely panicked and said: "No, I don't recognize it, you can't kill me!"

"The people here are welcome."

"These mortals can only live for seventy years. How can He De let me die! And your fairy palace law is no longer your previous life, it has no control over me!"

The gentleman in the painting has already regarded Xiao Yuntian as a lunatic, a lunatic who has not yet broken away from the memory of his past life.

He's using some bullshit fairy palace law to judge himself, that's crazy!

"I am willing to plant inner demons. Don't kill me. Although my Nascent Soul is not very powerful, I will definitely be useful to you. I can help you take care of these mortals. My life is more useful than these hundreds of thousands of mortals."

"The people's hearts are better than the Nascent Soul, and better than the transformed gods. No one can reverse the methods of the Immortal Palace."

Xiao Yuntian raised the spiritual sword high. Before the sword fell, the cold sword intent had already fallen on the neck of the painting king who was lying on the ground, as embarrassed as a dead dog.

He was completely desperate.

"Immortal Palace, Immortal Palace, what nonsense! Where in the world is there an Immortal Palace!? Since you are teaching the Dharma, you should know that the Dharma has jurisdiction."

"The place where people are is the Immortal Palace. When I stand here, this place will be prosperous."

Xiao Yuntian's high-hanging sword fell without hesitation, the corpses separated and blood spurted out.

"But since you want to talk about the law of the jungle, I won't say more to you."

There used to be many strong people who joined the Immortal Palace to divide themselves into different classes based on their strength and gain privileges based on their strength. However, all of these strong people died without exception.

There are rules in the fairy palace, but it doesn't mean you can't use fists.

Under the law of the jungle, it is natural to destroy you without any reason.

The gentleman in the painting is a typical person who wants both privileges and rules. He can use his strength to ravage others, but once he faces someone stronger than himself, he will break the rules again.

Disgustingly ugly.

Xiao Yuntian turned around and looked at the many dumbfounded mortals. His loud voice spread and he said in words they could understand:

"From today onwards, the laws of the Immortal Palace are coming. There are many rules that I cannot explain to you one by one at the moment. Murderers, robbers, and thieves will all be killed!"

"The rest is business as usual."

After saying that, Xiao Yuntian waved his hand and left a spiritual sword in the sky, dozens of meters long, completely condensed from spiritual energy, and constantly emitting dazzling green light.

This sword is useless, but it is of great use.

Xiao Yuntian was going to sweep away sects hundreds of miles away. During this period, there would inevitably be a breakdown in order, and someone would take the opportunity to burn, kill, and loot. And with decades of experience working in the Urban Management Department, he would naturally not make such a stupid mistake, killing someone and just turning around and leaving.

He made a mental note that the first step to recovery was not to find Jun Fu.

Although the father-in-law wants to see him, the people in front of him want to be saved even more. Saving people is like putting out fire, let alone the person in front of you. This is the virtue of heaven and man.

He needs to restore a bright world to the world and let the prosperous age of the Immortal Palace envelope the world.

Only in this way can I see your father.

Xiao Yuntian ran for hundreds of miles with his sword, plunged into the sect's headquarters here, and instantly penetrated the mountain-protecting formation.

He raised his butcher's knife and coldly pronounced the death sentence on many of his disciples: "Those who are cultivators, do not practice virtue, and slaughter people should be beheaded!"

The sword light all over the sky fell, leaving behind a corpse without any pain.

This is also the last mercy.

The sect here is called Liangyinmen, a sect based on the method of Hehuan. One characteristic of this kind of sect is that it will inevitably become an evil cultivating demon sect.

Because the practice dictates, human nature is the least able to withstand the test. Even if Xuanmen orthodoxy also includes dual cultivation, there are always people who want to repair the furnace.

It is like a quagmire. Once a person walks in, it is impossible to emerge from the mire without being stained. It will only continue to sink deeper and deeper. The fellow disciples and brothers around him will also turn others into the same as himself. No one will allow a person with a decent style to exist in the Demon Sect.

Unless this demon sect takes the path of Taoism.

They were guilty and probably had no choice, so they only killed but not tortured.

In the end, only a group of disciples who had just started were left.

They sat paralyzed on the ground, some were frightened, some had dull eyes, and some were rolling and crawling trying to escape.

Xiao Yuntian did not kill them, but through a few simple inquiries and mind reading, he selected a few people with relatively good moral character as the city's lawsuit team, and asked them to temporarily gather and manage the old department.

Then he fought in many places, destroyed three more small sects, and also broke through the Golden Core Stage.

The surrounding sects fell into deathly silence upon seeing this.

At this moment, the reincarnated people once again saw what the gap was, and also experienced the despair, almost despairing gap that mortals felt in them. How big they are compared to ordinary people, then the real great supernatural beings will only be bigger compared to them.

Most of the sects are ready to surrender. Surrendering to a person with great supernatural powers is not a shameful thing, and sometimes it is a good thing.

It's a pity that the frog at the bottom of the well doesn't know the intentions of heaven and man.

What the gods want is not surrender, but prosperity.

When he saw that he was already a minister of the Immortal Palace, Xiao Yuntian began to rectify discipline, establish management institutions, establish laws, restore social production, recruit technical researchers from previous civilizations, etc.

Although he cannot support the world by himself like an immortal, he can easily manage dozens or millions of people.

One person can win the hearts of ten thousand people, and only in this way can he be qualified to become the manager of a fairy palace or a district.

Moreover, the world in this world has been in immeasurable calamity, and it only needs to be managed with concentration. There is no need to face external threats all the time, and it is easier to rule. In addition, the sect did not completely destroy civilization. The overall framework was still retained, but it no longer paid attention to individual feelings.

It is almost impossible for ordinary people to rebel against monks.

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Three days later, Xiao Yuntian was sitting in an office in a building, otherwise he looked up at the horizon.

A huge sun appeared and then slowly fell. A few seconds later there was a roar, followed by a blast of hot wind.

"Jun Yantian."

Xiao Yuntian felt the familiar atmosphere, smiled, and then continued to work hard to rectify the broken society.

The next day, a Buddha's light appeared in the northwest.

On the third day, the Heavenly Fox Dharma Stands in the sky.

The fourth day, the fifth day, the sixth day...

This large state that had already settled down was suddenly engulfed in war. Countless powerful men sprung up like mushrooms after a rain and launched a bloody massacre against the sects rooted in this land.

That's right, it's not a fight for the land's spiritual veins, but a one-sided massacre.

A strong man from a great era came to the world with the inheritance of Immortal Palace for ten thousand years and the extremely sublimated Taoism of Immortal Palace.

Seven days later, the Northern Eagle is over and the Immortal Palace is approaching.

But something happened today that shocked the world. A holy king fell, and his head was cut off by a group of reincarnations who had just been revived for seven days, and his death was announced to the world to condemn him.

At this moment, the eyes of the whole world gathered. In an instant, hundreds of sects had perished and were replaced by a behemoth.

The famous Immortal Palace.

The reincarnated gods gathered together, with ten great saints from the human race sitting at the head of the table, and there were hundreds of ancestors who transformed themselves into gods.

They sat in front of a long table made of gold and stone, where magic power was concentrated, and looked down at the scene of the Black Soil State on the other side of the mountain range with their magic eyes.

Sects are rampant, giant companies are everywhere, and ordinary people are like ants on a hot pot, struggling to survive.

Finally they all sighed.

Everyone's eyes were lowered, and their eyes were full of pity. The objects of their pity were mortals who could not sympathize with the powerful people in the outside world.

The environment they grew up in was never different from the ordinary, and the education they received was not meant to bully the weak. On the contrary, the immortal taught them that as human beings, they should have great love.

Love people, love the world, love the prosperous age,

They are born holy, not because of heaven and earth, but because of the immortals and human race.

"It's dirty in here too."