Zhe Tian: The Merciless Emperor

The next day, news came from the starry sky that shocked the world.

The fiftieth level of the human race, in the central square, is now full of people, crowded and densely packed.

In the center of the huge square, there was a stone pillar standing, and there was a stone playing the scene of a white-haired man sitting at a table eating.

The oil lamp hangs quietly on the beam, suspended by a rope, emitting a warm glow.

White rice, a clay pot filled with steaming soup, which looked a lot of oil, and a chicken head floating in the soup.

This is a bowl of chicken soup.

Four children, an old man, and an aunt, the six of them were chatting happily and laughing from time to time. Only the white-haired man sat there quietly, not eating, but just watching the food quietly.

Finally, the aunt talked to him and after asking questions, the white-haired man's eyes gradually turned cold.

The scene turned, the lights outside were dim, the lights in the mortal town were bright, lanterns were hung on the door of every house, there were some bacon on the door, and some cats and dogs lay lazily in front of the door.

Children were playing and playing, it was very lively, and the sound of firecrackers could be heard from time to time.

Everyone in the square saw this scene and had smiles on their faces.

"It's great. I was like this when I was a kid, squatting in front of my house and playing with my rhubarb, but I can't go back."

"It would be great if us monks also had this situation. There is no fighting and killing, only a peaceful life. We are tired from running around for a little food every day, but it is better than the monks. The monks are worried every day and have to face life and death every day."

"That white-haired man must be ruthless. How could he sit with a mortal?"

"I didn't expect that he has another side."

People around were discussing, and many people were watching silently. Some emotional people couldn't bear to see this scene, and shed tears quietly. There were no memories of walking on the path of God in their minds.

After a while, the scene returned to Xu Changqing's place again. After Xu Changqing ate a piece of chicken, he frowned and his eyes became cold.

The boys and girls looked at Xu Changqing and frowned in confusion, and asked one after another: "Brother, isn't it delicious?"

The younger generation present were all stunned. Is it delicious? they do not know.

Because they have never eaten mortal food.

Growing up, they ate delicacies from mountains and seas. Even if they took the path of God, many special creatures were killed by them during the fight.

Those creatures all have good cultivation, and they are delicious even without any seasoning.

But the next moment, everyone saw that Xu Changqing smiled softly, stood up, rubbed the heads of several children, and said softly: "How could it be? The chicken soup is delicious."

Everyone in Dilu was stunned, and some couldn't understand that Xu Changqing would also show a gentle smile, which was not in line with his character.

"Qingqing said it tastes good, but does it really taste good?" Some foodies asked.

"I don't know. I'd like to know if I can go to a mortal town when I have time and give it a try?"

"The food that mortals eat is very dirty, full of dirt and stains. Can it be eaten?"

"Won't that come out?"

The people in Dilu were all discussing whether the food of mortals was delicious, and they did not notice that Xu Changqing's smile became colder and colder, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

In the darkness, several vague figures of the younger generation known as the strongest in Dilu watched silently in the void.

They have never experienced the dazzling world of mortals, and they have been cultivating since they were born until now.

Mortal towns, to them, are wonderful.

The atmosphere of family reunion and the release of lovesickness made them extremely envious.

But the next moment, there was a sudden soft sound, and everyone was stunned. The originally warm scene suddenly turned scarlet, with all kinds of brains and blood splashing everywhere.

That innocent and cute little girl had her head crushed by Xu Changqing! !

"This" many people were silent when they saw this scene. They couldn't believe it and couldn't speak. There were many swallowing sounds in the scene.

Then, people at the fiftieth level of the human race saw Xu Changqing covering the entire mortal town with one sword.

The small town that was once full of lights and joy suddenly turned into a purgatory, and finally turned into a desert.

After Xu Changqing's figure disappeared, a figure slowly appeared from the sky with an extremely excited smile on his face. He was running crazily in the air while shouting at the top of his lungs: "Fathers and fellow villagers, I have risen. I became a saint!”

But the next moment, the man's face stiffened, and he stood blankly in the sky, with confusion and fear in his eyes. He swallowed and said softly: "What's going on, where is my house?" , where is my town?”

He fell from the sky into the desert and stood stiffly on the spot, his hair being blown by the night wind.

"Huh~"

A gust of wind blew up, and the sand beneath his feet was blown up, revealing several white bones. A white bone hand tightly grasped a red bag.

"Hoo ho ho"

The man's breathing became rapid, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his pupils were shrinking. He bent down weakly, picked up the red bag, and opened it.

There are a few lines on it.

"Madam, I'm attracted by Dongtian, I'm going to practice"

Just a simple sentence, but it made the man in the picture collapse. He fell to his knees directly on the ground, crying loudly, hugging the white bones, and roaring: "Why, why, why!"

Everyone in the Imperial Pass was silent. After cultivating successfully, he came back, only to find that his family was gone and his people were gone.

So what’s the point of practicing?

The blue-haired man was hiding in the dark. Seeing this scene, he nodded with satisfaction. He observed the people in the square and found that some people had tears flowing on their faces, or they had expressions of doubt about life.

He gave a thumbs up to his acting skills.

"I almost believed it was true myself."

However, those of the younger generation found something fishy, ​​as if everything was set up. Why did Xu Changqing suddenly take action, and there was a picture recording? Couldn't he notice it?

But the next moment, there was an explanation.

The person in the picture who broke down and cried took out the photo stone and said a few words to the picture.

"All my family members are dead, including my wife and children. I don't want to live anymore because I feel it is meaningless."

"I am now in the realm of a saint. Although I don't have many treasures, I will leave everything I have. I hope that the person who sees the scene I trace can help me take revenge."

Then he used the forbidden secret technique to trace back time.

The perspective of the picture finally displayed is different from that of the image stone, but the content is exactly the same.

Everyone was silent. Even if they suspected that this picture was not real, they completely believed it at this moment.

Because that person sacrificed himself at the cost of his life in exchange for the short-term power of tracing back time.

The last scene shows a girl picking up the shadow stone, and the scene of the shadow stone being released ends here.

Everyone in the Imperial Palace was silent, especially the younger generation in the dark. However, some people disagreed. Some of them were more cruel than Xu Changqing.

"Qing Wu is very strong. According to rumors, he is much more powerful than the Feathered Son of God. There are even rumors that he is now the number one person in the younger generation, and the throne in this life belongs to him alone."

"If this kind of monk who tortures and kills mortals becomes an emperor, will we all living beings also have to be afraid all the time?"

"After he becomes emperor, will he enslave the heavens and kill people for fun when he is bored? Or will he start a dark turmoil to achieve a certain purpose?"

In the square, there were discussions. Some people were inciting emotions and spreading panic. Everyone was stunned, and then their faces suddenly turned pale.

Yes, that kind of person would kill mortals without any mercy, use the souls of mortals to practice, or imprison the cultivation of mortals and turn them into cannon fodder for themselves.

If he becomes emperor, will he also kill them, or even launch a dark turmoil, just to refine weapons and pass them on to the world forever?

However, the secret geniuses did not agree with those people's words, and they all said coldly: "You still want to become an emperor? Can an executioner like him become an emperor?"

"Don't think about it. If he can become an emperor, then even a pig can become an immortal."

"When the ancient roads converge, it will be the time of his death."

Many powerful people heard the discussions from the people in the Dilu and felt very uncomfortable when they saw them comparing themselves to Wu Qing, although they admitted that Wu Qing was very strong.

But they can also achieve the feat of killing the Holy King with the Saint realm.

They also have the Eight Bans.

Divine Forbidden, triggered once or twice.

He has an invincible background, countless resources and skills, and his followers are many saints and saints.

He is ruthless, has no background, no resources, and no imperial scriptures, how can he compare to them?

Now he is just emerging, but in the future, he might be besieged and killed as soon as he appears.

No matter how amazing a strong person is, if he doesn't grow up, he is just a piece of shit.

Moreover, he has no background, no guardians, and he is ruthless. How can he compare with us peerless geniuses?

There are many divine bodies or special physiques in the dark. Thinking of this level, I suddenly felt that Xu Changqing was just like that.