Great Sui Storyteller

Chapter 623 622. Will this world be better?
This group of leading soldiers who control this blue light should not be practitioners who rely on their own breakthroughs.This is the conclusion Shoujing came to after dissecting the two corpses.

But what does it matter?

Under the feet of the Taoist, the endless energy of heaven and earth has turned into a firm belief that is rooted in the feet, in the heart, and in this world.

this world.

I don't know if it would be better without practitioners.

but……

It will definitely not be worse than it is now.

Yes.

awful.

In Li Zhen's heart, the world is so miserable and fragmented.

Is he pessimistic?
maybe.

However, a chivalrous man breaks the law with martial arts, and a Confucian man breaks the law with literature!

Whether it is Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, Qing... In the history he is familiar with, whether it is a coincidence or necessity, the sufferings this ancient civilization has experienced time and time again are the fuel to make it stronger .

Because, it is reasonable.

Is inevitable.

But now...

Things like cultivators have added a variable.

Do you want to gamble?

Betting on some more powerful changes in the world?
What if, what if everyone becomes a cultivator in the future?
Is there no class oppression anymore?
What if these cultivators promote productivity, making this civilization stand at the forefront of this planet forever, casting the eternal foundation, eternal immortality?
In case it is successful!

He used to have this fantasy too.

But inevitably, he would always think of a weapon.

nuclear.

In other words, the kind of weapon that can bring devastating damage to the entire planet.

If all the nuclear bombs of later generations are launched, they can destroy the earth, right?

But why no one dared to start a nuclear war easily?

The reason is that everyone understands that once the head is opened, there is no possibility of stopping.

Nuclear bombs, or what they collectively refer to as "weapons of devastation," are irrational.

It is a cold machine, a product without self-awareness.

And it is in the hands of those rational people.

Of course, these people may never be so sane, so the risk is shared.

Li Zhen doesn't need to say this, how many sets of codes and how many procedures are required to activate the nuclear bomb disclosed on the Internet are enough to prove that even if human beings have this ultimate killer weapon, a calm mind is still forcing Everyone only regards him as a hole card, not the key that can be thrown out at will to determine the outcome of a war.

Every moment, this weapon is put on the shackles of reason.

Prevent the consequences of it bringing a meaningless victory.

but……

Whether it's Yuhuaji, or the national teacher...or the unreasonable use of "Qi" in this world.

This made Li Zhen see another extremely dangerous possibility.

There are various abilities and powers of different sizes.

Relying on Qi... Although he doesn't know the power of the world's No. [-] all-out shot at the level of a human immortal, will he evolve with the use of "Qi" in the future, and let these practitioners stand next to each other? All turned into humanoid self-propelled nuclear bombs?

is it possible?
Of course it is entirely possible.

And every time he thinks of this, he always has a question.

If this is the case, then who should use reason to restrain these living people who have independent consciousness and can be sad, angry, and happy?

And if such a person really appears at that time, what kind of harm will it bring to ordinary people in this world who are already struggling to survive?
he does not know.

But he is pessimistic about it.

So, when he entered the free zone, he asked himself a question.

"Would this world be better if there were no practitioners?"

So, he got the answer.

At that time, Mr. Huqiu asserted that he might not be able to touch the threshold of enlightenment in his whole life.

Because before this Taoist appeared, no one had walked such a road.

Even, this road is an enemy of the whole world.

Everyone wants to become a cultivator, but you want to cut off the road to heaven.

Why?
How many people will you hate?

And the way of cultivators is allowed by the way of heaven.

Why do you want to cut it off?
In fact, Li Zhen also thought about... whether he made a mistake.

Because, as he experienced more, he suddenly discovered... In fact, it is not only practitioners who bring more harm to this world, but ordinary people as well.

This fertile ground nourishes the ambitions of all.

Even without cultivators, their killings still haven't decreased.

He wavered.

doubted.

Even after feeling the greatness of the long river of time, I still think...or just pretend I can't see it.

The so-called "children and grandchildren have their own blessings", they play their own games, and others can do whatever they want.

who cares.

Individual cultivators are brave and super strong, but in the future, they may not be able to beat those airplanes and cannons.

but……

When he met someone like Sun Hua, his previously wavering thoughts became firm again.

It is said that only the paranoid will succeed.

Is Sun Hua a paranoid?

The answer is obvious.

He didn't think about who was the cause of this incident, and he didn't think about whether today's result would have happened if he didn't send the two hundred pioneers to Hedong.

In his concept, you can't mess with me.If you mess with me, you deserve to die.

This gangster logic is vividly expressed in him.

The performance is a mess.

So hopeless.

But at the same time, he poured cold water on Li Zhen's head like a ladle of cold water.

Tell him with a cold fact:
"Wake up. No matter in the past, present, or future, there will never be only one Sun Hua in this world. There will definitely be a second, third, and fourth... stronger than Sun Hua, more thoughtful than Sun Hua To the extreme, Sun Hua, who is even more robber than the logic of robbers, appears."

Li Zhen didn't know why she came to this world.

But now I feel...

Whether it's the so-called Yaozu, or a strange world outside the Sui Dynasty.

The world... seems sick.

At the time of Suigu, it bestowed upon human beings the power called "Cultivator".

Help them control the world and resist the invasion.

But now, this gifted power seems to be beyond its control.

Could it be that I am some kind of world modifier?
Was given this kind of great mission, and asked me to come here and kill all the practitioners?

he does not know.

So, he tried to make the last struggle and told Sun Hua...

Don't push me.

Don't force me to open this hole.

If this opening is made, I will really kill your whole family.

But the other party didn't listen.

Instead, he took it as a joke.

Knowing that you are a cultivator, I closed the Qi.

Let everyone hack you to death with random knives.

After finding that he couldn't beat him, he lifted the seal again, trying to chop the Taoist down with the blue blade.

He repeated.

Jump sideways.

In order to achieve your goals, you can change your thinking, plans, and even the bottom line at any time...

And he does.

How many people out there are more exaggerated than him?

More so?

Li Zhen didn't know.

But from this moment on, he understood one thing.

Ok.

really.

This world will be better without practitioners.

"Crack..."

Suddenly, he heard a sound.

There was something solid that seemed to have some sort of crack.

Not so indestructible anymore.

What is it?
he does not know.

but……

Through the endless golden light, he seems to have controlled the world at this moment.

I saw it.

A lot of people.

Someone hid in the house and shivered.

Someone was hiding in the dark with a look of surprise.

But there are many more...

He cast a look full of murderous intent and malice.

Oh, right.

He also found Sun Hua.

So you were there.

Got you.

Standing on the high platform piled up with wooden boards, the Taoist blesses his soul and closes his eyes.

At this moment, the endless golden light suddenly and quietly changed its appearance from the flowing liquid state.

"Congeal."

Accompanied by his belief, the soldiers who were still rushing this way, trying to use crowd tactics to pile up Taoists to death, suddenly stopped at their feet.

The golden light froze.

Solidified into a golden iron plate.

It was as if the scorching lava flow had finally cooled down.

Firmly fixed everyone's legs, so that they were deeply trapped in it, unable to move anymore.

"..."

Countless soldiers swung their knives instinctively, slashing at the solidified gold plate under their feet.

But these golden lights seem to have really turned into solidified gold at this moment.

Under the light of the fire, the entire Sangquan City became golden, shining with a gorgeous and supreme brilliance.

However, being deprived of the ability to communicate with the energy of heaven and earth, no matter what, they can't gather a single trace of energy. How can they, who have no doubts about ordinary people, cut off the gold plate that is harder than gold and iron?
"Ding ding."

"Dong dong."

"Dangdang!"

The sound of these sparks splashing and knocking is like a musical movement in the city of Sangquan.

The notes flying around were heard, seen, and captured by the Taoist.

"..."

Taoist's appearance became solemn at some point.

In the lowered brows and eyes, there is endless compassion.

A halo of golden light quietly enveloped the back of his head.

It exudes a sense of tranquility and peace.

Just look at it and never forget it.

At some point, those misty guardians also stopped.

All the guardians were erratic and returned to the high platform.

No matter how immortal legends are created before and after, these shadows at this moment are like soldiers waiting for the final order.

They waited quietly.

Waiting for the Taoist's final choice.

And Li Zhen's calm eyes looked at the soldiers closest to him.

They are still conscientiously trying to break free from the shackles of golden light.

There is no fear in the eyes, no ferocity.

Only with the determination to kill himself.

That being the case...

The Taoist's eyes slowly closed.

"Go."

In the wind, the Taoist whispered calmly and gently.

"Let them die... in peace."

The voice fell.

Fog out.

In the lead, he lowered himself into the dragon's chant.

That touch of blue cold light flashed past.

"Zheng!"

Long Yin whispered.

"Crack."

The long knife and head that barely resisted fell in response.

Someone died.

But when he died, his eyes just slightly widened with surprise on his face.

But there was no pain.

As if to say:

"What a quick knife."

(End of this chapter)