My Taoism leads to the prehistoric

Chapter 30 From now on, all my Yin soldiers are the Great Emperor!
Sunset Moonrise.

Above Penglai Island, a huge black hole hangs in the sky.

The unrecognizable corpses flew into the air and were continuously absorbed by the black hole.

Broken stones, charred trees, incomplete flowers and plants, dark and dirty liquid, extinguished fire cores, bones of alien animals...

These are all the prototypes of casual cultivators gathered by Emperor Donghua.

It is also the bones left on the battlefield after the war!

Han Shou sighed: "After all, he is one of the two protagonists of the Great Desolation, the Heavenly Court Monster Clan, so poor?"

"There's not even a single piece of useful spirit treasure left, they're all taken away!"

"It's no wonder that God 'Pillar' only left the calling authority of the great witch. It's not because he is against the demon clan that he doesn't give the demon sages and commanders of the heavens the authority to call the pure chieftain to clean up the battlefield."

"It's purely because Emperor Jun Taiyi's Heavenly Court is too poor. After a big battle, all that can be collected and taken away are taken away, and the rest are worthless 'garbage'?"

Han Shou was disappointed. He picked and picked for a long time but failed to pick out a few "garbage" worth picking up from the "garbage truck" deity orders.

On Penglai Island, after a great battle, only scorched earth remained.

Even the aura that is far thicker than the sea surface is extremely violent, and it is impossible to cultivate at all.

"Om~"

The black hole of the "garbage truck" in the midair turned into a god again and made it flutter down to Han Shou's waist.

Not far away on a broken cliff.

The illusory figure of white light stands silently, as if turning into a sculpture.

This phantom figure was full of decadence and resentment.

"Shu~"

Han Shou flew lightly to the phantom figure.

"Hey, Dijun, we should go!"

Emperor Donghua turned his head and stared at Han Shou without saying a word, with cold hatred in his eyes.

Han Shou looked horrified.

"Dijun, look away, look away!"

"Don't overthink it."

Emperor Donghua's murderous intent flourished.

Han Shou was a little flustered. Although only the true spirit was left, and even the innate spiritual treasure of the dragon head crutches was taken away, it was not difficult to kill him.

A self-destruct can immediately die together.

Han Shou in the Appearance Realm is no longer as fragile as he was in the Night Travel Realm. At that time, the Red Cloud True Spirit wanted to kill him, and it was no different from crushing an ant.

If it is changed now?

Well, killing him by the Red Cloud True Spirit with ninety-nine scattered soul gourds is still no different from crushing an ant.

Emperor Donghua is still a lot worse than Hongyun, he is just a big Luo Jinxian.

Most importantly, he didn't have Lingbao in his hand.

The only way to kill Han Shou at this time is to explode the true spirit.

Emperor Donghua smiled bitterly: "The head of the male immortal bestowed by the ancestors of the impoverished Dao, the realm of the Daluo Golden Immortal, has now fallen to be bullied by you, an ant-like Yin soldier?"

"Now there are only true spirits left. Even if they are reincarnated, there will be no great chance without the enlightenment of a Taoist friend. In the end, they will only be mortals for life after life. After ten lives, they will be completely reduced to one of all living beings in the prehistoric world."

"What's the point of such a reincarnation?"

"Why don't you just blew yourself up as a true spirit now, and still keep your reputation alive!"

Han Shou was provoked by Emperor Donghua's words of "an ant" and another sentence of "Yin soldiers".

With a sneer, he interrupted the self-pitying Emperor Donghua:

"Prestige?"

"Where did the prestige come from?"

"Although I didn't see it, it doesn't prevent me from guessing. Do you take being killed by Tai Yi as a prestige? Or do you gather a group of precarious casual cultivators in the East China Sea and look forward to your prestige?"

Emperor Donghua was anxious and angry. Before he could speak, Han Shou didn't give him a chance, and spoke as fast as a storm:

"In this prehistoric world, besides Dao Patriarch and the Six Sages, who else can be famous?"

"Di Jun? Tai Yi? Or Zu Wu?"

Han Shou has been trembling since he entered the prehistoric world, and he was mocked and looked down upon face to face more than once or twice?
A burst of anger had been pent up in my heart for a long time, and it broke out completely at this moment:

"It's just a dry bone in a tomb!"

Emperor Donghua was dumbfounded.

"Believe it or not, I, a little yin soldier like an ant, will live far longer than them and have an infinite future!"

"what!"

"ridiculous!"

"Sure enough, the summer insects are indescribable!"

"Do you know what is the protagonist of heaven and earth? What is great freedom, great freedom, and great liberation?"

Emperor Donghua was angry at Han Shou's brash words, and temporarily forgot to be full of resentment.

"And do you know what it means that a word is the law of all things, the world changes with the movement of a thought, and the sun and the moon reverse with the snap of a finger?"

"You do not know!"

"You're just an ant who doesn't know the weather and moves with the tide!"

Han Shou smiled.

"Then do you know?"

"Although Pindao has not reached that step, he has spied nearby!"

"Since you are so powerful, why are you in this situation now?"

Emperor Donghua was at a loss for words.

Han Shou vaguely seemed to have rediscovered the feeling he had when he was surfing the Internet on the earth and was fighting with the big gangsters.

Han Shou sneered all over his face: "Isn't the battle between the protagonists of heaven and earth just the overlord of the wilderness competing for luck to become holy?"

"Great freedom, great freedom and great liberation, isn't it just doing whatever you want?"

"Senior, can the Taoist ancestor do whatever he wants? If he wants to destroy the prehistoric world, he will destroy the prehistoric desolate world, and if he wants to exterminate all living beings, then exterminate all living beings?"

"Can a saint do whatever he wants?"

"Since you can do whatever you want, why do you have to establish a religion to compete for the luck of the world?"

"They can't!"

"Otherwise, how do you explain that during the Lich's first decisive battle, Dao Ancestor took action to stop the corpses he beat all over the place? Did Dao Ancestor couldn't bear it or had to take action?"

"If it's unbearable, why didn't you resurrect the sentient beings who died because of the Lich War?"

"This……"

Emperor Donghua's mind was "buzzing", and Han Shou's thoughts were brought into the ditch.

With only his true spirit left, he has long since lost the terrifying thinking ability of Daluo Jinxian in his heyday.

Han Shou was overjoyed, and made persistent efforts to fool himself to death:

"Why do I say that the Liches and Demons are all dead bones?"

"You look at the end of a calamity, who can win the favor of the dragon, phoenix, and unicorn?"

"If you look at the current Six Sages and Dao Patriarchs, who didn't rely on their roots, practice, merit, and most importantly, the primordial purple energy, and finally became a sage? Is there anyone who became a sage after dominating the prehistoric world?"

"Who was the last one to do this? Demon Ancestor Luohu, what will happen to him?"

The more Emperor Donghua thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case, and his face suddenly became dull.

Han Shou sighed: "All those who tried to dominate the prehistoric world to win the sanctification of the protagonists of the world all failed in the end!"

"Emperor Jun and Tai Yi are no exception! Without the primordial purple energy, they are dead bones!"

"All monks who want to seek great liberation, great freedom, and great freedom, even if they become holy, they will not succeed!"

"So, what you are looking for...is all vain!"

"How could this be...how could this be?" Emperor Donghua collapsed and began to doubt life.

"No, the Taoist ancestor tried his best to turn the tide back then, defeated Luo Hu and became the protagonist of the world, and only then did he prove his Taoism and become a saint!"

Han Shou understated: "Who bestowed the majestic purple aura of the four religions and six sages proving the way?"

"Dao... Dao ancestor!"

"Even the six sages used the Primordial Purple Qi bestowed by the Dao Patriarch to prove the Dao. Where did the Dao Patriarch's Primordial Purple Qi come from? Could it be that it was useless when proving the Dao?"

Emperor Donghua's face was full of confusion and despair.

"So... In this way, Pindao is really wrong?"

"The so-called Great Freedom, Great Freedom, and Great Liberation...are they really false?"

"The poor way of practicing hard is to pursue falsehood?"

Han Shou said decisively: "Not bad!"

"Then...then what should we pursue when practicing Qi training?"

"Longevity and Longevity!"

"Longevity?"

Han Shou chuckled: "I don't care about the vicissitudes of the outside world, I just sit quietly in the underworld and let him change."

"Why can I easily obtain merit, but I don't want to walk around in the prehistoric world, but stay in the Jingtusi of the underworld as a little Yin soldier?"

With a thought, the gongde tongs and gongde pottery flew out from between his eyebrows and slowly spun around him.

"These two virtuous spirit treasures were refined by me in the past two days."

Emperor Donghua was shocked.

Merit Lingbao!

Still two!

This is too exaggerated.

He has never seen any living beings who can obtain two meritorious treasures, except saints!

There are little Yin soldiers who look like ants in front of me!

Looking carefully again, I suddenly found that the other party's soul body had a dark yellow shimmer, and there was a golden wheel of merit and virtue behind him!

Hammer it!
The two virtuous spirit treasures were definitely made by him!

Han Shouyu said earnestly: "I don't deliberately pursue the merits that are at my fingertips, I am willing to stay in the underworld as a little Yin soldier!"

"Is it because I don't know the importance of merit?"

Emperor Donghua shook his head subconsciously.

How could there be monks who don't know the importance of merit?
"It's because the Underworld is the most important hub for the operation of the Dao of Heaven. You can gain the protection of the Dao of Heaven by hiding in the Underworld, and you can seek longevity with peace of mind!"

"The most important thing is not to get involved in cause and effect!"

"There are so many benefits, and I can sit back and watch the prehistoric winds and clouds rise. I can see him standing up from Zhulou, seeing him entertaining guests, and...seeing his towering!"

"As for me, I just laughed it off and prepared to watch the next mass robbery show!"

Emperor Donghua was shocked all over, and looked at Han Shou blankly:

"Hell...is the hell really that good?"

Han Shou secretly said: Be steady!

"If it weren't for working in the underworld, there would be so many benefits!"

"Can I give up the merits that I got at my fingertips in the prehistoric wilderness, and hide in the underworld willingly?"

The way Emperor Donghua looked at Han Shou changed.

It's just... Is it really easy to get merit?
Han Shou understood Emperor Donghua's hesitation at a glance, and said calmly: "If you don't believe me, follow me to the wilderness and meet the human tribe in the future, and you will naturally have the opportunity to witness it with your own eyes!"

He said it calmly, but he was worried in his heart: Among the prehistoric human race, what other tools can be created to gain merit?
Emperor Donghua's face was cloudy and cloudy, and suddenly his face froze and he said tragically: "Although the poor Taoist is willing to enter the underworld, even if he is a little Yin soldier, but now the poor Taoist has only the true spirit left, and he has not entered the reincarnation for a long time. The spirit must collapse!"

"Poverty... even being a ghost soldier has become an extravagant wish!"

Han Shou laughed loudly: "What's so difficult?"

Flipping his hands, he took out a black jade bottle from the space ring.

The black jade bottle was obtained by Han Shouzhi from the corpse of a casual cultivator when he snatched the corpse.

In the prehistoric world, even if a monk has never seen or recognized high-end treasures of heaven and earth, he can naturally get information from the first moment he witnesses them with his own eyes.

"There is Taiyin Divine Water in this bottle, which is produced under the osmanthus tree of Taiyin Star."

"Integrating the Taiyin divine water into the true spirit can reshape the true soul, and it may not be impossible to re-cultivate the ghost fairy in the future!"

Emperor Donghua took the jade bottle dumbly but did not move for a long time.

Han Shou wrote lightly: "The emperor doesn't want to live in seclusion in the underworld, just sit and watch that emperor Jun Taiyi turn into ashes?"

"Boom~"

Bullets flew from the cork of the jade bottle, and Emperor Donghua gritted his teeth and ingested the Taiyin Divine Water in the jade bottle into the true spirit.

The dazzling black light erupted from Donghua Emperor's white and illusory true spirit.

a day later.

Emperor Donghua, who was full of evil spirits, turned his head to Han Shou: "Donghua has seen Han Sishen!"

"In the future, I will ask Sishen to enlighten me!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"I don't dare to be called a god, I'm still a yin soldier of the chieftain!"

"Jing Tusi Zhengshen is still the 'Pillar' Sishen!"

Han Shou smiled so brightly that he was blissfully overjoyed.

Gan!
From now on, all the Yin soldiers under my command will be the Great Emperor!

(End of this chapter)