People are in the wild, swallowing three thousand heavens

Chapter 88

"No, I can't do this."

In the small courtyard of the Fengbu, the idiot looked at the blueprint given by Zhou Kao and refused.

"How can you not make it? I saw that it is just casting a sword. Although it is a bit complicated, but with your craftsmanship, can you still fail to make it? Don't shirk." Feng Qing didn't believe it.

"Great to create the appearance, but this is a demon soldier, who feeds on resentment, hatred, and fighting spirit, and is destined to kill in the midst of slaughter. Such a weapon has no intention of forging!" Ma Chi said.

"Demon Soldier! What you said is true, this is the sword casting spirit map bestowed by the emperor!" Feng Qing said solemnly.

"Given by the emperor?" Ma Chi heard the emperor, his face became colder and said, "Then ask the patriarch to tell the emperor to choose another talented person, such a magic soldier, Ma Chi can't do it."

After finishing speaking, Ma Chi walked back by himself and continued to make other tools.

"Wait, Dijun is the envoy of Huoyun Cave, a disciple of Renjiao, and one of the six imperial guards. He is definitely not a devil. His actions must have deep meaning. You should cast it first." Feng Qing saw the idiot leaving, and hurriedly chased after him. up the road.

"The disciple of Renjiao, one of the six imperial guards, must not be broken?" Ma Chi showed a slightly mocking smile on his face.

"A disciple of the Human Sect, one of the six imperial masters, may have something to do, but I am a Huoyun Cave person, and I will never harm my human race. And as long as I can make the human race shine, it doesn't matter if I, Feng Qing, die." Feng Qing resolutely said.

"Don't the patriarch hate these methods the most?" Ma Chi said.

"That's because I hate Old Demon Tongtian." Feng Qing said, "A while ago, he led the demon sect to set up two formations, Zhuxian and Ten Thousand Demons. , the prehistoric world was broken, and endless lives fell. Our human race suffered heavy losses, and our lives dropped by at least one-fifth. As the guardian of the eight trigrams formation, our Feng clan was the first to bear the brunt. More than half of the defenders lost more than half of the people. If it is in my hands to kill demons, it will be different."

Hearing Old Devil Tongtian and the Devil's Cult, Ma Chi's body trembled imperceptibly, and said: "Patriarch be careful, that person is a saint after all!"

"He has made great contributions to the world, and he seeks for the sake of all generations. He is a saint. How can he be worthy of this title?" Feng Qing said with a cold face.

"Patriarch, the sage reaches the heavens and the earth, and he must not be humiliated, otherwise there may be disaster." Ma Chi said.

"What can't be humiliated? Do you want me to bow down, kowtow, and pray to be holy to an enemy who is helping the evil, trying to destroy the world, destroy the prehistoric world, exterminate my race, and kill my people? Then I would rather be beaten by him." The soul is gone, my human race can be destroyed, and my spine cannot be bent. You idiot, you must also remember that you are also a human race. If you speak for the demon sect again, then leave." Feng Qing looked directly at the idiot.

"Yes. I know I'm a human race!" Ma Chi smiled slightly awkwardly.

"Okay, sword, you build one first, and then take a look. If there is something, we will talk about it." Feng Qing said.

"Yes." The idiot nodded.

Only then did Feng Qing leave satisfied, and returned to Zhou Kao.

Ma Chi looked at Feng Qing who was leaving, and only let go of his tightly clenched fists, a few drops of blood flowed from his fingertips, his eyes were full of pain and annoyance.

If in the past, if someone dared to speak half a sentence in front of him, insulting half a sentence, even if he lost, he would fight to the death.

But now, facing a person whose cultivation base is not as good as his, a person who stepped on the Jujiao on the soles of his feet in front of him and scolded Tongtian, he dared not do anything!
Why, since I am a human race, I am also a Jiejiao Immortal?
Master, why did you want to destroy the prehistoric world back then?

Re-establish the earth, water, fire and wind, and reopen the world.

Yes, you have the ability to restart everything after restarting. In this way, you will not lose, because everything will return to zero.

But today's living beings will perish!

For you, there may be no difference. The human race before the world was destroyed, and the human race that was recreated after the world was destroyed, to you, they are all human races, and there is no difference.

There are too many births and deaths, and there is no meaning.

But the disciple's realm is not enough, and he can't see through it.

Disciples are human beings!
After you left, Jiejiao was regarded as Demon Cult by all races.

The disciples of Jiejiao are like monsters, they are expelled by all races, or they are willing to degenerate, and they really go with monsters, or they hide their names and disappear, or they leave Jiejiao.

Master, I really don't know what to do.

In the vast chaos, in Zixiao Palace.

Master Tongtian's complexion was gloomy and fluctuating.

Being besieged by the Four Sages, he didn't feel that he was at fault, only that Lao Tzu was rude and Yuan Shi protected his shortcomings.

Being taken to Zixiao Palace by Daozu, he was forced to start to reflect, but he didn't feel that he was much wrong.

But the heavenly world, the roar of Chang-eared Dingguang Immortal, and everything today made him start to question whether he really did something wrong?
Maybe it was wrong to set up the Zhuxian formation in the first place, no matter whether Guang Chengzi said those words or not, what did he do to stop him?
Take the Four Swords of Jade Immortals directly to Kunlun, isn't it just a fight with Yuanshi?
……

"Dangdang"

Continuous voices sounded, one after another, echoing in the wind department.

Zhou Kao lay on the couch, listening to the rhythmic sound as a lullaby.

It is also the sound of knocking, this knocking sound has a wonderful rhythm, which is in harmony with the Tao.

The weekly exam sounds very comfortable.

The fingers sketched unconsciously, drawing strange runes in the air.

These days, horse idiots forge swords, and Zhou Kao has not been idle, while studying the secrets of fighting battles, while reforming to the pure method.

Compared with the magic sword, it is so rare to use negative energy as its power. The Zhijing method, which eliminates evil thoughts and improves cultivation, is common in Honghuang.

Today's mainstream practice method of Taoism is the golden elixir road passed down by Lao Tzu, which is too forgetful to cut off the seven emotions and six desires.

Even among the methods of sanctification handed down by the Taoist ancestors, there is also the method of the three corpses proving the Tao.

After killing the three corpses in the body, cut the good and evil self.

So there are too many references.

With the blessing of the Eight Scenery Lanterns, the Zhou Exam was deduced very quickly.

Gradually, with some clues, you can cut out your own evil thoughts, which can be regarded as an ultra-simplified version of killing the three corpses.

Calculating to a certain point, Zhou Kao just stopped to let his high-speed brain rest for a while, and went to the group to chat with Tu Shan Yaya and Zhao Linger, two little girls, to relax, and wait for the new big meal to arrive.

But after waiting left and right, Lin Mo didn't come over.

Curious in my heart, I pinched my fingers and counted, and my complexion suddenly changed.

With a vertical movement of the body, it turned into a cloud of fresh air.

The method of escaping yin and yang, handed down by Laojun himself, is incarnated between yin and yang in the world, and its speed is comparable to that of Kunpeng in the same realm.

At the same time, on the shore of the East China Sea, a white dragon rolled, its tail flicked, dark clouds rolled, heavy rain poured down, the river toppled the sea, and countless shrimp soldiers and crab generals under it were threatening.

The golden circle in Lin Mo's hand is rippling, calming the turmoil in the world, and his clothes are fluttering. Although his figure is delicate, he is not weak in the face of the torrential flood, and he will never give up.

But the cultivation level of this white dragon is obviously higher than that of Lin Mo. Even if Lin Mo has a spirit treasure in his hand, he is far from being an opponent.

As soon as the dragon claw grabbed it, the golden ring exploded!

Lin Mo's body swayed, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he fell down.

Wu Xuan and Chun Yushan hurried forward, but before they could save Lin Mo, they were captured by a group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals.

Bai Long rolled over and held Lin Mo tightly in his hands.

Until a ray of starlight fell from the sky and fell on Bailong's body, blood burst out, and Bailong let out a scream.

In a vast starlight, all the shrimp soldiers and crabs were driven back, and Lin Mo fell into a warm embrace.

(End of this chapter)