I am the leader of Huangquan

Chapter 111 The Torrent of Destiny
The young man smiled and said:

"Teacher, the big waves wash the sand, and the times make heroes."

"Today's era is an unprecedented era."

"In this era, there is a sage who has never been seen in 100,000 years. He wants to quell the beast disaster, kill the emperor, and fix the evil disaster! If everything described in it is realized, the people of the world will be happy!"

"Save the troubled world from the turmoil, and save the people from the troubled times!"

He gently stroked Mu Jiqiu's head, "Son, you are the most qualified and kind-hearted junior I have ever seen. I was going to pave the way for you, sleep the last chance of life, protect the way and equalize the evil and troubled times, but now I can't do it again." I will accompany you, and I will pave the way for this person, even though that person is still weak, I will use the last afterglow to cut out the light of Jingzhou for him."

"Master." Mu Jiqiu was reluctant.

"Remember to come to Jinghuang City to watch an unprecedented drama!" He turned into a scarlet sky and soared into the sky, his laughter resounded throughout the mountains, rivers and oceans, sweeping all the way through the forests and oceans.

"The wishes of billions of mortals in Jingzhou from ancient times to the present will finally be realized!"

One of Jingzhou Fanguo, Qingguo.

"Several cities have fallen."

In the study room of King Fan, a tired middle-aged man in a yellow robe was reviewing the memorials. He had been unable to sleep for several days looking at the dynasty that was constantly falling.

Behind the evil disasters, they are still deeply attacked by major evil disasters.

The people's lives were devastated, and the entire Jingzhou practice world became more and more turbulent, and extremely heavy dark clouds lingered over all mortals.

"Those mountain spirits, what are they?"

"Before, the mountain spirit rescued some cities, but not long after, the fairy gate in the sky exposed that the mountain spirit killed people, and beheaded him for public display? Rebuked him for being evil?"

Qinghuang sighed, his expression was pale and tired, he really couldn't understand.

At this time, a mountain spirit approached slowly and entered the study, as if a ray of Buddha light had poured into the window sill, he who was clothed in golden light smiled gently and said:
"The fairy gate is too high and far away. They don't know the sufferings of the world, but you don't understand. As the emperor of mortal countries and the king of people who can't practice, what's the use of all efforts to reduce deaths and injuries? If you don't cut the root, you can't open a new one. The road can only be like this forever."

An hour later, only the Emperor with a shocked face and two volumes of books were left, which he kept flipping through with trembling hands.

In it he saw an earth-shattering plan.

"Hahahahaha!" After a long time, he suddenly laughed.

Soon, he recruited the prince of Fan Kingdom and threw the scroll and plan to him.

When the prince read one of the volumes [The Past of the Human Mountain Spirit], he felt that the whole world view was subverted, as if he had seen the cruelest truth in the whole world.

"How could it be true?"

The prince was in dizzy confusion, "The mountain spirits all over the mountains and plains were once mortals? Did the fairy gates in the sky cast a curse? There are countless iron proofs in it, even going back to the origin of miscellaneous spirit roots?"

"It doesn't matter whether it's a lie or not. The most important thing is that someone believes in this story. These 'iron evidence' are enough." Qinghuang smiled coldly and said, "This is our only chance."

"But if I do this, Xianmen will not let me go. After today, I will die without life."

Qinghuang stroked the child's head.

"You hate the compromise and mediocrity of being a father. You have flattered those high-ranking monks all the year round, but you never thought that I was once a prince full of dreams."

"My dream before 20 years old was to benefit the common people in the world, and my dream after 20 years old is to live on."

He grinned, grinning cruelly.

No one knows how much compromise his position requires.

On the surface, he is the emperor in charge of mortals for the immortal sect, but in fact he is just a tool to vent his anger.

It is true that some of the monks who go out to practice are decent, but some of them are buried dirty. After their monks come down, they look at their wives and daughters, as well as various practices and requirements, so that they can recruit all kinds of beauties.

The law can restrict mortals, but who will arrest them?
He thought that he was used to these painful tortures and was destined to live a life of darkness, but the hope of resisting those guys appeared in front of him.

This period of time is too miserable.

"Hehehehe."

He couldn't help chuckling.

"Did you see it, did you see it, ancestors! There is actually a mortal without spiritual roots who has set foot on the road of cultivation! He wants to give life to all mortals in the world. This is our only hope! No more slaves! No more! No matter how hard we live! We also have a chance to live forever!"

His suppressed emotions erupted like a tsunami! !

"It turns out that destiny can be changed!"

"This is the only hope of the ages. We will not let that great Confucian sage fight alone."

"The price we pay now is just the lives of us mortals."

"This is a counterattack by the weak in the world."

On this day, the lord of the mortal kingdoms secretly summoned trusted Confucian scholars and monks, and began to secretly act in each mortal kingdom.

"The world changes, and there is no war without bloodshed. The bloodshed can start in Jingzhou." An old man shook his hands, "My lord, I can see a new future!"

The earth is surging.

The frontlines of the entire catastrophe were devastated, and the major monks were still fighting on the frontlines.

"It's already the seventh stop."

Above a huge cloud, a taciturn swordsman stroked his long knife silently, and beside him was a man in black with a mountain spirit in a cloak.

"As expected of a mortal Confucian sage, his level is so low, but his appeal is so strong."

The middle-aged swordsman smiled, "Among those countries, the mortal emperors who ruled various cities and could not practice, heard of your existence, and all of them were willing to shed their heads, shed their blood, and die for you. They knew they would die. .”

"Because I am also them, and I am also a mortal who cannot practice."

"They have suffered too much. The moment they see hope, they instinctively grasp hope. No matter how low my level is, I have also taken an unprecedented road, allowing them to see the dawn."

"They are all willing to die with their dreams in mind, hoping that their descendants will be free from suffering. There have been many sages in mortal dynasties throughout history. Great Confucians like me are constantly dealing with and struggling with the immortal sect to survive for the common people."

Wu Lang sighed: "But doing so means that the heavier I carry, the more I carry their mission and expectations, the more I have to open up a future."

He bowed his head again, silent.

"The stage is almost all arranged, the layout of the various places is almost done, and everything that can be done has been done." With the wind whistling in his ears, Wu Lang lowered his head and looked at the huge and gorgeous fairy city that was about to arrive in the distance, Jinghuang City.

(End of this chapter)