The glorious era of the king of the world

Chapter 176 The seven volumes of heavenly books are combined into one, and the list of gods will be released! (Please subscribe)
A thin piece of snow fell along the black city wall and landed on Su Yi outside the city.

Along with this snow fell, there was also a short wooden stick.

The wooden stick broke through the wind without a sound, and even the obstructed and uncomfortable breath between the heaven and the earth was not affected in any way, following the flow of the wind and snow in nature, without a trace.

The chirping of cicadas merged with the large formation of blocks.

This is normal. Before she became the third gentleman of the academy, she had another identity, Lin Wu, the leader of the Demon Sect!

The barrier itself is the Demon Sect's mountain-protecting formation.

Su Yi looked at Tiandi Yuanqi who was gradually stiffening and said:

"I can master all the magical powers you use, and I am superior to them. Why do you need to do something in vain?"

"This is not a futile matter, but a matter of the academy!"

Mr. Big jumped up, raised the wooden stick high, and smashed it down hard.

This wooden stick seemed simple and ordinary, but in his opinion, it was more amazing than the block formation - he had only learned to fight a few days ago, and now he was able to perform at such a level.

In terms of speed of learning, who in this world can match this man?
Li Manchuan is not slow at all, he just accumulates experience and becomes faster in the later stages.

But Su Yi is faster!
"That's right. If you want to win, you don't necessarily have to have strength and capital. What's more important is confidence and courage. If you give up, you will definitely lose. If you try, you still have a chance."

Su Yi raised his sword to face the wind and snow in front of him. The shrill cicada's name merged with the wind and snow blocks, turning into a pair of thin cicada wings. When the two wings joined together, it was the other world.

Su Yi is very good at fighting. He has been studying this since he came to the Supreme Being. He learns quickly and learns steadily.

He fought many fights, won many, and lost several. For example, some shameless people used their realm to suppress him, forcing him to give up fighting and run for his life.

But he is still alive now, his sword is sharp, and he stands proudly in the world.

Temporary failure does not mean anything, the winner is the one who survives until the end.

A force different from Haotian's rules blocked Su Yi's sword.

The Dao sword broke through the wind and stabbed the snow, cutting away the rules of the demon, making a clicking sound.

The sword energy spreads vertically and horizontally, all over the sky.

Then he clicked on the wooden stick in the seemingly empty falling snow.

This is the second encounter between the sword and the stick after coming to Chang'an City.

It is completely different from the shocking scene of falling snow all over the city when they met for the first time. This time, the encounter between the sword and the stick is so peaceful and gentle, just like the first snow falling into the lake, which is about to melt.

The thousands of stones in front of the south gate exude a craggy and hard aura, and when the swords and sticks meet, a very soft aura instantly dilutes the aura of the blocks.

The swords and sticks meet in the air, meet at a point, and stand still. In the tens of feet of space around that point, everything is still, whether it is wind or snow.

The snowflakes stopped falling and stood still in the air, making the scene look particularly strange. Then the snowflakes broke into pieces, starting from the edges and ending in the center of the snowflakes, breaking into the finest powder.

Powder-like snowflakes fell one after another and sprinkled on Su Yi and senior brother.

There were countless more cracks on the padded jacket of the senior brother, and blood flowed out again.

There was wind and snow rising from the ground, blowing around him, like a pair of invisible wings, pushing his scarred body back like drifting snow, exiting the barrier and entering Chang'an City.

Su Yi frowned slightly, a little surprised.

"The block formation and the Demon Sect's mountain-protecting formation are just not bad in front of me."

Su Yi waved his sleeves, curling up the wind and snow like a sword, showing off his sharp edge.

Beside the official road.A boulder weighing tens of thousands of kilograms.

It dances with the wind and snow, not like a boulder, but like a small pebble.

The power of thought wrapped it up, and the snowflakes were like extremely sharp knives, rolling up the boulder, and the sound of cracking was heard.

Bits and pieces fell far away in the fields far away.

He stepped forward again, and another huge boulder flew up and was penetrated. The sword swept across and turned into rubble.

He walked towards the city gate.

Walk all the way.

During this period, Cicada's reputation continued, and iron swords flew up and attacked.

Every step caused ripples, the wind and snow stirred up, cicadas shattered, and swords cracked.

The wooden stick flew out again and again, and scarlet blood stained the snow.

Along the way, rocks were flying and the formation was destroyed, wind and snow aggravated the body, and swords broke the formation.

Why pour the block?
Back then, Ke Haoran entered the Demon Sect's mountain gate and broke it with his sword.

He also broke it with his sword.

The block formation in the south of the city was ultimately far less powerful than the block formation at the bottom of Daming Lake.

And in a sense, he can also be the leader of the Demon Sect. After the Demon Sect was destroyed, most of the Demon Sect's disciples submitted to his Moon Worship Sect.

He has studied the Demon Sect very deeply, and he knows that the real barrier must be a world composed entirely of stubborn stones. Although there are thousands of stubborn stones in the south of the city, it is not a world.

Not a complete world, there is space.

There is space.Then you can walk and have more space.

"The Block Barrier Formation is not bad, so gentlemen, please try my Fan Cong Divine Formation!"

There was the sound of falling rocks outside the city, the wind and snow were gradually blowing, and the sword energy moved vertically and horizontally, forming a prison cage.

Fan Cong's formation comes out!
The sound of the cicada stopped, the sword energy broke, and even Mr. Da couldn't break free for a while.

On the city wall, there were snowflakes between Mo Shanshan's temples, blood was overflowing from the corner of his lips, and his face was slightly pale.

Su Yi put his hands behind his back.While strolling in the courtyard, the barrier array was broken.

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Entering the south gate, you enter Chang'an City.

There was not a single pedestrian on Suzaku Avenue, it was extremely quiet, only the snow kept falling.

Su Yi walked on the straight Suzaku Avenue.Looks relaxed.

He looked at the buildings beside the road and the sculptures in the middle of the street that were not completely covered by the snow.Looking at those black cornices and old snow-covered tiles, I feel like an ordinary tourist.

A wooden stick came to him perseveringly.

But the figure wearing a shabby cotton jacket did not show up.

"Being your junior brother is such a lucky thing!" Su Yi stopped and looked at the wooden stick in front of him and said.

"Actually, you should know very well that the main purpose of this battle with me is for the Mingzi Scroll." Su Yi said to himself without expecting him to reply.

Killing Sangsang was not an important thing to Su Yi, and he had never even thought about it, but he would not hesitate to seize Sangsang's godhead.

The most important thing is to collect the seven volumes of heavenly books, and the most important thing is to create the real list of gods.

The six volumes of Heavenly Books kept by Dao Sect are already in his hands, and there is another volume in Tianyuan's hand, inserted in the waist of the senior brother. If Su Yi wants to collect seven volumes of Heavenly Books, he cannot get around him.

From the very beginning of this battle, Mr. Da knew that he would lose to Su Yi of course.

So of course he wouldn't take the Mingzi scroll with him, which would be tantamount to devoting both hands to the other party.

Su Yi said: "I came to Chang'an, naturally the Mingzi scroll is in my hands?!"

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The meadow in front of the academy was still green in late winter, where Su Yi set foot.

He has been teaching here for a while and is very familiar with it.

On the streets of Chang'an, a large cage formation connected with the Jingshen Formation trapped the three of them in place, unable to move.

It is too difficult to make them lose their fighting ability.

It’s not like he can kill them. Anyway, he is friends with the Master and his disciples are his nephews. There is no need to
Su Yi appeared in front of the academy and walked inside.

No one can stop him.

The female mathematics professor in a green cloth coat with a bamboo broom fell down.

Professor Huang He, who was still recovering from his injuries, could not move at all.The cloud formation breaks without wind.

Su Yi came to the cliff at the back of the academy. There were no cattle, no white geese, and no waterwheels on the stream. There was only the Fangjing Lake and the houses in the woods beside the lake. It was quiet but unpopular.

It was very different from the scenes he had seen before.

There is a place in the academy that has the largest collection of books, and that is a cliff cave.

When Su Yi came to the cliff cave, he discovered that there were people in the back hill of the academy.

That is a scholar.

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The cliff cave is very high, and there are birds flying in and out above it.There is a two-story wooden building on the gentle slope outside the cliff. There is a square desk in front of the building, and an old scholar with gray hair behind the desk.

Except for the Master, no one knows how many years this old scholar has stayed in the back mountain of the academy. No one knows his surname or how old he is. From Ke Haoran to Ning Que, people in the back mountain only know that the old scholar has been there all this time. Reading, copying, and memorizing books here, the wind and rain never stop, everything is difficult to disturb.

The academy calls him a scholar, and he is a scholar of the academy.

There are bookshelves about ten feet high on both sides of the cliff cave. They are densely packed with tens of millions of books that are vast and difficult to read.

Su Yi ran his fingertips across the books, and the smell of books made him very friendly.

If time is too tight, he must sit down and read.

"Hello." Su Yi said to the scholar.

The scholar holds an old book in his left hand and a half-bald brush in his right hand. He has maintained this image for a long time.

Being addicted to book annotations and being unable to extricate yourself is what an academy is.

But when he heard Su Yi's voice, he still raised his head,
"I've seen the sect master!"

He is a scholar and deserves respect for the great sages who created the literary system.

On that day, he also listened to Su Yi's sermon and understood Haoran's true meaning. Later, he followed the Master to create a literary way.

Therefore, I am willing to honor Su Yi as the leader.

This is a ceremony!
Even now Su Yi is the enemy of the academy.

"Reading is good, and you are wise and enlightened."

Although he is young, he has spent many books in Liansheng's memory and in Zhishouguan's library.

Compared with my previous life when I took a nap in class, I don’t know how much stronger I am.

Even he himself felt surprised. If he had this posture in his previous life, Qingbei would have had the skills to do it.

Su Yi thought about how he had changed so much since he was the same person. Where did the lazy fat man from his previous life go?
After thinking about it for a long time, I realized that he was always there.

It was just something unique that transformed him.

It can be said to be passion, it can also be said to be the future, or uncertainty.

Compared with the ordinary and comfortable life in his previous life, where the end point could be seen at a glance, here, although God's will is profound, the world is far away, and life and death are uncertain, it is obvious that this kind of life is what he dreams of.

"Okay, old gentleman, give me the Book of Heaven."

The old Confucian scholar held a writing brush in one hand and took out a page of paper with the other hand. He looked at Su Yi for a while and said firmly, "No."

The old Confucian scholar used a brush to leave traces heavily on the paper and wrote a big word "书".

In an instant, Haoran Zhengqi rushed in and resonated with the collection of books in the academy. The sea of ​​books was vast, including rare classics and popular books such as Miscellaneous Notes on Two Capitals. The number was incalculable.

At this moment, everyone is blooming with their own brilliance, and they want to compete with God!

"Seal!" Su Yi spit out one word.

The Haoran Dao pattern that banned Haotian in the past appeared here.

Simple Haoran's words can't suppress him, he can only combine two different five realms.

The words were sealed on the paper and had no charm at all.

"Studying can't just lie here and read dead books. You should go out for a walk and see all the countries in the world."

"No, there are only two countries now!"

The scholar was silent for a long time, and saluted Su Yi seriously as he left, "I sincerely follow the teachings of the bishop."

He walked up the stairs to a row of bookshelves on the fourth floor and pulled out a book. It was like a person who wanted to read a book randomly pulled out a book and read it without making any selection.

That book is Tianshu Mingzi Juan.

He opened the book in front of the scholar.

The aura of the Heavenly Book and the Mingzi Scroll is not something that belongs to the human world, so it will naturally drift towards the sky.

If this breath is allowed to finally touch the sky, it will reveal signs that can be seen by everyone in the world in a strange way, thus announcing its enlightenment to the world.

The first sentence of the opening is: The bright one is the sun and the moon.

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"The cycle of the sun and the moon, the blending of light and darkness. The endless cycle of life and death, the principle of nature."

"Natural reason is called the way."

"Tao is derived from law."

"At the end of the Dharma, night falls and the moon appears." This is the language of the Mingzi scroll in the original work.

But now Su Yi is reading the Book of Heaven, and the last sentence has become the Dharma entering the world, the stars come out, the moon comes, and the heaven appears.

"Interesting, it's so interesting." Su Yi said with a hint of fun.

"Is this the Book of Heaven's Mingzi Scroll!"

"No wonder Master praised this book."

"It's not like a prophecy, but it's a bit similar to Haotian's time rules. It uses the existing information to deduce the future."

"It's not very accurate, but the general direction won't be too wrong. After all, it's just a few short pieces of information."

"He got the seven volumes of heavenly books."

Sangsang said, her face was slightly pale, and she seemed a little afraid.

Ning Que laughed: "If you collect all seven dragon balls, you can summon the dragon god. What can you do if you collect all seven volumes of heavenly books? Summon Haotian? If he really wants to do this, just ignore him."

He did not take off the iron bow on his shoulder because the Yuan Thirteen Arrows had already been shot, and he had a vague feeling that even with the help of the Jingshen Formation, the Yuan Thirteen Arrows would hardly threaten Su Yi now.

The Seven Scrolls of Heaven are finally together, what does that mean?
The academy has been speculating on this matter, but there has been no result. Except for Su Yi, no one knows the function of the seven volumes of heavenly books. Of course, Sangsang knows it very well.

"How was I born?"

"You? You were born by your mother."

"Now is not the time for jokes."

"I'm a little nervous right now."

After a moment of silence, Ning Que said, "You have to allow me to make some jokes."

Sangsang said blankly, "I won't allow it."

"Okay...if you are talking about Haotian, it is a collection of rules, created from chaos."

"No, I am a combination of objective rules and human subjective beliefs."

"Then?"

"I am the choice of human beings." Sangsang turned to look at him and said, "Since this is the case, when human beings choose me, why don't they leave some means to check and balance me?"

Ning Que was silent.

He knew what Sangsang said was true.

Countless years ago, the gambler who founded the Daomen made a bet on behalf of human beings, and handed over the whole world to Haotian to protect, so he probably arranged for it in advance.

According to legend, the seven volumes of heavenly scriptures in Zhishou Temple are the crystallization of Haotian's will, or Haotian's gift to human beings. In fact, it is the real control method of Taoism over this world.

(End of this chapter)