Be a reckless man in the martial arts word game

Chapter 567 Tribute to the legendary tyrant
He couldn't tell what it felt like. Rather than feeling sad for Zhu Shaosi, Chu Jun felt more of an unreal sense of separation in his heart.

"Is it really thirty years later that I came? Then why can't I feel any of the clones in this world? Have they also been liquidated? Then why can't I recover the power of each clone?"

Chu Junhui had too many questions in his mind. He did not stay in Maokou City for a long time. He and Qi Liangxia went to worship in front of Zhu Shaosi's tomb before leaving.

"If this is really the future... then we will definitely meet again, I promise."

After leaving Mao Kou City, Chu Jun looked up at the sky, and countless stars flashed in his eyes.

Among the thousands of complicated horoscopes, he found the one he wanted.

"The location of the old capital of Qi is..."

……

Linzi is as lively as ever, and not much has changed in the past thirty years.

There is a new master living in the palace, but this one is far inferior to the old master of Qi. He has not even consolidated the fate of the country. He is just a small person in the mountains, and he only controls sixteen cities.

Chu Junhui easily controlled him and learned about the past development and current situation of the world from his mouth.

Taoism itself was crippled in the Battle of Bai Yujing. Later, it was taken care of by the female monarch, and all the money was lost. It was quickly defeated in the struggle among the three religions.

The national destiny that the female monarch had united was shattered by the saint. From then on, the world was in chaos for twenty years.

These twenty years were also the two decades of conflict between Confucianism and Buddhism. Before the end of his life, the Confucian saint died together with Buddha. Later, the Buddhist Pure World Bodhisattva and the Confucian Nianshi Sage took over the great cause of the two religions.

They decided the winner twenty years later. Buddhism's method of reincarnation could not exert much advantage in the fierce confrontation in just twenty years, and it was far inferior to the huge foundation of Confucianism.

Moreover, Confucianism has cultivated many demon-obsessed people who specialize in killing demons. At the end of the war, almost all the disciples of the Buddhist sect lost their souls and had no chance of normal reincarnation.

When the three religions competed, Confucianism won.

Confucianism needs to cultivate awe-inspiring spirit and support the new dynasty. However, the battle between the Queen and the Queen left many people with lingering fears. They did not want anyone to be able to gather that level of national fortune again.

Therefore, Confucianism divided the world into hundreds of kingdoms, and they appointed their leaders, and did not allow the leaders of each country to expand their territory without authorization.

The mountain and sea realm has become the center connecting the world, and it has also become the only holy place in the hearts of warriors in the world.

"Confucianism won?" Chu Jun replied not believing it.

It's unreasonable that even if everyone can play with time, Confucianism can still win.

"Unless this is not a real time travel..."

Chu Junhui's eyes were full of whiteness, and he used his natural whiteness magic method to see the world.

The results showed that everything he saw was real, the flowers were flowers, the grass was grass, and there was no possibility of it being an illusion.

The only flaw is the new king in Linzi.

In order to collect the wool, Chu Junhui planned to knock the man unconscious when he left, but the strange thing was that even if he successfully knocked the man unconscious, he could not gain new divine will.

He thought that his sap technique was unfamiliar, so he changed to a more direct method.

——Kill the new king and then resurrect with a false dream.

What puzzled Chu Jun Hui was that he still didn't get any divine will, and Wan Ren Zhang Tian's judgment failed again.

"Is it my problem or this new king's problem..."

In order to understand this matter, Chu Junhui left the palace, went to Linzi and randomly selected a Jianshanjing, and repeated the above process.

Turns out - he was the problem.

Even if he was in a different situation, he still couldn't get anything.

Chu Jun panicked. He tried to use stargazing to figure out what was wrong with him, but the results presented to him by the stars made his hands and feet go cold.

"The Demon Lord is dead."

……

If the Demon Lord is dead to this world, then...

who am I?
After that, Chu Junhui discovered more things that were wrong. He won't feel hungry if he doesn't eat, his internal strength and Qi and blood will never increase, he won't feel the passage of life, he won't forget anything in his life, and he won't even need to sleep.

The black mobile phone was not lost, but it seemed to be out of battery and could not be turned on no matter what.

In his Qiankun bag, a hundred pages of human books disappeared inexplicably.

Except for the blind man in Mao Kou City, no one in the whole world recognized his identity.

When Chu Jun returned to Huishan, Xiaoleiyin Temple had long become a deserted temple. He saw no one, only a few withered graves.

The entire Mahavira Hall was empty, and all the Buddha statues, whether they were gold mixed with copper or copper mixed with gold, had been moved away.

There is nothing good in this world, as long as the secret of heaven is clear, everything can be calculated.

Chu Jun returned to all the old places he had been to before. He didn't see many of the old people, but he saw a lot of demon-carrying people in the world.

It was one of the few things that gave him a sense of comfort.

Nowadays, martial arts are prevalent in the world. It is not uncommon to see mountains and mountain climbing. This shows that his efforts to spread martial arts around the world were not in vain. This is the trace of his existence in this world.

If Wanren Zhangtian can be used now, he may really be able to collect the amount of Wanren Zhangtian.

But he doesn't have much enthusiasm for this matter now.

So what if I'm number one in the world?

So what if you beat yourself to the top of the mountain?

Does it all make sense?

Dongtian Paradise was destroyed by Confucianism, and the 3,700-year-old Yanshan Sanren were wiped out under the laws of heaven. No one in the world could understand Chu Junhui's loneliness at this time.

He missed his hometown like never before.

But he can't go back... Nujun destroyed the ancestral court of the three religions in that battle and helped the player complete the ultimate mission. Everyone who should go back went back.

Those who cannot go back will never go back.

"Resurrection of Lao Zhu in the same way that Song Jiaxian resurrected Wei Chen?"

"Forget it, I can't tell whether this world is real or fake, so what can I do if I resurrect her..."

Chu Junhui was not sure how long he could maintain his sanity in such a confusing situation.

He felt that he had to find something to do for himself.

After a lot of effort, he disguised himself as the king of a certain country and sneaked into the newly built mountain and sea realm of Confucianism.

There he set off the fire that he had not set off thirty years ago.

Burning books and humiliating Confucians are two things done at the same time.

Pay tribute to the legendary tyrant-Zhu Shaosi.

It's a pity that he has no chance to experience the saint's methods.

But even if there is no saint sitting in charge, Confucianism cannot let him kill him alone. Under the joint encirclement and suppression by the Holy Lord of the year and several top mountain realms, Chu Junhui exhausted all his means, shed blood for thousands of miles, and finally died.

Before taking his last breath, he finally heard the words he wanted to hear.

"Demon Lord...it's time to hit the road."

"If you can really free me..." Chu Junhui had an unknown smile on his face.

When he was young, the Holy Lord turned his seal into a sword, struck down with one sword, and beheaded the Demon Lord.

He drew the sword out again and pierced his heart again.

Demon Lord, die!

(End of this chapter)