Museum of Demons

Break the rules, destroy the Dao, and there will be no Dao fruit in the world since then!

Then, when the time comes, Emperor Wa will be one of the only remaining Dao Fruits. Even if anyone wants to make a move, it will be useless. How dare a mere realm below Dao Fruit make a move against Dao Fruit?

It seems that there is only one step away from the level of Dao Fruit, but in fact it is so close, almost like cloud and mud. No matter how powerful Dao Fruit is, the first level is definitely not the opponent of Dao Fruit.

Only Wei Yuan, whose background has reached the limit, has a slight possibility.

And Wei Yuan knew that no more Dao fruit might not be Fu Yi's ultimate goal.

There is a high probability that he will directly lock the upper limit of sentient beings.

Locked to such a degree that even if all the powerful people from the heavens and myriad worlds join forces, they will not be able to shake Emperor Wa a little bit.

Only then can you feel at ease.

Perhaps at that time, the limit of sentient beings will finally be set by Fu Yi to the level of the land gods who can only reach Taoism, the ordinary mountain gods and water gods of the wilderness and mountains and seas. fracture.

Everyone would think that immortality is the limit to ascend to immortality.

The gods who control the water sources of the earth's veins and the mighty power of the heavens and the earth are already unfathomable.

On top of it, mythological concepts, layers of laws, and many Dao fruits have all become distant legends.

The day when even the legends were finally lost.

Fu Yi will stand tall, overlooking everything indifferently.

[Fate] The clone is shocked.

The black-haired Taoist lowered his eyes, looked at Yi in the cup, and did not answer Fu Yi's words.

The white-clothed man just smiled gently, as if he was not the one who said that he wanted to block the upper limit of the world and knock down all the strong. Holding a wine glass, he wrote lightly: "Wei Yuan, do you want to come together and help me?"

The black-haired Taoist smiled.

"If I say no.

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"Will you knock down my realm now?"

Fu Yi laughed loudly: "Just kidding, I'm just a doppelganger now, just a piece of paper man. I'm not your opponent. How can I knock down your realm?"

"But I really want to know, why did you reject me?"

"Don't you want to make Awa safe enough? Don't you want to make the one you love safe?"

"You and I work together, the so-called heroes in this world are just things in the palm of their hands. They all have their own great wishes and ideals, just like the flowers on the branches, but there are thorns everywhere. The wooden thorns are just smoothed out.

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"I didn't kill them, I could keep them alive.

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"Or, in your eyes, power is above everything else, more important than everything else?"

The young man in white asked with a smile.

The black-haired Taoist said calmly: "What you hope is that there will be no more disputes.

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“Of course I agree with that.

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"However, if you think that the way to achieve no more disputes is to abolish all the creatures that can cause disputes, I don't agree with such a method. It is reasonable to establish an order to stop these chaotic activities and maintain peace.

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Fu Yi laughed loudly: "Order?"

The golden vertical pupils are cold and burning with flames:

"Whose order?"

"What I say is also my order.

The black-haired Taoist voice was flat: "It is the order of all living beings, not your power."

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Fu Yi laughed loudly: "You say I am powerful?"

Holding the wine glass, he stood up calmly, with black hair hanging down his back, and said lightly:

"Maybe you think that respecting the wishes of the so-called sentient beings is what you should do, or maybe you don't care about using your own power to surpass the heroes at all. I really think we are very similar, because we used to be the same, I I have had such thoughts before.

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"I never thought of fighting for hegemony, nor did I plan to rule the roost by strength.

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"How is the turbidity, what are the sentient beings, but what does it have to do with me, what do I do?"

"I only want Xiaojiu to walk in the world with Awa in the three thousand worlds, and even when Awa created the world, I don't want to, because you human race will become an anchor in Awa's heart and will drag you down. I took her on a journey to a different world.

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"But I paid the price.

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Fu Yiping stared indifferently at his nephew who used to be very similar to himself.

He said lightly. "Power? Open your eyes and look at this world. King Yuan Shi, those who hold sharp weapons in their hands are naturally murderous; Look at me; those with extraordinary power will do whatever they want.

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"Morality is the shackles that the weak desire to bind the strong; freedom is the excuse that the strong want to trample on the order, but if there is a desire, there is a demand, and those who have the demand can kill with a sword, but all beings have no sword in their hands. Only when there is no desire in the heart can the world be peaceful.

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The young man in white drank his last glass of wine.

He looked at the black-haired Taoist in front of him.

It's like looking at yourself six thousand years ago.

With a smile, he spoke in a warm voice, and said lightly:

"I will make all living beings have no swords in their hands, so that there will be no killing; I will make the world have no extraordinary talents, and there will be no sages who are arrogant and mortals will suffer; I will make the sages die and the robbers will stop; I will make all beings have no desires and no pleasure. , don't indulge in lust, don't fall into fear, don't have to fight and fight, you can have a full stomach and sleep peacefully every day, and your mind is at peace.

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"What's so wrong?" The black-haired Taoist lowered his eyes and said flatly:

"I can trust you, I can even cooperate with you in falling into the world and abandoning the Dao, cause and effect to me is nothing but a foreign object, only the sword and me, and there is no attachment.

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"But one thing.

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The black-haired Taoist raised his eyes, looked at Fu Yi, and said:

"Can you also knock down the Dao fruit of you and Emperor Wa?"

There was a thunder on the ground!

When these words were uttered, the entire mountaintop was instantly chilled, almost like a heavy snowfall, the extreme depth of winter, freezing everything, and even the vast sea of ​​clouds, rolling and rolling, stagnated at this moment, [Fate 】I almost felt that my blood was frozen, and felt that something cold and domineering almost completely froze myself.

That is killing intent.

The ultimate killing intent.

The black-haired Taoist seemed completely unaware of the real killing intent.

Two strands of black hair hang down from the temples, falling after the breeze. His eyes are peaceful and his face is quiet. Sitting on the bluestone, he has a plain demeanor. Looking at Fu Yi, he just said indifferently: "If this is not the case, all living beings will fall into mediocrity, and You are on top.

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"It's not a world of equality, it's just a dictatorship of you alone.

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"There is no sword in the hands of all living beings, and you are alone in charge of the magic weapon. Everything is just a plaything in your hands. How about it, if you can do it, I will help you.

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The oppressive atmosphere in an instant is like being underwater.

[Fate] felt a crazy feeling.

That kind of oppressive feeling made the green-clothed scribes feel their scalps go numb.

Crazy, the other one is also crazy!

Five thousand years of reincarnation, has experienced countless troubled times, and has also witnessed the destruction of heaven and earth.

Even if such a person behaves rationally, is he really a normal person?

A normal person on the surface, isn’t there the turbulent waves in my heart that turned upside down that day and I am alone?

[Fate] gave me the answer in my heart.

No way.

The repression and madness at this moment, and the madness under such a repressed aura

The confrontation and surge of energy running around was like a wave of murderous intent, and the avatar of [Fate] just felt a splitting headache. In such a scene, only his own body could stand here stably.

Then instead of feeling panicked, you can live in peace with these two crazy guys, right?

I am just a [clone], a clone that bears part of the power of the main body and shoulders tasks, that's all, I'm just a clone, I really can't do anything!

I do not know anything.

Because I'm just a poor, weak, and helpless clone!

Why are you making me sit here?!

God, earth!

Why is this? At this moment, [Fate]'s thinking suddenly froze.

It's like a certain mechanism button is suddenly pressed down, or maybe the camera or the TV that is playing some colorful ornaments is suddenly pressed the pause button. The wind whistling and whistling in the sky, the leaves in the mountains, through the gaps of the leaves, falling on the ground little by little spots of light.

Even in the Taoist temple on the mountainside, Zhang Sanfeng was teaching the young disciples the sound of reading.

Everything stopped.

In sight, only the black-haired Taoist and the young man in white were left talking.

Stone table, stone bench.

There are three stone benches.

One of them was facing his own direction, and he could almost see the tracks of the rocks, and the imprints left by the years carved on the rocks.

Oh, there are three stools.

The seat transformed into bluestone was created by Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan has one place for himself, and Fu Yi has one, so is there a third guest? Oh oh, who is the last guest?

[Fate] Thinking so.

His consciousness suddenly froze.

Then it broke.

It was as if a piece of colored glass had been broken, and everything I saw in front of me was shattered.

Instead, everything is more colorful, more brilliant and more agile! [Fate] stopped thinking.

A new consciousness appeared in his mind.

The face of the green-clothed scribe never showed even a moment of hesitation or confusion~www.readwn.com~ It seemed that he had experienced fragmentation and reorganization at that moment, and the wind from thousands of years ago was swirling and whistling, and the green-shirted scribe The original body dissipated and turned into clouds, and the clouds seemed to be shrouded by countless laws, as if a portal had been constructed.

Kind of like a modern door.

squeak--

I heard the sound of the lock cylinder turning slightly.

The door of fate opened, and a scholar in green shirt stepped out.

With a calm smile on his face, eyes as bright as morning stars, and a gentle face, he walked to the stone table step by step.

The corners of his mouth curled up little by little, revealing a gentle and bright yet crazily hidden smile:

"Yuanshi Tianzun, Yuanchu Yin and Yang."

"first meet."

"Next, [Fate]"

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