"You seem to be very concerned about this battle between sages in my mountain?"
The palace on the top of the holy mountain is wrapped in clouds and mist, but there is not even a trace of water mist invading the palace.
On the contrary, compared to the cold and cold Yijihe Holy Land, Daojun's palace is spacious and bright, and even has sunshine.
The sun shone lazily on the gray robe, making the old Taoist king look a little more lazy.
Compared with the wrathful war between the country and the country, Daojun seems to be aloof from the world and is confined to the tranquility of a small world.
There was a bit of curiosity in his eyes, and he looked at the Lord who was also lying on his side.
For a cultivator of Daojun's level, it is difficult for him to be interested in many things, but Daojun is indeed somewhat curious about His Majesty's arrival.
After all, Your Majesty is a great cultivator at the same level as him and will not do meaningless things.
"Actually, I just wanted to come over and ask if you could help me curse Emperor Golden Crow, Emperor Jing, and Li Guang to death..."
"cannot!"
Before your Majesty could finish speaking, Daojun directly interrupted the other party and directly stated the answer.
"Please!" Your Majesty said.
"Then you first pluck out your eyeballs and give them to me," Daojun said seriously.
"Don't mess with my body," Your Majesty said unhappily.
"You were the one who had the idea first." Daojun shrugged and said, "As long as I kill those people you mentioned, I will have to flee to the end of the world from now on. How long do you think I can escape with this old bone?"
"Then you kill Haotian and Queen Mother first. If you kill their leader, no one will order to hunt you down," Your Majesty encouraged.
"And then let the Sanqing Tianzun unite the Immortal Court and the Heavenly Court in the name of encircling and suppressing rebellion?" Daojun frowned and said: "Then how miserable will a rebel like me die?"
"You just think too much," His Majesty hissed.
"If you really want me to kill these people, I might as well just curse you and kill you. At least I can make two eyeballs and save my capital," Daojun said dissatisfied.
"What you said made me panic!"
Your Majesty made a joke, but Taojun's joking words made him feel very upset.
If it weren't for the fact that his eyes were of no use to Daojun at the moment, your Majesty felt that Daojun would definitely be able to do such a thing.
The purpose of his trip was certainly not to ask Taojun to take action.
Your Majesty just wants to see the excitement and see if the only human spy currently in the Holy Land of Evil Luoschuan can survive.
Things were somewhat beyond your expectation. Zhang Xuezhou and others were beaten half to death by Hong Ku, but they got mixed up with Hong Ku again, and Hong Ku even thoughtfully arranged a way out.
Daojun paid no attention and had no interest in prying into what was going on below. Your Majesty, on the other hand, looked at it completely through his eyes.
He even saw a good show in the Five Ghost Yin Feng Sword Formation.
"Actually, I came here to ask for someone from you," Your Majesty changed his words.
"who?"
"Venerable Wenhuang!"
"Her? What do you want her to do? Spread the plague to the Han Kingdom?"
"Actually, I just want to beat her to death!"
"..."
Daojun looked at his lord who was talking nonsense, and for a moment it was hard to know what his lord was really thinking.
"I don't like the number nine," Daojun repeated seriously.
"His fortune is good!"
Your Majesty waved his hand and temporarily gave up the idea of killing Jinchang.
As long as Jinchang holds that head, the other party will indeed be more difficult to deal with, and it will easily lead to misunderstandings between him and Daojun.
Your Majesty is too lazy to expose the hidden thunder in the Holy Land of Yi Zhe River. Anyway, he has already said what he said in advance.
He watched a good show and concluded that the spy Zhang Xuezhou was living a good life and that there was nothing important at the moment.
The other party performed very well and did not need his help.
Your Majesty likes this kind of person.
Without his help, Zhang Xuezhou and others also got through the difficulties, which gave him a little more confidence in Zhang Xuezhou entering Chang'an City to spy on Emperor Jing's true identity.
As a spy, if you want to rely on force to investigate, such spies are unlikely to go far.
Spies need to have force, but they cannot rely too much on force.
In the environment that the spies faced, there were too many people who were more powerful than the spies.
If a spy is outstanding in force, the other party will not do such spying.
Your Majesty is very optimistic about Zhang Xuezhou.
At least in this verification, the other party passed the test almost perfectly.
"Is there anything else?" Daojun asked.
"Forget it, I'll leave on my own initiative!"
After finishing the conversation, it was time for Daojun to drive away guests, which made His Majesty quite unhappy.
But he didn't mind losing this little face. After all, his face was worthless in front of Dao Lord.
"Feiyu is on his way!"
Your Majesty called out, and the white crane demon Feiyu immediately spread his wings and steered the dragon chariot of five giant dragons very carefully through the sky above the palace.
"See you next time!"
Your Majesty waved his hands, and his body was lifted up, and then he was swept out of the palace like a strong wind.
He stepped on the dragon chariot and escaped far away with the roaring wind and clouds.
"This old guy has always been thoughtful and will definitely not do such simple things!"
Watching His Majesty leave, Daojun's casual eyes became serious.
"The older you get, the crazier you get. This old guy's body is about to collapse. The body he spent hundreds of years cultivating has been chopped to death. Will he do something crazy?"
Daojun stretched out his fingers to calculate the relevant issues.
He finally sighed.
Your Majesty's behavior is crazy, and he won't get much better.
No one can live forever, even if they have the best strength in the world, they will all die when the time comes.
Either he suppresses his body and lingers like his master, or he uses yin energy to fill his body to maintain vitality.
Many people have their own methods, but no matter which method they use, they can only delay the arrival of death, but will not prevent it.
"If that day comes, where should I go?"
This is a question that Daojun has thought about many times, but every time he thinks about it, there is no answer.
He has a weak temperament, but it is also difficult to grasp the thoughts of the last stage of his life.
"Maybe before you die, kill some old guys who have long been dissatisfied with you?"
A strange light flashed in Daojun's eyes, he opened his mouth, and a red flying blade as thin as a cicada's wing danced on the tip of his tongue.
Dots of red light are constantly flashing on the flying blade, like lines of law texture, exuding bursts of mysterious and indistinguishable aura of chaos.
Daojun stared at the flying blade.
The flying blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, immediately reflected several noble and immortal figures.
Daojun watched these people for a long time.
As long as he falls into hysterical madness, he will undoubtedly have the confidence to kill any top being.
But he won't take many strikes. Firstly, his spell can win with one strike, and if he strikes again, it will weaken. And repeated strikes will make him lose all his edge and his methods will become ordinary.
Secondly, these people he disliked were not fools and could just sit there and wait for him to kill them.
No one dares to provoke Daojun, but there are countless people whom Daojun can provoke, and he cannot fight against all the heroes in the world alone.
"This kind of life is really unpleasant!"
He finally let out a muffled sigh and took a piece of stone to carve there.
Several knives fell, stone chips flew, and a stooped figure appeared.
By the time Daojun painted a few more swords, Hong's miserable appearance had already appeared on the stone sculpture.
He doesn't like to govern the Holy Land, but Taojun is not ignorant of the things in the Holy Land, especially the grievances involving curses.
He knew Hongku's mantra, and he also knew the mantras of other venerables in the Holy Land, and even had some knowledge of what happened to Hongku.
"This old boy's situation is somewhat similar to mine, but he defeated four monks in the solitary realm with his magical powers..."
If you compare Dao Lord with several top beings, it is undoubtedly the situation when Hong Ku faces the Venerable.
"Heart Mantra" can lead to the realm of true self, but "Heart Mantra" cannot reach the highest level.
In the Ninth Five-Year Plan established by Emperor Qin, Dao Lord only belongs to the forty-second realm monks.
There is a small gap between him and the strongest group of people.
These small differences in realms make Daojun's practice imperfect, and also leave him with flaws.
If he could not extend the "Heart Mantra" to a more extreme end, his practice would have come to an end.
Daojun has two wishes at the moment. One is to extend the "Heart Mantra" to a more extreme and profound place, to see if he can move the limit of his own cultivation and step into the true avenue.
The other is to see if he can bring a few old guys along with him when he dies in the future.
As for immortality, Daojun feels that he has taken it lightly.
Compared to pursuing a life of lingering with no hope, he prefers the ending of others going to pseudo-immortality and being killed by him with a knife.
This may become his greatest source of pleasure before death.