"Disciple, great waves wash over the sand, and times create heroes..."
"Today's era is an unprecedented era."
"A sage has appeared in this era that has not appeared in hundreds of thousands of years. He wants to quell the beast disaster, kill the emperor, and quell the evil disaster! If everything described in it comes true, the people of the world will be happy!"
"Turn the troubled world from the turmoil, and save all the people from the troubled world!"
He gently stroked Mu Jiqiu's head, "My child, you are the most qualified and kind-hearted junior I have ever seen. I originally wanted to pave the way for you, sleep on the last glimmer of life, and protect your path to bring peace to the world of evil and troubled times, but now I can no longer
I will accompany you down, I want to pave the way for this person, that person is still weak, and I will use my last remaining light to create a bright future for him in Jingzhou."
"Master." Mu Jiqiu said reluctantly.
"Remember to come to Jinghuang City to watch an unprecedented show!" He turned into a red sky and soared into the sky. His laughter resounded throughout the mountains, rivers and oceans, sweeping through the woods and oceans.
"The wishes of hundreds of millions of mortals in Jingzhou from ancient times to the present will finally be realized!"
...
One of the common kingdoms in Jingzhou is the Qing Kingdom.
"Several more cities fell."
In the study room of King Fan, a middle-aged man in yellow robe, who looked tired, was reviewing the memorials, looking at the declining dynasty, and had been unable to sleep for several days.
Behind the demonic disasters, we are still deeply invaded by major demonic disasters.
The lives of the people were in ruins, the entire Jingzhou spiritual world became increasingly turbulent, and extremely heavy dark clouds lingered over all mortals.
"What on earth are those mountain spirits?"
"Before, the mountain spirit rescued some cities, but not long after, the fairy gate in the sky exposed the mountain spirit as a murderer, and beheaded it in public? Angrily accused him of evil?"
Qinghuang sighed, his expression was pale and tired, and he really couldn't understand.
At this time, a mountain spirit slowly approached and entered the study. It was like a ray of Buddha's light pouring into the window sill. He was covered in golden light and smiled gently:
"The Immortal Sect is too lofty. They don't know the sufferings of the human world. It's not that you don't understand. As a mortal king of nations and a human king who cannot practice cultivation, what's the use of all your efforts to reduce casualties? If you don't cut the root cause, you won't create a new one.
The road can only be like this forever."
An hour later, all that was left was the shocked Human Emperor and two volumes of books, which he continued to flip through with trembling hands.
He saw an earth-shattering plan in it.
"Hahahaha!" After a long time, he suddenly laughed.
Soon, he summoned the prince of Fan Kingdom and threw the scroll and plan to him.
When the prince read one of the volumes [The Past of Human Mountain Spirits], he felt that his entire worldview had been overturned, as if he had seen the cruelest truth in the world.
"How could it be true?"
The prince's world was spinning. "Were the mountain spirits all over the mountains and plains once mortals? A curse was cast down by the fairy gate in the sky? There are countless ironclad evidences, even tracing 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 this story. These 'ironclad evidences' are enough." Qinghuang showed a hint of coldness and smiled: "This is our only chance..."
"But if I do this, the Immortal Sect will not let me go. After today, I will be dead."
Qinghuang stroked the child's head.
"You hate the compromise and mediocrity of being a father. You flatter those high-ranking monks all the time, but you never thought that I was once a prince full of dreams."
"My dream before I was twenty was to bring benefits to all people in the world. My dream after I was twenty is to survive."
He grinned, a cruel smile.
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 and anger.
It is true that some of the monks from the Immortal Sect who go out to practice are indeed decent, but some of the Immortal Sects are buried dirty. After their monks come down, they fall in love with their wives and daughters, and do various things to fulfill their requirements, so that they can collect all kinds of beauties.
The law can restrict mortals, but who will catch the immortal cultivators?
He originally thought that he was used to these painful tortures and was destined to live a life of darkness, but now there was hope of resisting those guys.
This period of time was so miserable.
"Hehehehe."
He couldn't help but chuckle.
"Have you seen it, have you seen it... Ancestors! There is a mortal without spiritual roots who has embarked on the path of spiritual practice! He wants to find a chance for the mortals in the world. This is our only hope! No more need to do it
Slave! No need to hold back! We also have a chance of immortality!"
The emotions he had been suppressing exploded like a tsunami!!
"It turns out...fate can be changed!"
"This is the only hope for eternity. We will not let that great Confucian sage fight alone."
"The price we pay now is just the lives of a few of us mortals."
"This is a counterattack by the weak in the world."
On this day, the leader of the mortal kingdom secretly summoned the trusted scholars and monks and began to secretly act among the mortal kingdoms.
"When the world changes, there will be no war without bloodshed. The bloodshed can start from Jingzhou." An old man's hands trembled, "King, I can see a new future!"
...
The earth is turbulent.
All life on the front lines of the entire demonic disaster was devastated, and the major monks were still fighting on the front lines.
"It's already the seventh stop."
Above a huge cloud, a taciturn swordsman silently stroked his long sword, and next to him was a cloaked mountain elf man in black.
"As expected of a mortal great Confucian sage, his level is so low, but his appeal is so strong."
The middle-aged swordsman smiled, "Those mortal emperors among the countries who rule various cities and are unable to practice, after hearing about your existence, they are all willing to throw their heads, shed blood, and die for you... They clearly know that they will
Death is the right thing to do."
"Because I am also them, and I am also a mortal who cannot practice."
"They have suffered too much, and they instinctively grasp hope the moment they see it. No matter how low my level is, I still take an unprecedented path and let them see the dawn."
"They are all willing to die with their dreams in mind, hoping that their descendants can escape suffering. There have always been many sages and sages in mortal dynasties. Great Confucians like me are constantly dealing and struggling with the immortal sect to survive for the people."
Wu Lang sighed: "But doing this means that the heavier the burden is on my shoulders. Carrying their mission and expectations will open up a future."
He lowered his head again and remained silent.
"The stage has almost been arranged, the layout of various places is almost complete, and everything that can be done has been done." With the strong wind roaring in his ears, Wu Lang lowered his head and looked at the huge and gorgeous immortal city, Jinghuang City, that was about to arrive in the distance.