Chapter 1,673: Showing ugliness and killing in public to vent anger, the first bloody kiss at sunset
"Emperor Cangsheng, is this what you meant..."
After hearing Ai Cangsheng's words, the five regions all became quiet.
Xu Xiaoshou in front of the preaching mirror was also silent, nodding slightly unconsciously.
He had heard many stories about "loving the common people".
Some were described by Li Fugui, some were compared with Shen Yi in terms of combat prowess, and some were mentioned occasionally by Dao Qiongcang...
More, they come from the ballads of the Ten Seats, from fragmented legends or rumors.
They are gathered together piecemeal and pieced together into Xu Xiaoshou's subjective "love for the common people":
It's nothing more than a little persistence and a little strength. In essence, he is still the watchdog of the Holy Temple!
So Xu Xiaoshou likes to call him "love dog"!
But after listening to the ideas of the Cangsheng Emperor, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly realized that if he thought about the problem from the other party's perspective...
"His way seems to be okay?"
…
The first viewing platform in Fengjia City in the Southern Territory was among the spectators who were either silent or confused.
No one knows how to love children better than me... Dao Qiongcang looked around and crossed his arms over his chest. His thoughts at this moment coincided with Xu Xiaoshou's, but he said it loudly in public:
"I am not confident that I can defeat Yuebei Huarao Road alone, but my eyes of the road have been able to glimpse the disaster that would result from the declaration of war on Beihua Rao Road in the same month."
"I think it's time for me to stand up."
The silent square was suddenly brought to life by this excitement.
Tens of thousands of eyes followed the sound, and they all turned to the side and looked at the guy who was dressed similarly to the master of the palace. He didn't know what to say. They were both embarrassed and confused.
What is he doing...
I dug my toes into the ground for him...
A normal person might have died on the spot when being stared at by so many eyes. Dao Qiongcang didn't feel anything at all. He was very immersed in the role:
"My position has never been for the Holy Temple, but for myself and the common people."
"Although the Holy Temple has many shortcomings in the eyes of the Great Dao, its flaws cannot be concealed. Therefore, in the eyes of outsiders, I am probably standing in the same position as the Holy Temple."
hiss!
Everyone in the square gasped.
Now, everyone understands what this guy wearing Taoist Palace Master's slutty clothes is doing. He is pretending to be the Great Emperor of Cangsheng - this behavior is so awesome!
Needless to say, this arrogant guy's "perspective of expression" is very unique. It's like the tapeworm in the belly of the Emperor of the People has been pulled in the Southern Territory, and he can still speak:
"An organization has recently appeared in the five regions, called the Holy Slaves. Their ideas are very arrogant and their strength is very powerful, but I still don't see the slightest possibility of banning the Holy Temple."
"Even if there is, even if the Eye of the Avenue is wrong, even if the Holy Temple and the Holy Slave are equal in strength in the end, and the two sides fight to the death, or the Holy Slave simply wins... In the end, they still have to face Yue Beihua
It’s a question of Rao Dao.”
"The leader of the Saint Slave is just a guy with the same name as me. Even if their people join together and are stronger than me, they are ten times or a hundred times stronger than me. Can they be stronger than Yuebei Huarao Dao?"
"Winning is about the same as not winning."
After a while, the roundworm who loves the common people slightly clenched his fists in front of everyone, as if he had the power of wisdom:
"So I decided not to change my position."
Awesome... Around the square, everyone looked at the "Taoist Palace Master" as though they were mentally retarded and insane, only to see the sun clearing the clouds.
He dares to say it!
What he said actually makes sense?
After listening to the mysterious and mysterious words of Emperor Cangsheng before, I was not sure about the mentality of Emperor Cangsheng, but it seemed that this roundworm had also been told.
"Hey, what's your name? You're very interesting."
"You! Go and replace Feng Zhongzui! Come and preach, I want to listen to you!"
"Is there really a dog-loving sect, with such in-depth research? I thought it was outrageous that there are people who like Dao Palace Master and Master Shou, but are there really people who like dogs?"
"..."
The square soon became agitated.
But the discussion was very quiet, and everyone was curious for the first time, expecting this crazy guy to have something to say!
Watching... Dao Qiongcang read "Love the Common People" in his mouth, but the perspective he saw was that of Xu Xiaoshou.
Watching, what will it bring me?
Shame? Embarrassment? Discomfort?
The essence is just the fluctuation of emotions or soul, Bei Huai can benefit from it, Xu Xiaoshou should not be this type...
Dao Qiongcang studied Xu Xiaoshou.
The latter likes this kind of "grandstanding" very much.
A normal person might not even have the courage to be the first to speak up and break the silence in a quiet environment with thousands of people.
Even Dao Qiongcang had made certain mental preparations when he spoke this time.
Xu Xiaoshou is completely abnormal and acts randomly. Is it just due to his personality?
Is it just a coincidence that every time I try to impress people, I can deepen my path and gain a lot of benefits?
There was a problem.
Just thinking about the problem is useless.
Dao Qiongcang has always been a practical person, he chooses to practice directly!
His remarks are still novel and attract the attention of tens of thousands of people, just like Xu Xiaoshou, who attracts attention every time he speaks:
"The Holy Slave has split into a branch, which is called the First Floor of Heaven. The leader of this troublemaking gang is called Xu Xiaoshou."
"I know Xu Xiaoshou. I fired an arrow for the Holy Slave in the Eighth Palace. Let's not mention the process. Judging from the result, this is the first time that the evil sin bow did not kill an innate."
"There are various signs that the Holy Slave will be a strong opponent, and so is Xu Xiaoshou. As expected, today he stood on the opposite side of me, trying to avenge his revenge."
At Fengjia City's No. 1 battle viewing platform, the best thing to watch suddenly wasn't the battle at the Holy Mountain, but a one-man show in the audience.
Cow wow cow wow!
This "Master of the Tao Palace" is actually an omnivore!
There is no doubt that he can impersonate the master of the Dao Palace, interpret his love for the common people, and can point out Master Shou's emotions at a sharp point - he must have studied the three of them!
"Can Master Shou and his beloved dog really not live together peacefully?" The world finally went crazy, and soon someone asked, "I want to see him join Baiyi and work for Beibei, or maybe he joins the first floor of the sky and shoots the Saint
Mountain, I look forward to these.”
Dao Qiongcang looked over with a smile, and gently and slowly waved his fingers in denial with his mouth open.
Everyone made him move to the point where he was shaking his head and stomping his feet, and he almost lost control and wanted to hit someone, but this guy was still able to immerse himself in the role:
"This little guy who resists mirrors is very courageous. I decided to tell him some of my innermost thoughts. Maybe others don't believe it, but I really think so."
"Yuebei Huarao Dao and Holy Temple Temple are already the best models. Even if the Holy Slaves can win, the first generation of Holy Slaves are also good. What about after several generations, a hundred years, or a thousand years?"
"When the Holy Slaves become another Yuanbei Huarao Dao, and the first floor in the sky becomes another Holy Temple, who can guarantee that their descendants can do better than they are now?"
"The plan is like the sky, and there is also a saying: 'A dynasty declines after three generations'... Yes, the Holy Temple is not perfect, but there is no perfect way in the eyes of the great road. It, in my opinion,
It’s pretty good.”
As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the square who was having fun watching a monkey show was shocked.
What this roundworm said is really interesting!
"My name is Ai Cangsheng, and my Dao Eye can see more than just Dao, it can also see extremely profoundly."
"Actually, you can change my position if you want me to, Xu Xiaoshou, you saint slaves, don't be equal to me, but be ten thousand times, one hundred thousand times stronger than me, strong enough to wipe out the Holy Temple and Yuebei Huarao in an instant
road."
"With this...with this, it doesn't make much sense whether I change my position or not. So looking back at that time, I would not compromise."
Dao Qiongcang looked at the person who asked the question: "In the game of the brave, there is never a second choice."
——Only fight!
Everyone heard what he meant.
I don't know why, but everyone suddenly felt that the words of "Dao Qiongang" were very convincing.
Maybe it's because he pretends to be clever and has enough sense;
Or maybe he traced the process back from the results, and finally came to the conclusion that it was the "fighting" that Master Shou said, and the "war" that loving the common people meant.
"good!"
Some people were drinking loudly and wanted to ask something.
At the same time, everyone discovered that the middle-aged man pretending to be the master of the Taoist Palace was missing.
Huh?
The first viewing platform was confused.
But soon, the identity of the pretender was blurred in everyone's memory, and they were only immersed in thinking about what he said.
At the edge of the square, Dao Qiong still stood in place, not even taking half a step forward.
"The voice of doubt, the gaze, the expression of admiration, the funny mentality..." Dao Qiongcang touched his chin and concluded, still immersed in the role, but not the role in the eyes of outsiders.
He is thinking.
Think about Xu Xiaoshou’s problem.
The question of the source of this man's eccentricity, and the question of how he is going to win.
"Maybe, this is a problem?"
…
"Very good, there is only one question left!"
At the end of the interview, Feng Zhongzui couldn't bear the pressure anymore and returned to the air in time.
He was carrying a mirror and was broadcasting the scene of the saints leaving on the Holy Mountain. He said while broadcasting:
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"The war will inevitably start at the Dead Sea. Now the semi-saints on the Holy Mountain are going to the Dead Sea to wait."
"Unexpectedly, the Holy Temple, which had mastered the sleeveless Holy Slave, did not take the initiative. Instead, the always passive Master Shou stood up and became the master of this game."
"The time of his appearance determines when the war will begin, but in turn, the Emperor of the People also controls the location of the battlefield."
"I can only say that Master Shou and Emperor Cangsheng are trying their best to keep each other in check, not giving in at every step!"
After a pause, Fengzhong clicked his tongue drunkenly, and said with some emotion:
"Brothers, the Dead Sea is a forbidden area of the Holy Mountain. It is the top secret among the top secrets. I heard that the people imprisoned in it are all villains of the level of Wu Xiu and Wu Yue... Ahem, master, in short, I can't go in and give him...
You are broadcasting internal footage."
"But it's already a great honor. I never thought that I could explain the first half of the war between Master Shou and Emperor Cangsheng, and I never thought that after talking so much, I would still be alive."
"But the most surprising thing is that I am qualified to commentate on this game. Maybe everyone didn't expect that in the end, this battle would not be unpredictable. Instead, everyone was fighting openly."
As if he thought of something, Feng Zhongzui laughed out loud, lowered his head and whispered:
"To be disrespectful, it can actually be expected. After all, the Taoist Palace Master is no longer in the Holy Mountain..."
"How can a young man like me see through the big picture? Hehehehe!"
It's hard to say goodbye.
But living makes people happy.
Seeing that the semi-saints on the square were almost gone, Feng Zhongzui knew without even listening that the five-domain spiritual refiner opposite the mirror was going crazy.
After all, what I wanted to watch the most couldn’t be broadcast!
But what comes next cannot be solved by a drink in front of Huayue Tower.
The entire Feng family is not qualified to sow even a drop of water in the Dead Sea... The wind stirred up drunkenness, turned around and wanted to leave, not daring to be the last lone brave man.
God knows how much pressure it will be to be the last one to leave with the Eyes of the Avenue watching!
But before he left, he glanced out of the corner of his eye, grabbed a small tail, delayed the shutdown of the preaching mirror, and quickly moved the screen:
"Brothers, stop shouting. There seems to be something wrong?"
…
"Xu! Xiao! Accept!"
With a hoarse roar, the half-saint stopped walking away at an inappropriate time, attracting the attention of all the five realms.
Everyone was shocked, something really happened.
Semi-Saint Qin Duan!
Stuck at this juncture!
His head turned white and he could speak!
His anger came so late that everyone in the five regions had to think about it for a while before they remembered that this guy was angry because he was slapped by Qiu Gu, slapped by the Nine Sacrifice Gods, and was teased by Xu Xiaoshou.
He held it in for a long time. When he came back to his senses, he couldn't vent to Jiuji Gui. He could only pour all his anger into this roar.
"This, this, this..."
Feng Zhongzui thought about it and understood something:
"Is it possible that during the time when I asked Emperor Cangsheng questions, Qin Duan was repairing the damage to his soul and didn't hear anything?"
Only in this way can we explain that he still spoke so arrogantly after the Emperor of Cangsheng made the final decision, right?
He was the only one who was still at the initial stage, and felt that he had the support of the Great Emperor, so he dared to step forward and force Master Shou to sign a semi-holy contract with him.
Little did they know that at this time, everyone tacitly chose to ignore Master Shou's unstoppable puppet manipulation skills, so they foolishly ran out to remind the world that he was still alive, right?
Not only did Qin Duan forcefully announce his timely return to the Five Realms, his anger, and at this time, his murderous intent spread unscrupulously towards anyone who looked at him with a sarcastic look.
His eyes were about to burst, he stared at Feng Zhongzui far away in the air, and he was the first to curse:
"Shu Zi, how dare you call the Semi-Saint by his name!"
There was a roar in the sky, blood burst out from all the orifices in the wind, and the whole person flew out, even the preaching mirror almost fell out of his hand.
He was confused.
He never thought that the first time he was injured while teaching this way was not because of the aftermath of the battle between Master Shou and Emperor Cangsheng.
But because, calling the semi-saint by his name?
I was as smart as the wind and was drunk. I suddenly thought of the key, but at the same time my mentality was about to explode:
"No, senior, I'm not laughing at you!"
"You don't need to show your strength by shocking the weak me with one word, so as to restore your dignity that was shattered after being played by Master Shou, right?"
"Whose fault have I suffered? Why did this bad thing happen to me?"
Fengzhongzui didn't even think about resisting.
What the hell, he was just drunk and still wanted to resist the semi-saint?
He only wished that his parents had given him a pair of wings, and he was flapping his wings, wiping the blood from his body, and flying out of the mountain.
The preaching mirror captures the key on its own in the hurried movements of the mirror holder, as if trying to forcefully give something.
But when the mirror hurriedly swept across the mountainside of the Holy Mountain, the people in the five regions were still unaware of the insignificant orange glow of the sunset passing through their field of vision.
"Kill!"
"Okay, let's kill!"
"Haha, you guys want to see the battle, the kind with rivers of blood!"
The man in front of the mirror was suddenly in a state of sudden emotion. He only regretted that the war came too late, and felt that the outburst of emotions by Half-Saint Qin Duan was completely reasonable.
…
"call!"
"Hoo! Hoo!"
Qin Duan breathed heavily and clenched his fists with such force.
After drinking the ungrateful Feng family boy to pieces, he lowered his head slightly, his eyes flashing with an animalistic scarlet color that seemed to choose and devour others.
He is very sensitive now.
He also knew that something was not right with him.
But he couldn't accept it at all. Qiu Gu, who had turned his head 360 degrees, acted like a normal person, and now he could ignore him and go to the Dead Sea by patting his butt.
He even felt that he was so full of anger that he did not dare to vent his anger on the Jiuji Gui spirit body who stabbed him with a dragon-painted halberd and shattered the human soul with a slap, which was a kind of humiliation.
Isn't this humiliating? This is humiliating!
Being a semi-saint, being angry but not being able to express it, how can it be considered "normal"?
In fact, if they came to me now and apologized, I wouldn't have an attack, but they...
Out of the corner of my eye.
Qiu Gu was talking flatteringly to Mr. Fang and Mr. Zhong. His expression was extremely ugly. In his world, there was no life, death or dignity for others.
Jiuji Gui's spiritual body is still dignified and elegant, and the figure of her swaying waist and hips as she walks away with lotus steps makes people want to rush forward and tear that pretentious dignity into pieces with great force!
"This saint, am I not even as good as Jiang Buyi?"
Qin Duan raised his head and shouted loudly. He could no longer contain the murderous intention transformed from the overwhelming shame in his chest and soared into the sky.
The world stopped for it.
But even the falling leaves are dyed ironically yellow.
Even the wind blowing by has a hidden sound of ridicule.
Just now, the preaching mirror was broadcasting a stupid scene of me being a semi-saint but being ruthlessly played by others. The five realms are in front of my eyes, and it will definitely become a joke!
"Hahahaha..."
Old Qin Duan burst into tears, laughed with a sad face, and looked down at the holy mountain, which was scarlet and stained with blood flowers everywhere.
He kept shaking his head, murmuring like a maniac, muttering words until finally, it turned into a hoarse roar, roaring with all his strength:
"Extremely embarrassed, extremely embarrassed!"
"Go to hell, go to hell!"
Turn around!
That Feng Zhong drunkenly ran and hid, and in the process he actually dared to secretly point the preaching mirror at himself!
Am I ridiculous?
There seemed to be a sound of breaking strings. The world was not fragile, but at this moment, Qin Duanzhen was crushed by a mere mirror.
The string in his mind was broken.
"Who gave you the guts to make the decision without authorization and preach about the Holy Mountain?" Qin Duan's body was stained with blood and demonic energy, and he disappeared.
When it reappeared, the preaching mirror fell from the sky, flipping and spinning, and clearly transmitted the devilish portrait of Qin Duan, who was holding Feng Zhongzui's neck like a chicken in the sky, to the five realms.
"die!"
Everyone looked on in horror.
Qin Duan stared, opened his mouth, and laughed.
He said "Oh" and clenched his fingers slightly.
Snapped!
Drunken in the wind, his eyeballs bulged, and his head was squeezed high into the air like a meatball.
"Death, death, death, death!"
Qin Duan's demon blood claws pierced his body tens of thousands of times in an instant, as if he was about to vent his lifelong shame.
Until the body in front of him was completely broken into pieces, he stopped moving and his head, which was spinning in the air, just fell down.
Bang!
A side kick shattered the body.
Powerful, invincible, your fate is determined by me, life and death are in my hands!
The hearty and refreshing feeling allows people to vent their emotions, but it brings more desires.
Hunger for killing!
Thirst for blood!
"Hiss Jie Jie Jie, Jie Jie Jie Jie..."
Qin Duan bowed and laughed wildly, squeezing his hands with bloody foam, and demonic energy burst out from his body.
Suddenly he turned his eyes and glared at the south, waved his hand, and spat in the five realms, as shocked as thunder: