Standing in front of the hall gate, Lu Zhoumu's legs were already shaking.
He was a venerable from the state prefecture level, so he naturally went to Senluo Palace. I remember that he had been there once during the big exam, and then he never stepped into Senluo Palace.
Why?
The grade is too low.
Even if you enter Luo, you cannot attend the court meeting in the underworld.
Senluo, Senluo, where the Yama is standing, there is no place where he, a second step, can step into footsteps. I am afraid that even a saint cannot enter the main hall and can only wait outside.
The moment he saw Senluo Palace, he realized that he had made a fuss.
Big basket!
How could a mortal have a Senluo Palace in the memory?
thump!
The Mu of Luzhou knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing.
Tag.
Iron boots landed on the ground.
Come into view.
Lu Zhoumu looked at the black and red robe and did not dare to look up, and kept begging: "Yan Luo, please spare your life. The villain has no eyes and does not know that the man is the body of Yama. He also asked Yama to look at it in the small thousand-year-old state.
The mansion once followed the former emperor to kill Chen Tianyuan, and spared Xiao's life."
"Are you a veteran?"
The sound came, hoarse and ethereal, which made people excited.
The Muslim Luzhou recalled carefully.
He didn't know who the person was, whether it was Yan Luo, Yin Shuai, or just the censor, but no matter which one it was, he could not afford to offend him.
No wonder the mortal man advised him not to take action, and regretted not not not obeying.
"Yes, I am a veteran of the Meng Zhan Department. The centurion flying battle, the thousand-man commander Li Meng, the ten thousand-man commander Zhu Yanhui, the commander general Wohoqi." Lu Zhoumu said to his boss in the war department back then.
Come out.
He remembered that at that time he was still a golden elixir. Yu Tianyuan fought with the demon clan. Some of his comrades fell down and some of his comrades flew out of his soul. He was lucky that he did not die in the war and later his military achievements were awarded.
However, if you lack talent, you can never take the third step to the saint.
"A hero..."
The owner of the hoarse voice was filled with emotion.
Luzhou Mu felt a breath in his heart and said hurriedly: "I dare not call him a hero." Fortunately, he is not a backer, but also a person with strong experience. The centurion Fei Zhan is now dominated by a saint, so he just needs to move.
I finally can barely deal with it when I come out. Even if I don’t look at my own face, I have to look at my peak face.
The night is quiet, without wind or clouds, and after the long steps is the abyss that cannot be seen at the end. The tall figure standing in front of me seems to be an unchanging mountain, which makes Luzhou Mu extremely curious.
He took a sneak peek.
He was completely stunned at first sight.
He opened his mouth wide in disbelief, and his eyes were even more focused on the tip of the needle.
He wanted to shout it out, but his tight body made him completely stiff.
...
Red-haired waterfall.
The horns point to the blue sky.
The disguised robe in hell looks tall and sturdy.
The tall figure looked slightly sideways, and his eyes slowly lowered.
The Luzhou Mu, who was kneeling on the ground, seemed to be looking up at the sky in the underworld, his throat rolled but could not make any sound. Since God was in seclusion nine hundred years ago, there have been stories in the underworld that said that God was not in seclusion but missing, but many people
If he doesn't believe it, he doesn't believe it either.
Because he really participated in the Tianyuan War.
I have also truly seen God's strength.
A large domain of the Demon Abyss was broken by a hammer. How could such a powerful man disappear? However, he never expected that he would see him at such a close distance one day.
"Old...god!"
The Lord of Luzhou was so shocked that he was so shocked that he shed tears in his eyes as he kowtowed: "There is still a portrait of God in my family, and I often worship him."
"It's okay to be honest when I see me not bowing!"
The Muslim Luzhou was shocked and said mourningly: "The little one has no different feelings for the underworld."
If it was the peak, he would have other ways to deal with it. If the inspector and the censor, he could bring out his background and resume, but the sky in the underworld standing in front of him was like the widely discussed "God" suddenly turned into a person
After walking out, this sense of distance was indescribable, and he had no idea how to do it.
"You can follow Wu Rong to fight that battle without much chance of winning is enough to prove your loyalty to the underworld.
"Last Emperor..." Luzhou's Mu shook like a sieve, excited and excited.
"Do you still remember the oath from the underworld?"
The Muslim Luzhou opened his mouth: "Life and death are destined, good and evil are rewarded..."
"Why do unfair things?"
The Mu of Luzhou cried and lay on the ground, his body was like a frozen insect, twistingly looking for support and warmth, but he could not find anything he had thrown away. The foundation of the underworld was that good and evil were rewarded, and it was fair.
It should be his amulet, Luzhou Prefecture cried: "Please give me another chance."
Tushanjun looked at the veteran and asked, "Why can the arduous struggle in the face of a battle to die, but it turns out like this when peace is done."
"no way."
In other words, the trembling after fear is a mentality of throwing apart, or even resentment: "If I don't do this, I will never become my own person. The resources I get will be reduced slowly, and I will set it down.
I can’t protect myself from my merits.”
"God, if you are really the heaven of the underworld, why don't you open your eyes and take a look at the current underworld!"
Tushanjun nodded and responded: "No one can escape!"
The sound is not loud but it seems to be imprinted with the laws of heaven and earth.
"You wait for them first, soon."
Before Lu Zhoumu came to his senses, the mind in his eyes had completely disappeared, leaving only the increasingly powerful wisdom.
...
It's just a matter of inside and outside for a moment.
When Lu Zhoumu's palm fell on Song Zhong's forehead, the mind in his eyes gradually disappeared, and now he was only eternal peace, and he slowly put down his palm, even the surrounding misfortunes were all the same.
Without a different color, it all became 'gods'.
Song Zhong's eyes were full of shock.
For him, the arrogant county magistrate was slapped away by the provincial governor.
The provincial governor just stretched out his hand and became a county magistrate.
What a terrifying power!
It completely subverted his years of outlook on life.
When he was in a big town, he only felt that he should go to the government for the sake of his studies and change it.
But after coming to the underworld, every official he met had a powerful Taoist practice that could be called natural disasters, and even an ordinary misunderstanding made him unable to resist.
Everything has lost explanation.
Tu Shanjun shook his head in disappointment. Perhaps he was misled again and said with some regret: "Forget it, I thought you would be enlightened."
Song Zhong didn't quite understand what the old demon god said, so he said firmly: "I want to practice, please teach me."
"Oh?" Tu Shanjun suddenly became interested.
"In the world of cultivation, strength is the basis of everything. No matter what I say to the old man, I am insignificant. Only with my strong strength can others listen to me!"
"good."
Tushanjun nodded slightly, allowing a clear understanding of a world of cultivation that only exists in the legendary world of practice that needs pure display, which is violence.
Every monk has great power to himself, but on this way, there will be many factors that will accomplish this, that is, the wealthy partner Dharma Land.
Tushanjun looked calm: "With the Taoist practice, it is okay to change the underworld or overthrow the underworld and rebuild the universe. Without the Taoist practice, everything is just empty talk."
"This is a promise that has been miserable to all the underworlds."
Song Zhong saw that there was only spiritual wisdom in the room, and the rest of the 'gods' were left with only spiritual intelligence. He suddenly felt cold and hurriedly retreated to the sun, pondering: "The court in the big town has never......"
Tushanjun said lightly: "That's because the big town is next to my seal."
"Even a real monk comes, he will become a powerless mortal.
"When the power of all beings is very equal, individual violence can never compete with the violence of the whole.
"But it doesn't mean that personal violence is useless. Violence is the only thing you can rely on. It is the foundation for you to accumulate everything and the bargaining chip to make the last blow."
Song Zhong had heard the story and couldn't help asking: "The same is true for the Emperor of Heaven?"
Tushanjun sighed: "The Emperor of Heaven used his chips too early, and... he was unwilling to kill the monks to survive, so he could only release a group of demon disasters to improve his plan."
Song Zhong changed his mind and continued, "But the Emperor of Heaven seems to be not a demon. If he was a strong man standing at the top, he would have a broader horizon. Maybe it was also a mistake in history, just like
Just like the monk who is righteous, seals the old man.”
Tu Shanjun shook his head and said, "No, what the Emperor of Heaven releases is the devil!"
"In his later years, he was powerless to turn the world back and hoped to save the world with the lives of countless demons."
"The real devil..." After the words fell, Tushanjun paused again. Speaking of which, he should be considered a kind of devil, but compared with ordinary devils, he has his own consciousness and basic view of good and evil.
This prompted him to refine the fake and return the real one, which prevented him from completely becoming a real devil.
A pure devil is very terrible, but it is also easy to be recognized. Once it emerges, it will be wiped out and become a nutrient for heaven and earth.
The more demons die, the less ordinary monks die.
Seeing that Tushanjun didn't want to talk about the devils, Song Zhong changed his mind and asked, "When will the old man be ready to teach me how to practice?"
"You already know."
Song Zhong opened his mouth wide and asked in surprise: "I already know?"
"You visualize me for twenty years with the visualization method."
"You used to be in a forbidden place where you could not practice, but now you just need to remember!"
"Remember..."
Song Zhong suddenly widened his eyes.
He found that when he was concentrating, he actually remembered the exact appearance of the old demon god.
Buzz!
The heaven and earth shake.
Song Zhong, who was united with form and spirit, found a golden elixir emerging above the ocean of magic power, like a bright and bright moon gradually rising.
His body also completely condensed into reality at the same moment, a flesh and blood body in the truth rather than a erratic soul.
"I'm done?!"
Song Zhong exuded his spiritual consciousness and captured the dead city in just a moment.
As soon as the thought moved, his body floated into the air.
Song Zhong shouted in surprise: "I can fly!"
"Sir, what are we going to do next?"
"Go to Luodu City."
Song Zhong was ready to beat his hands and said, "Fly over?"
"With your cloud climbing speed, you can't fly over until you die."
"What should I do?"
"The carriage when I came?"
Tushanjun turned his head and said, "Call Wohoqi!"