The originally relaxed-looking Yan Taizi Dan suddenly paused, with cold sweat covering his forehead. Tang Xuanming, who had been carefully watching the changes in his expression, let out a sigh of relief, knowing that the biggest gain of his coming to this world might be about to come.
But he still pretended to be distressed, looked at the Mohist disciples around him, and said, "Let's go to the secret room to talk!"
He turned around and ordered another Mohist disciple, saying: "Go and notify Robber Zhi and have all the Mohist leaders gather together."
The Mohist disciple looked at Tang Xuanming and then at Prince Yan, feeling a little hesitant.
Prince Yan nodded and said, "Go!"
He then bowed and agreed, turned around and hurried to inform Thieves Zhi.
The prestige of the old and new generations of Mohist giants completed a confrontation in a very short period of time, and Tang Xuanming was completely defeated.
But neither Prince Dan of Yan nor Tang Xuanming cared too much, as everything would change soon.
The two sat side by side, the sweat on Prince Yan's head was still flowing, and his expression looked a little painful, but he was still calm and composed, twitching the corners of his mouth, showing an ugly smile, and asked: "I have been hit by the Yin Yang of the Yin Yang family.
Curse seal, right?"
Tang Xuanming nodded, glanced at the red blood-like lines spreading on Yan Dan's hands, and said: "And it is one of the unbreakable curse seals. The Six Soul Horror Curse has been lost for hundreds of years because it is too vicious. It can be done in the world."
I’m afraid there aren’t many people who can lift this curse seal.”
"That's right!"
Prince Yan nodded and seemed to have thought of a lot in that moment.
He took off the bamboo hat that had been on his head, revealing his resolute face.
What made people feel uncomfortable was that there was a sword mark left on his originally strong and handsome face, which slashed diagonally from the left side of his forehead to the right side of his face, ruining his overall atmosphere.
After a long silence, Prince Yan seemed to have smoothed out everything and said, "Can you tell me how the Mo family survived this catastrophe?"
"Well! The story starts with Mo Yu Qilin and Yu Yu Qianye. It may be a bit long."
"It's okay, I still have a long time, be patient and listen slowly."
…
After hearing how Tang Xuanming solved the problem of Wei Zhuang and the 800 heavy armored soldiers, Prince Yan pondered for a moment and said: "Why do you know the weaknesses of Guan Wushuang and Bai Feng? How about you, the colorless and odorless Jie Yu Qianye?"
Did you notice it?"
Tang Xuanming smiled, his eyes shining brightly, and there was a hint of vague pressure blooming, making Prince Yan's expression solemn.
"For God, everything on earth can be known. Compared to all living beings, God is omniscient and omnipotent."
"Omniscient and omnipotent..."
Yan Dan repeated it in a low voice, but these four simple words made him feel unparalleled shock and arrogance.
The Six Kingdoms and even the Qin Kingdom have always had legends about gods, but to truly tell a detailed story about a god, it is more about the overwhelming magical power and the ability to live forever.
It seems that there has never been a god claiming to be omniscient and omnipotent.
But when a person like Yan Taizi Dan carefully tastes these four words, he can detect extremely shocking arrogance and pride.
Yes, arrogance and pride!
Omniscient and omnipotent, there is nothing in the world that He cannot accomplish.
"Then can you solve the Six Souls Horror Curse on me?"
Prince Yan asked with shock and confusion.
Tang Xuanming's heart tightened, but a smile appeared on his face. He shook his head nonchalantly and said: "Omniscient and omnipotent is something that gods can do. As the messenger of gods, although I have the ability to understand everything in the world, I have not solved everything in the world.
means to the problem.”
Having said this, he sighed and said: "In the final analysis, the body of a mortal is unable to carry the majesty of a god."
Prince Yan thought of many things in an instant, such as the human flesh and bones of the living and dead outside the Waning Moon Valley, the inexhaustible plan of the Mohist government in the city, and Tang Xuanming's powerlessness against the wolves reported by the Xiang clan of Chu State...
"The knowledge of gods, the body of mortals?"
He muttered to himself, looking a little confused and then gradually became crazy.
Tang Xuanming didn't know what the Prince of Yan had imagined. All he could do was to make himself look more majestic as much as possible. Qi and blood poured into a piece of animal skin paper from the inside of his arm, giving him a vague sense of majesty.
The pressure became a little heavier.
In a moment of madness, Prince Yan asked: "So, you will die too?"
Tang Xuanming nodded without hesitation, shook his head, and said: "It is both correct and incorrect."
Prince Yan showed a puzzled look, and Tang Xuanming continued to explain: "This giant mortal body that I walk in the world will die, and that is the destination of all things, but my wisdom and knowledge will last forever in the sky and will never die.
.”
"Gods, are gods so great?"
Prince Yan murmured to himself, his expression becoming more and more crazy.
The messengers of the gods are almost omniscient. How great can the real gods be?
This land has been ups and downs for hundreds of years. Is there a push from one god after another behind it?
Is that wise man who has been passed down for hundreds of years and whose wisdom shines throughout an era a messenger of God?
The messenger of the gods descended on the Mohist family instead of descending on Qin Shihuang, who unified the world. Does it mean that the world's pattern is not completely locked and can still be changed?
In an instant, Prince Yan thought of too many things, his mind was racing with thoughts, and he wished he could record the most amazing discovery, the biggest mastermind hidden behind history.
Prince Yan's expression became more and more crazy, which made Tang Xuanming a little scared.
"It seems that the deception has gone too far. If this continues, if a group of people from the Mo family are deceived into fanatical believers, where can I create gods for them?"
Tang Xuanming was sweating violently in his heart. Tang Xuanming, who had experienced several times as a magic stick, did not reveal anything about his appearance. He looked more and more dignified, as if everything was as he expected, but in fact he was panicking.
The crazy-looking Prince Dan of Yan accidentally saw Tang Xuanming's expression of having everything under control. He suddenly woke up from his frenzy and thought in horror: "Have my thoughts been thought of by that omniscient and omnipotent god a long time ago?"
?”
When he thought about it like this, it was like a ladle of cold water was poured on him, and he suddenly woke up.
"There are so many records about gods in the world, and most of them are about overturning rivers and oceans, and immortality. There are no true records about omniscience and omnipotence. Does this mean that there is no way to completely record them?"
"For the omniscient and omnipotent God, we are too small and humble. There are so many truths buried in the vast clouds of history."
Prince Yan lamented in his heart, the smarter a person is, the easier it is for him to figure things out.
If Tang Xuanming knew what he was thinking, he would definitely laugh out loud.
But now two people with different ideas are sitting together, and they are afraid of each other.
Tang Xuanming was afraid that some of his random fabrications about gods that would be widely circulated in later generations would drive Prince Yan crazy, and it would be terrible if all his powerful internal energy ran away.
Prince Yan Dan was also horrified. Looking at Tang Xuanming with a plain face, he had countless thoughts in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more horrified he became.
As a result, a strange and unspeakable silence fell between the two of them.
"Big Master, why are we gathering here?"
At this difficult moment, the sound of the big hammer broke the silence, making Tang Xuanming let out a sigh of relief, and Prince Yan also recovered from his wild thoughts, and his expression no longer looked so crazy.