Three years after another, Wu Ming never forgot that Wu Fu and Sang Jingjing, the couple, died as a warning and both died!
That determination, that persistence, that unspeakable heaviness!
If Wu Ming was a human being in his two lives, he took over the body of his predecessor and inherited the cause and effect of the Wu family. Then Wu Fu, who was like a teacher and a father, took care of himself and shielded him from the wind and rain in the bad times, as well as the stitch-by-stitch sewing.
Clothes are the only family affection that Wu Ming is attached to in this life.
Even though the love between the two couples was given to their predecessors, Wu Ming suffered from it!
Although he never said it out loud, Wu Ming always respected this couple the most in his heart.
That's because these arrogant people took advantage of this mountain-like family relationship to prevent Wu Fuli from resting in peace until his death.
Wu Ming could imagine that the shot through the chest also pierced Wu Fu's heart, making him make the decision to go to hell with Sang Jingjing.
Life cannot be at the same time, death must be on the same day and sleep at the same time!
It is a pity that Wu Ming has not seen the remains of the two men so far, so he can only set up a tomb as a memorial!
"It's a pity that such a talented person fell into the devil's path!"
The skinny and hunched figure of the old priest appeared in front of the main hall. Although his head was full of white hair, he was not angry or intimidating. There was a frightening divine light in his eyes, connecting the sky and the earth.
"Hey, I don't dare to take the words of a great man!"
Wu Ming smiled brightly.
"Which saint has such talent and ambition? Why have I never heard of him?"
Old Jijiu said in surprise.
"He is a great man who has never been seen before or since. He truly saved all the people from fire and water, and stopped the building from falling into danger. Don't speculate on him with your shallow thoughts, and don't insult him by calling him a so-called saint!"
Wu Ming glanced at the other party indifferently, unwilling to talk more on this topic, and changed the topic, "Now, it's time to settle the old scores between us!"
"evil creature!"
The old Jijiu's face darkened and he stared at Wu Ming, "If I had known today, I shouldn't have had a single thought of kindness back then. Killing you, a beast without a king and a father, wouldn't have caused today's disaster and made China unstoppable.
Ning, the human race has been robbed."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Wu Ming looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. The dome of the hall was shaken by the sound of dust, and cracks appeared on the ground. Until all the noble ministers in the hall looked in pain, wailing and rolling, "You old dog is really good at telling lies with your eyes open. Don't you think the saint has heard of it?"
It goes like this: If a king treats his ministers like dirt, then his ministers will regard him as a bandit?"
"You are a selfish demon who talks nonsense about the saint's words. Don't you know that the whole world is not the king's land, and the shores of the land are not the king's ministers?"
The old sacrificial wine was full of anger, and he was dressed in linen and Confucian robes without any wind. His seemingly thin body seemed to contain immeasurable power, attracting all the stars in the sky to reflect on it, and shed infinite brilliance, making it look like an immortal or a saint.
Taoist fairy wind.
"whispering sound!"
Wu Ming sneered, shook his head, and waved his hand, as if it was a bad smell, and said disdainfully, "You should keep this kind of deception to children, or middle-school youths, for yourself! Don't talk about benevolence, back then.
You are afraid of part of the dragon vein energy contained in my body. Now... the dragon vein has been destroyed by my hands, what else do you have to worry about?"
"really!"
The old man closed his eyes slightly and took a breath. He was so well-educated that he could easily suppress his anger when he was angry. He said with a calm face, "I really didn't expect that you would dare to risk the disapproval of the world for your own selfishness."
, not to mention destroying the dragon veins, but also dared to hand over the dragon veins to foreigners to devour, and in doing so, caused turmoil in China, making the saints unable to take action.
Even the demons cannot do such cruel and inhumane methods."
"Hey!"
Wu Ming laughed and shook his head, saying disdainfully, "Your double standards really put me to shame. In terms of shamelessness, you, an old dog, should be the best at that time.
Zhao Yukun sold his dragon veins to the Golden Scaled Demon Saint for his cultivation, and you don't care about helping these monsters, who have brought harm to the capital city for thousands of years, to be canonized.
The Zhao family's father and son betrayed their military strategists, allowing these heroes to die for the Song Dynasty, for the human race, and to guard the borders. They shed their blood and sacrifices in vain, and you don't care.
You don't care if you set up spiritual officials in all the temples and allow monsters to confuse the people and build altars. The gods will revive, demand boys and girls, eat people's hearts and livers, and bring disaster to the area.
Well, if Confucian Ancestor knew that you disciples and disciples had done such dirty things, I wonder if he would be so angry that the coffin would not be able to cover it, jump out from the sky, and stuff you back into your mother's womb!"
"Shut up, how dare you insult our Confucian ancestors..."
No matter how well-educated Lao Jijiu was, he had practiced Confucianism all his life. At this time, he was so angry that he flew into a rage.
"It's you old dog who should shut up!"
Wu Mingji pointed angrily and interrupted with a sharp shout, "The book of sages has really made you, an old dog, read into the dog's belly. Isn't it right for me to scold Confucian ancestors?"
"You you..."
Lao Ji's face was red due to alcohol, and his eyes were bloody.
He wanted to refute it, but could not find a reason to refute it, because in the Confucian holy scriptures, the legendary Taoist ancestor and Confucian ancestor were indeed in a master-disciple relationship.
Moreover, the Taoist ancestor’s name is Lao Tzu!
But from what Wu Ming said, why did he feel so uncomfortable?
"Hahaha!"
Wu Ming looked up to the sky and laughed, leaning back and forth with tears streaming down his face. He pointed at the old priest and said, "Are you wondering that no one has come after waiting for so long?"
Old Jijiu's eyes narrowed, and he looked at Wu Ming and said: "Since you know that I am waiting for someone, and you still dare to wait here, it seems... you must have something to rely on!"
"Look at the sky!"
Wu Ming pointed casually.
"How...how is this possible?"
The old sacrificial wine has not yet reached its peak. Even if he enters the main hall, with his strength, he can see through the dome that the sky is surging, and an invisible force penetrates the sky and the earth, covering Bianliang.
What's even more frightening is that with his superb perception of the power of the Holy Realm, he can easily see that this great power is also spreading to the surroundings, with the potential to cover the entire Eastern Song Dynasty.
“The country’s luck is increasing!”
The old Jijiu murmured, and his face suddenly changed. He looked unspeakably ugly, and he stared at Wu Mingdao, "The way of heaven is clear, and it is your destiny!"
The imperial family of Zhao and Song Dynasty, which had lost its dragon vein, was no longer the ruler of the Song Dynasty.
In fact, Wu Ming is more orthodox than the Zhao family. The dragon energy is added to his body, and the national destiny is truly destiny.
This is why he doesn't need any national jade seal to carry the national destiny of the dragon vein.
And this is why no one is willing to come, but with the strength of Lao Jijiu, he didn't notice anything strange.
The way of heaven blocked his perception and disrupted the energy of heaven and earth. Heaven was helping Wu Ming.
He didn't understand how a fallen demon who brought trouble to China, poisoned the human race, and didn't care about China at all could be so blessed by God!
"Are you surprised? Why didn't those old guys help you?"
Wu Ming said mockingly.
"You...you know?"
Old Jijiu was slightly startled, his whole body was shaken, and his eyes looked horrified.
"Yes, of course I know, I know what you know, and I know what you don't know!"
Wu Ming walked slowly, walking towards the old priest step by step. His figure became taller and taller, with dark golden runes surging around his body. Behind him, a phantom of gods and demons appeared in the sky, and everyone in the hall was so shocked that they vomited blood and fainted.
"I also know that they are not immortal, they also have enemies and weaknesses!"
"Who are you and what do you want to do?"
Old Jijiu was not afraid of Wu Ming's overwhelming power. No matter how powerful he was, he was only a semi-saint. At most, his aura was similar to that of a powerful saint. However, the hidden meaning behind his words made it difficult for him to remain indifferent, and he even almost lost his composure.
This is a top secret among all the saints, and even many saints may not know it, but when Wu Ming said it, it was shocking enough!
After all, the other party has never been exposed to such secrets!
Even though there had been a few great saints who seemed to have a good relationship with him, no one dared to declare it easily, because he was an existence that was above all the saints.
Not only that, but also bound by the contract of heaven. Who dares to disobey it?
"What do I want to do?"
Wu Ming shook his neck, and a golden body with three heads and six arms appeared. He smiled evilly and clapped his hands, "I want to kill you, an old dog, in order to sacrifice the innocent souls of my ancestors!"
boom!
With all his strength, there is nothing fancy about this palm. The blue dragon's claws contain the power of heaven. It is a simple and unpretentious palm, but it makes the world change color.
Even though Old Jijiu had been on guard for a long time, he was still shocked by the power of this palm. Wherever he looked, there was just a shadow of a palm, and what was reflected in his pupils was also a shadow of a palm, but the perception of the divine soul in his heart was endless.
As if struck down by the hand of God.
"Evil heretics!"
After all, Lao Jiu Jiu was a powerful person in the Holy Realm. With a flick of his sleeves, he rose up in the sky with great force, as if a bridge between heaven and earth had been built, and immeasurable aura surged out.
boom!
The hand of God hit the bridge in the middle, and suddenly the latter collapsed instantly, and endless cracks burst out from between the two, swallowing up everything around it wantonly. The first to bear the brunt was the main hall and the nobles, civil servants and ministers here.
Kick, kick, kick!
A figure with disheveled hair, messy energy, and extreme embarrassment stumbled out, looking at Wu Ming in horror, even forgetting to protect the injured civil and military officials around him, as well as the palace maids, eunuchs, and guards who were threatened by the raging space cracks.
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"How is that possible?"
Old Jijiu looked at Wu Ming in disbelief and exclaimed.
"Nothing is impossible!"
Wu Ming walked out slowly, standing like a giant between heaven and earth, pointing to the sky with one hand, "Heaven has done evil, you can do it, but you have done evil yourself, and you can't live. Even the sky will destroy you, but I... I'm just doing it for heaven.
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To uphold justice for heaven, such rebellious words were spoken openly in broad daylight. Although there was a vision, it was not a punishment from heaven with five thunders. It was a ray of luck-like brilliance that blended into the sky.
The back of Wu Ming's golden body turned into a round of precious light!
The treasure wheel of heaven, against which Wu Ming looks like an immortal or a Buddha!
"Impossible. I have practiced the holy way of Confucianism for ten thousand years. I have a majestic spirit and am born in line with heaven and earth. How can I be abandoned by heaven? It must be you, the evil devil, who has used some evil method to isolate this world from heaven and earth!"
The old priest shook his head resolutely, his awe-inspiring aura surged like waves, and with a flicker of his right hand, there was an old clumsy green-red ruler, which he hit Wu Ming from a distance, "Today I will do justice for heaven, except for you, the evil devil, and return to China..."
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Boom!
Before he finished speaking, thunder suddenly broke out, and a bright red-gold thunder light, like the divine spear of punishment, pierced the sky in a moment, fell from the sky, and hit the head of the old priest.