Chapter 930 The end of inspiration, help with a message
Taihao's body shattered into powder, slipped from Qin Yang's fingertips, and dissipated into the world.
Qin Yang's heart was filled with anger, but it was also extinguished.
In his palm, there were only two balls of light. In one ball of light, there was a peach blossom that contained a strange aura.
Qin Yang crushed the ball of light, held the peach blossom in his hand, and felt it carefully.
It contains an extremely large amount of information. When all the information is integrated, it becomes the most perfect three-body technique.
It is called the Three Heavenly Emperors.
The second purple ball of light, after being crushed, was just a book.
A book called The Road to Overcoming Tribulation.
I thought it was some kind of skill book, but I didn't expect it to be just information, more detailed information.
Taihao's plan to overcome the tribulation.
Qin Yang took a few glances and used the huge information obtained from Twelve, combined with the information he knew, to deduce the results. There were basically no big problems.
Taihao has several planning options.
Taihao indeed knew that he would definitely die in the world of the living, and was destined to be annihilated by the water catastrophe that followed the wind catastrophe. The simplest thing in the plan was to kill, to kill all living beings except him. For the human race, even if
It is not necessary to completely exterminate the human race, but it is also necessary to reduce the huge human population to a negligible level.
Start a war, let the war continue to expand, and carry out a big plan to reduce the number of living beings.
Seems like the easiest plan.
He can have enough time to proceed slowly.
The second choice plan was a priority that was finally decided upon after the Realm of the Dead appeared.
He wanted to go to the Realm of the Dead to avoid the ending and infiltrate into the Realm of the Dead, which was Taihao who started it first.
But things are a bit awkward, there can't be sun in the world of the dead.
However, Taihao's own authority is the sun.
In both worlds of life and death, there is no way for him to survive.
So at this time, in third place, an alternative plan that he didn't even think would succeed gave him an opportunity to succeed.
The authority of the high priest has been taken away.
And two at a time.
The fairy grass he cultivated to break free from the shackles of the Emperor suddenly saw hope of growing up.
The best thing is that he watched from the sidelines and discovered the most wonderful thing.
The person who can deprive the great priest of his authority is actually a person with twelve connections.
Is there any need to think about it further?
The most perfect plan appeared in an instant.
Wait slowly, without doing anything, until the ten great priests who are not strong themselves are all eliminated and all their authority is taken away.
When Qin Yang tried his best and exhausted all his scheming, he finally deprived the ten great priests of their authority and came to the top of the clouds to rescue Twelve.
It would be nice to start reaping the fruits of victory again.
Forcing Twelve to burst out with the strongest foundation and the strongest emotion as a human being, the fairy grass passed the last step and fully matured.
He got what he wanted, easily broke away from the terrible shackles brought by the position of Emperor of Heaven, and became a strong man who controlled the power and authority of the Emperor of Heaven, but was not the Emperor of Heaven.
Incidentally, it can also bring out hatred.
If you can die, then quietly go to the world of the dead, with a detached attitude, in that bigger and stronger world, step by step to the top of the world.
If the opponent is too weak and he can't die, it doesn't matter. The goal has been achieved and he can continue to choose his future path.
For every possibility, he has a corresponding alternative plan, which can be described as extremely thorough.
It's a pity that I still don't understand people.
If I really hate a person, I would rather live than die. It is definitely above death.
Although for Qin Yang, it is always best to kill him quickly and neatly. Don't play any tricks where he can't survive or die. What if the opponent suddenly explodes after being tortured to the end?
Besides, killing an enemy now just means sending him to the realm of the dead. Even if only obsession is left, what if?
What if a big boss can come out? It's not like there is no precedent.
In the end, I had to painstakingly write something down in a small notebook, thinking that I would have to go to the Realm of the Dead and solve it completely again in the future.
I went there too late, and I was afraid that people would accumulate enough. Suddenly I had an epiphany, and in one day I won nine levels in a row.
Looking at it this way, are you tired?
If it can be solved completely once and for all, it is better not to leave any future troubles.
So, Taihao still doesn’t understand people and Qin Yang.
The extremely angry Qin Yang would only want to deal with him completely instead of killing him.
Although under normal circumstances, a complete solution would be equivalent to killing him completely.
Qin Yang glanced at it a few times and confirmed that there was no particularly critical omission, so he stopped paying more attention to it for the time being.
Even though Taihao was saved, Taihao's authority was not discovered.
Qin Yang didn't regret it at all, but was extremely happy.
Taihao, who was tied to death by Taihao's authority, appeared in the realm of the dead. Thinking about it made him feel relieved.
Qin Yang came to his white jade divine door, took out the peach blossom in his palm, and gently pushed it to the peach tree.
The peach blossoms turned into little pink shimmers and disappeared into the peach trees.
"Twelve, this is your thing, and now it returns to its original owner."
The glimmer of light appeared on the whole peach tree, and after it circulated, it spread all over the peach tree. In the blink of an eye, the branches were filled with peach blossoms, the fragrance of the flowers was overflowing, and the faint smell of fairy grass was like the spring breeze blowing.
Qin Yang's mind became calm in an instant, and the side effects caused by excessive use of Si Zi Jue were silently eliminated.
Already turned into withered bones, Qin Baldou, who had been waiting to watch the excitement and refused to take his last breath, seemed to have regained his energy and regained some energy.
Fu Jun felt that trace of the immortal grass blowing through him, and his figure returned to his human form again.
The devastation here is constantly returning to normal in an incomprehensible way.
The world barrier cut open by Qin Baldou has also been restored, and the scars on the sky have slowly recovered.
"Good sir, tell me, who am I now?"
Twelve's voice sounded directly in Qin Yang's heart.
After regaining his composure, all that was left was confusion and confusion.
Qin Yang patted the trunk of the peach tree and grinned.
"You know more than me, so I shouldn't need to teach you.
The human race has never judged whether it is a human race based on a series of things such as bloodline, appearance, body shape, etc.
If you think you are a human being, then you are, and what others say doesn’t count.”
"Then I am the human race, the human race's Twelve." Twelve replied quickly.
Qin Yang was filled with joy and nodded with a smile.
"Well, yes, you are a human being. Whoever says otherwise, I will send him to the world of the dead to receive education from the world and change his wrong ideas."
Qin Yang comforted Twelve, but was still thinking about how to arrange Twelve next.
If a grown fairy grass is placed here like this, anyone who is not a fool will be interested in it.
Greed that even death cannot stop.
Fu Jun and Qin Baldou came over and looked at Qin Yang's white jade divine gate and the peach tree growing on the white jade divine gate with strange expressions.
"You haven't opened the divine door yet, have you?" Bald Qin didn't know why he was laughing, as if he was gloating.
"It's really difficult to push away. So far, I've only pushed away once."
"..."
In an instant, the two guys who were watching the excitement and gloating about the misfortune all fell silent.
Qin Baldou pointed to the distance with his withered fingers and stood there stupidly, like a great priest of inspiration who had lost his mind.
"What are you going to do with this guy? My strength has been exhausted. I can only hold my breath and watch the excitement."
"What to deal with? Why do you need to deal with it? Oh, I almost forgot if you didn't tell me. I'll talk about it later."
Qin Yang glanced at Twelve.
"Twelve, how about I change your place to live?"
With that said, Qin Yang pulled the black jade divine door over. As the black jade divine door opened, a cold and dark breath came from inside. In the core, there seemed to be the breath of death.
Without waiting for Twelve's reply, Qin Yang silently closed the black jade divine door.
"How about you feel aggrieved first and live in my white jade gate, but don't sacrifice yourself, and don't do that again in the future."
"Good sir, I like it here very much. Can I live in it?"
"As long as you like it."
After receiving Qin Yang's permission, the peach tree in full bloom slowly entered the white jade divine gate. On the front of the divine gate, there was a relief sculpture of a peach tree.
Qin Yang sensed it and was amazed.
The white jade divine door that he never thought he could push open has now been easily penetrated, and he can live inside without opening the door.
Thinking about the composition of his white jade divine gate, which contains countless mysteries, I think Twelve must really like the environment inside.
I just don’t know what it’s like inside for her.
After settling down the Twelve for the time being, Qin Yang walked towards the Great Priest of Inspiration.
The inspiration has gone crazy, and the worldview has collapsed.
Emperor Taihao was hacked to death in front of him, leaving no intact body.
He had already felt that the eternal sun had completely disappeared.
Qin Yang came to Inspiration and bowed his hands solemnly.
"Thank you to the Great Priest for your help. This time, it is indeed thanks to the Great Priest that at the critical moment, the inside and outside should be coordinated. Otherwise, Emperor Taihao might still be standing on the top of the clouds, overlooking the common people.
It is my luck, Qin Youde, to have the high priest here. As long as the high priest does not go against me in the future, the grudges between us will be wiped out.
The sky is big and the earth is big, the great priest can go wherever he wants."
The great priest of inspiration stood there blankly. He slowly raised his head. He could no longer see the scorching sun on the third floor, nor could he feel the glory of Taihao.
He didn't care whether Qin Yang's words were sincere or out of spite, and he murmured to himself tremblingly.
"This... Emperor of Heaven, why is he gone?"
"Oh, you're asking this, but actually it's nothing to talk about now."
Qin Yang put aside the matter of Twelve, briefly told the truth about the process, and emphatically praised the great priest of inspiration for his last-minute assist.
If it weren't for the inspiration of the great priest, the inside should be in harmony with the outside.
With his strength, he exploded with all his strength. Even with Qin Kun's hatchet in hand, he could kill the winter here with the same method as the winter. He was already at the end of his strength.
It is completely impossible to open the coffin of winter again.
It is also necessary for the Great Priest of Inspiration to seize the opportunity and rise up at the critical moment to let the Inspiration Authority appear in the world again, giving Taihao the power of the Inspiration Authority, and at the same time allowing him to put on the yoke of the Emperor of Heaven again.
Qin Yang briefly talked about it, and also emphasized that Taihao's plan was to kill their ten great priests.
Then, before he finished speaking, the expression of the great priest of inspiration cracked.
The joy of escaping had not yet appeared, but he was overwhelmed by greater despair and could not breathe. At this moment, the last straw hit him.
His body exploded with a bang.
However, there was no trace of blood. In an instant, his exploded body returned to its original shape without even a single hair being damaged.
The mentality explodes, the belief collapses, the cognition is subverted, everything is out of control, but it is still intact, not to mention wanting to die, it is impossible to break the skin.
He turned around and walked towards the Inspiration Palace step by step like a walking zombie, repeating indistinctly.
"It was me who harmed the Emperor of Heaven..."
"It was me who harmed the Emperor of Heaven..."
Emperor Taihao is gone, as are the other nine great priests. What is the meaning of his existence as the great priest of inspiration?
His face was ashen, and there was no trace of life in his eyes as he walked step by step to the coffin of winter.
The lid of the coffin has been lifted, and the curse tablet with his name written on it is placed inside intact.
He took out the curse tablet and kept repeating those words.
After repeating it for a long time, he held his curse tablet and muttered to himself.
"It is the authority of inspiration that shackles the Emperor of Heaven. If the authority of inspiration is no longer there, will the Emperor of Heaven be able to come back..."
"Don't think about it, he has already gone to the realm of the dead, and he will not be able to come back just because he has lost the shackles of authority.
Your responsibilities have been relieved."
Qin Yang followed behind and added.
When the great priest of inspiration heard this, he became furious and glared at Qin Yang with bloodshot eyes.
"Nonsense, it must be possible!"
He lowered his head, looked at the curse tablet in his hand, and whispered again.
"Certainly possible."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the cursed tablet in his hand turning into powder silently and completely dissipating in the world.
The body of the great priest of inspiration was synchronized with the cursed tablet, and both his spirit and form were destroyed.
In the end, only a ball of light was left, hanging there quietly.
Fu Jun came over, stretched his neck to take a look, and was amazed.
"It's a cursed tablet. I didn't expect to see it a second time, and it was used in the opposite direction. I was just lucky. I'm really crazy."
"Have you seen it before?"
"I met my true self once.
Back then, my true self had just said not to let him know who would dare to use the Withering Heart Curse on the human race.
Not even a few years after I finished speaking, there was a bold guy who thought he would be safe just by cursing the tablet. He even dared to jump out and jump around, completely irritating me.
Then, I found his cursed tablet and destroyed it completely, so that in the end, I didn’t even know who I had killed.”
After the incarnation of Fujun finished speaking, he pointed at the authority left by the great priest of inspiration.
"Aren't you going to accept it?"
"Take it."
"Aren't you afraid that Taihao will really appear in the Realm of the Dead?"
"That's bad luck for me!"
Qin Yang glanced sideways at Fujun's incarnation, opened his mouth and swallowed the light ball containing the power of inspiration, but did not take out the Book of God-Sealing anyway.
"You are so careful!"
"hehe……"
Just look at the way Mr. Fu stretched his neck, and you knew what he wanted to do.
Even if he was beaten to death, he would not be able to take out the Book of Gods. If this bitch had the ability, he would recognize it if he looked directly into his eyes.
Qin Baldou walked over slowly, and the death energy on his body had completely dissipated.
He glanced at Fujun's incarnation and curled his lips.
"Master Fu, please listen to my advice. This guy is sinister and cruel, but he seems harmless to humans and animals. He is not bad for his own people. But if you provoke him, things will be different.
You'd better not provoke him, otherwise, I don't think you have a chance to recover.
He is definitely capable of killing all your incarnations one by one without your knowledge."
"Master Qin, you made too many enemies back then, it must be because of your mouth."
"Heh, come and beat me to death if you can." Qin Baldou sneered and didn't take it seriously.
"Okay, my time is up, I'm leaving. I've been wanting to go to the Realm of the Dead for a long time."
"Wait a minute!" Qin Yang took out a jade slip, handed it to Qin Baldou, and said calmly: "Master Qin, since you are leaving, I can help you with a message and introduce some people to you.
We know, after all, Emperor Fengdu is very powerful over there."
Qin Baldou picked up the jade slip and looked at it, his expression was startled.
The jade slips are densely packed with hundreds of oral messages.
Especially the last one.
After arriving there, it was widely announced that Taihao was dead and might appear in the realm of the dead. It also came with a high-definition portrait of Taihao.