The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down Chapter 552

Chapter 552 The Sword of Killing

Kongmiaomen, the once prosperous sect suddenly turned into bare hills and ruined walls.

Only the drops of blood raining down symbolized the existence of those sect disciples.

There is a debate in the Immortal Palace Conference about the treatment of sect disciples. Not everyone is a bad person, and the impact of the environment on people is extremely serious. There may be people who are unwilling to do evil subjectively, but the objective environment forces them to reform.

Pretending to be a white lotus in the magic gate is simply seeking death. The best way is to disguise yourself. Put your own life first, and then take care of others.

The biggest difference between the great masters of the Immortal Palace and the great masters of other eras is not the exquisite Taoism and the inheritance that far exceeds any era. Rather, it is virtue, a heart that dares to help the people, compassion, and recognition.

In their eyes there are no immortals, only compatriots.

The experience and education of the great supernatural beings in the Asgard will not allow them to directly draw a line between good and bad, let alone require everyone to possess the virtues of a saint.

An immortal once said: "There is a sage who said that if you promote good people, the people will fight against each other; if you let the wise know, the people will steal from each other. After thousands of generations, there will be people who cannibalize each other." '

There are countless interpretations of this statement, but ultimately they all point to the same meaning. If there is an absolute morality of benevolence and righteousness, then the phenomenon of cannibalism will definitely occur in a thousand years, and it will definitely continue for thousands of years.

In the modern context, it is moral kidnapping, requiring everyone to have a kind of morality that is difficult for others, and this demand has no upper limit.

How to deal with the disciples of the sect is something they need to consider carefully.

The final vote is a sharp cut of the knot. Its purpose is not to judge virtue, but to save more people.

So when Yan Tianjun said that no one agreed with killing people, but when he said it was to save more people, the opponents began to fall in line with him.

Xiao Yuntian sighed slightly, hoping that their pain would only be a moment of fear, and then he turned his attention to the only remaining ancestor of the sect.

The other party's Yuan Ying stage cultivation and divine transformation skills are enough to survive a full blow from his own Golden Core stage.

How can it be so strong? !

The ancestor of the Miaokong Sect opened his mouth slightly. He remembered the nonsense told by the five major sects in the past few days.

　　'They have just come back and experienced another battle, so they must be severely weakened. If you want to invade Heitang State, it can take as short as three years or as long as ten years! '

　It has only been three days.

Five major sects deceived the old Taoist! They not only want to annex Black Soil State, they even want to drive tigers and devour wolves! No way to survive at all!

Originally, the ancestor of the Kongmiao Sect did not have much resistance to the annexation of the five major sects. In today's world, it is difficult for him to survive alone. There are no five major sects today, but there will be more powerful ones tomorrow.

At least Huangjizong promised to give himself the position of elder.

Wait a minute, if they colluded together, why bother?

In other words, we underestimated the opponent's strength. It is very likely that they have not just recovered. This is premeditated.

“Senior, Xiaodao is convinced, convinced.”

The ancestor of Miaokongmen repeatedly surrendered. No matter what the situation was, he could not defeat the opponent, and no one could save him, so why bother to resist stubbornly.

Xiao Yuntian lowered his eyes and asked, "Are you going to obey me or the Immortal Palace?"

Asgard?

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Miaokongmen Patriarch answered without hesitation.

This kind of answer naturally does not require much thought. For him, Immortal Palace is just a name, but Xiao Yuntian is a real magical power, and he stands in front of him.

Xiao Yuntian looked disappointed and shook his head slightly.

The ancestor of the Miao Kong Sect was also smart enough to see this, so he quickly changed his words and said: "I also believe in the Immortal Palace, but I am just talking about matters. You are standing in front of me. Naturally, I will first admire the power of the senior. If the junior has anything to convince the senior, If you are dissatisfied, the younger generation can change it.”

“Afraid of power but not virtue.”

Xiao Yuntian commented that the ancestor of Miaokongmen was a Taoist who viewed things more freely and freely. He did not deny it and replied:

"I have practiced the small Tao for thousands of years, and there has never been such a thing as virtue. If I talk about virtue, I owe it to heaven and earth, not to these mortals. Since Taoist friends understand the laws of heaven and earth, they should understand that I owe heaven and earth cause and effect, but not these mortals. cause and effect."

“But the small way can be learned.”

The ancestor of the Miaokongmen turned his head towards the city. It was unknown how many people among them were in dire straits because of him, and how many people had their homes broken and their lives broken.

He doesn't want to know and has no interest.

"I can completely abide by the laws of the Immortal Palace and will never overstep it."

"There are many people like you in the history of Immortal Palace. They are only afraid of the power of immortals, but do not really recognize the methods, virtues and teachings of immortals. In the end, they all died because people cannot restrain themselves for a lifetime."

Xiao Yuntian has read history thoroughly and has also been in high positions. He knows that everything is not smooth sailing in the Immortal Palace.

The development of things is always curved. No one knows when it will go down, and no one knows when it will go up. That's why immortals are important. Immortals will always exist to ensure the prosperity of the human race forever.

No matter how big the ship is, if there is no helmsman, it will one day hit the rocks and sink.

The two looked at each other, and the ancestor of the Miao Kong Sect sighed, knowing that the other party was determined to kill him, and he had to pay the price to escape.

He stood up slowly, his cultivation level suddenly increased, reaching the peak of Nascent Soul in almost one breath, and he was about to break through to become a god.

Burn the Dao foundation, that is, cultivation, body, soul, and lifespan.

It can make a monk's strength expand several times in a short period of time. Generally speaking, it is difficult to directly cross a large realm. Even if it is crossed, it is just that the mana has been reached, and one's own understanding of the Tao is still insufficient.

But reincarnations are different. They are already in that state, but their bodies and magic power cannot keep up.

Zheng!

Another dazzling sword light slashed down, and the ultimate and dazzling sword intent came instantly.

The ancestor of the Miao Kong Sect raised his hand and struck a palm. The Taoist method was cut off instantly before it came out. Half of his palm was cut off, and his five fingers dropped to the ground, bleeding profusely.

grass! The second generation of Sword Immortal?

Such sword intent reminded the ancestor of the Miaokong Sect to recall some bad memories. He was also hunted down by the Sword Immortal in China back then. It's just that the person in front of him seems to be stronger than the Sword Immortal.

“Senior, farewell.”

The ancestor of Miaokongmen immediately gave up the plan of confrontation, turned around and moved ten thousand meters, and fled. Xiao Yuntian chased him with sword light, and the two of them chased each other.

The ancestor of the Miao Kong Sect, who cultivated at the stage of transformation into gods, escaped for hundreds of miles in just a few breaths, and no one came to help him along the way. All he saw was that the entire land was ablaze, and all nearby sects were facing encirclement and suppression by mysterious powerful men.

He became increasingly certain that this was a premeditated attack.

Where do these people come from? And why?

Since you have such strength, why not seize China?

With full of doubts and an unknown fear, the ancestor of Miaokongmen quickened his pace and fled this place of right and wrong as soon as possible. Suddenly, he realized something was wrong. The frightening sword intent behind him did not disappear or weaken, but instead got closer and closer.

He only escaped for five breaths, which was short for a mortal, but enough to determine the difference between life and death in a battle between people with great supernatural powers.

Including whether he can escape.

There is an unwritten law in the spiritual world. Assuming that the strengths of both parties are equal, if one party tries to escape, it will be impossible for one of them to kill it without additional means. Even if you have additional means, if you cannot deal a fatal blow within three breaths, it will be difficult to win.

Because the escaper only needs to worry about escaping, while the pursuer needs to worry about both speed and attack.

Xiao Yuntian's cultivation level is much lower than his own. Even if his Taoism reaches a higher level, even if he is a holy king, he cannot kill himself.

But why can he hold on to himself so tightly?

Glancing behind him with his peripheral vision, the ancestor of the Miao Kong Sect suddenly felt his scalp numb, and his three souls and six souls were almost scared out of his body.

Only a bright flash of fire was seen, which was the brilliance brought by the burning Taoist base.

Xiao Yuntian also started to burn the Dao Foundation, but he only burned the life span, and his cultivation level did not directly touch the Transformation God, but went from the Golden Pill to the Nascent Soul.

Yuan Ying kills the gods, which is a matter of course for a genius like him in the Immortal Palace.

“Behead!”

The sword came out, and the bright sword light flew over, bringing frost and snow all over the sky.

Miaokongmen Patriarch had previous experience. This time he did not think about how to perfectly block the sword, but immediately gave up one arm.

The sword light flashed and his arms flew high. Then, because the two chased him too fast, they fell several kilometers behind Xiao Yuntian in an instant.

The two of them are still moving, but they are only briefly escaping from reality. The flames burning against the air at their speed are like two meteors.

The Patriarch of the Miao Kong Sect couldn't help but roared: "You have no hatred or grudge against me. Don't bully others too much. If you really want to kill them all, I won't hesitate to take my own life!"

　　He had already admitted defeat, and retreated voluntarily, and even swore an oath, but the other party was still pursuing him, clearly intending to kill them all.

"Have you ever looked down at the people on the ground? They are my compatriots. If you bully them, you should be beheaded."

Xiao Yuntian's aura climbed up one level again, reaching the middle stage of Nascent Soul, burning for a hundred years.

The magic sword transformed by the sword intention in his hand turned blood red, and was wrapped with a crazy and extremely murderous aura, as if he wanted to kill everyone in the world.

The sword of killing, the ultimate sword.

“For a group of mortals, how about this?”

The ancestor of the Miao Kong Sect roared loudly. He was frightened by the murderous intention of the sword.

Xiao Yuntian suddenly stopped, his fingertips traced the blood-red sword blade, and the endless murderous aura turned into waves above the sea of clouds and rushed forward, like a tsunami overwhelming the sky and the earth.

For a group of mortals, as for that?

There used to be a group of swordsmen in the human race. They were born in the barbaric era, and the world was not yet ruled by immortals. At that time, the world was in chaos, and swordsmen came down one after another to put an end to the chaos.

Even if the road is hopeless, there is no turning back.

Many of them were less than a hundred years old when they died, just the age at which people in Asgard completed their compulsory studies.

The thousand-year-old Xiao Yuntian once asked the immortal: Why should they ignore their lives when they are young when they can obviously wait until they are successful in cultivation before going down the mountain? Why wait a few hundred years?

The immortal replied: Because the people can't wait, they don't have hundreds of years.

Why does he want to burn Dao Ji now?

It should be the words of an immortal.

The people of this land need it, and they need relief now.

When he said these words, Xiao Yuntian knew that he would kill this person.

　　When they talk about the weak eating the strong, then I will destroy them.

This is the teaching of the sages.

Zheng!

The moment the sword fell, the sky for thousands of miles was filled with sword light.

The ancestor of Miaokongmen burned everything he could, and kept moving and flying towards the front. He was like a huge fireball, running towards the front without stopping!

Escape! Must escape!

A flash of red appeared in the sight of the ancestor of the Miao Kong Sect. The blood-red border of his sight began to gradually spread forward, and finally the sea of blood completely enveloped him.

All cultivation, spiritual soul, Taoism, and life span were submerged in the sea of blood.

One sword!

Just one sword!

A powerful god-turned-god who burned to the extreme perished, unable to even scream before dying.

Xiao Yuntian turned around and pounced on another sect, and began to attack the city without stopping. There were a hundred people like him, and a hundred immortal palace warriors were eager to fight against this already unbridled sect. Cut off society.

If you look down at the entire state, you can see the blood-like red color spreading from the Hengduan Mountains and sweeping across the entire black soil state.

Accept the decree and welcome your own destruction.

I don't know if anyone remembers the setting at the beginning. The protagonist grew up reading "A Hundred Families of the Spring and Autumn Period", which is also consistent with my setting of the Seven Kingdoms of China.

The sentence in the previous picture was said by Zhuangzi. Our ancestors foreshadowed moral kidnapping a long time ago.

The protagonist's concept is also influenced by Taoism, and his growth and origin are also traceable (head held high! Successful shooting at the target)

(End of this chapter)

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