Shen Gongbao Great Sage Persuading Death Immortal

Chapter 109 The world is silent, the emperor is silent

After coming to Jiuzhou World and getting acquainted with Master Wang, Shen Gongbao understood that this world is good at talking.

In other words, standing on the moral high ground and pointing fingers.

This can be said to be the old profession of explaining and teaching disciples, and he is very proficient.

Facing the scolding of the emperor, Shen Gongbao smiled calmly, and quoted the scriptures in a calm manner: "Shou the country's dirt is called the ruler of the country; the country's bad luck is the king of the world."

"Your Majesty wants to unify Jiuzhou. This is a source of great blessing and a great disaster."

"Today, Pindao came down for His Majesty's robbery. He didn't take it with his fists. It's the will of God."

The emperor snorted, and sneered again and again: "What a brazen Taoist, I have seen it, but I want to see it today, how do you bring disaster?"

"I am the great emperor, respected by the nine continents, what disasters can come, and what disasters dare to surrender!"

The emperor in the dragon robe is majestic and majestic, his eyes are like lightning, and he seems to be able to see through people's hearts. His words shake the heavens, and the luck of the Middle-earth Shenzhou is tumbling, and the towering peaks and winding rivers emerge.

Surrounded by the luck of the emperor, there are hundreds of gods caring and blessings, and the canopy of saints and virtues slowly falls. In this world of practice, the emperor holds the heavenly constitution in his mouth, controls the luck, and seals the gods.

"Emperor Dragon Court... no, it's Heaven Court?"

Shen Gongbao narrowed his eyes, looking thoughtfully at this scene.

Not like the Emperor of Heaven, but walking directly on the path of the Emperor of Heaven.

10 years ago, the nine continents of the world had a heavenly court, but later the heavenly court collapsed, and three religions and hundreds of schools rose up.

"Yinghuang, are you still sitting in the Spring and Autumn Dream of the Emperor of Heaven?"

Suddenly there was an ethereal laughter, and a moon-like, frost-like woman appeared in the sky. She was also an empress, wearing a heavenly crown and a demon imperial costume.

The last Earth Immortal Saint, the Demon Emperor, was long in coming.

Facing his old opponent for many years, the emperor was calm and stable, as if everything was under his control, but he said calmly: "The future emperors, who doesn't want to rebuild the glory of the heavens."

"Demon Emperor, don't you have such thoughts?"

The Demon Emperor smiled slightly: "That's what I have in mind, can those three old fellows agree?"

The emperor is a majestic and powerful man, how could he not yearn for the Heavenly Court that ruled the galaxies in the past, and dream of the Heavenly Emperor in his dreams.

However, their resistance is not one point, but two points. As the three religions and hundreds of schools that overthrew the Heavenly Court, how could they allow the second Heavenly Court to be born.

This is the contradiction between the earth immortals and saints, and it is also a dispute over the Dao.

Dongsheng Shenzhou, on the top of a majestic mountain, sat a Taoist priest wearing a white Taoist robe, with white hair and eyebrows, but still in good spirits.

"Human Emperor, Demon Emperor..."

Looking at the scene in Zhuxian Town, Daozu shook his head and sighed. After arguing for 10 years, there was no result, and no one could convince anyone.

Xiniu Hezhou, a middle-aged monk is walking on the ground. He is tall and straight, with broad shoulders and a thin waist. Although he is not handsome, his face is gentle and calm, giving people a sense of intimacy. The sun shines through the leaves and shines on his wide body. On the cassock, it is shining.

The Buddha also took a look at Zhu Xianzhen, clasped his hands together, and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "All living beings are suffering."

When the war broke out, nine continents piled up, like half of the heaven collapsed, blood flowed into rivers, and corpses piled up like mountains.

They have been stalemate for 10 years, just to find a compromise method to unify the world in a less bloody way.

The high-level monks fought back and forth, and not many people died, and the mortals below would suffer.

The saints of the three religions have always tried their best to avoid the tragedy of gods fighting and mortals suffering.

"Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain."

In an academy in the center of Nanzhan Buzhou, the old master looked up at the sky and sighed: "Perhaps, today is an opportunity."

In the past, the five saints checked and balanced each other and could not break the chess game. Now there is one more, or even two earth immortal saints.

So, can the pattern of Kyushu in the world change?
"I, act as the supreme and rule the world, beat and flog the world, and vibrate the world."

The emperor stood with his hands behind his back, and said proudly: "There is nothing to be afraid of, Taoist, let's go together with the Demon Emperor, and we will compete today."

Human Sovereign's fortune soared to the sky, and the sun, moon, and stars emerged, mountains, rivers, and earth intertwined, dragons were vigorously bred, and the evolved giant dragon roared up, and the golden scales shone with dazzling light, making it dizzying for the eyes.

The demon emperor's eyes and pupils shrank, not seen in 5000 years, and the emperor became a little bit stronger, I don't know if it is close to the realm of the former emperor of heaven.

"What His Majesty holds is nothing but luck Sandel."

A blue fairy sword appeared in Shen Gongbao's hand, and he smiled lightly and said: "Don't you know that in the age of the end of the Dharma, the holy way does not exist, and under the way of killing, the way of heaven collapses!"

"I have a sword that is destined, please taste it, Your Majesty."

Catastrophe evolves, decline and disaster come out; fortune and misfortune depend on each other, natural disasters and man-made disasters.

Shen Gongbao is also a person who has been a Daoist in a realm, and his mastery of Qi luck has touched the realm of fate. A cyan sword qi swung out like a smashing bamboo, disintegrating Qi luck like a dog dispelling an ox.

When natural disasters come to the world, there is no way to avoid them. It seems that it is destined to usher in a dead end.

Even more frightening is the majestic blue sword aura that soars to the sky, transforming Zhuxian's atmosphere with catastrophe, which immediately draws the meaning of Zhuxian Town's doom.

Mr. Wang took the first step of a sage, which made the layout of Zhuxian Town unstable. If a moral sage came out, it would be useless in the end of the Dharma Era, and the seal was loosened a little bit.

In an instant, the green and rusty bronze sword on the south side of the stone bridge resonated, as if it was about to fly into Shen Gongbao's palm and become one with Zhu Xian.

A kind of avenue collapsed, ten thousand dharmas collapsed, the holiness did not exist, and the breath of the end of all things spread out, causing the emperor's luck and holiness to disperse like clouds, like the warm sun in spring melting ice and snow little by little.

"Luck, Dharma..."

The emperor looked solemn, he claimed to be the supreme, beat and flogged the world, vibrated the world, suppressed the eight wildernesses, and wanted to be the only emperor in Jiuzhou.

Although tyrannical, there is holiness.

Because what he has done is a great achievement, and it has contributed to the generations of the human race.

However, for a self-respecting emperor, you can praise him for his meritorious virtues and holiness, but you cannot describe him as moral.

Because, morality is a waste to the emperor.

An emperor with great achievements never sticks to small details.

Anyone can be a moral saint, except emperors, because they are born political creatures.

Seeing that the sword of Zhu Xian's doomsday was about to strike the emperor, the Yaohuang's eyes lit up, and he immediately hit the ground, and then shot, not wanting to miss this once-in-a-thousand-year opportunity.

A bright moon emerged, illuminating the earth, like a lunar star in the sky, trying to kill the emperor alive.

Shen Gongbao's eyes shifted, and with a wave of his Taoist robe, countless big sun golden elixirs flew out, evolving into rounds of small suns, which fought against the Taiyin and shunned the bright moon treasure wheel.

The Demon Emperor's body shook, and a trace of paleness appeared on his beautiful face.

"I invite the Demon Emperor and Human Emperor to sit quietly."

The Taoist in black swung his robe with his sword, his expression was free and easy, but he didn't allow others to refuse: "Listen to the poor Taoist."

For a moment, the world was silent, and the emperor was silent.

(End of this chapter)