Shen Gongbao Great Sage Persuading Death Immortal

Chapter 20 Specially for the Heavenly Emperor's Tribulation
If the sky is sentimental and the sky is old, the right path in the world is vicissitudes of life.

The tiger and the dragon beat the past, turning the world upside down and generous.

The sea of ​​vitality in Haotian is mighty and full of heaven and earth. It is the aggregate of all luck, the ultimate expression of the will of heaven and man, and the origin of mountains, rivers and earth.

Emperor Yuanyang wants to seize the will of the world, master the local heaven, and become the true god of creation comparable to the fruit of the earth and immortality.

Such a great cause, such a fruitful position, is there no backlash, and it is bound to face a mighty counterattack of the world trend. The more critical the moment, the more turbulent this trend will be.

The backlash from heaven and earth, Emperor Yuanyang can forcefully suppress it with his own mighty power, and at the cost of deep sleep, forcibly hold back the will of the world.

However, only human nature cannot be suppressed, the world is eternal, tyrannical but hard to change, human nature is small, loose but changeable.

Rigidity is easy to break. If you do something extinct, it will definitely arouse the fate of humanity to counterattack in an all-round way, connect the essence of heaven and earth, intersect with the stars and earth, and breed countless heroes. Set off a mighty war against the sky.

Emperor Yuanyang wanted to compete with the will of the world, and often fell into a deep sleep, suppressing for a while, but not for a lifetime.

So, he chose another method.

Cut down the words of the ancient sages, practice the way of gods, spirits and luck, and respect the dynasty alone, and the line of life will last forever.

Suppressing humanity with the Son of Heaven, even if there are variables, the dynasty has only been around for 300 years, and it has always been under the supervision of Emperor Yuanyang, so it cannot start a war against the sky.

The fact is also true, like Song Lingdi, the son of heaven who committed crimes during his lifetime can ascend to the heavenly palace after death and enjoy the glory of bliss, just because he is the blood of the emperor of heaven.

If there are another 500 years, the east wind will overwhelm the west wind, and the Emperor Yuanyang will control the way of heaven, and there will be no chance of a comeback.

However, Shen Gongbao came unexpectedly, and with the light of the sky, he set up a grand wish of the Taoist court, gave the will of the world, and another choice for the local Tao of Heaven, breaking the monopoly.

The will of the world no longer simply favors Emperor Yuanyang, and the blue and purple converge to form a Taoist position, which hangs but does not fall, symbolizing another great journey beyond the Shinto.

The sea of ​​Haotian vitality vibrated, like a stone smashed into the water, causing huge waves and ripples.

The universe of the three realms is reversed, the heavenly palace, the human world, and the underworld, countless creatures who have sensed luck and cultivated their heads one after another, with inconceivable colors appearing in their eyes!

In the spiritual realm, many Taoist priests who are famous as immortals and real ghosts have trembling hands and surging emotions. Since the road to the Taiping Taoist Kingdom was denied, the Taoist school has been in a slump and has lived up to its glory.

No matter how many talented people there are, it will not help. They can only mend the original foundation and become a vassal of the dynasty.

Now a bright avenue is suddenly opened and placed in front of them. How can they not be excited when they have the opportunity to stand up and become their masters!
In the human world, Dazhen, the contemporary Emperor Jingdi trembled, and a trace of inconceivable color appeared in his pupils,

The heart of heaven has changed. Even if the emperor has no cultivation base, he is very sensitive to changes in luck. He suddenly drops the memorial in his hand and is about to get up.

As soon as he thought about it, he sat down again. Emperor Jing remained calm and said incomparably majesticly: "The Immortal Qin Tianjian enters the palace."

The eunuch Bingbi who was waiting on the side plopped, knelt down and took orders: "Your maidservant, go and pass on the oral order."

Emperor Jing said coldly: "I want to have a secret talk with the real person."

The eunuch Bingbi, who was under one person and above ten thousand people, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, kowtowed and said: "I respect the imperial decree."

Then, the eunuch Bingbi got up quickly and turned his screen away. After a while, there were only a few guards in the huge palace, secretly whistled, patrolling outside the doors and windows.

When all the maids and eunuchs had left, Emperor Jing lived up to his majestic appearance, with a trace of exhaustion in his eyes, he slumped on the dragon chair and murmured in a low voice: "How could this be?"

The Dazhen Dynasty in the world has been passed down to Emperor Jing for more than [-] years after Taizu established the foundation, Taizong established the country, Gaozong established the prosperous age, and Xuanzong revived the world.

He can't be called the master of pioneering, he can only be regarded as the king of success, barely maintaining the court.

However, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a state of subjugation. No matter how bad it is, it will take two or three dynasties, seven or eighty years, until the luck is completely broken, evildoers rise together, and the world is in chaos. Only then can he be regarded as the last king.

If the monarch and ministers are of the same mind, carry out great reforms, continue the Jiazi, and join the three hundred national fortunes, Yuanyang Realm will have an eternal history, and there are not no examples.

However, that kind of worry, that feeling of shaking the country cannot be faked. When Emperor Jing ascended the throne, he experienced it once and will never forget it.

The Tiangong, the sea of ​​Haotian vitality vibrated, and the heart of heaven changed. Song Lingdi, who was in the center, was the first to be affected. He lost the protection of Haotian and fell to the throne.

"The time is mourning, and I and you are all dead!"

"Tyrant, why don't you die quickly!"

"Fun Lord, go to hell!"

A sound of hateful cursing turned into black air, entangled Emperor Song Ling and dragged him from the cloud into the sin prison at the bottom of the netherworld. The magnificent and magnificent palace was like paper money burned, fragmented and turned into nothing.

Just like the exquisite buildings on the beach, when there is no wind and no waves, they are beautiful and admirable, but once the sea of ​​Haotian vitality boils, and the huge waves hit, they have no resistance at all, and they are smashed to pieces.

"Yaodao, you must die!"

Song Lingdi, who fell into the Underworld, struggled and roared, cursing desperately, and countless resentments emerged, cursing Shen Gongbao.

Shen Gongbao was calm and calm, and he didn't care at all. What kind of curse is this kind of curse in front of the natural disaster god? Dessert?
"The revival of the emperor's ancestors will surely crush you to pieces and burn your soul for thousands of years!"

The last cry reverberated through Jiuyou and resounded through the sea of ​​air. Shen Gongbao shook his head and said with a calm smile, "It's just the difference between dying early and dying late. Even if Emperor Yuanyang succeeds, he won't be able to tolerate your blemishes."

Those who are superior cannot have any stains. Once the Yuanyang Emperor succeeds in seizing the world and turns into the true god of creation, he is destined to be bright and magnificent, and extremely sacred.

How can it be allowed that the black history of the past exists in the world, and it must be re-smelting, destroying the old civilization of the past, creating the world by itself, and creating creatures.

"Your Majesty's words are good."

There is a ray of light blooming in the sea of ​​vitality in Haotian, and the infinite fairy music is played, and the merits and luck are gathered into a nine-dragon chariot, and a towering god sits in it, sacred and extraordinary, like the sky and the emperor.

No words are needed, no gods are needed to guard him, but where does he appear.

Everyone knew that he was the ruler of the Yuanyang Realm, the Yuanyang Heavenly Emperor.

It's just that today's master is no longer the only one, because the heart of heaven has shifted, and it no longer belongs to him alone.

Looking at the Taoist, Emperor Yuanyang was incomparably majestic, and asked like the sky, "Why did the Taoist come to the world?"

Shen Gongbao bowed his head and said politely, "I'm here for the Heavenly Emperor's catastrophe."

(End of this chapter)