I, the younger brother of King Zhou, lead the Taoist ancestors to do business

More than [-]% of the creatures have no talent for cultivation, their meridians have been blocked since childhood, and almost their entire bodies are covered with impurities.Once touched by the rich spiritual energy, the spiritual energy passes through the body of life like thunder and lightning, almost tearing it to pieces, and what's more, the soul will be scattered.

The majestic aura is a treasure to practitioners, they desperately fight for it, devouring everything greedily, lest they will be weaker than others by one step at night.

They are supernatural creatures, and they are lured by powerful interests. The law can no longer restrain them. The spiritual energy has washed the world into a sieve, and countless practitioners are flying in the empty world.

Zisheng looked up at all this, in his eyes, whenever there was spiritual energy descending, a large number of living beings would die.

And what about practitioners?

With the current interests, who can take care of the living?

Some practitioners were eager to grab the spiritual energy, and he knocked down one person, who died on the spot when he touched the spiritual energy.

There was a gleam in Zisheng's eyes, and he looked elsewhere, hearing the screams of countless people.

He ran with a mahogany sword. It turned out that practitioners also have bad people. In this chaotic situation, some people couldn't suppress the evil in their hearts, and laughed madly in the crowd.

While plundering the aura scattered in the air, he stabbed an innocent woman to death on the spot with his weapon.

"Hahaha let you drive me out of the school, let you call me a waste, now I can become a fairy!"

His eyes were bloodshot, his own Dao heart was unstable, and he absorbed too much spiritual energy all of a sudden, his mind was already insane, and he fell into evil ways.

He waved his magic weapon in the crowd, even though he was half-crazed, he was somewhat sober, he knew that all practitioners were robbing spiritual energy, who would be idle and caring about the safety of human beings?

His malice almost flowed from his body, and there was another burst of white light. Seeing that he was about to kill a man, he suddenly froze, his eyes were empty.

He stared blankly behind him, the white young man's face was spattered with blood, and a mahogany sword was stuck in his body.

He looked forward along the sword, and it turned out that the tip of the sword had pierced him, and the blood rolled down, staining his clothes red.

The practitioner fell down, because he was already a half-immortal body, and his body scattered into fairy mist, which gradually melted away. Because the fairy mist was delicate, the aura finally returned to the world and was hidden in the air.

Everyone looked underground, and saw a few stones condensed with aura left behind where the practitioner died. The shape of the stone was outlined by dipping in the blood of the spirit.It turned out that the practitioners had low talent and would not be able to dissolve the stones for a while.

There is greed in the eyes of mortals, they think, if they have this talent, wouldn't they be able to become immortals in one step?

However, just when someone wanted to bend down to pick it up, Zisheng walked over to pick it up with indifferent eyes.

The stone fainted in his hands, and all the spiritual energy entered his body.

Everyone looked different.

Zisheng has a good understanding, and his body has no impurities. All the stones almost melted when they touched him.

But has he become a fairy?

If you talk about aura, should it be completed?However, there is no thunder coming, and he doesn't know many spells, that is, light a fire and spark some water.

They are all the most basic Taoism, but with more aura.

He looked at the sky blankly, only to see black smoke rising from a distance, and the world was in chaos.

He once suggested to the leaders to maintain order first, but everyone either pretended not to hear, or closed the door and didn't see him.

As for his father, his father glanced at him coldly, and rubbed his head reluctantly with a smile, "Xiaosheng, you practice swordsmanship well, and when your father is immortal, he will give you a fief and won't let you compete with other brothers." There are few sisters."

Zisheng opened his black pupils and asked him, "Father, fiefdom is already a thing of the old society. Isn't the most important thing for a father as a practitioner to do is to save the world?"

His father pursed his lips, displeasure flickered across his eyes, and he said coldly: "Xiaosheng should practice your mahogany sword well, be careful not to be able to protect yourself when you meet other people."

After saying that, his father left, and Zisheng watched his father leave, and it gradually entered the dusk.

Zisheng looked down at the mahogany sword in his hand, and danced to the lotus beside him.

Everyone greedily absorbed the spiritual energy, and the small spiritual energy had been scrambled, so they set their sights on the big spiritual energy.

During these days, because of the chaos, no one can restrain them anymore.Sure enough, there were quite a few talented people in the crowd, and many of them were fed up with the oppression of life. They became unscrupulous, and the evil spirits in their hearts were released.

The world is becoming more and more chaotic.

Zisheng walked out of the mountain gate with a mahogany sword. He looked at the clouds and mists in the mountains, and looked down at the world.

I don't know when, if there are practitioners who disturb the world again, a young man will appear with a mahogany sword.When practitioners kill innocent people, he kills practitioners.

Blood kept splashing on his clean clothes, and the young man's eyes became more and more numb and cold.

Every time he kills a person, he will pick up the unabsorbed stones of the opponent. His aura is getting higher and higher, and gradually few people can defeat him, and he has become a rare strong man in this world.

It seems that someone is chasing him. Everywhere he goes, the sky will always be more hazy, with thunder and lightning shuttles in the clouds, it seems that the sky is wondering.

Heaven was a little confused when he saw the young man killing his own kind. Why did he kill the future courtiers?

Heaven thought, yes, how can a courtier be an incompetent person?

The sky seems to be favoring Zisheng, Zisheng always absorbs spiritual energy faster than others, others need to encounter thunder disasters but Zisheng doesn't need it, Zisheng can always pick up more spiritual energy than others, it is difficult for others to really Kill Zisheng.

Yin Sheng has been killing practitioners, and his reputation among practitioners is getting worse and worse, even his father is reprimanding him.

"If you continue like this, I will sever the father-son relationship with you!"

Zisheng's eyes flickered.

That day, there was a huge piece of spiritual energy under a city, which was unprecedentedly large, attracting countless practitioners to go there.

But there are people in the city, there are millions of people in the city!

The cultivator flew down greedily, bumping into countless innocent people during the process, and they turned into flying ash as soon as they hit the ground.

However, the aura is buried too deep, and it takes more than a dozen practitioners to dig it out together. They are eager to try, and they all wish they could step forward by themselves.

Just when they were about to start, a practitioner suddenly said weakly: "Should we wait for the mortal souls to leave us before digging? Otherwise, once this kind of spiritual energy is born, the mortals in the whole city will probably..."

At this time, an evil way came forward and said: "It's no problem, hehe, I'll go in and dig a piece first, and I won't compete with you."

"Presumptuous!" Suddenly a middle-aged man scolded.

Xie Dao turned his head and saw a large group of people appeared behind him, "It turns out that the masters are also here, why, you want to snatch it too?"

Xie Dao squinted his eyes and counted, "Tsk tsk... There are 30 masters. Although the aura is majestic, it is not enough to divide it into 30 shares. What's more, some people have high cultivation bases and some people have low cultivation bases. Isn't it fair?"

Everyone looked different.

The evil way smiled again: "Yes, I am just a little practitioner, I really meddle in my own business. You must have divided it up, but I thought about it... If one person swallows all of such a large aura Can't you become the lord of this world in an instant?" He laughed out loud after speaking.

He waved his hand and said that he was unintentional. Although the faces of the sect masters did not change, there was a storm in their eyes.

It takes at least one day for everyone in the city to leave, but in just one hour, countless people feel like they are sitting on pins and needles.

While everyone was staring at all this, suddenly a sect master slipped past quietly. He used the invisibility technique, but his magic weapon reflected light.

At this moment, something happened, and the head of the sect shouted, "Despicable!"

After saying that, he went over to fight with him, and everyone stared at all this, their eyes glanced at the entrance of the spiritual energy.

At the same time, they also discovered one thing, that is, the second master was fighting with him on the surface, but in fact he was secretly approaching Ling Qi.

Now the strife broke out, and everyone couldn't sit still, they rushed up one after another, wanting to monopolize the spiritual energy.

For a while, the aura flew randomly, and they ignored the existence of the surrounding creatures.The heads of the sects fought with all their strength, and the soil was blown apart when the spiritual energy dispersed. The majestic spiritual energy overflowed into the air, and the innocent creatures who hadn't escaped were implicated and died on the spot.

In an instant, the situation changed suddenly, with lightning and thunder, more and more practitioners began to fight.

They thought, why only the master can make a profit?

If they swallowed the spiritual energy, wouldn't they be able to become the rulers of the world?

The situation became more and more chaotic, and one of the practitioners was particularly eye-catching.

He was a middle-aged man, wearing the unique costume of the head of the sect, and he danced with a sword very powerfully, easily killing the rest of his competitors.

Along the way, people blocked and killed the Buddha, and he was getting closer and closer to the spiritual energy, and the madness in his eyes became more and more obvious.

When he touched the aura, he laughed out loud, held the aura in his hand and lifted it up, the soil gradually loosened, and the aura burst out instantly, his smile was uncontrollable, white light dazzled his eyes.

"Don't mention—" A clear voice came from behind him.

The man paused, he knew who it was.

"Xiao Sheng, do you know what this aura means to being a father?"

Behind him, the tip of Zisheng's sword was bleeding, and he looked at his father seriously, "Father, even if you want it, can you wait a little longer? I won't let others get close to my father. If someone really comes, my father will bring it up again." It's not too late."

The man snorted coldly, "Indecisive!"

Even though Zisheng begged repeatedly, the man still ignored him, he raised his aura and smiled wildly.

The stone came out of the soil, and just when the spiritual energy was about to disperse, the mahogany sword directly penetrated him, and the man's pupils shrank into a single point.

"Father..." The world fell silent, only the voice of the youth remained.

A few years ago, he gave his son a mahogany sword.Years later, his son terminated him with a mahogany sword.

The man fell down and lost his vitality.When he was about to die, his pupils reflected the face of the young man.

Zisheng looked at his father a few times, and gradually put his hand on the aura.

Later, Zisheng got a whole piece of spiritual energy, and no living beings in the world suffered because of it.

Zisheng was a gentle person, but he killed countless people during that time.

The clothes went from clean to blood red to black, he killed his father, the friends who had a good time with him, the elders who took great care of him...

That chaos lasted for two years, and his cultivation was getting higher and higher. Gradually, others were afraid of him, and they didn't dare to attack innocent people indiscriminately.

There are fewer and fewer people who are familiar with him, and others look at him more and more strangely.

In the impression of others, there is a young man who is always dressed in black. He has a cold face and keeps strangers away.

He killed all the practitioners, stole the aura of others, and made his cultivation higher and higher.

Some people say that he is trying to save others in order to become stronger, but he is already strong enough, why is he looking for spiritual energy in the world?

Big and small, comers are welcome.

He took away all the aura that could be found in the world, arousing the envy of others, and they began to maliciously speculate on him and slander him.

"Maybe human nature is inherently evil? It's a lie that he saved the world, but it's true that he took away the spiritual energy."

"It's said that he is kind. I think he is scheming. He has been pretending for so many years. I never saw him kill his father, relatives and friends so decisively!"

The young man heard all this clearly, but he always sat on the top of the mountain and looked at the sky.

No one can see it, but he can see it.

There is always a golden ladder leading to heaven in front of him, and it seems to welcome him at any time.

He smiled and waved to the sky.

After sitting on the top of the mountain for one night, he went down the mountain again, and he continued to search for the spiritual energy scattered in the world.

In addition to those fragmentary ones, there are also those in the practitioner's body.

He had to make sure that there was no more aura in the world.

Heaven is more and more confused about everything about him, because his courtiers are getting fewer and fewer.

Until the last piece of spiritual energy entered his body, he happily lay on the top of the mountain and drew pictures.

In this way, he filtered out the fine spirit energy with his fingertips, and drew one picture after another in the air.

First, there is a picture of their house, where his mother seems to be still there, leaning on the pillar and laughing while watching him draw pictures there.

Later, he went to the kindergarten and had a good chat with the children. A female classmate was very kind to him and often stood in front of him, warning everyone not to bully him.

But not long ago, he killed a man who was doing anything wrong. That man had no intention of gaining the Tao, and he happened to be the younger brother of that female classmate.

Later, he went to elementary school and made friends with many friends. That was his favorite paradise.

Later, the spiritual energy spread in the school, and he also destroyed the school with his own hands.

When he was in middle school, he lay under a willow tree, which often shaded him.

But for some reason, the willow tree became bad when it got the Tao.

One painting after another spread out, and the aura like fine sand rushed to the mountains and rivers.

His ears were full of insults, and there were voices of others who feared him.

[He is the only powerful practitioner left in the world, so shouldn't we? ]

Zisheng laughed.

How come there is only one left?There are many more in the world, but they are not very powerful.

He drew simple spells one after another, and the spells floated to every mountain and every ocean. He prayed for the world, and no one should use spells to harm creatures without aura.

After leaving a suitable aura for the world, the excess aura is used to strengthen the world.

The aura in Zisheng's body was moving faster and faster, even the strongest tendons were broken by the aura.

His consciousness became weaker and weaker, his fingers lost strength, and the brush and ink in his paintings became thinner and thinner...

Tian realized that something was wrong, and was furious, with bursts of thunder rushing towards Zisheng.

However, before the thunder struck him, the young man had already turned into ashes and disappeared into this world.

It's just that the last painting didn't spread out, and that painting was very, very big.What was painted was a cloud, and after aerial photography, everyone saw it.

It was a smiley face, like this—

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At night, everyone had a good dream, and the clouds dispersed. Since then, the world has never condensed into one piece of spiritual energy, and everything has gradually returned to peace.