The villain: the memory is exposed, making the empress cry for forgiveness

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Chapter 45 Stop Saying Bad Words About Emperor Qing

The spiritual pressure that suddenly appeared in everyone's consciousness made them startled.

Nothing wrong, absolutely no feeling wrong.

Wu Pojun, who was at the pinnacle of the Nine-turn Venerable one second ago, became a half-step quasi-sage the moment he finished speaking, and the next second he let go of his prejudice against Emperor Qing in his heart.

Shocking, horrifying, unbelievable, unbelievable.

Similar expressions appeared on the faces of these monks.

Even the parties themselves have not realized how all this happened.

Wu Pojun stared blankly at his hands with an incredulous expression on his face.

He has a similar situation to Chao Wendao.

Zhao Wendao was trapped in the semi-sacred realm for thousands of years, and he was not allowed to become a great sage.

And he also stayed at the pinnacle of the ninth rank of Lingzun for several years, and he was not allowed to become a quasi-sage.

Almighty, venerable, quasi-sage, great sage, quasi-emperor.

Among the five realms of the spiritual body, the most difficult step to advance is the step of being promoted from a venerable to a quasi-sage.

The venerable has nine turns before he can become a saint.

After reaching the peak of the ninth level of spiritual pressure, one will face the dilemma of becoming a saint.

It is necessary to condense and compress the full spiritual energy in the sea of ​​energy in the body again, so as to continue to improve the realm of spiritual pressure.

Every time the aura is compressed, it is a turn.

But the amount of spiritual energy required for each turn is equivalent to the total demand of a venerable from level one to level nine.

In order to complete the nine revolutions, a huge amount of spiritual power is required and it takes a very long time.

Although monks are different from ordinary people, they can increase their spiritual pressure and increase their longevity by absorbing spiritual energy.

But a lifetime of life, after all, has an end.

If you don't work hard enough in cultivation, if you don't have enough talent in cultivation, and you haven't waited to become a saint, your life of thousands of years will be spent in the realm of the Venerable.

Let you be beautiful for a while, and you will eventually turn into a piece of loess like a mortal.

And only when one enters the sage first and becomes a quasi-sage, can the subsequent sagely path become a smooth path.

Wu Pojun is the pinnacle of Rank Nine Venerables.

Only one step away, he was half a step into quasi-sage and obtained the holy position.

Seeing that Wu Pojun condensed the spiritual pressure again so easily with the help of the edict of heaven, and became a half-step quasi-sage.

Many monks who were also at the pinnacle of Rank Nine Venerables swallowed their saliva.

First Chao Wen Dao, then Wu Po Jun.

Although all of them are clear that the dormant accumulation of these two people over the years is already enough to advance to a higher level.

It's just a little bit of help.

But it is this sliver of comprehension, this subdivision, this assistance.

It was this small step that stumped countless monks.

Countless people stop at this step.

Not being able to transcend the ordinary and become holy, not being able to enter the top of the pyramid in the Profound Sky Realm, not being able to live a happy life, will only increase the sorrow.

The promotion of the realm of the two has fully explained the mystery of the spiritual way contained in the edict of the way of heaven.

Let go of obsessions and become holy.

This is the power of the heavenly decree.

This is the benefit that can be obtained from the edict of heaven.

Just ask, who can not be tempted? !

wow——

The silence in the imperial palace was completely broken.

"I think General Shenwei and Brother Pojun are right. Emperor Qing is evil, but when those things are in the past, he is about to die. We shouldn't hold on to him."

"What Emperor Qing did to the Great Sage Wuyue is enough to make all of us admire him. In terms of practice, he can be called a mentor to all of us."

One monk after another spoke out, trying to let go of some inherent prejudices against Lin Yuan in their hearts.

"That's right. I also agree with the two aspects you said. I am really convinced by the Qing Emperor, and I am completely convinced."

"You...why..."

In the crowd, a few monks who were still in a state of sway, watched the people around them express their opinions one after another, and finally couldn't help but speak out.

"Oh, that's all, from now on, I won't say anything bad about Emperor Qing."

Just as the man finished speaking, his eye sockets suddenly widened.

It was as if he could feel some changes in his body.

Obviously, he has received the favor bestowed by Emperor Qing's heavenly decree.

He was following the direction of the wind and drifting with the tide, and he never expected that he would really get any unforeseen benefits from the edict of Heaven.

But now, he has truly received the favor of Emperor Qing, and he must keep his promise for the rest of his life.

Otherwise, the spiritual altar will be covered with dust, the spiritual heart will no longer be, and even the cultivation base will stagnate from then on.

Similar situations appeared one after another in the crowd of monks.

Wu Pojun's sanctification was like a fuse, sounding the clarion call for the entire monk alliance to return to the Qing Emperor.

In the entire imperial palace, the sound waves of the crowd followed one after another, and the words were endless.

On the contrary, the great Qin cultivators on the spirit boat remained silent.

Those bearded old men who were all at the peak of the Great Sage had indifferent expressions on their faces.

It seems that they don't care, and will miss this rare heavenly decree.

The same is true for Luo Chen's side on the Temple of Heaven.

When Chao Wendao finished explaining, Luo Chen's face darkened, and his face was covered with clouds.

But now, watching every monk express their pertinent opinions on the merits and demerits of Emperor Qing's life.

Try to get rid of the prejudice against Qingdi, and accept him squarely in your heart.

Luo Chen only felt that his chest was going to explode with anger.

He clenched his hands, nails digging into his palms.

He didn't even realize that there were several bright red blood marks on the palm of his hand.

He hates, he is jealous, he is angry.

He wanted to use spiritual pressure to seal the mouths of all the monks below.

But his identity, his position, made him unable to make a move.

Wave after wave of monstrous anger rushed straight to Tianling Gai, making him burst into a rage.

Emperor Qing...it is Emperor Qing again...

This villain of destiny who has been pushed to the point Wan Fu pointed out by him.

This villain of destiny who is about to fall into reincarnation forever and will be infamous for thousands of years.

Always step on his pride time and time again.

Always overturning everything he did, time and time again.

Always destroying his hard work again and again.

Luo Chen lowered his head, and in his eyes covered with bloodshot scarlet, a bit of dark devilish energy as dark as an abyss flashed.

He sneered, his smile was particularly sinister, and his smile was particularly terrifying.

Smiling like a devil with a hideous face.

It was completely gone from the majestic look it had before.

"Jun, please lead the spirit!"

When the sixth Heavenly Dao edict came out from the copper coffin, the noisy crowd suddenly quieted down.

They look into the screen.

With that bang sounded.

With Lin Yuan as the center, the aura of heaven and earth in the ancient restricted area suddenly fluctuated as if boiling, resonating endlessly.

Wisps of air flowed from all directions, crazily pouring into his body.

His chest rose and fell, and his breathing became more and more even.

Looking at Lin Yuan whose body was covered with golden barren patterns, doubts arose in everyone's hearts again.

"Looking at it like this, the Qing Emperor should have activated the edict of the Heavenly Dao by arousing a new attribute spirit that no one before him has aroused."

"That's right, I don't know what type of heaven and earth spirit energy it is, but it has already obtained a total of six edicts."

"The sixth tone, it's equal to the old Qing Emperor. This is already a record in the history of Qingzhou. It should be over soon, right?"

"I do not know……"

Everyone stared in awe at the picture, silent.

All monks who heard the edict of Heaven have the opportunity to benefit from it.

But the ones who benefited the most were the monks who triggered the edict.

Because there will be an edict of the Heavenly Dao, which is the approval of the will of the Heavenly Dao.

Strengthen the background of this new attribute spirit son through the imperial edict.

Invoking a few Heavenly Dao edicts represents the degree of harvest of this spirit induction.

Emperor Qing, how many edicts can he trigger?

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This plot feels dry, do you find it interesting?Can you give some feedback.

To be honest, I wrote these two chapters so much that I felt that there was really nothing good about them...

In the next chapter, write this story, and then meet the princess for the first time.

Chapter 46

"Your Majesty, please, lead the spirit!"

After a not too long wait, the seventh heavenly edict sounded again.

That day, the Voice of Tao was solemn and majestic.

The speed of speaking is much slower than at the beginning.

Every word, there is a slight pause.