Museum of Demons

Break the rules, destroy the Dao, and there will be no Dao fruit in the world since then!

Then at that time, Emperor Wa will be one of the only remaining Dao fruits.

Even if someone wants to make a move from Emperor Wa, it is absolutely useless. How dare a mere realm below Daoguo make a move against Daoguo? It seems that there is only one step away from the level of Dao Fruit, but in fact it is so close, almost like cloud and mud. No matter how powerful Dao Fruit is, the first level is definitely not the opponent of Dao Fruit.

Only Wei Yuan, whose background has reached the limit, has a slight possibility.

And Wei Yuan knew that having no Dao fruit might not be Fuxi's ultimate goal.

There is a high probability that he will directly lock the upper limit of sentient beings.

Locked to such a degree that even if all the powerful people from the heavens and myriad worlds join forces, they will not be able to shake Emperor Wa a little bit.

Only then can you feel at ease.

Perhaps at that time, the limit of sentient beings will finally be set by Fuxi to the level of the land gods who can only reach Taoism, the ordinary mountain gods and water gods of the wilderness and mountains and seas, and beyond that, there will be no way to go, only large blanks and breaks .

Everyone would think that immortality is the limit to ascend to immortality.

The gods who control the water sources of the earth's veins and the mighty power of the heavens and the earth are already unfathomable peaks.

On top of it, mythological concepts, layers of laws, and many Dao fruits have all become distant legends.

The day when even the legends were finally lost.

Fuxi will stand on the sky, overlooking everything indifferently.

[Fate] The clone is shocked.

The black-haired Taoist lowered his eyes, looked at the ripples in the cup, and did not answer Fuxi's words.

The white-clothed man just smiled gently, as if he was not the one who said that he wanted to block the upper limit of the world and knock down all the strong. Holding a wine glass, he wrote lightly: Wei Yuan, do you want to come here together and help me?

The black-haired Taoist smiled.

If I say no.

Will you knock down my realm now?

Fuxi laughed loudly: Just kidding, I'm just a doppelganger now, just a piece of paper, and I'm not your opponent, how can I defeat you?

But I really want to know, why did you reject me?

Don't you want to make Ah Wa safe enough? Don't you want to make the person you love safe?

You and I work together, the so-called heroes in this world are just things in the palm of their hands. They all have their own great wishes and ideals, just like the flowers on the branches, but there are thorns everywhere. The wooden thorns are smoothed.

I didn't kill them, I could keep them alive.

Or, in your eyes, power is above everything else, more important than everything else?

The young man in white asked with a smile.

The black-haired Taoist said calmly: What you hope is that there will be no more disputes.

I naturally agree with this.

But if you think that the way to achieve no more disputes is to abolish all creatures that can cause disputes. I don't agree with such a method. Order should be established to stop these chaotic riots and maintain peace.

Fuxi laughed loudly: Order?

The golden vertical pupils are cold and burning with flames:

Whose order?

What I say is also my order.

The black-haired Taoist voice was flat: It is the order of all living beings, not your power.

Fuxi laughed loudly: You say I'm powerful?

Holding the wine glass, he stood up calmly, with black hair hanging down his back, and said lightly:

Maybe you think respecting the wishes of the so-called sentient beings is what you should do, or maybe you don't care about using your own power to surpass the heroes. I really think we are very similar because we used to be the same. I I've had this idea before.

I never thought about fighting for hegemony, nor did I intend to rule the roost with strength.

How is the turbidity, what are the sentient beings, but what does it have to do with me, what do I do?

I just want to be unrestrained in the three thousand worlds, and take Awa to walk in the world. Even when Awa created the world, I didn't want to, because you human race will become an anchor in Awa's heart and will drag me down. Take her on a journey to a different world.

But I paid the price.

Fuxi stared at his nephew who was very similar to him indifferently.

Indifferently said: Power? Open your eyes and look at this world. Yuan Shi, those who hold sharp weapons in their hands will naturally have a murderous heart; ; Those who have extraordinary power will do whatever they want.

Morality is the shackles that the weak desire to bind the strong; freedom is the excuse that the strong want to trample on the order, but if there is a desire, that is what they want, and whoever wants it can kill with a sword, but all beings have no sword in their hands , there is no desire in the heart, and the world can be peaceful.

The young man in white drank his last glass of wine.

He looked at the black-haired Taoist in front of him.

It's like looking at yourself six thousand years ago.

With a smile, he spoke in a warm voice, and said lightly:

I will make all living beings have no swords in their hands, so that there will be no killing; I will make the world have no extraordinary talents, and there will be no sages who are arrogant and mortals will suffer; I will make the saints die and the robbers will stop; I will make all beings have no desires and no indulgences. , don't indulge in lust, don't fall into fear, don't have to fight and fight, you can have a full stomach and sleep peacefully every day, and your mind is at peace.

What's so wrong?

The black-haired Taoist lowered his eyes and said flatly:

I can trust you, and I can even cooperate with you in falling into the world and abandoning the Dao. Karma is nothing to me, only the sword and me, and I have no attachment.

But one thing.

The black-haired Taoist raised his eyes, looked at Fuxi, and said:

Can you also knock down the Dao fruit of you and Emperor Wa?

There was a thunder on the ground!

When these words were uttered, the entire mountaintop was instantly chilled, almost like a heavy snowfall, the extreme depth of winter, freezing everything, and even the vast sea of ​​clouds, rolling and rolling, stagnated at this moment, [Fate 】I almost felt that my blood was frozen, and felt that something cold and domineering almost completely froze myself.

That is killing intent.

The ultimate killing intent.

The black-haired Taoist seemed completely unaware of the real killing intent.

Two strands of black hair hang down from the temples, falling after the breeze, with peaceful eyes and a quiet face. Sitting on the bluestone, she has a plain demeanor. Looking at Fuxi, she just said indifferently:

If this is not the case, all living beings will fall into mediocrity, and you will be on top.

It's not a world of equality, it's just a dictatorship of you alone.

There is no sword in the hands of all living beings, and you are alone in charge of the magic weapon. Everything is just a plaything in your hands. How about it, if you can do it, I will help you.

The oppressive atmosphere in an instant is like being underwater.

[Fate] felt a crazy feeling.

That kind of oppressive feeling made the green-clothed scribes feel their scalps go numb.

Crazy, the other one is also crazy!

Five thousand years of reincarnation, has experienced countless troubled times, and has also witnessed the destruction of heaven and earth.

No matter how rational such a person behaves, is he really a normal person?

A normal person on the surface, isn't there the turbulent waves that turned upside down that day and I am alone in my heart?

[Fate] gave me the answer in my heart.

No way.

The depression and madness at this moment, as well as the confrontation of qi running crazily under such a repressed qi and the surging murderous intent like a wave, the avatar of [Fate] just felt a splitting headache. In such a scene, only his own Only the main body can stand here stably.

Then instead of feeling panicked, you can live in peace with these two crazy guys, right?

I am just a [clone], a clone that bears part of the authority of the main body and shoulders tasks, that's all, I'm just a clone, I really can't do anything!

I do not know anything.

Because I'm just a poor, weak, and helpless clone!

Why do you want me to sit here? !

God, earth!

Why on earth is this!

At this moment, [Fate]'s thinking suddenly froze.

It's like a certain mechanism button is suddenly pressed down, or maybe the camera or the TV that is playing some colorful ornaments is suddenly pressed the pause button. The wind whistling and whistling in the sky, the leaves in the mountains, through the gaps of the leaves, falling on the ground little by little spots of light.

Even in the Taoist temple on the mountainside, Zhang Sanfeng was teaching the young disciples the sound of reading.

Everything stopped.

In sight, only the black-haired Taoist and the young man in white were left talking.

Stone table, stone bench.

There are three stone benches.

One of them was facing his own direction, and he could almost see the jagged tracks from the rocks, and he could see the imprints left by the carvings of the years on the rocks.

Oh, there are three stools.

The seat transformed into bluestone was created by Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan has one place for himself, and Fuxi has one. So there is a third guest?

Oh oh, who is that last guest?

[Fate] Thinking so.

His consciousness suddenly froze.

Then it broke.

It was as if a piece of colored glass had been broken, and everything I saw in front of me was shattered.

Instead, everything is more colorful, more brilliant and more agile!

[Fate] stopped thinking.

A new consciousness appeared in his mind.

The face of the green-clothed scribe never showed even a moment of hesitation or confusion. At that moment, it seemed to have undergone fragmentation and reorganization. The wind from thousands of years ago whirled and whizzed, and the original body of the green-clothed scribe disintegrated. Make clouds, and clouds seem to be shrouded by countless laws, as if a portal has been constructed.

Kind of like a modern door.

Squeak——

I heard the sound of the lock cylinder turning slightly.

The door of fate opened, and a scholar in green shirt stepped out.

With a calm smile on his face, eyes as bright as morning stars, and a gentle face, he walked to the stone table step by step.

The corners of his mouth curled up little by little, revealing a gentle and bright yet crazily hidden smile:

Yuan Shi Tianzun, Yuan Chu Yin Yang.

first meet.

Next, [Fate].

PS: The second update today...