Prehistoric: Starting from Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains

As Fang Yang cast a spell, the picture on the light curtain gradually became clear, and a magnificent, luxurious and majestic palace appeared.

Everything in this palace was bright yellow and vermilion, and there were countless dragon-shaped air currents flowing in the void.

Above the palace, a plaque made of fairy gold shone brightly, and in the center of the light, the four big characters "I am the only one" shocked people.

Below the plaque, a middle-aged man with three strands of beard on his chin sat on the dragon chair, furious.

"Since the change in the stars, the sects in the world have rebelled one after another. If you destroy one sect, two sects will emerge in a blink of an eye. Jiantianfu is responsible for supervising the world. Is this how it supervises?"

Emperor Daxin was frantically outputting to a group of ministers.

The ministers below lowered their heads and kept silent, but just didn't speak. They knew that Emperor Daxin had lost face and was venting now.

No one would rebel for no reason.

I'm afraid it's not accurate to use the word rebellion. The sects in the world have never surrendered to the court.

The sects turned a blind eye to the existence of the court, and everyone kept to themselves and no one cared about anyone else.

The reason why the sects in the world were in conflict with the court was because Emperor Daxin was determined to conquer the sects in the world and bring the monks of the sects under the control of the imperial power.

The monks of the sects were used to being free, but they were not used to Emperor Daxin.

As soon as the news that Emperor Daxin was going to conquer the sects in the world came out, they launched a counterattack without saying a word.

While Emperor Daxin was trying to shirk responsibility for himself, a little eunuch rolled and crawled, stumbling into the hall.

"Your Majesty, Lord Lian is gone!"

As soon as the little eunuch said this, the whole court was shocked.

Emperor Daxin's face turned pale, and he trembled.

"Quick, take me to see it."

So, all the civil and military officials in the court, led by a little eunuch, ran towards the Tianji Palace.

At this time, everyone's face was as gloomy as water, and their eyes showed an extremely strong sense of crisis.

A cultivator who has reached the state of refining emptiness and combining with the Tao can live for at least 9,000 years without being injured. The Lord of Tianji Mansion did not need to fight with others, but he died inexplicably.

They are all cultivators, so they naturally know what this means.

It seems easy to calculate the secrets of heaven, and there is no danger. However, that is the situation when calculating small figures.

When calculating the secrets of heaven, once you calculate a person who is more powerful than yourself, it is easy to suffer backlash.

When everyone came to Tianji Mansion, they only saw a corpse with blood flowing from all seven orifices and eyes open.

"What is Lord Lian calculating?"

Emperor Daxin asked.

The apprentice of Lord Lian is a young man in his early twenties. He kneeled in front of Lord Lian with red eyes.

"Your Majesty, before the master died, he only said the word 'He'."

When the young man said this, everyone in the hall was shocked.

Everyone in the court knew that Lord Lian had been calculating things related to Qinghe Village. Now that Lord Lian suffered a backlash and died, doesn't this mean that there is a problem in Qinghe Village?

"Hasn't he sent people to kill Qinghe Village? Could it be that I really can't change the secrets of heaven?"

Emperor Daxin said to himself.

In the world of cultivators, everyone believes in the secrets of heaven, but when faced with bad secrets of heaven, everyone will resist.

No one is stupid enough to wait for death.

Emperor Daxin firmly believed in Lord Lian's calculations, so he sent the imperial army to massacre Qinghe Village.

"Now you know why there are cultivators who come to massacre the village, right?"

Fang Yang put away his magic and said to the villagers of Qinghe Village.

The facts are in front of them, and the villagers can't believe it or not. Even if they know the truth, they all look depressed and their eyes are empty.

It is difficult for them to accept this fact.

They obviously did nothing, but they were charged with treason for no reason.

Fang Yang looked at the villagers expressionlessly. He wanted the villagers to think about it themselves.

"Village chief, fellow villagers, we shouldn't have survived."

At this moment, a somewhat childish voice came from the villagers.

As soon as this voice came out, it attracted everyone's attention, and even Fang Yang looked over.

The person who spoke was a boy about thirteen years old. He was wearing a linen gown with a sparrow embroidered on the cuffs of his clothes.

"Zhao'er, what nonsense are you talking about?"

The old village chief shouted angrily.

While he was scolding, he kept giving the boy a look, obviously defending him.

But the boy said seriously: "Grandfather, if the king wants the minister to die, the minister has to die. Since the saint wants us to die, we should obey the order."

When the boy spoke for the first time, the other villagers thought that the boy was too young and ignorant, and didn't take it to heart.

But now, they heard the boy say "If the king wants the minister to die, the minister has to die", and they were immediately angry.

"Village chief, what's wrong with your Tian family? Do you want all of us to die?"

"That's right! The village has been living frugally to support Tian Zhao's education. When the village is in dire straits, he says such ungrateful words. You Tian family must give the villagers an explanation."

The village chief and his son and daughter-in-law were immediately overwhelmed and kept explaining, trying to calm the villagers' anger.

Tian Zhao was young, but he was not panicked at all when facing the accusations of the villagers. He looked at the villagers coldly with indifferent eyes.

"Speak! Who taught you to say these words?"

A young man broke through the village chief's blockade and rushed to Tian Zhao. He grabbed Tian Zhao and asked loudly.

His wife was just pregnant. After learning that Emperor Daxin wanted to massacre the village, he wanted to kill the emperor.

Helpless, he had no way to deal with the emperor, and he had nowhere to vent his anger. It just so happened that Tian Zhao helped the emperor speak and became Qing Zhuang's punching bag.

Tian Zhao looked at Qing Zhuang without fear.

Somehow, after meeting Tian Zhao's gaze again, Qing Zhuang actually flinched.

Tian Zhao said without emotion:

"Master once said that you must first have a country before you can have a home. Qinghe Village is just a small village. The loss of Qinghe Village is very worthwhile in exchange for the stability of the country."

"Crack!"

As soon as Tian Zhao finished speaking, a slap fell on his face, making stars pop out of his eyes.

"Stop confusing the public with your lies! We in Qinghe Village have been keeping our responsibilities for generations and have never done anything that would endanger Daxin. Why should we die? You want to die, right? I'll make it happen for you!"

Qing Zhuang was furious. After slapping Tian Zhao, he strangled Tian Zhao's neck.

"Tian Zhuang's boy, what are you doing? He is only a child. Even if he says something wrong, he can just be beaten or scolded."

"Let go! If you pinch me any more, someone will die."

When the village chief and his family saw that Tian Zhao was pinched till his face turned purple, they did not bother to stop other villagers and stepped forward to rescue Tian Zhao.

Soon, the villagers got into a quarrel. Some went up to beat Tian Zhao, some went up to break up the fight, and some tried to pull Qing Zhuang away.

Fang Yang was very unhappy when he saw this. He saved these villagers because he wanted to preach to them.

He waved his sleeves and released a burst of magic power that instantly separated all the villagers.