You Cultivate Immortals, I Cultivate Immortals Too, Why Do We Have Different Painting Styles

"Now you come to answer me again, how much effect have your ideas had over the years?"

"There are still a lot of achievements. Within the rules, many families are restricted..."

"Then restrict yourself, right?"

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Chapter 201 What a Big Game

In the end, the two argued for a long time as they did more than 20 years ago, but in the end neither of them was able to convince the other.

Fazheng is worried about Yan Jia and his group, and is unwilling to hand over the fate of the entire "Dasang" to a few people from other "worlds".

And Fa Ji no longer wants to continue playing complicated dramas with people like Jingdu, he plans to turn the tables, and he doesn't want to wait any longer.

What's more, no matter whether you want to follow Yan Jia's words or not, these families in the capital need to be resolved at one point.

Fazheng has no objection to this point.

The two agreed on this point.

Although new families will always emerge, it is better to replace them with a new batch than these old fritters, and it is always more convenient to deal with them than these families that appeared almost at the same time as Dasang.

To a certain extent, the law that restricted those families was also restricted by the rules of those families, and what could break the deadlock better than turning the table?

But Baosteel and all the people who worked all night inside and outside the hall knew nothing about all this.No one knew that their fate was decided by two people in the sky when they were busy.

And these two are still the ones they want to deal with.

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On a new day, no matter what secret realm you are in, Yaoling rises at the same time, and all the secret realms receive the projection of Yaoling at the same time.

And today's Yaoling climbed out from the edge of the sky just like it has risen countless times in the past.

Yaoling's brilliance sprinkled on this capital again, coating the entire city with a layer of gold.

Yan Jia, who was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the inn, suddenly opened his eyes. It wasn't just him, nor Tanhuaiser's mentor and his group, but the entire capital, and all sober people in the entire capital felt it.

They couldn't move, movements, expressions, except for those eyes, they couldn't even control their tongues.

The whole of Kyoto is like a movie with the pause button pressed. The vendors on the street, the workers on the docks, including everyone in the palace, all kept their original postures and expressions motionless.

No matter what his strength is, it doesn't matter if he is a mortal who has never even practiced, or an expert who has cultivated the Dharma, even those old immortals who have cultivated the Dharma for who knows how many years.

There are no exceptions.

Not only people, but even the cows and horses walking on the road, and the chickens and ducks stored in the inn are no exception, all of which remain the same.

It's not that they don't want to move, it's that they can't move.

The same scene was in the halls where most of the family forces in Kyoto had gathered.Everyone maintained the movements of that moment just now, and even the expressions on their faces were the same as before, only those eyes full of horror revealed their hearts.

But no matter how hard they struggled, they could only stand still and wait for their judgment.

Yan Jia walked from the bed to the window, admiring the imprisoned world.He is one of the only three people in Kyoto who can still move freely.

The entire Kyoto is very lively in normal times, even when Yaoling has just risen. After all, Dasang has been peaceful for hundreds of years, and the capital has never been moved.

This was Kyoto hundreds of years ago, and the vast territory of Dasang supported such a city, how could it not be prosperous?

But now this bustling city suddenly became quiet.

The whole city seems to have become a giant painting, and everyone plays their own role in the painting.

Even Teacher Tannhauser can only blink his eyes now, move his perspective a little bit, and he still can't move his body if he wants to.

Even his backhand, which he had condensed early on and never let go, is useless now.

Being able to make himself, plus the five of them with Lingye leave this secret realm at the same time, has now become a toy for viewing.

Doesn't do anything other than look at it.

Instructor Tang Huaise could perceive this backhand in his body, and the backhand that used to be able to achieve miraculous effects with a single thought in the past is now useless no matter how he pushes it.

Feel it, but not move it.

Instructor Tannhauser thought that he would never feel as powerless as he is now again, but he didn't expect to feel this feeling again after hundreds of years.

buzzing...

The surrounding air seemed to be vibrated by something, and these imprisoned people could only hear noises that were so chaotic that they could not distinguish the content at all.

But soon, the buzzing noise became clear.

"The patriarch of the Li clan in the south of the city fell in love with his wives and daughters, forced them to become concubines, and killed their husbands..."

"The Wang family in the west of the city opened a casino and lent money to the private sector, killing 360 people..."

"There are 36 gang members in the northern part of the city, and 250 people are harvesting and cutting..."

A cold voice chanted all kinds of crimes, and every time a person's crimes were finished, a black flame would ignite on that person's body, burning the still "sculpture" into a mass of ashes.

Fly with the wind.

It's not that one person's crimes are read before the next person's crimes are read, but a large number of people's crimes are read together.

But when a person concentrates on a certain person, he will only hear the crime of this person, and the voice of chanting other people's crimes will automatically reduce and become part of the buzzing background sound.