Sheng Shi Merciful Light

Seeing that the time was right, Zi Huo turned into a Taoist priest with purple hair, eyebrows and beard, and flashed into the Nanxun Hall to the west of Chongzheng Hall.Because the wounded couldn't move casually, Emperor Tianshou took the place where he rested after retreating to treat the Ninth Prince.

Suddenly a Taoist appeared, and Emperor Tianshou was shocked.The crown prince had already been taken away, and the King of Luoyang refused to leave regardless of the emperor's face. At this moment, only the King of Luoyang stood up and stood in front of his father: "Come here, there are assassins, escort them."

"The poor Taoist has seen the emperor of the world." The Zimao Taoist said politely to the emperor, neither humble nor overbearing, "I am the purple bearded fairy from the heavens, and I came by purple light. Your ninth son is the white jade dragon who came down to earth. I counted the gods In this catastrophe, I am here to help."

Duan Muci complained: The main skill of Taoist priests is "fooling", right?Say it as if it's true.

Zi Huo could hear the fluctuation of the soul, he pinched secretly... not daring to pinch, he touched Duanmuci.Who is he speaking these half-truths for?It is to add a little more weight to the Ninth Prince, so that you, the god, will not be resurrected with your soul, and live the miserable life of being abused like before.

Anyway, even if Lord Mercy didn't inherit the memory, he is considered a brand new person, after all, he is also closely related to Lord Xing, isn't he?He couldn't see even the doppelganger Xingjun living such a miserable life.

Oh, look at how good his service is, dear, remember to give 5 points of praise!

Emperor Tianshou wanted to wipe his eyes, but he had to maintain the majestic expression and demeanor of "the mountain will collapse in front of him at any time without changing his face", and wait for the Imperial Forest Army to rush in and fork this liar out!

He was a little puzzled, because of this accident, the palace was banned early, the palace gate was closed, and the Imperial Forest Army outside the Nanxun Hall had eight hundred if not one thousand, he really didn't find out how this charlatan got in.

He decided that this must be a charlatan.

As an emperor, my family knows their own affairs. The sons of heaven and the sons of real dragons are all coaxing ignorant people to maintain feudal rule. Every generation of emperors in their old Mu family rarely lived past 50 years old. The ten-thousand-year-old immortal blood is called nonsense?

The one that suddenly appeared in front of me...

Fairy?

I'm going to make you a fairy.

Not to mention that the reigning emperor is the real dragon emperor, but that the ninth son is the reincarnation of the white jade dragon god... Hey, are you a professional magician?Don't tell me if you don't have eyes, you don't even have eyes!

Emperor Tianshou looked very ugly.

For a long time, none of the guards came in, not even the imperial physician moved.

Emperor Tianshou's complexion, which was as black as the bottom of a pot, became even darker decisively.

Taoist Zihuo flicked his fly whisk and acted in an inscrutable manner. He touched the Ninth Prince's veins and said, "Your life is not over yet, so it turns out that you died unjustly..."

The King of Luoyang didn't dare to expose the emperor behind him, so he pushed with his hands the old doctor Cui who was closest to him and was about to answer half bent.

The imperial physician has been posing this possession for a long time, the old man with all white beard and eyebrows actually bent over for such a long time without moving a muscle.

This unscientific!

But the imperial physician didn't push it, like a sculpture.

Taoist Zimao smiled slightly, flicked his whisk, and opened the windows... Outside, the rain had also stopped, not in the form of threads, but oval drops of water hanging in the air drop by drop.

The Luoyang king and emperor were shocked.

The Imperial Forest Army didn't move either, as if they had been hit by a fixed body spell. One guy was still running with his legs raised, his front feet were raised, his back feet were raised, and both feet were suspended in the air!

The king of Luoyang is sweating madly! !

Is this the mode of self-cultivation?

Could it be... is this really... an immortal?

The face of Emperor Tianshou remains unpredictable, and his heart is overwhelmed...

Is it...

His youngest son... is really... the reincarnation of the Dragon God?

What about his father?After living for more than 50 years, I never knew that I was really... the emperor of the real dragon?

Xing Jun, who was lying on the cloud and watching, was too lazy to entangle with the ordinary people below, so he said through voice transmission: "Hurry up, don't cause trouble."

Taoist Zimao then Shi Shiran approached the Ninth Prince.

"Don't hurt him." The King of Luoyang warned, after all, he was a dragon, and his strong aura was quite powerful.

Zimao Taoist didn't care about such a little pressure, ignored it, picked out the old ginseng from the mouth of the Ninth Prince, and fed a pill the size of a quail egg into the Ninth Prince's mouth.

Emperor Tianshou and King Luoyang were very worried that this Taoist had malicious intentions, such a big pill, this is the rhythm of choking to death the Ninth Prince who has finally got a little breath.

The Taoist chanted again, released Duanmuci's soul, drew a circle with the dust whisk, and transformed into a white dragon shape with golden light, the little dragon whizzed into the Ninth Prince's forehead.

Emperor Tianshou and King Luoyang were taken aback for a while.

Duanmu Ci fell all the way and fell into a cold body.

In an instant, the feeling of the whole body came back... It was cold and heavy, and there was pain everywhere, especially an awkward position in the middle of the PP, which was worse than being repaired by a pile driver.

It was so cold and painful.

The Ninth Prince is too miserable.His mother died, his father doubted his lineage, he was forced to abuse him by his brother who was the prince, and finally he was betrayed and used by his third brother who loved him since childhood, and became a tool to seize the throne.

Comparable to "small cabbage, yellow in the ground", no, more pitiful and wronged than small cabbage.

But fortunately, Duanmu Ci was more tolerant. He had been enduring the pain before, and supported the ingenious layout step by step in the hall, completed the counterattack, and successfully brought down the prince.Now this little physical pain is not unbearable.

What's more, he has a life experience as a foundation, he has a strong mind and a strong soul. Otherwise, if he is an ordinary person, he may not be able to bear all this, and he will definitely have a psychological shadow, which will lead to the idea of ​​revenge on society and revenge on silver.

Pain is actually not a bad thing, at least tell him that he is alive again.

As a fait accompli, Duanmu Ci can only continue to be Mu Ci, accept all the karma and retribution of the Ninth Prince, live this last experience in the world of mortals well, and end the relationship between Xing Jun and himself.

It's just that it really hurts...

——How many layers of slow-release capsule skins are wrapped in chalcedony stock solution, please use leather shoes to make capsule skins, I want curative effect now.

Zihuo snickered: Telling you to complain about me and doubt my motives, I put hundreds of layers of top-level slow-release capsule skins on, slowly and slowly release you...

There is no way to pick it out and peel it if it is badly rated.

Therefore, it is better to offend a gentleman than a villain.

Because of the pain beyond her ability to bear, her emotions were somewhat agitated when she first took over. Mu Ci's new body was in such a bad condition that even her soul trembled a little. Her body trembled and twitched.

The Emperor Tianshou and the King of Luoyang wanted to rush up, but they were stopped by the Zimao old man with a light swipe of his whisk.

"Dragon God Lord, the time has not come yet, let's practice in the world with peace of mind (replacing King Xing)." The old Zimao made a pun and made a few gestures to inject a wave of energy. The wounds, the countless hidden wounds on his body began to ease.

It's so warm.

The negative emotions surging in Mu Ci's mind gradually calmed down. Although the pain was there, it could no longer shake his soul.

Mu Ci calmed down.

Zimao Laodao maintains the image of a master, and said: "Infinite Heavenly Venerable! When parents think of a human being, Bodhi is originally a feeling of sentient beings. Only by enlightening the world and realizing the Dao can Hongzhi be able to ascend to heaven and sincerity."

When Emperor Tianshou saw Mu Ci come back to life, and saw that the Zimao old man really had some morals, his thoughts moved...

The Zimao old Taoist also has his own momentum towards mortals. He looked down at the two of them with compassion, and said: "The way of people is fate, and luck. But there is a time limit for life. We cannot interfere with the fate of the mortal world, the way of heaven is running. But meeting is fate, and I have a kind word to tell you."

Although Emperor Tianshou was dissatisfied that someone dared to show him such contemptuous eyes like "you are all ants", after all, he was well-informed and knew that some people were too weird to offend, so he said politely: "Please tell me, Elder Immortal."

"Everything you have done in this life, good thoughts and evil thoughts, will be recorded by the heavens, and they will be liquidated one by one. It's not that you don't report, the time has not come, and you can do it yourself."

Then the purple-haired old man made a "whoosh", and a puff of purple smoke came out and disappeared.He was afraid that he would get into trouble with the emperor of the world, and this emperor didn't have a long life span.

Immortals change the fate of mortals, especially the fate of mortals who are emperors, and the karma will be doubled and doubled.

The world is governed by laws, don't think that gods... or higher civilized races don't have management agencies.