The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

Chapter 546: The Immortal Palace arrives, and the prosperous age is peaceful

With one sword flying into the air, all dharmas are extinguished.

The gentleman in the painting felt a chill all over his body, and a dazzling blue light reflected in his dull pupils, as if just a single glance would cut off his soul.

 And his consciousness did appear dazed for a moment.

This is the most basic use of sword intent. It can shock and influence the opponent's mind. The extremely powerful sword intent can even cut off the soul. Xiao Yuntian has that ability, but now that he has just recovered, the peak of Foundation Establishment can only affect the soul of Nascent Soul.

 But this is just a thing, but it is already shocking.

The difference between Foundation Establishment and Nascent Soul is equivalent to a mortal fighting a main battle tank, a mouse fighting a lion, and a speck of dust facing a typhoon.

And the essence of cultivation in Immortal Palace education is to turn decay into magic, which is to do the above things.

 Killing enemies across levels is a requirement for geniuses in the Immortal Palace. It does not rely on some aspect or magic weapon to kill enemies across levels. Instead, it evolved from the ideas of a human sage, Xueye Sword Immortal.

 Ultimately powerful, practicing a certain aspect to the extreme, achieving the goal of transcending levels to kill enemies.

So the geniuses of the Immortal Palace began to follow this concept and constantly pursue the ultimate, constantly pursuing the pursuit of surpassing the level and defeating the enemy. In that era, those who could act as competitors were usually compatriots who were both heavenly beings.

 The object that needs to be surpassed is their ancestors, the genius of the previous generation.

 Generation after generation goes back and forth, inheriting and transcending on the road of pursuit of perfection.

 Xiao Yuntian was the last generation of genius, because no one surpassed him in the following thousands of years. The only one who could barely equal him was Yan Tianzun, but he was still half a point weaker than him.

 In the painting, a blood streak appears on the neck of the king, a chill spreads, and his eyes move slightly downward. The specially crafted life-saving robes on his body were shattered inch by inch, and everything in them including Taoism, mana, materials, spiritual patterns, etc., were cut off by a delicate sword light.

 There was no resistance or any reaction, just a three-inch long cut, but it hit his flesh directly.

Bright red blood emerged from it. In less than half a second, the blood gushed out like a fountain.

　　　…”

 The gentleman in the painting opened his mouth to hoarse his own voice, and then he reacted and used his magic power to stop the bleeding, but the wound could not heal no matter what.

He looked at Xiao Yuntian in disbelief, as if he were looking at a monster.

 No matter how high his conduct was in his previous life, he has just recovered! The current level of cultivation is only at the peak of foundation building, and it can even be achieved by force based on the foundation.

 Normally it takes at least a few days to practice.

 Why is it so strong?

 He should also be a human race, not an innate creature with a special bloodline.

The gentleman in the painting is holding his neck. The boundless fear prompts him to take a few steps back and want to turn around and run away, but his reason tells him that he must not run.

 At least don’t expose your back in a hurry.

The opponent must be ready for the next blow, and once he turns around, death may be what greets him.

 He ​​lowered his voice and said in an almost pleading tone: "Senior, you and I have no grievances, why is this so? I am willing to work as a cow or a horse, and offer all my property, just to survive."

"And you should have just recovered. I can help you gain a foothold in this prosperous age of cultivation. Now that the world has just opened, there are many strong people like you. I believe there are not many who are stronger than you. For example, there is an Immortal Immortal in the East. .”

Li Changsheng was not born yet, but his name has already spread throughout the world.

 Others are famous because they are better than other strong people and become stronger. But his name is standing on the head of these stronger people, existing in a transcendent attitude.

For example, Jian Xian, people thought that she and Li Changsheng would eventually have a battle. After all, there is no room for two tigers in one mountain, let alone someone as arrogant as Jian Xian.

But now the Jianzong has almost put "My patron is Li Changsheng" on their house signs, and now everyone in the spiritual community knows that Jianxian and Li Changsheng are Taoist couples.

People didn’t expect that the law of one male and one female would also work on such strong people.

Another example is the prestigious Xianghuo Temple in the Western Regions, which was majestically trampled by Li Changsheng riding on the Kunpeng of the Sea of ​​Clouds.

By the way, the fat fish swimming across the ocean is Li Changsheng’s mount.

 In the painting, you take Li Changsheng’s name in order to survive. It's not that he wants to scare the other party, but often the strong man who has just been reincarnated has a strong spirit.

Hearing that the eternally strong man has returned to this life, he will definitely be yearning for it and want to win the first place in the world.

 He was also like this once. Later, his character in the previous life was smoothed out and he accepted his mediocrity.

As expected, Xiao Yuntian did not swing the second sword. He raised his brows and asked, "Do you know the immortal?"

This person has a strange appearance. He looks majestic, but in fact he is like a demon. The aura of the whole body is obviously a transition from picking up the furnace, causing the yin to increase and the yang to decrease, resulting in a male-female appearance.

 “The younger generation has a relationship with the immortal, but it is not considered acquaintance.”

The gentleman in the painting dare not boast about Haikou. If the other party senses such a thing, he might be struck by lightning.

This one-sided relationship is actually just looking at it from a distance. Similar to I know the big guys, but the big guys don’t know me.

"I see."

Xiao Yuntian nodded, then his eyes flashed slightly, and an unparalleled sword intent rose into the sky, locking the king in the painting instantly.

 At this moment, his cultivation level is insufficient, but his soul is still there. He burns his soul a little in exchange for golden elixir level power.

 It’s not that I can’t beat him, but I’m afraid that the opponent will run away.

On the top of the nine heavens, a green light sword appeared. A sword array instantly covered a ten-mile radius, cutting off the space and cutting off the power of heaven and earth.

Then a spiritual sword fell, and the king in the painting, who was already on guard, raised his hand to block it. Once he made a move, he tried his best and did not dare to slack off.

 Maybe the next second…

 Poof!

The spirit sword had penetrated his Dantian, and all the magic power was imprisoned. The king in the painting fell heavily to the ground, with a roar and dust and smoke billowing. His whole body was directly inserted into the ground by the spirit sword, and his body was nailed into the mud.

He struggled hard, wanting to resist instinctively, but how could he resist the sword master known as the Holy King.

Xiao Yuntian stood in front of him with a sword, and behind him were countless mortals.

"Practice demonic arts, cause harm to mortals, make love to women, and are thieves in troubled times. Now in the name of the Immortal Palace, I will convict him and ask him to behead."

"Senior... have mercy on me, senior, have mercy on me!"

 The gentleman in the painting has completely lost his final reserve and is crying for mercy.

However, Xiao Yuntian seemed not to have heard it, and still kept mumbling about his crimes with a solemn expression. Each one seemed like a legal conviction fell on him, and he didn't know where the law came from.

“The first one is the crime of suppressing the weak, endangering ten people will be sentenced to three years of confinement, endangering 100 people will be sentenced to 50 years of confinement, and endangering 1,000 people will be sentenced to 100 years of confinement. If there are casualties, the crime will be increased by one level, ranging from 50 years to the death penalty.”

“You have endangered millions of people, and countless people have died as a result. You should be punished by death.”

“Second, if you practice magic skills and are contaminated with evil spirits, it can take three years at the least and ten years at the worst. If there are any casualties, you will be punished by death!”

"Third, the crime of troubled times, holding power without serving the people, is also a capital crime!"

“Fourth, if the Nascent Soul is evil, the crime will be increased!”

 “Fifth…”

If the king in the painting has a strong enough psychological quality, he can judge that this law is not for ordinary people, but is specifically aimed at the powerful.

 But the law is aimed at a certain group, a large group, rather than the existence at the top of society.

 There has never been any rule that restricted the top players.

But the law in Xiao Yuntian's mouth accurately stipulates a certain realm, a certain behavior, and what kind of Tao method to use.

 It is as if at a certain time in the world of spiritual practice, there was a law that could restrain powerful people, and a transcendent society with countless strong people.

“According to the laws of the Immortal Palace, even if you are destined to be an immortal, I can kill you first and then play the memorial.”

 “Can you plead guilty?”

Xiao Yuntian's eyes were downcast and cold. Even if the man in the painting was a disciple of the immortal, he would still kill him at this moment.

 Because this is how we respect the immortals.

Those who do evil should be killed. No matter what their background is, there has never been a shortage of people who were destined to be immortals and were executed by immortals in history.

No one is perfect, and practice is to achieve perfect virtue. This is also the standard for defining adults in Immortal Palace. Only when you have certain moral character and are responsible for your own actions can you be called an adult.

 The king in the painting should be responsible for the people of this place.

The king in the painting was completely panicked and said: "No, I don't recognize it, you can't kill me!" "The people here can."

"These mortals only have a life span of seventy years. How could they let me die! And your fairy palace laws are no longer your previous life, and they have no control over me!"

The gentleman in the painting has already regarded Xiao Yuntian as a lunatic, a mentally disturbed lunatic who has not yet broken away from the memory of his past life.

You are using some **** fairy palace laws to judge yourself, it is simply crazy!

"I'm willing to plant inner demons. Don't kill me. Although my Nascent Soul is not very strong, I will definitely be useful to you. I can help you take care of these mortals. My life is more useful than these hundreds of thousands of mortals."

“The hearts of the people are better than the Nascent Soul, and better than the transformed gods. No one can reverse the methods of the Immortal Palace.”

Xiao Yuntian raised the spiritual sword high. Before the sword fell, the cold sword intent had already fallen on the neck of the painting king who was lying on the ground, as embarrassed as a dead dog.

 He was completely despairing.

“Immortal Palace, Immortal Palace, what nonsense! Where in the world is there an Immortal Palace? Since you are teaching the Dharma, you should know that the Dharma has jurisdiction.”

 “The place where people are is the fairy palace. When I stand here, this place will be prosperous.”

 Xiao Yuntian's sword that was hanging high fell down without any hesitation, the corpses were separated and blood spurted out.

“But since you want to talk about the law of the jungle, I won’t say much more to you.”

 There used to be many strong people who joined the Immortal Palace to divide the classes into classes based on strength and to gain privileges based on strength, but all of these strong people died without exception.

The Immortal Palace has rules, but it doesn't mean you can't use fists.

 Under the law of the jungle, it is natural to destroy you without any reason.

The king in the painting is a typical person who wants both privileges and rules. He can use his strength to ravage others, but once he faces someone stronger than himself, he will break the rules again.

 Hideous and disgusting.

Xiao Yuntian turned around and looked at the many dumbfounded mortals. His loud voice spread and he said in words they could understand:

"From today onwards, the laws of the Immortal Palace are coming. There are many rules. I can't tell you one by one for the time being. Murderers, robbers, and thieves will all be killed!"

 “The rest is business as usual.”

 After saying that, Xiao Yuntian waved his hand and left a spiritual sword in the sky, dozens of meters long, completely condensed by spiritual energy, and constantly emitting dazzling green light.

 This sword is useless, but it is of great use.

  Xiao Yuntian is going to sweep away the sects with a radius of several hundred miles. During this period, there will inevitably be a breakdown in order, and someone will take the opportunity to burn, kill and loot. And with decades of experience working in the Urban Management Department, he would naturally not make such a stupid mistake, killing someone and just turning around and leaving.

 He mentally noted that the first step to recovery was not to find Junfu.

Of course you want to see your father, but the people in front of you want to save him even more. Saving people is like putting out fire, let alone the person in front of you. This is the virtue of heaven and man.

 He needs to restore a bright world to the world, so that the prosperous age of the Immortal Palace can envelope the world.

 This is how you can see your father.

Xiao Yuntian ran for hundreds of miles with his sword, plunged into the sect's headquarters here, and instantly penetrated the mountain-protecting formation.

 He raised his butcher knife and coldly pronounced the death sentence on many of his disciples: "Those who are cultivators, do not practice virtue, and slaughter people, should be beheaded!"

 The sword light that filled the sky fell, leaving behind a corpse without any pain.

 This is also the last mercy.

The sect here is called Liangyinmen, a sect based on the method of Hehuan. One characteristic of this kind of sect is that it will inevitably become an evil cultivating demon sect.

 Because of the practice, human nature is the least able to withstand the test. Even if Xuanmen orthodoxy also includes dual cultivation, there are always people who want to repair the furnace.

It is like a quagmire. Once a person walks in, it is impossible to emerge from the mire without being stained. It will only continue to sink deeper and deeper. The fellow disciples and brothers around him will also turn others into the same as himself. No one will allow a person with a decent style to exist in the Demon Sect.

 Unless this demon sect takes the path of Taoism.

They were guilty and probably had no choice, so they only killed but not tortured.

 In the end, only a group of disciples who had just started were left.

They were paralyzed on the ground, some were frightened, some had dull eyes, and some were rolling and crawling trying to escape.

Xiao Yuntian did not kill them, but through a few simple inquiries and careful reading, he selected a few people with relatively good moral character as the city's lawsuit team, and asked them to temporarily gather and manage the old department.

 Subsequently, he fought in many places, destroyed three more small sects, and also broke through the golden elixir stage.

 The surrounding sects fell into deathly silence upon seeing this.

At this moment, the reincarnated people once again saw what the gap was, and also experienced the despair, almost despairing gap that mortals felt in them. How big they are compared to ordinary people, then the real great supernatural beings will only be bigger compared to them.

Most sects are ready to surrender. Surrendering to a person with great supernatural powers is not a shameful thing, and sometimes it is a good thing.

It is a pity that the frog at the bottom of the well does not know the intentions of heaven and man.

 What heavenly beings want is not surrender, but prosperity.

When he saw that he was already a minister of the Immortal Palace, Xiao Yuntian began to rectify discipline, establish management institutions, establish laws, restore social production, recruit technical researchers from previous civilizations, etc.

Although he cannot support the world by himself like an immortal, he can easily manage dozens or millions of people.

 One person can win the hearts of ten thousand people, and only in this way can he be qualified to become the manager of a fairy palace or a district.

 Besides, this world has already endured countless calamities, and it only needs to be managed with concentration. There is no need to face external threats all the time, and it is easier to rule. In addition, the sect did not completely destroy civilization. The overall framework was still retained, but it no longer paid attention to individual feelings.

 It is almost impossible for ordinary people to rebel against monks.

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Three days later, Xiao Yuntian was sitting in the office of Building 1, otherwise he raised his head and looked to the horizon.

 A huge sun appeared, and then slowly fell. A few seconds later there was a roar, followed by a blast of hot wind.

 “Yam Tianjun.”

 Xiao Yuntian felt the familiar atmosphere, smiled, and then continued to immerse himself in rectifying the broken society.

 The next day, a Buddha's light appeared in the northwest.

On the third day, the Heavenly Fox Dharma Stands in the sky.

 The fourth day, the fifth day, the sixth day…

This large state that had already settled down was suddenly engulfed in war. Countless powerful men sprung up like mushrooms after rain, and launched a **** massacre against the sects rooted in this land.

 That's right, it's not a fight for the land's spiritual veins, but a one-sided massacre.

A strong man from a great era came to the world with the inheritance of Immortal Palace for ten thousand years and the extremely sublimated Taoism of Immortal Palace.

 Seven days later, the Northern Eagle is over and the Immortal Palace is approaching.

Today something shocking happened in the world. A holy king died and his head was cut off by a group of reincarnations who had just been revived for seven days, and his death was announced to the world to condemn him.

At this moment, the eyes of the whole world gathered. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of sects had perished and were replaced by a behemoth.

　　名仙宫.

The reincarnated gods gathered together. Ten great sages from the human race sat at the head of the table, and there were hundreds of ancestors who transformed themselves into gods.

They sat in front of a long table made of gold and stone, where magic power was concentrated, and looked down at the scene of the Black Soil State on the other side of the mountain range with their magic eyes.

 Zongs are rampant, giant companies are standing everywhere, and ordinary people are like ants on a hot pot, struggling to survive.

 At last they all sighed.

Everyone's eyes were lowered, and their eyes were full of pity. The objects of their pity were mortals who could not sympathize with the powerful people in the outside world.

 The environment in which they grew up has never been different from the ordinary, and the education they received was not meant to bully the weak. On the contrary, the immortal taught them that as human beings, they should have great love.

 Love people, love the world, love the prosperous world,

 They are born holy. They are not holy because of heaven and earth, but because of the immortals and the human race.

 “It’s dirty here too.”

 (End of this chapter)