The throne of God is waiting for me

The pressure fell on the boy along with countless eyes.

The little donkey seemed to have sensed the weird atmosphere, and did not dare to be lazy any more. He came to the temple door and stopped seriously.

The snow-white figure just swayed slightly, as fast as teleportation. The next moment, Xuanwei appeared in the center of the temple. His eyes never moved from beginning to end, and he stared at the statue.

The statue was painted with gold powder, and its appearance was solemn. There was a smile of benevolence on its lips. The generous and loving eyes seemed to be watching his believers gently forever.

Xuanwei stood in front of the statue, and the black and white pupils reflected the magic fog. The endless magic fog was like a ghost, wrapping the statue layer by layer.

Under the gaze of the young Taoist without any warmth, the statue began to change, and the smile of benevolence became distorted little by little, and gradually turned into an evil and greedy grin.

Xuanwei looked at the statue as usual, without joy or sadness, and looked at it quietly. The lights in the temple flickered, and his cold and handsome face seemed to have some kind of divinity. The statue was almost a demon.

"Hey!"

A low and strange laugh sounded in Xuanwei's ears, as if bones collided with each other.

As if deliberately trying to scare the boy in front of him, a face appeared on the surface of the statue, with a mouth full of razor-like teeth in the cracked mouth, and the gloomy eyeballs rolled twice in the squinting eyes. The face was about to break free from the statue with a strange smile, and the razor-like teeth bit him.

Xuanwei had no expression on his face, but he subconsciously slapped something in his hand forward with a "snap".

The magic egg that was originally in Xuanwei's palm suddenly broke into a pool of soft mud and stuck to the weird ghost face. The smiling ghost face was stunned. The next second, the face was completely enraged, and the two gloomy eyes seemed to be burning with fire.

Xuan Wei's hand emitted a faint golden light, and he continued to press hard on the face through a layer of soft mud transformed from the devil egg.

This time, the face was like being pressed head-on into a frying pan, with its mouth wide open, emitting a silent and shrill howl, and its already ugly face was completely distorted.

Through a layer of soft mud transformed from the devil egg, Xuan Wei seemed to be able to feel a layer of something slowly melting under his palm, and he took his hand away expressionlessly.

The surface of the statue began to melt. With a "crackling" sound, a crack spread downward from the center of the top of the statue's head, and the statue split into two halves in an instant.

Xuan Wei's whole body suddenly floated up like a feather, and flew backwards at lightning speed in an instant. He landed lightly on the ground, and saw the temple in front of him collapsed.

An extremely huge black shadow emerged from the temple, and its huge body suddenly burst the entire temple. Its overwhelming figure covered the ground, and its tail just swept lightly, sweeping away the last bit of ruins of the temple.

It seemed that it had been compressed in the statue before, and now it could finally release its limbs completely. However, with Xuanwei's eyes, it was difficult to see its full appearance.

The sound of drums and music on the street had long stopped. The lively scene of worshiping the city god before seemed to have happened in the past, stripped from time, and painted into a scroll by the mysterious power. At this time, the scroll gradually faded.

The hanging lights on both sides floating in the sky turned into blood-red eyes staring at the earth. Everyone on the long street laughed strangely.

Their appearance began to melt like a layer of wax coat, revealing all kinds of strange monsters under the human skin.

It was like compressed dry dough suddenly expanded in the water vapor, and hundreds of monsters surrounded the young Taoist.

The sunset on the horizon was covered by dark clouds that floated from nowhere. Xuanwei's face, which was almost like a god, was also shrouded in shadows and could not be seen clearly. He looked around and concluded like a statement: "...it is indeed a demon cave."

At this time, the sky and the ground were full of demon shadows, and Xuanwei's figure was trapped alone. It seemed that he was the only faint white in the black fog.

The demon clouds were rolling, and the giant claws in the sky grabbed him.

A seemingly ordinary peach wood sword suddenly appeared in his hand. Xuanwei didn't even look at it, but raised his hand and slashed it upwards with a sword, his posture was almost casual.

The golden light on the peach wood sword was brilliant, like the morning sun bursting out from the horizon. The surrounding demon shadows avoided one after another, and the giant claws also subconsciously stopped for a moment. This sword cut a gap in an instant, and Xuanwei moved with the sword, and the snow-white figure flew out of the gap in an instant.

And the layers of demon shadows have surrounded him again.

He looked as cold as ice, but he raised the sword again, and the dark pupils reflected the ghost shadows and the scorching sword light.

Around him, the demons opened their mouths.

The violent airflow almost formed a tornado, colliding between the sky and the earth.

…

At some point, only the corpses of demons were left on the ground. The thin figure of the young Taoist stood among the corpses, swaying. His white clothes were all stained with blood, and his face was as pale as paper.

The surrounding scene was like being eroded by the wind and sand, and it changed rapidly. The ancient town disappeared without a trace, turning into a desolate mountain forest, and countless corpses were spread all over the ground. A dilapidated temple stood behind him, the statue collapsed, the beams and pillars were painted, and thick dust fell on the incense table.

"Cough cough cough..." He covered his mouth with his hand and coughed a series of low coughs. Many wild history talks he had read before passed through his mind at this moment.

… Could it be that just now... the crack in the Jiuzhou barrier overlapped with this space?

Therefore, this place will present the scene of Baishui Township countless years ago. This is because the intersection of time and space has aroused the remaining breath here.

From this point of view, everything is just a coincidence.

If Xuanwei hadn't happened to meet him, when the scene of Baishui Township disappeared and time and space stabilized, the gap in the barrier would be completely anchored here, and those monsters just now would naturally be able to escape from the illusory Baishui Township and completely enter the Central Realm of Kyushu. middle.

"Has the Kyushu barrier collapsed to this extent..."

He glanced at the sky and then took it back, barely supporting his body with his mahogany sword, Xuanwei walked crookedly into the dilapidated temple and sat down.

Almost as soon as he hid in the temple, the sky suddenly thundered, and heavy rain fell without warning.

Through the thick and fine rain curtain, Xuanwei saw the demon corpses everywhere being slowly crushed into ashes under the pressure of some kind of force. It seemed that the soil in this mountainous area had become thicker.

——That power is the power of human destiny.

At that time, the Human Emperor spread nodes across the nine states in the Central Territory, established the Nine Provinces Barrier, and exiled hundreds of tribes outside the Central Territory, in all directions, relying on the luck of humanity. This is the most fundamental power of Kyushu Barrier.

However, the dynasties have been divided and reunited for thousands of years, and now there is a melee among the countries. The fate of humanity has been at its lowest ebb for thousands of years. Therefore, cracks are constantly appearing on the Kyushu barrier. Over the years, many demons have gradually sneaked in. Let there be no peace in Kyushu in the Central Region.

Xuan Wei only focused on exploring the way of heaven, and he didn't care about anything else. Slaying demons is just to improve your cultivation and receive bounties. There is no difference between the hundreds of tribes in his eyes. They are just killing those who stand in the way, and letting those who are not in the way pass.

Today's sudden accident made him even more urgent to improve his strength. He took out a dusty scroll from his sleeve, and the Splendid Universe on the scroll was dim.

Although he was born with a Taoist body and was surrounded by the Splendid Universe and the Dao Yun all the time, his current age was here. Even though his spiritual realm is extremely high, the spiritual energy in Xuanwei's body is not enough... He has narrowly escaped death several times just now. If this Splendid Universe Picture hadn't come to his aid in time and helped him quickly absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, I'm afraid he would still be alive. It's really possible to get stuck here. How about talking about the great road!

Although he had been on the verge of life and death just now, Xuanwei's mind was unexpectedly calm. He slowly calmed down his breathing, assumed a posture with five hearts facing the sky, and began to absorb spiritual energy to treat his injuries.

Perhaps because of this fierce battle, he vaguely felt that he seemed to have broken through to a higher realm again.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered what the old temple master who had brought him back to the Taoist temple had said with emotion -

"Born with a heavenly heart and possessing an innate Tao body, for you, achieving breakthroughs in cultivation is as simple as eating and drinking! I really don't know how partial this heaven is to create a monster like you!"

"...Heaven's heart is ruthless, but people are affectionate." The old temple master of Qingyun Temple had poor cultivation qualifications, but he had read Taoism all his life, and his spiritual realm was quite high. Before he died, he sighed inexplicably, "I don't know if you continue like this... is it a good thing or a bad thing?"

——Even if he attains enlightenment one day and is selfless in his heart, how is he different from a puppet of heaven?

——

From the border between Zhao State and Yue State, a group of hundreds of lightly armed soldiers came. The leader, Zhao Min, was dressed in simple black clothes. He had restrained his unattainable aura and looked like an ordinary nobleman who was out hunting. ^This ^ work^ is provided by ^si^tu^.net^ and is available online^ for reading^

The knight leader in black armor was half a step behind him, looking at Zhao Min with pious eyes.

At this time, he asked in confusion: "Your Highness, although the Zhou Kingdom is a big country, with the desolate body of Prince Xuan of Zhou, how can I be so virtuous as to be of great help to you?"

Chapter 97 Earth Volume 4

The State of Zhao was determined to support Prince Xuan of Zhou to return to the country and regain the throne. However, Prince Xuan of Zhou was on the run and lacked strong allies. The two sides immediately hit it off and agreed to meet at the border of Zhao and Yue.

What was unexpected was that this time Prince Min actually led 300 black flame troops to greet him.

"Indeed, it's not worth coming here just for Prince Zhou Xuan." Hearing the question from Chang Yun, the leader of the Black Flame Army, Zhao Min smiled and his tone was very calm.

The hundreds of riders around them all had a matter-of-fact expression, and they didn't seem to think Zhao Min's tone was too arrogant at all. Perhaps in their eyes, their prince has clearly been condescending to the extreme.

Zhao Min's eyes swept across everyone's faces one by one, and finally fell on Chang Yun: "... I have my own plan for this matter, Commander Chang, don't worry."

The reason why Zhao Min came here was to check whether Prince Xuan of Zhou was a suitable candidate, but it was a secondary matter; the more important reason was that he wanted to witness with his own eyes the features of other countries besides Zhao.

Otherwise, being trapped in the Zhaoguo Palace and planning the world will be nothing more than talking on paper and behind closed doors, and may also be filled with inappropriate and absurd remarks.

However, what Zhaomin didn't expect was that the time had come and the prince Xuan of Zhou who was supposed to be appointed never showed up.

Zhao Min had a bad premonition in his heart.

...This Prince Zhou could not be so unlucky that he had already been captured by King Zhou's people, right?

In fact, compared with Zhou Xuan's situation at this time and Zhao Min's guess, it's hard to tell which one is worse.

He fled all the way from the Kingdom of Zhou, and other small countries avoided him. Only the Kingdom of Zhao was willing to lend a helping hand, so he also wanted to reach the Kingdom of Zhao as soon as possible, get help from King Zhao, and get rid of the pursuit of King Zhou.

Unexpectedly, when passing through Yue State, Xuanwei Zhenren's reputation was at its peak. After hearing about the deeds of this Zhenren, Zhou Xuan, who was suffering from a lack of talents, had an idea and wanted to make friends with him. If he could go a step further and recruit him as a guest official, it would be great.

Since Xuanwei never concealed his whereabouts, Zhou Xuan immediately wanted to arrange a drama of meeting by chance, and by the way, show his benevolent character in front of the other party. Who knew that Xuanwei was really as unkind as his nickname, and did not play by the rules at all.

Zhou Xuan and others were dragged into the illusion by Xuanwei's eyes, suffering from varying degrees of frostbite, and then encountered a demon that sneaked into the Jiuzhou barrier, which was also a fish that slipped through Xuanwei's net. If the demon had not been seriously injured, the group would have been swallowed up.

Even so, they were completely dispersed.

It happened that the Huai River broke its dike, and the four cities of Yue State were flooded. Zhou Xuan, the prince of Zhou who grew up in luxury, had run out of gold and silver, and had no skills to make a living. He dared not announce his name and attract the pursuit of the King of Zhou, so he had to change his appearance and blend in with the refugees.

Three days passed, and there was no news from Prince Xuan of Zhou. Zhao Min did not wait any longer and led 300 Black Flame soldiers disguised as a caravan to enter in batches.