He and It

Too much is too much, Yan Huan. Liu Fuguang said, What's the point of forcing him to collapse today?

I got too carried away! Only then did Yan Huan remember to restrain his vicious attitude. He rose into the air, turned the ghost beast into fly ash, and coughed covertly.

This is how Duanqing Dao is practiced, and there's nothing I can do about it...

You just deliberately want to torment him to avenge the Drought God for hurting you. Liu Fuguang interrupted him expressionlessly, Stop pretending, do you think I can't tell?

Since you see this, why don't you see that the drought god's attitude towards you is very subtle? Yan Huan felt extremely wronged, but he didn't dare to say anything. He only dared to obey and nod in agreement, fearing that Liu Fuguang would walk away with a cold face and ignore him again.

With the most evil guidance, Chishui King's cultivation improved rapidly, and his blade became as cold as ice, with only a ray of blazing light remaining near the back of the blade.

Yan Huan ordered him to steal the caravan's camels, and he did as he was told; Yan Huan ordered him to drive away the dying refugees, and he did as he was told; Yan Huan ordered him to pick up a broadsword and bloodbath a tribe that had taken him in at night. He did it anyway.

I asked you to do these trivial things, can you understand my intention? Yan Huan asked.

Small evil paves the way for great kindness, Chishui King, covered in blood, replied calmly, his face like a dead mask, I obey your orders in order to learn more skills from you and complete the task. My ideals. They were sacrificed for a better tomorrow.”

Yan laughed happily and said nothing. After a while, the tentacles in his sleeves stretched and contracted like electricity. He slapped King Chishui so hard that his neck twisted and his spine broke, making a crisp sound.

Well, your answer is very good, Yan Huan said lazily, My hands are itching after listening to it.

The world in the mirror replicates the environmental conditions of the real world one to one. In this place lacking spiritual energy and suffering from inhuman cruelty, King Chishui reached the foundation building stage at a very fast speed.

When he broke through to the late stage of foundation building, Yan Huan handed him a knife and said to him: This is the knife that killed your wife and children, the knife of the executioner of Chishui City. Take it with you and do what you want. thing.

King Chishui took it over without hesitation, and after many years, he returned to his home country after a long absence. The last time he left, he was filled with humiliation and pain. When he returned this time, he brought death and war.

The king who was soft-hearted and naive in his words and deeds had changed. He swung the knife and then put it away, and even the blood splashed in the sky could not shake any small line on his face. The mortal army could not match the power of the cultivators, and the towering city walls could not withstand the light of clouds in the sky. King Chishui entered the city from outside the city, and the corpses piled up into hills. The waves of Chishui had never been so bright red before.

The prime minister was old and frail, and fear made him unable to stand upright. King Chishui took up his knife and cut out three bloody holes in his body as a memorial to his wife and children.

After everything was over, he sat in the red royal court, with no light in his eyes, and he just slowly stroked the knife in his hand.

After all, it was made of ordinary iron. Its blade had been bruised and uneven, and the back of the blade was full of cracks, almost breaking at the touch of a touch. Therefore, he touched the spine of the knife very carefully, not daring to use any force.

Yan Huan, dressed in black, walked over from the outside of the royal court, causing ripples of blood on the ground, and then raised his eyebrows.

He didn't move, and the knife in King Chishui's hand was already broken into powder that flew away in the wind.

I just pulled a broken knife over here, do you really believe it? He asked boredly, You can realize your mentally retarded ideal, and then go away and practice.

King Chishui stood up silently. From beginning to end, he never asked Yan Huan why he helped him, because the devil's mind was ever-changing, and the devil's intentions were an untouchable topic.

He ascended the throne for the second time, reorganized the army, led the army himself, and set the whole world on fire with the flames of war. He conquered any country along the way and killed every king and warlord. No one could stop him. The most powerful warriors and the most elite troops were just dust under the feet of a cultivator.

On the day when he breaks through the golden elixir, the world will no longer need the law, and he will be the incarnation of the law. King Chishui used power beyond mortal imagination and supernatural hands to redistribute wealth and resources. Under the pure white iron curtain, he created absolute justice.

There is no plundering, because the plundering bandits have long since disappeared; there is no poverty, because there will be no more refugees dying of hunger; there is no crime and conspiracy, because everyone must follow the rules of the new king, and they have to unite with each other and be friendly to each other. ; Even dissent and resistance completely disappeared, because the new king's eyes could see through the soul of anyone in the world, and the dissenters were dead long before the critical words were spoken.

This is what I dream about. King Chishui said, his face as hard and rigid as if made of steel. Everyone lives and works in peace and contentment, united like a family, and friendly and harmonious like brothers and sisters. My world.

The demonic energy vibrated, and his loud voice resounded throughout the royal city at the same time, like a ubiquitous sky, covering everyone's heads.

Yan Huan stood in the dark, cocking his tail at Liu Fuguang proudly.

How can you say that my method is useless? He showed off, He has become a golden elixir. Although his cultivation is meager, who else in this world can kill him? I have rewritten his destiny, and this rotten mirror is still What do you have to say?”

It is true that people under the eaves have to bow their heads. When he had perfected his cultivation, a thousand world-viewing mirrors were also crushed to pieces. Now that he was locked in the mirror, he had to swallow his anger for the time being and fulfill the mirror's requirements blindly.

He wanted to scold him too much, but Liu Fuguang had nothing to say about his policy. He just gave a brief warning: I don't think so.

Time never stops, day by day passes, and the calendar slowly turns to the most critical page.

The four major lands were all shrouded in pure black, and Yan Huan was also locked into another space by the mirror, staying with Liu Fuguang.

The Dragon God was like brown candy, sticking tightly to Liu Fuguang's side, swishing his tail, and said happily: Fuguang, I miss you so much!

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