The heavens start from Liaozhai

Chapter 118 Conferring God, I am Emperor Xin, Favored by Fortune, Son of the Great Dao
At this moment, Lin Ping's face was extremely ugly.

Came to this world by crossing Dan, but Lin Ping couldn't be happy.

Because the world that Lin Ping came to turned out to be the Romance of the Gods.

In this Romance of the Gods.

It is completely the game world of several saints.

Here is Hongjun, a real supreme figure who coerces the three realms of heaven, earth and man. Hongjun said that dogs are big rats. No one dares to say that Hongjun is wrong.

Even the seven sages have to be docile in front of Hongjun, and under the sages, they are all ants.

At this time, the Great Tribulation of the Conferred Gods is about to begin.

But by chance, Lin Ping time traveled to King Zhou of Shang Dynasty.

You know, this world of gods.

The human race is a product of the Dao.

This Xuanmen wanted to carve up the luck of the human race, so it asked Nuwa to send three demons to trouble Chaoge.

After the demise of the Shang Dynasty, a large number of Taoist beliefs were promoted, and the ninety-nine supreme luck of the human race was chopped down to the ninety-five supreme.

Originally a product of the Dao, he was killed and became the "Son of Heaven" born of the Dao of Heaven.

Human race is really pathetic.

After becoming a god, there will no longer be an emperor!
King Zhou of Shang is the protagonist of calamity and the supreme leader of Shang Dynasty.

Destined to be killed by the Taoist Seven Sages.

Lin Ping felt that his body, although it was a mortal body, was loved by Dao Dao, and his human destiny was rolling like a torrent.

Unstoppable.

Lin Ping took a deep breath.

At this moment, in the void, there were countless eyes staring at Lin Ping.

It should be said to keep a close eye on King Zhou of Shang.

Lin Ping frowned:

"This Conferred God World is actually a high-level Middle Thousand World.

Hongjun, who is in harmony with the Tao, is already a golden fairy.

If I were discovered, I would have no choice but to waste my energy to ripen the time-traveling pill and travel to other worlds.

However, what is going on with this human destiny? "

Feeling the source of the crazy rise of Chaos Farm, Lin Ping was stunned, and then he smiled:
"There is such a good thing, in this Conferred God World, the human race is a product of the Dao, and it is the fate of the Conferred God World.

King Zhou of the Shang Dynasty is the emperor of the people, and he is the son of proper luck.

That's why there are so many sources of power coming in.

No wonder, Xuanmen couldn't wait to share the luck of the human race.

It turns out that the human race is a product of the Dao.

You know, even Hongjun, who is in harmony with the Dao of Heaven, tends to be below the Dao.

Because Hongjunhe's way is not the way, but the way of heaven.

You know, the way of heaven can't do the way of the way.

No wonder, this Xuanmen tried every means to share the luck of the human race.

Even Jiejiaojiao did not hesitate to sacrifice his disciples to let Chanjiao help Dazhou, seize the world, and share the luck of the human race.

All of them were dignified, and even the victimized Jiejiao was listed on the list of gods, sharing the luck of the human race.

The most real victims are actually the human race played by the saints in the applause.

In the name of this Conferred God, there is an internal dispute within the Taoist sect, but in essence it is a sage who wants to carve up the fate of humanity.

Don't look at the disciples sitting down by the sage Tongtian as victims, they can get the incense of the human race if they are on the list of gods.

And the twelve "Golden Immortals" of Jiejiao will enjoy the incense in the world forever. "

now.

Di Xin was looking at the statue of Empress Nuwa in front of the temple of Empress Nuwa.

At this time, the minister was kneeling outside, and countless humans were kneeling to worship the Nuwa Empress.

Empress Nuwa is the mother of the human race, so she should be blessed by the human race.

But Lin Ping knew that Nuwa looked down on the human race very much.

Nuwa is a monster.

It was only because of "coincidence" that the human race was created.

The human race was born.

But Lin Ping knew that it was not Nuwa who actually created the human race.

But the avenue.

But this is a coincidence, but it is also true.

Therefore, Lin Ping took three sticks of incense and stuck them under the altar of Empress Nuwa.

At this moment, Lin Ping felt something was wrong.

This Empress Nuwa, as a saint, why didn't she pay attention to his offering incense and offering sacrifices at this time?
You know, Lin Ping is representing the human race at this time.

Represents the luck of the avenue.

Lin Ping narrowed his eyes.

It was discovered that the Second Saint of the West had actually set up an enchantment, which disturbed the secret of heaven.

Lin Ping smiled.

I didn't expect that the Second Saint of the West would make arrangements so early.

The reason why Lin Ping discovered the second sage of the West was because Lin Ping's true immortal realm had already been consummated, and if he didn't have enough merits, he would have been able to advance to the true immortal consummation.

If it weren't for the luck of the two saints, in terms of real realm, he would not be able to match Lin Ping.

Even if Hongjun came, he couldn't compare to Lin Ping in terms of comprehension of the law.

You know, Lin Ping has lived three Yuanhui characters, and has law items that are constantly produced by Chaos Farm. No one can match the law perception.

Moreover, this world of conferred gods is not the real prehistoric world.

It’s just the pinnacle of the Middle Thousand Worlds.

It can only support one golden immortal.

That is Hongjun.

The rest of the people, quasi-Golden Immortals, only possess a hint of the power of the Golden Immortals.

In Lin Ping's view, these so-called Seven Saints are all opportunistic and have reached their current strength.

Even Hongjun's co-operation is opportunistic.

The incense is finished.

At this moment, a gust of "gale wind" blew off the veil of Empress Nuwa.

Empress Nuwa showed her peerless beauty.

Lin Ping knew that if the real Emperor Xin was here, he would have written poems to molest Nuwa Empress long ago.

Lin Ping smiled.

Compose poems to insult Nuwa Empress, this matter is naturally indispensable.

Lin Ping knew that he was now the emperor of the human race, and he was obscene with Nuwa, but he did not recognize Nuwa as the Holy Mother of the human race.

The luck of the human race that Nuwa shared will be cut off seven or eight floors.

This is also the reason why the two sages of the West secretly played tricks.

Lin Ping was happy to see this situation.

Then, he said in a dumb voice: "Seeing the peerless beauty of the Holy Mother Nuwa, I want to write a poem to express my admiration for Nuwa."

poetry?

A group of courtiers who followed Di Xin looked at each other in a daze.

In the past, although Di Xin was brave, he never showed his literary talents, and he still expressed his love?

Uncle Wang Bigan trembled all over and said anxiously to Di Xin: "My lord, Empress Nuwa is the Holy Mother of our human race, so no desecration is allowed!"

Huang Feihu, Shang Rong and others on the side were even more hesitant to speak. They really couldn't figure out why the always heroic king would do such a thing.

Di Xin glanced at the officials with a smile, and said warmly: "Nuwa is the Holy Mother of the human race, and of course everyone in my human race loves her. I wrote a poem alone and passed it on to the people to show my great business king's love for the Holy Mother and Nuwa." Love, why not."

Hearing Di Xin's answer, all the officials were speechless for a moment, nodded silently, and no one spoke again.

Seeing that the officials did not object any more, Di Xin picked up the pen and ink he had prepared and went to the wall of Nuwa Palace and began to write.

"The Fengluan treasure tent is very beautiful, full of exquisite makeup.

Ququ distant mountains fly green, dancing sleeves and reflecting the clouds.

The pear blossoms bring rain to compete for beauty, and the peony cage is full of smoke and make-up.

But if you are enchanting, you can move, and you can take back Changle to serve the king. "

When the last stroke was finished, the corner of Lin Ping's mouth curled up, and he instinctively sensed that the luck of the human race was more surging than ever.

The ministers headed by Bigan Shangrong all looked at the poem mentioned by Di Xin with a look of shock. The first few sentences were harmless and full of praise.

But the last sentence of taking back Changle to serve the king is simply earth-shattering.

Shang Rong, the old minister who killed the stone pillar in the original book because of accepting advice, was trembling all over. He looked at Di Xin who had always been steady, and the corners of his mouth trembled.

Shang Rong roared in her heart, but before he could say anything, Di Xin under the wall turned around and looked at the civil and military officials.

He said coldly: "No one can share the luck of our human race, not Nuwa, let alone Xuanmen."

In a word, it is earth-shattering.

Since he is the master of calamity and the destiny of the great road.

What's the difference between tearing your face early and tearing your face late?
And now with such a declaration, Lin Ping felt that the gathering of source power was more abundant.

As the son of great luck, even Hongjun didn't dare to face Lin Ping's edge.

(End of this chapter)