Creation Color Master

Chu Mo was unwilling to accept this and roared in anger in his heart.

Are we really going to watch the three thousand great ways fade away? Are all cultivators only able to fuse one great way when they break through to the third level and merge with the Purple Mansion?

"No—I don't believe it."

At this moment, the Yin-Yang Picture of All Living Beings seemed to sense Chu Mo's unwillingness and burst out with endless golden light again. Then, a series of phantoms appeared on the Yin-Yang Picture of All Living Beings.

They were either kings, generals, or heroes of the outlaws, or fierce generals, or wise scholars, or great generals, or merchants, etc.

The shadows of outstanding Chinese people appeared one after another, and their deep gazes seemed to transcend the barriers of time and space, falling on Chu Mo at this moment.

"Don't be afraid, my lord. We are here to help you."

All the phantoms spoke, and countless voices echoed in Chu Mo's sea of ​​consciousness.

"The great cause of Guanxi has carried on the great name, and the deep grace of the imperial court has made the noble sentiments; there are always wars, and the sons wear armor and hold long spears. The loyal and brave Yang family has lofty ambitions and is willing to sacrifice their lives; they shed blood on the battlefield to protect their master, and their heroic souls also protect their master."

"General Yang is here to lend a helping hand to the lord."

Then, the figures of Yang Jiye, She Saihua, Mu Guiying, Yang Zongbao and other Yang family generals appeared, and their voices echoed throughout the sea of ​​consciousness for a long time.

At the same time, the rhythms of the great ways such as the Way of Gold, the Way of Fire, the Way of Water, the Way of Extreme Yin, the Way of Cold, the Way of the Moon, and the Way of Blood emerged one after another.

"The blood of the battles in Qiaolu has dried up over the years, but the fireworks are still half-faded. The clouds are chaotic in the morning near Wuzhou Mountain, and the moonlight in Wansui Tower is cold at night. Amitabha, the blood on my hands is not dry yet, and I can also stir up the world for my lord and help him to dominate the world."

Yao Guangxiao was dressed in a plain monk's robe, looking at Chu Mo with calm eyes. The principles of wisdom, cause and effect, Buddhism, Zen, Yin and Yang, etc. emerged around him.

"Don't worry, my lord. I will assist you. I am willing to be the clouds and rain in the sky, gathering and dispersing as you please. I can be nameless, gainless, and without asking for anything. I can also be killed with a sword and an axe. I will sacrifice my life to help you."

The shadow of Chen Gong emerged, and a pair of bright eyes full of wisdom looked at Chu Mo, and the Taoist principles of literature, military strategy, and strategy emerged one after another beside him.

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In the Tingyu Pavilion, Chen Gong, Yao Guangxiao and Yang Jiye smiled at each other, and everything was said without words.

Then the three of them looked in the direction where Chu Mo was in retreat again.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the Yin-Yang diagram of all living beings floats up and down, and the phantoms on it continue to emerge one after another.

"Calculate people's hearts and spy on the secrets of heaven. All the people are chess pieces. Jia Xu voluntarily enters this chess game and becomes a chess piece in the hands of the lord. In this vast world, only the lord can be the chess player, making the layout and placing the pieces, manipulating everything."

The Dao of wisdom, poison, calculation, strategy, literature and other Daos emerged beside Jia Xu. The phantom slowly turned around and looked at Chu Mo with a pair of eyes that seemed to have been through many hardships.

"Confucians are poisonous scholars, treacherous and cunning, and they scheme as they please. They can add fuel to the flames and bring disaster to the world. Confucians are not afraid of being cursed and infamous for thousands of years, and they dare to live in disgrace and keep their remaining bodies. Even if they are torn to pieces, they will devote their heart and soul to the master's hegemony."

There was a hint of tenderness in Li Ru's dark pupils, reflecting Chu Mo's figure.

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Then, Zhang Jue, Hua Rong, Wei Zheng, Mo Ya and other heroes appeared one after another, and various kinds of Taoist rhymes appeared one after another.

As if that was not enough, the Yin-Yang Picture of All Beings shook slightly, and the figures of those outstanding Chinese people who had not yet been refined into the world emerged one by one.

The Greatest Teacher: Confucius

The Supreme Taoist: Laozi

The Greatest Military Sage: Sun Wu

Master of All-round Development: Guiguzi

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The Soldier of Soldiers: Han Xin

Fenglangjuxu: Huo Qubing

The Greatest Prime Minister of All Time: Zhuge Liang

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The Dragon in Ci: Xin Qiji

Serving the country with loyalty: Yue Fei

Mr. Qingtian: Liu Bowen

One after another, outstanding people appeared, and their respective avenues appeared behind them. For a moment, the rhyme of Tao was everywhere, and the sound of Tao was heard. Such power was no weaker than the three thousand avenues that appeared.

At this moment, Chu Mo seemed to be standing there quietly, looking into the eyes of the emerging Chinese heroes, as if time and space were flowing backwards, spanning through the ages.

"Yin Yang Living Beings Map, go"

Following a loud shout, the picture of Yin and Yang beings shone brightly, and the unfolding scroll was like a spirit snake, heading towards the Three Thousand Avenues light pillars that were about to retreat.

"town"

As the heroes shouted one after another, a black vortex appeared in the center of the Yin-Yang Diagram, and forcibly intercepted a part of the Three Thousand Great Avenues light column.

Then, the Yin-Yang Picture of All Living Beings turned directly into a ray of spiritual light and penetrated into Chu Mo's purple palace.

Such a scene made Chu Mo's mouth drop in shock.

Chu Mo was certain that he was not mistaken. The Yin-Yang Map of All Living Beings had just intercepted a portion of the Three Thousand Great Avenues light column.

While Chu Mo was still in seclusion trying to break through, the outside world was already in uproar.

On a high mountain with rising clouds and mist, an old man in a gray Taoist robe sat cross-legged on the top of the cliff, with endless purple air surrounding him.

The next second, the old Taoist opened his eyes in horror and murmured, "How is it possible? The Great Dao is flawed, and the path to becoming a saint is cut off from the four realms."

In a bamboo forest, an old man with white hair and a youthful face and a kind face was reading a book at his desk. His literary talent was overflowing with joy.

Then, the old man looked up, with a look of compassion in his eyes: "The great way is flawed, and the world is about to encounter chaos. It is God's will, God's will."

In the far east, in the vast East China Sea, under the endless deep sea, a nine-clawed black dragon is swallowing and exhaling a large amount of luck and power. As it opens its mouth, a large amount of luck and power is reflected in.

"boom--"

The next second, the surrounding luck and fortune suddenly dissipated, as if it had disappeared out of thin air, without a trace.

The nine-clawed black dragon opened its eyes, and its majesty was like that of an emperor. It said with murderous intent: "The great way is flawed, and a piece of luck is missing. Who is it, who is it, who cut off my path to becoming a saint?"

In a chaotic place, entering here is like being in a dark kingdom. A figure covered in a black robe sits on the throne, and there seems to be a divine text appearing above his head. The four characters are: Lord of Divine Punishment

Then, a dull voice was heard in the chaos: "The Great Dao is flawed. The killing path that this Lord God has comprehended seems to have become incomplete. Humph, is even the heaven going against this Lord God?"

"Hmph, I don't believe it. Since the Great Dao is incomplete, then kill. Even if I have to kill all the people in the world, I must complete the killing path and allow this god to impact and become a saint."

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At that moment, countless powerful people standing at the top of this world all over the country felt something, and their deep eyes seemed to penetrate the sky and the earth, as if they were looking for the specific reason that caused the flaw in the great way.

In the Xiayang Dynasty, Tang Tiansheng sat high on the dragon throne at this moment. He looked very tired. Even though hundreds of officials were standing below to report on government affairs, this emperor who was determined to create a prosperous era and become a wise ruler was actually dozing off.

Below, many ministers looked at each other, none of them knew why Tang Tiansheng was like this.

Only Prime Minister Wei Yu, who was standing below, seemed to know the inside story, and his eyes were filled with heaviness.

The old prime minister, who had experienced many ups and downs, seemed to have a more bent back at this moment.