Hong Huang: Killing millions of immortals with a sword, you call this a drunkard

No wonder the guide was so shocked and angry.

There is no other reason.

At this moment, he could see clearly that the poem written by Di Xin was not the one he had secretly manipulated to write, the one that read, "If only the enchanting beauty could move, she could be brought back to serve the king in Chang Le," thus desecrating Nuwa.

Quite the opposite.

What Di Xin wrote was:

“The Zen forest was originally a pure place, but now it has become a den of filth.”

"The high monk speaks absurd words, but in reality, he is full of venomous thoughts."

"They set up traps to swindle money from pilgrims and manipulate right and wrong through their power."

"The cassock covers all evils, yet it dares to move even the Buddha to tears!"

Every single word is an undisguised condemnation of the hypocrisy and cunning of Buddhism!

This poem was like a resounding slap across the face of Jieyin.

He was completely confused.

How could this be?

Why is this happening!

As a dignified Heavenly Saint who overlooks all ages and manipulates the fate of all living beings, he was actually unable to control the mind of a mere human emperor.

Where did that sage's great power, which was infused with incense, and that gray aura that was enough to distort the mind of a Great Luo Golden Immortal go?

Why did it have absolutely no effect?

This is unreasonable!

This is impossible!

For the first time, the Holy Heart of the Guide experienced a violent fluctuation, and even the Dao Heart almost collapsed.

His script was not only not performed, but was torn to shreds in public, and the shredded paper was then used to smear his face!

shame!

An unprecedented and utterly humiliating disgrace!

He's a saint!

Meanwhile, inside Nuwa's palace.

All the ministers of the Shang Dynasty looked at each other, dumbfounded.

Everyone's mind went completely blank.

This... what is going on?

Didn't we say we were going to compose a poem to praise the boundless merits of the Holy Mother Nuwa?

How did it turn into a tirade against Western religions as I wrote it?

Is His Majesty the Emperor... drunk and still not awake?

But looking at His Majesty's majestic and composed demeanor, there was no sign of him being drunk at all.

"His Majesty……"

Prime Minister Shang Rong's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to begin.

This poem is a scathing and satisfying rant, very cathartic.

It should be understood that nowadays, countless people have long lost any goodwill towards the so-called Western Buddhism.

The problem is... the occasion isn't right!

This is the Nuwa Palace!

On Nuwa's territory, you're vehemently criticizing the sect of another saint. What are you trying to do?

Don't they think the Shang Dynasty has enough enemies already?

Bi Gan was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and his heart was in his throat.

He felt dizzy and his vision blurred.

Finished!

What a big deal!

His Majesty the Emperor must be possessed by some evil spirit, and his mind has been clouded!

Otherwise, they would never have done something so absurd!

Everyone was completely bewildered and filled with anxiety, utterly unable to comprehend Di Xin's intentions.

The entire hall was deathly silent.

Only the still-wet ink of the poems on the wall exuded a chilling, murderous aura that stung the skin.

And right there in this deathly silence.

Di Xin slowly put down the wolf-hair brush in his hand.

He ignored the surprised and uncertain reactions of the officials behind him.

He didn't even glance at the poems on the wall again.

He turned around abruptly!

A pair of deep eyes pierced through the palace dome, passed over the thick clouds, and locked onto a single point in the void with unparalleled precision.

That spot was precisely where the Sage was hiding!

then.

Di Xin spoke.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a strange power that seemed to pierce through everything, echoing clearly between heaven and earth.

"hehe."

A soft laugh, filled with endless mockery and disdain.

"What a shameless and despicable saint who guides us!"

"Since you have come to my human territory, why do you need to be so sneaky and afraid to show yourself?!"

boom! ! !

These words were like a thunderclap from the heavens!

Shang Rong, Bi Gan, Huang Feihu and other ministers felt as if their souls had been shaken out of their bodies!

What did they hear?

saint? !

A guiding saint?!

His Majesty is speaking to a saint?!

And in such a...scolding tone?!

crazy!

His Majesty must be insane!

In an instant, all the ministers' legs trembled, and they almost lost their balance. A fear originating from their very survival instinct shot from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

That was a saint!

Immortal and indestructible, an unparalleled being who upholds the Way of Heaven!

In the presence of a sage, a mortal is not even an ant; a single breath from him can annihilate billions!

His Majesty... how dare he?!

Above the clouds.

The face of the Sage who was originally contorted with anger froze completely the moment he heard Di Xin's words.

He was discovered?

He concealed the secrets of heaven with the methods of a sage and hid here, yet he was discovered by a human emperor?

And it was called out in public!

"you……"

The holy body of the guide trembled violently, and an uncontrollable killing intent surged wildly from his body.

He felt completely stripped bare; all his pretense and scheming were exposed to the light of day, making him a complete joke!

An actor hiding in the shadows, trying to manipulate a puppet, was pierced through the curtain with a single finger by the puppet in front of all the audience!

At this moment, he completely forgot about the script, the great calamity, and the rise of the Western religion.

There was only one thought left in his mind.

Kill this foolish emperor!

He must be killed!

Use the cruelest methods to annihilate his soul and spirit, so that he may never be reincarnated!

In this way, I can wash away the boundless shame I have suffered today!

"mortal!"

"You are courting death!"

The chilling will transformed into a tangible storm, crashing down from the heavens!

Click!

Click!

The ground of Nuwa Palace was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

The beams and pillars inside the hall groaned under the weight of the burden.

Shang Rong, Bi Gan, and other ordinary ministers were even worse off.

Before they could even scream, they were pressed firmly to the ground by the terrifying pressure of the saint. Blood seeped from their seven orifices, their bones shattered inch by inch, and they were about to be crushed into mincemeat!

At this critical moment.

Di Xin snorted coldly.

"Humph!"

"How dare you be so insolent in front of me?!"

As he took a step forward, a vast, dark yellow aura surged forth from his body!

The aura condensed into a roaring black dragon, coiled above the Nuwa Palace, its head held high, unleashing a roar that shook the universe against the invisible pressure of the saint!

hold head high......

The Emperor's might, embodying humanity, suppresses all laws!

The saintly pressure, powerful enough to crush mountains, was abruptly stopped the moment it came into contact with the Xuanhuang Black Dragon, and could not advance even an inch further!

The officials who had been pinned to the ground suddenly felt a lightness on their bodies, as if they had been pulled back from the brink of death.

They were panting heavily, looking at Di Xin's back with shock and disbelief.

Above the clouds, Jieyin's anger burned even brighter.

"Humanity's destiny?"

"Good! What a fine emperor!"

"I'd like to see how long your meager human fortune can protect you!"

The words fell.

He no longer concealed his presence.

With one step, he manifested directly among the human race.

He was tall and imposing, exuding an overwhelming aura!

This scene instantly ignited the primordial world!