This is how immortals are cultivated

"But it doesn't matter. Drink this bowl of talisman water and I will take you there to get it."

Zhang Jue stood next to the mound where Fang Suichu was standing, listening to Fang Suichu's words and watching the numbness on the refugees' faces gradually fading.

Looking past the crowd of refugees whose faces were filled with signs of hardship and oppression, he saw behind them the people from Luojiabao riding tall horses, as if looking down at them from above.

He took a deep breath, and after Fang Suichu finished speaking, he raised his hands high and shouted out the maxim spoken by the leader of the Taiping Dao himself.

This was the "theft" that he had buried deep in his heart and had never dared to express.

"The blue sky is dead! The yellow sky shall be established!"

"In the year of Jiazi...peace reigns supreme!"

The resounding words even drowned out the noise of the refugees surrounding them, as if reaching the sky.

This cry, which had been suppressed for a long time, was even heard by the young master of Luojia Fort in the distance.

"Heaven...is dead?"

The young master's face changed drastically.

This is already blatant rebellious language.

And just as Zhang Jue’s shout fell, even louder shouts erupted from the crowd.

The shouts of thousands of people gathered together seemed to shake even the sky.

But at this moment, the sky suddenly darkened.

The originally clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds.

Then, there was a sudden thunderclap.

Lightning fell straight to the earth from the clouds.

At this moment, Zhang Jue, who was waving his arms and shouting, suddenly became dazed. He seemed to see the sky above him. Above the layers of sky, above the sky that was beyond the reach of mortals, there was a huge eye staring at him.

The giant eyes were filled with indifference and ruthlessness, and seemed to be filled with contempt and mockery.

How dare a mere mortal rebel against heaven?

How dare an ant touch and try to rewrite the fate that has already been woven?

Since you have the art of observing the weather and understand what destiny is, you should know that fate cannot be reversed.

Anyone who dares to go against the will of Heaven will be punished by Heaven and will never be able to be reborn but will be doomed to eternal damnation.

The young master of Luojia Fort, who was not far away, also saw the thunderclap out of nowhere and the dark clouds, which looked like a scene of divine punishment.

Unlike the refugees who were terrified, he was excited and even laughed out loud:

"How arrogant you are! Just because you are a Taoist priest and a bunch of lowly people, you dare to rebel against heaven?"

"God has doomed you, a bunch of untouchables, to be treated like cattle and horses..."

However, the young master's words came to an abrupt end, because another thunderclap rang out among the crowd of refugees, which was even louder than the thunder that had just struck.

It seemed that just now, something was thrown from the ground into the sky.

The projectile flew straight into the sky with a sonic boom along the way.

Then, with the sonic boom and the violent roar of a monster, the sky filled with dark clouds was torn apart.

The clouds parted, and the sun shone upon the earth again.

Next to the mound, Zhang Jue was also looking up blankly at the torn sky above his head, the light of the sun shining on his face.

To be honest, when he saw the eyes that represented God's will and felt that the human body was like an ant under that heavenly calamity, his heart was filled with despair and powerlessness.

But at this moment, a hand blocked in front of him.

No, it cannot be said to be blocking. It should be said that the hand actively hit the falling lightning and directly smashed it into pieces.

Then, the person next to him raised his other hand, and threw the dagger with a broken blade into the sky with the other hand.

At the moment of throwing, the sleeve of the Taoist priest's arm was completely shattered.

Along with the deafening sonic boom that rose towards the sky, the voice of the New Year's Master rang out:

"Just do it, just gamble your lives, and leave the rest to me, the Taoist master."

Chapter 176: Dao Fighting is as Easy as Piece

"demon..."

"A...demon!"

If he was surprised when he saw the punishment from heaven before, then now he was terrified when he saw the sky being split open.

Then he felt the gaze, the burning gaze.

It came from those untouchables in front of him, whom he despised. He had seen this kind of gaze before, some of the slaves he had bullied in the castle would look at him with such blazing eyes.

However, such slaves are like a spark, which is hot but will disappear with a slight blow. The slaves with such eyes in the castle are all dead, and those left now are slaves who are submissive and can no longer be ignited, or in other words, there is no spark that can ignite their weed-like lives.

Before this, he never thought that Mars, which could be blown or stepped on lightly, was so scary.

Until now, one pair, two pairs, hundreds, thousands of pairs of fiery eyes from refugees, young and old, men and women, have been focused on him.

The young master of the castle seemed to see a rising sea of ​​fire. It was no longer a spark that could be extinguished with a gentle blow or a light step, but a flame that would burn him to ashes and would continue to burn even so.

The young master of the castle subconsciously tightened the reins in his hand and rode his horse slowly backwards.

why?

Why are you looking at me like that?

You are now surrounding a demon, a demon who dares to defy heaven.

Don't be afraid of the monster, don't stay away from the monster, don't flee in all directions, but instead get closer to it, and instead focus all eyes on yourself.

As soon as he thought of this, the young master of Luojiabao began to feel like retreating.

Yes, I am afraid of the demon that can break the sky into pieces.

But it is definitely not about fear of these untouchables.

"Go back! Go back to the castle!"

The young master of the castle turned around hurriedly on his horse and shouted to his subordinates who had arrived with him and had the same look of fear on their faces.

He had already forgotten the purpose of leading the team out of the fort and coming here.

It doesn't matter whether the dog is dead or alive now. As for launching an attack to punish the dog, why do we launch an attack to punish the dog in this situation?

He's not a fool.

As long as he returned to his home, the extremely sturdy fortress, no matter how fierce or boiling the fire was, it would never be able to burn him.

And how long can the fire of these untouchables burn?

A momentary burning could not shake the Luo family's hundreds of years of foundation.

Moreover, this wilderness not only has Luojiabao, but also Liujia, Fujia, and the county town.

No matter how fierce the fire is, can it burn the entire field?

However, the eruption of shouting drowned out his voice.

This shout was even louder than the previous one.

Heaven has no eyes, so there is no need to worship or admire it anymore.

The common people are voiceless. Even if one person's cry is carried by the wind, it cannot be heard far. It cannot reach the ears of the powerful lords in the fortress, it cannot reach the desks of officials in the county town, and it cannot reach the ears of the ministers and princes who are reciting poems and composing couplets in the court.

Then they all shouted together. If one person was not enough, then a hundred people would be enough. If a hundred people were not enough, then a thousand people would be enough. If a thousand people were not enough, then ten thousand people would be enough. Then ten million people would be enough.

The earth shook, and the horse under the young master of the castle screamed in fear and its hooves moved in panic.

The crowd was rushing towards him, and the boiling sea of ​​fire was burning towards him.

The so-called young master of the fort, the master of thousands of slaves of the Luo family, was also insignificant in this sea of ​​fire.

The young master of the castle subconsciously took out his sword and slashed in front of him.

"Get out! Get away from me!"

"You bunch of untouchables!"

But the blade of his sword was grasped by a broad hand.

Blood flowed from his palm along the sword blade. Although it was painful, Zhang Lishi laughed heartily.

He stretched out his other arm and hit the horse, knocking it to the ground, then grabbed the young master of Luojiabao who had fallen off the horse.

"You're just a bunch of lowly people. What's so noble about you, the young masters and masters of wealthy families?"

"Is your blood supposed to be different?"

He snatched the long sword from the young master's hand, held it in his other hand, and stabbed the young master's thigh.

With a scream and a howl of pain, the young master of Luojiabao hugged his thigh, but he could not stop the blood from flowing out.

"The blood is still red, and besides, it's not even as hot as mine."

"It seems like you guys are no different..."

Zhang Lishi beheaded him with a single blow, but just as he was beheading him, the dozens of men brought by the young master of the fort were also drowned by the crowd.

Holding the head, Zhang Lishi looked towards Luojiawu Fort in the distance.

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Daxia Dynasty, early May.

Gyeongju, Ning'an Prefecture.

A man in Qingyi, dressed in military uniform, stood in the front yard of the Lin Mansion and looked at the sky.

"Lord."

A middle-aged scholar came up behind him and bowed respectfully to the man in green.

However, his eyes were attracted by his master and he couldn't look away for a long time.

This has nothing to do with the beauty of the lord as a woman, but rather stems from her demeanor.

The kind of kingly and domineering aura that makes people convinced just by looking at it.

Although he had inherited the position of the head of the Lin family for only a few months, the scholar felt that his master was becoming more and more majestic, as if he was recalling the time when he was studying in the capital and happened to encounter an emperor traveling. Surrounded by guards and honor guards, the emperor of Daxia indeed carried an indescribable pressure, or the so-called dragon aura.

At this moment, he felt a similar aura from this lord who had just been awarded the title of General of Chariots and Cavalry by the Great Xia Dynasty.

Looking away, the scholar calmed himself down.

"I have already received that noble person."

There was a tremor in his voice, and it was obvious that he still couldn't calm down.

In mid-April, the lord began to gather troops and directly killed the governor of Qingzhou who was sent by the emperor himself.

This behavior is not even acting, it is clear that they are going to rebel.

Although no one under Qing Yi questioned this approach, and no one sneaked out of Qingzhou to report his actions to the capital, doubts were inevitable.

It was not until half a month later that news came from the capital of the emperor's death and the subsequent brutal power struggles and political struggles in the capital that the staff and generals under Qingyi understood why their man had killed the emperor's confidant and why he had gathered troops.

And then it comes to now.

The scholar had just been sent out on a very important secret mission—he was sent out to pick up a distinguished guest from the capital.

When he met the noble man and learned when he was born, he could no longer control his emotions.

He was filled with disbelief, ecstasy, and admiration for his lord, and he wanted to prostrate himself in front of him.

Yes, that nobleman was the newly appointed emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty.

The struggles among the various forces in the capital were so brutal that the palace servants fled the capital with the little emperor, who was less than eight years old.

But after the little emperor left the capital, he came to their Qingzhou.