I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 109: Baidi Inheritance, Fude Killer

'Boom! '

Zhou Mu wanted to follow the remnant soul out, but he crashed into the illusory portal with a bang - this way was blocked.

The portal seemed to be blocked by something.

"What the hell?"

Zhou Mu's expression changed slightly. If he couldn't get out, it would be really fun!
He took out the magic weapon Su Pa, which had the effect of trapping people and was engraved with the pattern of teleportation, and tried to activate the pattern of teleportation - but failed.

"It's troublesome."

Zhou Mu frowned. Was the gate blocked by the residual soul?
Or does it mean that there must be a living being staying in this cave space?

Oops.

Could it be the latter?

Zhou Mu pursed his lips, feeling that it was unlikely that the remnant soul was deliberately trying to trick him - otherwise, his second brother and the others should have been tricked when they came for the trial!

Suppressing his uneasiness, Zhou Mu looked towards the place where the remnant soul had been sitting. After he left, there was still a golden light lingering there, and he could hear the sound of swords and the sound of soldiers and horses.

I think it is inheritance.

The inheritance of Baidi.

Put away the Tushita plaque, the teacup called the Heaven-Swallowing Pot, the tea leaves called the Great Red Spirit Tea, and the carpet called the Twelve Mysterious Scrolls,

The long incense that could not be contained in the black copper order was held in his palm.
Zhou Mu walked forward, came under the clanging light, leaped up, and touched it.

The ball of light collapsed with a loud bang, turning into clusters of flowing light that enveloped him, and suddenly everything in front of his eyes turned white.

………………

Tushita Palace.

The illusory portal shook slightly, and the residual soul fell out of it.

"here."

He stood on the platform, in front of the desk, looking around blankly.

Tushita Palace.

It really is the Tushita Palace.

"The magic of the Great Red Spirit Tea." The remnant soul stared blankly at the thirty-six colors of light running rampant in the Taoist palace. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva, his heart throbbing.

The legendary Da Chi Ling Tea!

"That boy"

The remnant soul reflexively tried to rush back to the virtual portal, but was hit so hard that he was dizzy - the portal was sealed.

"Cough cough."

He heard a cough beside him.

He turned his head stiffly.

An old man wearing a Taoist robe and a Taoist hat was sitting behind a table, cross-legged on a cushion, with a whisk placed across his knees.

The remnant soul was confused.

"Old. Laojun."

"sit."

The old man nodded gently and pointed.

Water vapor filled the air, gathered into a thin stream, and fell into a teacup that had just been made.

"I haven't seen you in years."

The kind old man with white hair and beard sat on the futon, pushed the teacup forward, and said with a smile:
"The teapot and the few remaining pieces of Da Crimson Spirit Tea were taken away by that little fellow. It seems a bit shabby."

The remaining soul cried with a sad face:
"Laojun, if you really make me some Da Chi Ling tea, I won't dare drink it. I don't deserve it."

"You don't dare to drink it, but the little guy drank a whole pot of it." The old man sighed again: "What a waste of natural resources."

The remnant soul was stunned:
"He didn't explode?"

"No, I can't absorb it. My cultivation is not enough." As he said this, the old man also poured himself a cup of tea.

The remnant soul picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said softly:
"Old Master, back then."

"It has nothing to do with you." The old man interrupted, "It's the fault of the Jade Emperor. I won't vent my anger on the immortal officials under his jurisdiction."

The remnant soul looked relaxed and took another big sip of tea. Its broken body was healing.

He couldn't help asking:
"That little family. That Zhou Mu, is he yours?"

"They are not my relatives, nor are they my disciples."

"Is he a fairy official?"

"Yes, the eighth rank, the God of Fortune and Righteousness."

"You, allow me?"

The old man thought about it, shook his head, and nodded:

"I don't allow the Heavenly Court to exist anymore, but that little fellow is very interesting. If he can reach the position of [Lord of Heaven], it might ruin the calculations and plans of many fellow Taoists."

After a pause, he placed the teacup slightly on the table and stared at the Bagua stove below:

"But I cannot see him and must avoid him."

The remnant soul seemed to understand, and after pondering for a long time, he still didn't know the details, and just sighed:
"Old Master, you still love to tell riddles."

The old man glanced at him:
"When you need to understand, then understand. When you need to understand, then understand. Just let nature take its course."

The remnant soul pondered for a long time and finally realized:

"I understand."

"With your status, if you meet him, help him, or even just give him some advice, then he will be favored by the entire universe. Whatever he wants to do will be the result of 'the power of heaven and earth', which is equivalent to [heaven's will]."

"You can pick up priceless treasures while walking on the road, you can gain enlightenment by taking a nap, and when you are hungry, a fairy rabbit will crash into you and die."

"That way, it will be very 'obvious' and will be noticed by the 'fellow Taoist' you mentioned?"

The remnant soul seemed to be stating something, or sorting out his thoughts, talking to himself, and then he said in surprise:

"Is the battle between you not over yet?"

"You guys, are you still playing chess?"

The old man shook his head indifferently, and it was unclear whether he was unwilling to answer or if the remnant soul had guessed the reason wrongly.

The remnant soul fell into silence, pondering the meaning of Laojun's shaking head, and couldn't understand why Laojun didn't see Zhou Mu.

After a long time, the tea in the cup was finished.

The remnant soul also put down the teacup and asked:

"Old Master, what should I do? For example, help him?" The old man did not answer immediately. He closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then said:

"Taibai, you are the son of Shangjin, so you are my junior. You have visited me many times over the years, and you are also my friend, so it is reasonable and natural for me to give you some advice."

After a pause, he continued:

"You clearly believe in killing, but you are too gentle; you advocate war, but you also love peace."

"With your position, you should have inherited the White Emperor's throne and ascended to Daluo. But now, you haven't even obtained Daluo Dao Fruit. When the Heavenly Palace is intact, your position is high but your power is weak and meager."

The remnant soul was stunned for a moment, with a bitter face:
"Laojun, I'm already planning Daluo."

The old man nodded:
"Of course I saw it. I split myself into two, reincarnated half of myself, and then cut off my past life memories. I then worshipped the other half of myself as my master, wanting to create a self who can kill and conquer and inherit your father's power. It's a good idea."

The remnant soul pursed his lips:
"It's just a failure, but now it seems that it's not a complete failure. There is still a glimmer of hope."

“The chances are slim.”

The old man closed his eyes:

"You asked me if I should help the little guy - no need."

"People from the old heaven cannot enter the new heaven."

"This is an iron rule."

He opened his eyes and said calmly:
"I decided."

The residual soul changes color:

"Why? Don't you believe in doing nothing, never interfering with things, and letting everything take its course? Didn't you say that what Your Majesty does has nothing to do with the immortal officials of Heaven?"

The old man smiled, did not explain, but just sighed softly.

"Go back to your little cave."

He waved his hand, and the sealed illusory portal returned to normal. The remaining soul fell into it, and the Tushita Palace fell into silence.

The old man stood up slowly, walked to the Bagua stove, and stroked it gently with his hand.

The fire under the stove was burning fiercely, and the stove itself was shaking, as if some living creature was struggling and crashing inside, trying to lift the lid and fight its way out.

The old man reached out his hand, sank into the chaos, picked up a world that was coming to an end, lifted the lid of the furnace, and threw it in.

The collapsing universe was completely extinguished, with billions of lives meeting their end. The once brilliant civilization came to an end, and the remains of the entire world turned into a piece of auxiliary material in the alchemy furnace.

not finished.

He then grabbed the thirty-six colors of light diffused in the Taoist Palace, and then pinched several desolate and desolate worlds, rolled them into a ball, and threw them in.

A faint roar could be heard from the furnace.

"Quiet."

The old man patted the stove, and the Six Ding divine fires became brighter, and all the sounds in the stove died down.

"How great would it be if I could refine you into a furnace of elixir?"

He smiled, walked back to the platform step by step, sat upright on the futon, and wanted to drink tea out of habit, but then he reacted.

Both the teapot and the few pieces of Da Chi Ling tea were gone.

"Bad boy!"

The old man cursed, looked around, and made sure that there was nothing that could be taken away by some bastard, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"The world is going downhill," he sighed.

………………

It was a hazy white light, and you could only see the white light, nothing else.

Zhou Mu was shrouded in white light.
In a daze, I heard some difficult to understand edicts and chants, and scenes seemed to appear before my eyes.

It is a scene of killing on the battlefield, scene after scene.

There are scenes of two tribes fighting in the wilderness, and scenes of headless men charging into the sky wielding axes and shields;

There is a scene of two large armies fighting against each other. The leader of one side is riding on the imperial carriage, and the leader of the other side is riding on a black and white strange beast. The beast is cute, but extremely ferocious.

There was also a huge fire on the high platform in the city, with a man wearing a royal robe standing in the fire, countless soldiers and immortals inside and outside the city, and the word "Zhou" on the new king's flag fluttering in the wind;
Then,

It is the man with double pupils drawing his sword and committing suicide in a sea of blood and corpses, it is the shaking of the stars, the extinguishing of the seven-star lamp, and the man holding the feather fan sighing and passing away,

It was a fight between the common people, it was the brave soldiers who climbed the city wall first, it was the brave men who broke into the battle line and seized the flag, it was the general who rode his horse to charge into the camp alone!
It is the scene of all the fighting and wars throughout the ages, the scene of all the clashes of weapons in the past and present!
It is the disaster prison, it is the criminal law, it is the ringing of the sword!
Countless grand scenes come together, circling, intertwining, colliding and merging into one!

Zhou Mu saw a great man.

The Great One was watching him.

There are ancient sounds of sacrifices from all nations playing.

"God of the West! Xiyue and Bing Zheng!"

"The gold virtue of the five elements, the emperor of the five qi!"

“God of the sky, Emperor of the gods, Holy Emperor of the mountains, Lord of the lungs!”

Zhou Mu didn't understand what he heard, but he could roughly understand it - Baidi is one of the Five Innate Emperors, one of the Five Elders, one of the Five Tai, one of the Five Mountains, one of the Five Elements, one of the Five Qi, and one of the Five Internal Organs!

Probably, they are the group with the highest seniority since the beginning of the world.

In a trance and deafening.

Zhou Mu saw the "point" formed by countless ancient battles and fights, which fell on the fingertips of the great man.

then,

The tall man stretched out his finger and pointed it right at his forehead.

He heard his lungs resonate and produce the whispers of the Great Ones.

"As for the method of inner cultivation, you have already obtained the Yuanshi Yin-Yang Sutra."

"The wonder of external training is also eight or nine mysterious skills."

"Then you will learn the art of protecting the Dao, the art of conquering, and the secret of killing."

It was clearly the sound coming from his own lungs, but it was full of Taoism and accompanied by great majesty.
At the same time, Zhou Mu discovered that the seed of "Hero among Heroes" planted by his master in his body had been taken away.

He saw a technique, a pure killing technique that did not require cultivating internal energy, refining the soul, or strengthening the body.

Taibai Emperor's Seven Treasures and Seven Killing Techniques.

Zhou Mu saw his black copper token suddenly appear.

On it, the four words "Fu De Zheng Shen" suddenly became blurred.

A long time passed.

The black copper order turned into a black gold copper order, and the back was still the eighth level of the earth god.
The positive side, however, has become
【Fude Killer God】.

(End of this chapter)