Chapter 172: Evil Way The Imperial Palace, the Ouchi, and the Imperial Garden. "His Majesty!" As the white mist surged, a practitioner appeared behind the emperor and knelt on one knee. The emperor lowered his head, admiring the peony flowers in front of him. The flowers were blooming gorgeously and so red that they seemed to be dripping with blood. "explain." The emperor did not look back, but held the spray bottle and sprinkled lines of water. The water lines fell on the peony flowers, gathering into little drops of water. As soon as they landed on the flowers, they were reflected by the blood-red flowers as if they were blood. It is said that only the peony is the true beauty of the country, but this peony looks like a fairy concubine. "The master was stopped on Suzaku Street outside the Imperial City." "Then, the Imperial Astronomical Observatory reported that a fluctuation of magical power was detected outside Kyoto. It was the Black Law Qi." The practitioner spoke in a serious tone, with some trepidation in his voice.
Although the palace servants' loyalty to the emperor was unquestionable, they would still feel scared if the emperor asked them to take action against the Black Law Mage. Risking one's life and not having peace after death are two different things. "understood." The emperor just nodded and said calmly: "Don't worry about him, he is just a clown." After saying this, the emperor raised his hand, pinched a peony petal with two fingers, and pulled it slowly. "Hey..." Suddenly, the peony flower made a sound like a human in pain. The emperor ignored him and continued to work hard. Finally, the petals were torn off by him, but they were still connected to the main body, like the adhesion after torn skin and flesh. As the petals were completely separated from the body, bright red liquid that looked like blood flowed out from the broken end of the peony flower. The liquid gradually filled the pistil, and when the wind blew, it half solidified and turned into a dark black and red gel. The emperor smiled with satisfaction. He exerted force with his hands, and the petal was crushed, so that the emperor's palm was covered with blood-red liquid. Seeing this scene, the cultivator couldn't help but lower his head, his body trembling slightly. Although he had already reached a state where he was immune to cold or heat, at this moment, white sweat broke out on the back of this practitioner. In the eyes of ordinary people, this is just a weird flower, but in the eyes of practitioners... That's obvious... "Go back." The emperor seemed to remember at this moment that there was a worshipper behind him. He turned around and smiled, "Thank you for your hard work."
"Being loyal to my Lord, I dare not complain about the hardship." The practitioner simply knelt on his knees, bowed, then slowly stood up and walked away backwards. After walking for a distance, he turned around, his steps became hurried, and white mist rose around him. "You said, are you loyal to me? Absolutely loyal to me?" At this moment, the emperor suddenly asked. The cultivator froze for a moment, quickly dispersed the white mist, turned around and replied, "Of course I am absolutely loyal to Your Majesty!" "very good." The emperor became more and more satisfied. He raised his hand covered with blood-colored liquid, pointed it at the practitioner, and waved at him. "Come, let me see your loyalty." "My loyalty to Your Majesty is worthy of heaven and earth..." The practitioner hurriedly opened his mouth to express his loyalty, but before he could finish his words, he stopped involuntarily. For some reason, his face turned red, his eyes bulged and were bloodshot. "Thump...thump..." A dull, gradually growing heartbeat sounded from the practitioner's heart. The sound became louder and more rapid. Finally, under the emperor's indifferent gaze, the practitioner opened his mouth wide, and a heart slowly beat out of his mouth. Seeing this, the emperor waved his hand again. "Well……" The cultivator groaned as his heart was completely pulled out of his body. In fact, with this cultivator's thirty to forty years of cultivation, even if his heart was out of his body, he could still live for three to five days, and he had many ways to prolong his life. But now, for some unknown reason, all the energy and spirit of this cultivator, as well as most of his sixty years of cultivation, were concentrated in his heart. This also results in the situation that practitioners, who originally had extremely vigorous life essence, will die completely the moment their heart leaves the body. Even his soul was torn away along with his heart. There is not even a chance to reincarnate. The heart slowly floated into the emperor's hands. The emperor used his hand, which was already covered with bright red liquid, to grasp the heart, which was faintly flickering and still beating slightly. "He is indeed a loyal person." The emperor carefully looked at the heart in his hand, turned around and came to the gorgeous peony flower.
"I just ripped a petal from you, and now I'm returning it to you." The emperor said this with an inexplicable, indescribable smile on his face, and he exerted force with his hands. "Pfft..." The emperor's heart was crushed like an overripe persimmon. An illogical amount of blood gushed out. It was as if this was not a heart but a spring. A large amount of sticky blood flowed and watered the peony flowers. Suddenly, the whole flower was immersed in blood. The next moment, this large amount of blood should have flowed to the ground, but unexpectedly, all the blood was absorbed as soon as it came into contact with the peony flower. If the heart in the emperor's hand is a fountain of blood, then the peony flower is a bottomless pit. After an unknown amount of time, the heart in the emperor's hand finally stopped bleeding. He threw the remaining, whitish flesh and blood onto the ground and casually kicked the dirt twice to bury it. Then, he looked at the peony flowers that were becoming more and more gorgeous. "Tsk." The emperor's eyes were filled with satisfaction, but there was a hint of regret in his expression. "A cultivator like this is a bit of a waste after all." As the emperor spoke, he shook his head and watched as something like blood and flesh squirmed out of the broken part of the peony flower, slowly filling the torn petals and returning the flower to wholeness again. "Loving someone is like raising flowers. This is absolutely true." The emperor squatted down and tenderly stroked the new petals of the peony with his ring finger. The peony flowers trembled slightly, as if excited, but also afraid. "do you think so?" The emperor gazed at the peony flowers in front of him affectionately, and murmured to himself, "My beloved concubine?" As soon as he finished speaking, the emperor exerted force with his hands and pinched the newly grown petals of the peony flower. He used a lot of strength, but the petals did not break. Instead, it was as if his fingernails had pinched the skin, leaving a brighter red mark. "Hey..." The peony flower wailed like a human again, and blood oozed out of the pistil. The blood was half-solidified, and lines like lines bulged out. Eventually, the lines came together to form a face. Concubine Mei's face.
The face was twisted and wailing. The emperor took a look with satisfaction, stood up and looked around. The imperial garden was filled with exotic flowers and plants, each one was so gorgeous that even the most ordinary grass had a seductive look. The emperor became more and more satisfied and left the imperial garden alone. From the beginning to the end, the emperor, as the supreme ruler, had no maids or eunuchs following him from the time he appeared here to the time he left. The imperial guards who were supposed to be in the imperial garden also never showed up. ………… "Glorious sunshine, rapid descending true fire!" "I respectfully obey the command of Zhang Suyuelu of the South, Yuxinhuolingtianding!" "Train smoke burst fire talisman!" On top of a low mountain, in a pool of water, Jiang Lin held the Tianpeng ruler in his hand and activated his true method. After being promoted to Yang God, he once again activated the Beiji Xitai Jinhuo Tianding Dafa within the Tianpeng Ruler, and the consumption was much less than before. But it still only uses magic power as a key. If you want to truly master or activate this true method, you must achieve immortality first. Before this, whether it was a Yang God or a Yin God, the only difference was whether it took less effort or more effort to turn the "key". Jiang Lin held the Tianpeng ruler in his hand, with a burning talisman in front of him. He raised his other empty hand. In his hand, a ray of red-gold flame appeared and condensed into a bell the size of a fist. This bell is so exquisite that it seems to be real. "Nine-dou Yangguang Flowing Gold Fire Bell." Jiang Lin held the Tianpeng ruler in one hand and the golden fire bell in the other and looked at the monk in front of him. The monk was hit by the divine sword, the black law's original evil spirit, and the Tianpeng Emperor's bell, a total of three powerful spells. Even though he used a boy's substitute method, he was still seriously injured. Jiang Lin had said before that using Taoist magic in front of him was really a bit of a disdain for him. Now, we wouldn’t dare say that this monk is a fish on the chopping board, but he is not much different. But even so, Jiang Lin did not let his guard down. The evil monk in front of him was hiding too many things. Layers of painted skin covered his true nature. Now, what Jiang Lin has to do is to remove all disguises of this evil monk. Let’s take a look at what is hidden under the painted skin called “Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism”. "Edict." Jiang Lin took a step forward, and the golden fire bell in his hand disappeared without a trace. "Tianxin Jade God Fire Bell Zhang Tianding."
As the mantra came out, the evil monk's body suddenly stiffened. "Jingle Bell……" The clear and pleasant bell sounds echoed among the mountain streams, melodious and profound. When ordinary people hear this, they will only think that the sound is pleasant, crisp and beautiful. But in the monk's ears... "Kerala..." The skin on the monk's face was cracked, like a layer of dry, hard lumps, falling off with a dull sound. The extremely strong and masculine Golden Fire Bell has a great restraining effect on this evil monk who is essentially a demon. "Why do you never learn your lesson?" Jiang Lin looked at the evil monk and sighed, "No matter how chaotic the Three Realms are, no matter how weak the righteous path is, it is not something that mortal cultivators like you and me are qualified to participate in." "I have no control over the immortal path, and it is not my place to control it." Jiang Lin raised his hand, and the golden fire bell appeared above the demon monk's head and slowly pressed down. "Jingle Bell……" Along with the crisp sound of the bell, the Golden Fire Bell burst out with golden flames, enveloping the evil monk. "But under the immortal path, what I have seen with my own eyes and ears..." "It is still the right path!" "Suppress me!" The cold voice echoed in the low hills. "boom!!!" In response to Jiang Lin, there was a golden flame shooting up into the sky. Faintly, one could see a figure slowly melting in the flames. After about ten breaths, the figure in the golden flame melted completely like wax. The next moment, Jiang Lin raised his hand and gave an order. The golden flame retracted and turned into a golden fire bell, appearing in Jiang Lin's hand. After being promoted to Yang God, this "Nine-dou Yang Mang Liujin Fire Bell" is no longer a one-time use, but can be used as a spellcasting medium and exist for a long time. After all, according to the realm division within the Northern Emperor's Black Law lineage, below the Immortal Path is the Yang God. Jiang Lin is now only one step away from becoming an immortal who ascends to heaven in broad daylight. Of course, this step is extremely exaggerated. But no matter what, Jiang Lin has now barely reached the edge of the "Daoye Realm" and is already a leader in the "Gaogong Realm".
Thinking about other things in his mind, Jiang Lin looked towards the place where the evil monk was originally. There was only a pool of oil-like substance left, which slowly sank into the pool. This indescribable thing seems to be the essence of the evil monk? Jiang Lin frowned. This thing really had an obvious evil smell. But there is no spirituality on it. In other words, it's a dead thing. The Golden Fire Bell was too powerful and burned the evil monk to death? impossible. Jiang Lin denied this possibility. If it was Jiang Lin in the Yin Shen period, it is indeed possible that he would not be able to control the strength properly. But now, although Jiang Lin is still just holding the "key" to open the door, he can freely control the strength of pushing the door. He had just deliberately controlled his power just to see the true nature of this evil monk. But the current situation is that the evil monk was burned into a lifeless evil object. "A clone? Or a way to escape?" Jiang Lin muttered to himself. The evil monk is not dead, or not completely dead. Jiang Lin first rejected the latter. If it was a way to escape, it would have to be the flying method among the complete thirty-six heavenly magic powers, or other advanced magic powers. Otherwise, it would be impossible to escape from the refining of the Golden Fire Bell. But such magical powers, not to mention that it is impossible for them to appear in the human world, even if they do exist, they are beyond the reach of human cultivators. Haven’t you seen that the Law of Heaven and Earth, one of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Powers, was cultivated by Taoist Zhenzhu of Taisu Palace for his entire life, but he has only just mastered the introductory method to a certain degree? Then, the biggest possibility is that this evil monk was originally a clone. Right from the beginning. The problem is coming. Where is its body? Jiang Lin looked at the evil substance and took out a small gourd. As the storage magic weapon glowed, an altar appeared next to the pond. Jiang Lin once again sighed at how useful the storage magic weapon was. Thanks to the Old Dragon King of West Lake. Jiang Lin thought to himself, stood up and walked to the altar. "rise."
Jiang Lin held the Tianpeng ruler in his hand and summoned the evil substance from the pool. This lump of oil-like substance, about the size of a human head, was wriggling irregularly in front of the altar. Jiang Lin looked at the mass of matter. Although this thing no longer has any spirituality, it is not impossible to trace its origins. If it is another lineage, it may be a little difficult to do. But for the Black Law lineage... If you can't even find any trace of the evil heretics, what kind of magician can you be called? (End of this chapter)