"Poof!!"

A mouthful of golden blood turned into a mist of blood and scattered over the blue-gray ground

In the Zixiao Palace in the depths of chaos, Dao Ancestor Hongjun looked at the chaotic qi flowing outside with a bitter face and sighed.

This is already the ninety-ninth time that he wants to break away from the shackles of the Heavenly Dao, but every time he is about to succeed, he is locked together with the Heavenly Dao by the Heavenly Dao Falun using the bit of true spirit that he has fused into it, and they all say that the ancestor has joined the Heavenly Dao as the first saint of heaven and earth, but in fact, only he knows the pain of the Dao.

Hetian Dao was not his original intention, he originally wanted to improve his Dao with the rules of the Heavenly Dao, but he didn't expect all this to fall into the trap of the Heavenly Dao, even if his mana is boundless at the moment, but the Heavenly Dao Falun as a chaotic spirit treasure has firmly locked Hongjun's true spirit, and there is no way to return the true spirit to his body without enough external help.

And in this universe, once a cultivator starts to cultivate, he will be locked by the Heavenly Dao and let the cultivator use the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi that he has transformed to cultivate, so those who rely on the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi to cultivate have already been firmly integrated with the Heavenly Dao, and they have no ability or way to untie Hongjun's shackles.

After the nine hundred and ninety-ninth struggle with the Heavenly Dao, the message transmitted to him by the Heavenly Dao Falun was that one more resistance would completely destroy his true spirit, and without the true spirit, Hongjun's body and soul would also be annihilated.

Hongjun sat stupidly in the Zixiao Palace and struggled for hundreds of thousands of years, but he didn't dare to fight with the Heavenly Dao again, he looked down at the endless starry sky wrapped in chaos and other worlds outside the chaos, after thinking about it for tens of thousands of years, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and with a wave of his hand, he received the Fenbao Rock from outside the Zixiao Palace in his hand.

He secretly despised the three thousand powers who came to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon, when he was forced by the Heavenly Dao to divide the treasure powers, they didn't even let go of the above one of the most inferior acquired magic weapons, but this treasure rock comparable to the Chaos Spirit Treasure was not looked down on.

He had already gone to the Heavenly Dao at the beginning, and when he threw his true spirit into the Heavenly Dao Falun, after that, thousands of magic weapons were useless to him, so this piece of Chaos Primordial Stone, he didn't think of refining any magic weapons at all, and casually threw it outside the Zixiao Palace to let him absorb the immeasurable chaotic qi.

After an infinite number of tribulations, this Chaos Primordial Stone gathered an immeasurable amount of Chaos Qi and still did not form a Chaos Spirit Treasure, but the impurities in it were combed by the pure Chaos Qi without any residue.

"Duh!"

In the deepest part of the chaos, I saw Hongjun's big hand wave, and a purple night fire of millions of zhang rose in the chaos.

Prior to this, he used the mana that was already equivalent to the Heavenly Dao to strip the surrounding millions of kilometers from the Heavenly Dao consciousness, so what he was doing here Heavenly Dao had no way to know the Heavenly Dao at all, unless that Heavenly Dao Falun dared to forcibly break into this space at this moment, but once the Heavenly Dao Falun was not within the scope of the Heavenly Dao, the outer world would immediately collapse into chaos without the control of the Heavenly Dao Falun.

But without the reality of the World Dao Realm, the Heavenly Dao who is responsible for managing the World Dao Realm will naturally be annihilated and disappear, and the Hongjun Dao Ancestor who was his puppet will naturally be liberated by the disappearance of the Heavenly Dao, so as the most selfish thing, it is impossible for the Heavenly Dao to do such a stupid thing.

Hongjun threw millions of zhang in size into the Purple Night Fire that constantly absorbed the chaotic qi and burned, and it was only after 9,000 years that the Fenbao Rock slowly dissolved under the Purple Night Fire.

As hundreds of millions of runes and magic tricks were thrown into the melted liquid by Hongjun, the Fenbao Rock, which was originally comparable to the size of a huge city, gradually shrunk, until the time point of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, Hongjun collected the magic tricks one by one, and a crystal clear bead only the size of a marble fell into his palm, only to see Hongjun look at the bead and say softly:

"In order to break the heavens, the immortals will not fall into the gods, and the avenue of all generations will be destroyed, and the exchange system will be completed! You are a non-lethal Chaos Spirit Treasure! Then you will call it the merit exchange system for killing enemies from now on! My last hope depends on you! ”

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"The big knife is cut off on the heads of the devils, patriotic compatriots across the country, the day of the War of Resistance has come, and the day of the War of Resistance has come to ......."

A rough and loud singing sound sounded in front of the heroic monument in front of Tiananmen Square in Beijing early in the morning, which made passers-by and people who were exercising in the morning couldn't help but stop, and looked at the handsome young man in front of the monument with a calm look, bright eyes and singing red songs.

People who pass by here every day know that this is the hundredth day he has been in front of the monument to sing red songs.

At the beginning, as soon as he opened his voice, the crowd around him who went to work or exercised in the morning would be curious, which made him feel very embarrassed, and the singing would always be a little out of tune because of everyone's onlookers.

But when he sang until the twentieth day, he was finally able to ignore everything around him and sing a song that was more energetic than on the radio, even if the Tiananmen police station police looked for him twice because of the fear of a nervous disorder, he still appeared in front of the monument rain or shine.

For a patriotic young man who likes to sing red songs in front of the monument, the police just came to see that it was a big word and didn't dare to say anything, not to mention that he would leave immediately after singing every day and would not affect others, which can be regarded as his free patriotic education for the country!

"Master! I'm back! ”

In a small bungalow on the outskirts of Beijing, a young man who had been singing in front of the monument an hour earlier opened the door and shouted loudly.

His name is Xu Fei, he is an abandoned orphan, less than a day after he was born, his biological parents did not know why he abandoned him at the door of the hospital for what reason, and was picked up and raised by the master who passed by the hospital later.

The matter of singing red songs was forcibly requested by his master, and as for what he was doing, his master never told him, and even Xu Fei's name master said that it was chosen for him casually, and it had nothing to do with the pair of parents who abandoned him.

"Dumbo! It's back! ”

A tall and thin old man walked out in a long robe, looked at Xu Fei in a low but slightly penetrating voice and said, if someone takes a closer look at this old man's outfit at this time, they can find that he is actually an old Taoist priest who looks like he is sixty or seventy years old wearing a Taoist robe and a Taoist bun.

"Master, drink tea."

After Xu Fei made a cup of flower tea for his master and put it on the coffee table, he honestly sat opposite the master.

Over the years with Master, Xu Fei has always looked like a good baby, because since he was a child, as long as he made a mistake, Master would let him memorize an inexplicable Mixed Yuan Sutra.

From the age of three, he was able to memorize the million-word Mixed Yuan Sutra well, and by the age of five, he was already able to memorize it backwards, which shows that Xu Fei was not an honest child when he was a child.

But to say that Xu Fei's memory has been stronger than countless people since he was a child, he was sent to school by the master at the age of five, and graduated from primary school at the age of eight, and when he was in his third year of high school, he was not yet twelve years old.

After graduating from university, his master didn't let him look for a job, and Xu Fei didn't know where Master Lu Dao got so much money, so he took him around every country in the world for a few years, and let him go to those places where Chinese live to understand the treatment of Chinese everywhere he went.

In the end, Xu Fei realized that the status of the Chinese in the world was not as good as that of black Africans, and in the end, he learned that the Chinese had no status in the world under the explanation of the master.

However, the biggest gain for Xu Fei from this global trip is not only to learn about the sad history of Chinese people, but also to learn dozens of foreign languages because of his constant communication with foreigners.

But not long after he came back from the trip, the master began to let him learn the red songs from the war years to the early eighties in the last century, and as soon as he learned it, the master actually let him sing it loudly in front of the Heroes Monument, if it weren't for the fact that he had seen more of the world by wandering around for many years, he almost wouldn't have the courage to sing in front of everyone in front of Tiananmen!

Today is the last day of his master's request to sing red songs, Xu Fei, who has been cleaned up by his master for many years, does not dare to cheat in the slightest, and he doesn't know what Master Lu Dao is capable of, as long as he makes a mistake, he will directly ask for endorsement when he goes home, and it is useless to even deny it, his master will tell him clearly what happened when and where he made a mistake, so he sings these days and learns to be more correct than ordinary singers.

Xu Fei looked at the master and whispered, "Master, why do you keep letting me do these strange things?" When I was a child, you asked me to see the development of Shenzhen, the forefront of reform and opening up, I saw the progress of the people's life, but you asked me to carefully observe those corrupt officials and capitalists who did not care about anything for personal gain, and after studying, you asked me to go to all the old areas, I saw that the urban economy everywhere is constantly developing, but you let me go to the most remote places to see their still poor and backward days, this grew up and you took me around the world, but in the end it was to see the low status of the Chinese in various places, and this time you let me sing red songs! But what does it do to me? ”

Xu Fei's master has always been easier to speak, of course, that is when Xu Fei has not made a mistake, but he has asked these questions dozens of times, but his master has not answered once, but today his master seems to be very happy, he gently stroked his long beard with his still delicate hand like a baby, looked at Xu Fei and smiled faintly, picked up the teacup with the other hand and took a sip of tea before slowly saying:

"Dumbo! Do you remember Master's name? ”

Xu Fei habitually replied immediately: "Well, Master's name is the Red Army!" ”