Today, the struggle for monarchy is a game between Qin and the Six Kingdoms!

The battle of doctrines is not Yang Jimo! That is, Yang Zhu of Taoism and Mo Zhai of the Mo family, almost all of the world's fame, under the influence of Yang and Mo, whether it is Confucianism, Legalism, medicine, or celebrity, they can only endure and avoid.

Yang Zhu's disciples and Mo Zhai's disciples naturally confronted each other and did not let each other.

After the death of the plague monarch, the law enforcement hall of the Yang Zhu Xue Palace sent the epidemic monarch and others to search for the cause, and the action was extremely public, that is, this publicity made the disciples of the Mo family pay attention, and sent the disciples to track and investigate.

After all, the Plague Monarch is a disciple of Yang Zhu Xuegong, who is so bold as to kill the Plague Monarch? Perhaps, the person who killed the plague monarch was also an ally of the Mo family?

During the investigation, some Mo disciples dressed in black also tracked the Mengdi of the Song Kingdom.

"According to our inquiry, the Epidemic King with a group of Yang Zhu Xuegong law enforcement team should have gone to the Gujing Private School in Mengdi, just in that direction, I heard a roar in the distance just now, there should have been a battle!" A black-clothed Mo family disciple said in a deep voice.

"Roar? I can hear it, who is the plague king fighting with? Well fought, hahaha, the person who fought against the plague lord should also be a friend of my Mo family! The first Mo disciple said with a smile.

"Are we going to help?"

"No, if this friend wins, it's worth our friendship! If we lose, then there is no need for us to know each other! The man in black shook his head and said.

Although the people in black call them 'friends', they seem to be just superficial and don't really regard each other as friends, which may be the 'love' in Mohist thought, but many people use the skin of 'love' to hide their inner choices.

"Purple gas? What's going on, that Gujing private school, purple and angry, is not something that the epidemic monarch can do! Another man in black was surprised.

"It must be Yang Zhu Fati, who is the person who actually forced the epidemic monarch to make such a bloody investment?"

"Yang Zhu Fati is powerful in the world, it seems that the friends who fight against the epidemic monarch are no longer good! It's a pity! The man in black sighed.

A group of men in black all nodded.

Just when a group of black-clothed people were about to come forward to investigate, suddenly, a black gas rushed up to the sky, and in the black gas, countless butterflies swarmed out, covering the sky and spreading in all directions.

After only a short while, the eyes were full of butterflies.

"Is this the breath of thought? Black? One color with my Mohist thoughts? Could it be my Mo family disciple? ”

"No, in this black atmosphere, it is full of life, different from ours!"

"Butterflies? How can there be butterflies this season? It's true? ”

"No, crush this butterfly, but turn it into black gas? Is it fake? ”

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A group of black-clothed people rushed towards the Gujing Private School.

But the closer you go, the more butterflies there are, so many that they form a wave of yearning impact, as if the people washed by the flood can't get closer.

Seeing that they couldn't get close, the black-clothed people suddenly became anxious.

"What to do? There must be a peerless powerhouse inside, this breath, this butterfly wave, we can't get close at all! ”

"Inform Damo!" The man in black said in a deep voice.

"What? Notify Big Ink? A group of men in black exclaimed.

"I should have thought of it a long time ago, how could the person who let the Epidemic Lord use Yang Zhu Fati be an ordinary person? Such a powerful friend must win over my Mo family! This news is sent to Damo, and we will be rewarded! The man in black at the head said a little excitedly.

"Big ink? But......! ”

"It's nothing, and I also know that in the territory of the Song Kingdom, there is a big Mo of my Mo family, called Xiang Liqin, who is one of the three disciples of the giant, leading a Mo family army to do things in the Song Kingdom!" The man in black said expectantly.

"Sori Qin?" Everyone looked at the man in black who was the leader!

"Yes, Xiang Liqin, I heard that if he is unhappy, others will be unlucky! Hold the 'Curse Order'! It's nearby, quick, follow me to inform him! The man in black said suddenly.

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Furui Private School.

No matter how surprised Mr. Gujing, the schoolchildren, the plague king, Hui Shi and others were, Zhuang Zhou still opened the door of the library and stepped out.

Taking a step out, feeling the countless butterflies around him roaring out like a flood, Zhuang Zhou's eyes flashed with essence.

At this moment, Zhuang Zhou has already made clear his situation, he is Wang Xiong, Wang Xiong who crossed through the wheel of life from the future, although he doesn't know how he was crossed, but, when he comes, he comes.

Moreover, at this moment, Zhuang Zhou has also successfully overcome the huge influence of Confucianism on himself, and Zhuang Zhou can fully comprehend Taoist thought without interference.

There was a process of creating Confucianism, and Zhuang Zhou now understands Taoist thought, and he has suddenly become like a fish in water.

Zhuang Zhou's talent is naturally extraordinary, and he has a large number of Taoist books in his mind, which also makes Zhuang Zhou's Taoist thoughts gradually take shape at this moment.

"Butterflies? This is the butterfly in my dream, and it actually appeared in reality? Zhuang Zhou's eyes lit up.

The dream world comes from the blood spirit bead, Wang Xiong used the blood spirit bead to enter the dream world in the past, and he could also use the 'fixed-point restoration' magic power.

Now, as he became more enlightened, Zhuang Zhou found that he had more control over the power of dreams.

"Dreams illuminate reality? In the past, I could only bring people and things from the real world into the dream world, but now, I can bring things out of the dream world? Butterfly? Butterfly? Ha, hahahahahaha! Zhuang Zhou laughed.

At this moment, Zhuang Zhou felt extremely comfortable, and a sense of accomplishment of finding his own purpose lingered in his body.

"In this life, my Taoist thoughts will not be constrained by everything, and my Taoist thoughts care about the word 'Xiaoyao', Xiaoyao? This time, I'm going to get away with it! Unrestrained! A look of determination flashed in Zhuang Zhou's eyes.

"Boom!"

Behind Zhuang Zhou, the black air filled the sky.

Although he promised Lao Tzu to understand Taoist thought, there are also differences within Taoist thought, and everyone's thinking has deviations, and it is impossible to unify the thoughts to be exactly the same.

With a flick of his sleeves, the overwhelming butterflies soared countless again.

Zhuang Zhou turned his head comfortably and looked at the Gujing private school.

Everything here seems to be frozen.

With Wang Xiong's wisdom, he naturally saw that this place was extraordinary, and even had a force of imprisonment, blocking the void and imprisoning himself, but, the dream realm illuminated the reality, and now this is his own free dream realm, in his own realm, how can he be restrained casually?

Even these countless butterflies can't be restrained!

Mr. Furui and the other schoolchildren had a frightened look on their faces, but their eyes were fixed on Zhuang Zhou, obviously unable to understand everything that Zhuang Zhou found on his side.

On the other side, a group of people dressed in purple were fighting with a group of people dressed in white, but all of them were forbidden to move.

There was only one person, holding the torn Dharma Tien in one hand and the long sword in the other, looking at Zhuang Zhou incredulously.

"You, you, you are in the Yang Zhu Fa Ti realm, how can you move?" The Plague Lord glared incredulously.

Zhuang waved on Monday.

"Whoa~~~~~~~~~!"

Suddenly, the butterflies in front of Zhuang Zhou to the plague monarch scattered.

"Yang Zhu Fa Ti Realm?" Zhuang Zhou frowned and looked around.

"What about you? Didn't you hear? The plague king's eyes widened.

Although I don't know how Zhuang Zhou did this, the epidemic monarch is not afraid of Zhuang Zhou, after all, Zhuang Zhou is obviously a child in front of him, not to mention, Yang Zhu's theory covers the world, and the epidemic monarch naturally has a monstrous pride.

Zhuang Zhou frowned and looked around, because Zhuang Zhou found that in the surrounding void confinement, there was actually a soul power, and Wang Xiong was in charge of the book of life and death, and he was extremely sensitive to soul power.

In the soul power in front of him, there was actually a monstrous grievance.

The breath of a grieving soul? Zhuang Zhou suddenly became serious.

"Bring it and show me!" Zhuang Zhou's face was a little gloomy and he looked at the plague monarch.

The plague king's eyes widened: "You little thing, you dare to speak to me in such a tone?" ”

The plague lord is waiting to be angry.

I saw Zhuang Zhou beckoning, and suddenly countless butterflies whistled from all directions.

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

The butterflies were like a tide, fiercely hitting the left hand of the epidemic monarch, and a loud noise was heard, and the law code torn in the hand of the epidemic monarch instantly came out of his hand, and under the drag of a group of butterflies, it flew towards Zhuang Zhou.

At the moment when the Fa Tien left the Plague Lord's hand, the surrounding void shook violently, and the confinement just now disappeared in an instant.

Yang Zhu's Dharma Thread must be urged by his disciples with Yang Zhu's thoughts, and once Yang Zhu's thoughts are not urged, they will suddenly become invalid.

All of a sudden, everyone moved.

Everyone looked at the group of butterflies in amazement.

And the plague king was even more annoyed and angry: "Looking for a dead little thing!" ”

"Groan!"

The long sword in his hand suddenly swung out, about to slash at Zhuang Zhou.

"Go!"

Hui Shi naturally made a move, and rushed towards the Epidemic King with a sword.

"Dang!"

The two collided with their long swords, and the surrounding area suddenly fought again.

"Boom!"

The famous disciple was hanging by a thread just now, and when he got out of trouble at this moment, he was naturally annoyed and angry, and a fierce battle arose.

Mr. Furui was able to move with a group of schoolchildren, but they all looked at Zhuang Zhou as if they were stupid.

"Zhuang Zhou, aren't you stupid? How can he have a sense of thought? ”

"Ideological breath? Butterfly? This, how is this possible? ”

"Even the teacher doesn't have a sense of thought, right?"

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In everyone's surprise, the law also fell into the hands of Zhuang Zhou.

Zhuang Zhou grabbed the fateh, looked at it, and his face became ugly.

"Soul? Using the soul of a man as ink, writing into the Dharma, and performing a demonic technique? I really don't know whether to live or die! Ignoring the reincarnation of heaven in vain, disrespecting the order of reincarnation, and using the human soul as ink? Who is it? Yang Zhu? Zhuang Zhou's eyes widened.

"Bold, is Yang Zhu Sage the one you call by his name? Do you dare to slander Yang Zhu Sage? The plague lord slammed his sword away and glared at Hui Shi.

"Slander? Am I slandering? Zhuang Zhou said coldly.

As he spoke, a black gas poured out of Zhuang Zhou's hand and entered the Fa Ti.

Suddenly, countless terrible screams came from the post.

"Ah~~~~~h

"Spare me, help!"

"I don't want to live forever, I don't want it!"

"Help, help!"

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Countless cries came from Yang Zhu Fati, and then, under the urging of Zhuang Zhou, one by one the blue ghosts that had been distorted and inhuman-shaped flew out, crying and frightened as if they had been delirious, in the midst of a terrible cry.

"Is this really the soul of a man? Better! And all tortured crazy? Not far away, Hui Shi exclaimed.

Seeing Zhuang Zhou's move, the plague monarch untied Yang Zhu's fateh, and his expression suddenly moved.

"Is that you? You killed the plague king! It's you! The plague king's pupils shrank suddenly.

PS: I apologize to everyone, this chapter is written on the afternoon of the fifth day of the first lunar month, when relatives were eating wine at my mother-in-law's house, that night, my daughter had a little fever, and the next morning, a high fever of 39 degrees, I went to the hospital to check, I got the flu, and I inquired, the relatives who came to eat and drink on the fifth day of the first month, there are nearly ten relatives who are also flu. Everyone is constantly hanging water and going to the hospital. I didn't sleep much in the past two days, and I went to the hospital to hang water for the baby, and the fever subsided after the water was hung, but not long after I went home, I had a high fever again, and then I went to the hospital. The seventh day of the first month is even more burned to 40 degrees, and now I live in a hotel outside the hospital, and I accompany the baby in and out of the hospital throughout the whole process, and there is really no time code. Guanqi himself coughed non-stop, it seems that there are also signs, this chapter, I found time to send it to you in advance, I hope that tomorrow my daughter and I can recover, sincerely apologize, Guanqi made everyone wait for so long, but they got the flu. If you recover tomorrow, you will do your best to code words for everyone, if you can't recover, you can only say sorry to everyone, starting tomorrow, you only need to pay attention to one o'clock in the afternoon and five o'clock in the afternoon, if there is no update, that is, I am still in the hospital, either the baby or I am hanging water. From tomorrow, I owe a watch, and when I watch chess and my daughter recover, I will double it.

I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!