Looking at the chessboard destroyed by the sword qi, Moro's expression was still calm, only his long black hair fluttered slightly.

"The most poisonous thing in this world is people's seven emotions and six desires, like a leaf blinding the eyes, you can't see the big thousand, pitiful, you are talented and intelligent, but you still can't escape this cage." After a pause, he said, "Those who shout to overturn the chessboard just want to be the next chess player." Li Daoxuan didn't want to argue with him anymore, this was a difference in philosophy between the two, neither of them would be convinced, words were meaningless, only victory or defeat could prove who was right.

"Where did you tie Yan'er to?" For the little girl who sacrificed himself to save Changle, Li Daoxuan felt very pity in his heart, and if there was still a chance, he wanted to try to save Yan'er.

Such a kind little girl shouldn't end like this, at least Li Daoxuan wants to send her to reincarnate and enjoy the love of her parents in the next life.

Mo Luo said: "That little girl, it can be said that it is difficult to wither the rotten wood, I sent her into the palace, let her get close to Changle, and observe Changle's every move, so that she can replace Changle in the future and possess her." ”

"In this way, she can become the eldest princess of the Tang Dynasty from the daughter of Buyi, although she is still a mortal, she can enjoy the wealth that ordinary people dream of, and it can be regarded as a step to the sky." After a pause, he shook his head and said: "It's a pity that she actually felt compassion for Changle and betrayed me in the end, but it doesn't matter, her role was originally to lure you out of Chang'an City, so that Montenegro could take away the queen's soul, as long as this goal is achieved, whether it is a chess piece or an abandoned child, what does it matter?" Hearing the cold words from his mouth, it was as if it was not a living life, but just a mustard on the side of the road, dust on his sleeve, weightless.

The anger in Li Daoxuan's heart was burning little by little. He couldn't help but think of the candy full of mold, and the reason why it was wrapped with a strong yin qi was because Yan'er often played with it in his hand.

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl turned into a lonely soul and wandered between heaven and earth, gradually forgotten by her parents.

When she quietly looked out the window at the happy family inside, what she longed for most was not to become a prominent princess of the Tang Dynasty, but to walk into that simple but warm thatched hut.

Mo Luo said: "People like Yan'er, small and humble like ants, I don't know how many there are in this world, they have one thing in common, that is, they will never be satisfied." Moro raised his eyes and looked at Li Daoxuan, with a hint of mockery in his smile, and said: "Li Daoxuan, you once gave hope to the people of Chang'an, but when you encounter danger, will those ants who are greedy for life and afraid of death come to help you?" ”

"They won't, and even if they are in danger, they will blame you in the first place, blaming you for not protecting them in time." Li Daoxuan was silent.

Moro smiled at this and continued, "Very well, it seems that you are not a stubborn person, and on this point, we have reached a consensus. ”

"You're wrong." Li Daoxuan raised his eyes, and his voice was sonorous and powerful.

"Not everyone in this world is as selfish as you think, otherwise in the dream of the Heavenly Master, you will not fall short." Moro paused slightly.

He once successfully grasped Zhang Zhiyan's weakness and weakness, trapped him in a dream, and with Zhang Zhiyan's supernatural powers and cultivation, he could only sink helplessly and was willing to die.

But I never thought that that perfect plan would be ruined by an ordinary woman in the end. Zhang Zhiyan's wife, a mortal, calmly rejected the temptation of immortality, and used her soul to scatter in exchange for Zhang Zhiyan's freedom and liberation.

This made Moro feel very ironic for a while, he had set up a game for sixteen years, stumped the first person of the contemporary Daomen, but was broken by an ordinary person.

Li Daoxuan's eyes were bright, and he remembered the old shopkeeper of Chang'an Restaurant when Wang Bo was captured by Maha. The old man took out the treasure of his town store, treasured the century-old exquisite wine, and asked Yiren to help rescue Wang Bo.

It is true that there are some people in Chang'an who hate bad people and think that they are in the company of demons all day long, which is ominous, but there are also many people, like the old shopkeeper of Chang'an Restaurant, who are grateful and grateful.

Wang Bo once told Li Daoxuan that several of the children rescued by his master would go to the Yingling Mausoleum with their parents to sprinkle and pay tribute and offer a bouquet of white chrysanthemums every Qingming Festival.

Li Daoxuan believes that the Tang Dynasty will eventually become the Tang Dynasty that will be inclusive of all countries. The people of Datang can tolerate foreign guests, how can they not tolerate these bad people who sacrifice their lives to protect them?

"Moro, I don't know what happened to the Eternal Night back then, and I don't know why the gods and Buddhas disappeared, but whatever your reasons, you can't hide your ambitions." After a pause, Li Daoxuan said word by word: "Perhaps, the world doesn't need gods and Buddhas in the first place. Moro quietly savored Li Daoxuan's words, and said seriously: "Maybe what you said has some truth, but ...... It's still too naïve. ”

"Li Daoxuan, if you can survive, you might as well see with your own eyes, after this heavy rain, the people of Chang'an are in awe of me."

"You'll find out ...... then"

"The world will not remember God's gift, but it will remember God's punishment." …… Hongyi Palace. Li Shimin paced back and forth, waiting for news from Li Daoxuan.

After learning that Li Yuan was likely to be involved in Moro's conspiracy, he became more and more uneasy in his heart, and even looked at Li Yuan who was lying on the bed and sleeping, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his heart.

But he quickly vetoed it. After all, Li Yuan is his father, and since ancient times, he has been vying for the throne since ancient times, and it is not uncommon for brothers to fight against each other, but it is rare for him to kill his own father.

The word filial piety is more important than a thousand jun. Second, Taichong is still in a dream, if he kills Li Yuan, won't he fall into danger for Taichong?

Just as he was lingering, there was a sudden noise of footsteps outside.

"Your Majesty, it's not good!" Gao Quan ran over in the heavy rain and said loudly: "The heavy rain has washed away the river, and the river near Chang'an City ...... All of them have burst! Li Shimin was shocked, Chang'an City surrounds eight rivers, namely Wei, Jing, Feng, Shui, Wei, Hu, Chan, Ba, these eight rivers are diverted, and floods rarely occur.

But once it happens, it will also be earth-shattering, and the water will be long! At this moment, Li Shimin was so anxious that he seemed to have seen the tragic situation of the people in front of him, and he immediately ordered: "Quickly, mobilize the forbidden army, and follow me to save people!" After that, he didn't care about Li Yuan and Taichong, and he rushed out of the palace first, only to find that even in the palace, the water had already overflowed his ankles.

…… In a dream. Mo Luo's appearance began to change slowly, the green silk became flowery, the beard was gray, and the skin was wrinkled, and it gradually changed into Li Yuan's appearance.

Only the deep eyes still retain the temperament of Moro.

"Li Daoxuan, although you have overturned the chessboard, the real game has just begun, try it first...... Survive. Li Daoxuan's heart suddenly had a hint of foreboding.

He immediately pointed his sword and slashed at the center of Moro's brow. But this sword finally stopped in front of Li Yuan's forehead, because Moro had disappeared, and there was not even a trace of breath left, and he actually gave up this body that he had worked so hard to obtain!

Li Daoxuan frowned, and prepared to leave the dream. Suddenly, an old hand grasped his wrist, which was still trembling because of his exhaustion.

"Save ...... Save Chang'an......" The old man's voice was like a rotten bellows, hoarse and low, as if just these few words had exhausted the strength of his whole body.

Li Daoxuan raised his eyes and looked at the old man in front of him. Li Yuan still had a trace of residual thoughts, and after Moro's primordial spirit left, he finally gained control of his physical body again.

However, Li Daoxuan has already seen that his spirit is like a leaf falling in the wind, and he is supported by his last breath.

"Save Chang'an...... Save...... When the Tang Dynasty ...... dying, Li Yuan's old and cloudy eyes were full of guilt and self-blame, he was possessed and controlled by Moro and did many bad things, and now he wants to destroy Li Tang's foundation.

Therefore, he held on to his last breath and begged Li Daoxuan to save Datang. Li Daoxuan sighed lightly and said, "According to the emperor's order, the poor Dao will do his best." Hearing this answer, Li Yuan seemed to have finally let go of his last breath, and the whole person was relieved, and his spirit gradually disappeared.

He let go of the hand holding Li Daoxuan and tried his best to do it, but before he could bow down, his body became darker and darker, almost transparent.

Li Daoxuan's heart moved, and he asked, "Emperor Taishang, for Your Majesty...... Is there anything else you'd like to say? Hearing this question, Li Yuan's gaze was slightly distracted, and his chapped lips kept trembling, but finally regained his composure and shook his head at Li Daoxuan.

Without speaking, it has already explained a lot. For Li Shimin, the son he was once most proud of and loved, he still did not forgive in the end.

In this absurd dream, Li Yuan's spirit completely dissipated. The founding emperor of the Tang Dynasty, who was once ambitious and famous, left the last words in this world is, save Chang'an and save the Tang Dynasty.

Until his death, he did not forgive Li Shimin. …… With Li Yuan's death, the dream also collapsed, as if the mirror had been shattered into pieces, and the whole world became fragmented.

Li Daoxuan suddenly discovered that this should be a trap left by Moro for himself. If he can't leave the dream in time, he will be lost here forever, shattered with this empty world, and there will be no more Li Daoxuan in the world.

And Li Yuan's remnant thoughts should also be deliberately left by Moro. He guessed that Li Yuan would talk to Li Daoxuan, so that Li Daoxuan could not leave here at the first time, and by the time he reacted, the dream world had already collapsed.

Poor Li Yuan is also a generation of emperors, but even the last trace of residual thoughts was calculated by Moro.

"Don't be afraid!" After Moro left, the demon boy finally stopped hiding behind Li Daoxuan, he jumped out, the jade seal on his hand shone again, and the hard-earned incense divine power was quickly consumed, so that the dream world on the verge of collapse gradually stabilized.

The demon boy's eyes showed a trace of pain, these incense fire divine power is extremely precious, after he obtained the divine position, he was conscientious and conscientious, and he only accumulated so little.

This time, it took more than half of it. He held Li Daoxuan's hand and led him out of the dream world, swimming like a fish in the water, like a bird flying in the forest, and soon disappeared.

…… Hongyi Palace. The figures of Li Daoxuan and the demon boy reappeared, and he touched the little head of the demon boy, and did not hesitate to praise himself.

"Thanks to you this time, I will commend your merits at Niangniang, and the incense power consumed this time, Niangniang should reward you with all of them." Li Daoxuan smiled slightly, in Niangniang's place, he still has this face.

Hearing this, the demon boy's eyebrows suddenly fluttered, and his smile was about to burst.

"Engong, how embarrassing is this......" said this, but the excitement in his eyes was overflowing, the little guy who was a foot tall didn't know what it meant to be happy and angry.

The demon boy is naturally happy, during this time in the Qing Netherworld, he has become familiar with many people with his cute appearance, and he also understands the rules of the Qing Netherworld.

In the Qing Underworld, the lady in Tsing Yi is the absolute master, and a word can determine the life and death of ghosts and gods. As we all know, Tsing Yi Niangniang is very cold and holy, except for Xiao Qi'er and her mother-in-law, it is difficult for other ghosts and gods to see her, and even if they do, they are sincerely afraid and dare not look directly at the fairy face.

But I don't know who spread the gossip, saying that although Niangniang is selfless, she values the Qingming envoy Li Daoxuan the most, but whenever Li Daoxuan sends the soul of the past life, the Qingyi Niangniang will personally handle it and take proper care of it.

If you are willing to say a good word, it is better than ordinary people praising in front of the mother! The demon boy faintly realized this, he was introduced by Li Daoxuan, and naturally he was regarded as Li Daoxuan's person by the ghosts and gods of the Qing Underworld, and no ghost dared to deliberately embarrass him.

Li Daoxuan pinched his fleshy face and said, "Help me do things, naturally I won't let you suffer, okay, the next thing will be dangerous, you go back first." The demon boy shook his head and said, "Engong, just let me be with you, I'm amazing now!" Li Daoxuan shook his head and smiled, and said, "You have already helped me a lot, and besides, I promised your father that I would take good care of you, be obedient, go back quickly." "Although the Demon Boy is no longer what it used to be, the fields involved in his priesthood are all related to dreams, and without dreams, his real combat power is not strong.

At Li Daoxuan's request, the demon boy could only turn around three times in one step and return to the statue. Before leaving, he reluctantly said: "Engong, you have to call me out more in the future!" He muttered: "If you call me out, I can come out to play openly, so that the mother will not blame ......" Li Daoxuan shook his head and smiled, this little guy, how long has he been working, and he has already begun to think about fishing?

After the demon boy left, Li Daoxuan glanced back at Li Yuan's body, and then opened the door and looked at the still fierce rainstorm.

At the same time, under the ears of Shunfeng, he also heard the wails of countless people in Chang'an.

"Help! I don't know how to water! ”

"Madame, be careful, there are monsters underwater!"

"Run, the monster eats people!"

"It's water monkeys, so many water monkeys!" Li Daoxuan opened the eye of heaven and saw that the entire Chang'an City was like a funnel without holes, poured into it by the raging flood, and the surging water vapor was almost overwhelming.

Only high-lying buildings such as the Imperial Palace and the Zhaoling Tomb were spared. The admired 'Eight Waters Around Chang'an' in "Shanglin Fu" has now become eight life-threatening hooks.

What's even more terrifying is that under the flood, there are strange figures wandering, like apes, with hair and claws like sharp blades.

Dense and swarming, like a swarm of ants out of the nest, random bees flying by, no end in sight. For a moment, Li Daoxuan's mind recalled what the madman in Xuzhou City had said.

"There are thousands of water ghouls in the Surabaya River, more than the heavenly soldiers and generals!"