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The moment Liu Ruoshui walked into the empire, he smelled a smell of decay. The imperial capital, which was supposed to be the core of a country's luck, was already close to the netherworld, and countless black qi filled it, impacting the already crumbling golden dragon of luck. Occasionally, there is a path of blood and light rushing to the sky, not the condensation of blood and qi, but the vertical and horizontal of evil energy, showing that all parts of the world, the disaster of blood and light is everywhere.

Originally, Liu Ruoshui was still a little puzzled. I don't understand how Cihang Pudu's ability to steal a country's dragon qi for his own use. After all, the suppressive power of dragon qi is no joke, and no matter how advanced its cultivation is, it shouldn't have such ability.

But when he entered the imperial capital, he immediately understood.

It turned out that it was not that Cihang Pudu really had that much ability, but because the country itself was dying.

When the kingdom is about to perish, there will be demons.

The rise and fall of a country is not limited by a few demons. It was not because of the emergence of Cihang Pudu that led to the decline of this country. It is because the country is about to perish that it attracts such a demon as Cihang Pudu.

Liu Ruoshui was the emperor. He was naturally clear about the nature of dragon qi. The power of dragon qi is actually the "luck" of a country. If a country is at its peak, it is naturally inviolable and suppresses everything. But the country's national strength has declined to this point, and the dragon qi is still declining to the extreme. In the form of this country, I am afraid that even if Liu Ruoshui kills Cihang Pudu, it will only make him breathe a sigh of relief, and there will be no fundamental changes.

When you arrive at the imperial capital, the palace is naturally close at hand.

However, Liu Ruoshui did not directly enter the palace and bring out the old monster Cihang Pudu. As the so-called "time", "location", "harmony", Cihang Pudu has long been the national teacher of the dynasty, the palace is his base camp, with the advantage of the home field, it is like the tiger's den in Longtan.

Therefore, Liu Ruoshui did not plan to enter the palace, but planned to force it out.

Ring ruler!

A piece of true qi condensed, turned into a ruler out of thin air, and landed in Liu Ruoshui's palm.

Originally, Liu Ruoshui planned to throw the "ring ruler" into the palace, startle the snake, and force the old goblin of Cihang Pudu out. But when he was about to do that, he suddenly lost his smile, and his mind moved slightly, and the ring ruler in his hand became a large pen of two feet.

Liu Ruoshui laughed, then cut his wrist, and wrote on the ground with blood.

"When the country is about to die, there will be demons; poison the world, chase only the fierce; but what can I do, I will be destroyed; what is the matter of reading the books of the sages? Righteousness is unyielding, and the evil is punished; auspicious and royal, and the town is in the wilderness!"

When the last stroke fell, a pure white Haoran righteous qi suddenly rose and rushed towards the evil qi in the sky. Under the impact of this majestic righteousness, the black gas that enveloped this country melted a lot like hot oil pouring snow on it. Benefiting from this, the country's originally crumbling luck golden dragon was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Great Confucian handwriting!

Liu Ruoshui's hand just now is not a means of martial arts, but a pure Confucian method. Although the great Confucianism of Confucianism has no power to restrain the chicken, with a mouth and a pen, he can attract the righteousness of heaven and earth and kill the demons.

Liu Ruoshui is certainly not a Confucian. But since his ten-way martial arts will was baptized by the will of heaven, it has been stored to the extreme, and he can naturally use this to simulate the Great Confucian and write the Great Confucian pen and ink.

That's it.

For the demons, Haoran righteousness is the most uncomfortable kind of power. Once Liu Ruoshui's great Confucian pen and ink is written, although Cihang Pudu cannot be killed, it will make him uncomfortable, just like putting a vampire in the sun, Liu Ruoshui naturally does not worry about it.

Sure enough. Liu Ruoshui just waited for a moment, then he heard a Buddha horn sound, and a group of looming figures walked over here.

Those figures gradually approached, and Liu Ruoshui saw it clearly. In this figure, there is a group of monks, people are dressed very strangely, similar to the Han Dynasty's robes with big sleeves, with high hair buns on their heads, and they are a female monks. In the center, there is indeed a lotus platform made of metal carried by eight female monks, with a curtain on it, so that people can't see the reality inside.

"Amitabha!"

With a Buddha horn sounded, the lotus platform throne stopped, a monk next to the curtain opened, and two more monks began to throw paper flowers, with the golden light emitted by the lotus platform, it was simply a Buddha light, the momentum of the goddess scattering flowers.

Compared with the half-male and half-female, half-demon and half-ghost tree demon grandma, Cihang Pudu can be said to be full of appearance. His face was solemn, peaceful, and there was a hint of compassion in his eyes. If Liu Ruoshui didn't know what was going on, I'm afraid he would have been deceived by him.

"Good, good! The donor is a scholar, why does he have such a murderous aura? You must know, 'Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot'!" Cihang Pudu said to Liu Ruoshui in a compassionate tone.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

After Cihang Pudu's sentence "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground!" was spoken, it was as if there were tens of millions of people shouting at the same time, and it sounded in Liu Ruoshui's ears.

This sound is extremely strange, as if it triggers air resonance, spatial resonance, and the grand Sanskrit chanting, like countless people chanting together, fills the entire square, and the rhythmic, subdued tone sweeps all over the world, and even penetrates deep into the soul.

At first glance, this Buddha horn contains endless compassion, as if it really wants to persuade people to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. If you are not proficient in Buddhism, you may really think that this is the Zen sound of the Buddha name of the great monk. But Liu Ruoshui knows that this is by no means a means of Buddhism.

For the kung fu of Buddhism, Liu Ruoshui knows a lot. He naturally knew that although there were also methods of moderation in Buddhism, some of them were probably ten or a hundred times more domineering than Cihang Pudu's life-seeking Sanskrit.

However, no matter how domineering the Zen sound of Buddhism is, it is also through the Zen sound that the trace of "Buddha thought" in the enemy's heart is attracted and infinitely amplified, so that he can "put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot". But how can there be a trace of compassion in Cihang Pudu's life-seeking Sanskrit sound? It's just that this so-called "Sanskrit sound" is used to forcibly control the opponent's mind and turn it into his own puppet!

What kind of means seems to be overbearing, but in fact, it falls into the inferior. If the opponent is not strong-willed, he is naturally invincible, and if he is used to deal with a determined martial artist like Liu Ruoshui, it is a little ridiculous and generous.

Let Cihang Pudu sing it, even if he sings the momentum of "blowing the conch and falling from the sky". Liu Ruoshui only regarded it as a breeze and didn't care at all. Instead, he took advantage of this opportunity to explore the truth of Cihang Pudu. (To be continued.) )