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"Don't worry about it. "

Seeing that Mo Luoxue retreated and held the hilt of the sword, the old monk shook his head with a smile and said with relief: "The poor monk has been ignoring the vicissitudes of the world for a long time, if the donor insists on passing by, the poor monk will not stop him." "

"Since you are waiting for the ape to pass the vicissitudes of life, then why do you have to find someone destined to cross the common people?" Mo Luoxue did not advance or retreat, and looked at the old monk from afar and asked.

"The charm is as bright as the stars, and if the light of the fireflies is not gathered together, how can it compete with the sky. The old monk sighed slightly.

Mo Luoxue paused for a moment, but suddenly realized in his heart - this old thing is afraid that it is not for this endless years to stop people when they see them, stop them and start chanting, and come up to the heavens to give great responsibility to the people, the poor monk sees that you have a wisdom root, why don't you save the world with the poor monk?

This is a typical rabbit with grass, catch one counts as one, Mo Luoxue still remembers how Mo Yi used to gossip and how he defined this similar behavior? MLM?

The old monk also seemed to see that Mo Luoxue's expression had changed slightly, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The donor may have misunderstood..."

"How many so-called "saviors" have you met over the years. Mo Luoxue's face remained unchanged and asked the old monk lightly.

The old monk's face was straight: "Not a palm." "

"It looks like it's going to take some time to get stopped by you. Mo Luoxue bowed.

"Naturally. The old monk bowed his head: "If the posture of the Chinese is against the sky, the outcome is naturally conceivable, the abyss of all worlds is full of heroes, and the creatures of the three thousand and 25 thousand worlds are like stars skimming the night, and the poor monk only needs to pick the brightest few of them immediately." "

"Should I say honored?"

"The benefactor is a great talent, and it is the honor of a poor monk. The old monk smiled.

"How big is it?" Mo Luoxue seemed to hear some joke, and stopped holding the sword, and put her backhand back into the scabbard to look at it.

"It's the size of three or five mountains. The old monk looked at the surrounding scenery, the cliffs, and the clouds and mist: "If it is said in secular language, the benefactor should be the so-called "rare genius in ten thousand years". "

Mo Luoxue raised her head and did not react to the old monk's assessment.

"I've seen too many geniuses over the years, but most of them are rare in a hundred years and a thousand years, and the best one I have met before has also had a rare genius in five thousand years, but that one is trapped in prison and entered the abyss of ten thousand worlds just to seek a way to protect himself, and it is a pity not to allow the poor monk to leave at his request. The old monk shook his head and sighed.

"A rare genius in 5,000 years can only enter your eyes. Mo Luoxue felt that the old monk's tone was too much.

How long is 5,000 years? The passage of time is long, the reign of one dynasty in the human world is not more than a hundred years, and the replacement of fifty generations of dynasties is replaced by the world called "Earth" in the three thousand worlds, and 5,000 years is enough for the Bronze Age in 2200 BC to develop into the modern world in 2020.

And the so-called rare genius in 5,000 years is the existence that can crush all talents and great people in such a long time, and override all so-called demons and geniuses!

But this kind of genius is an eye-catching existence in the mouth of the old monk, and even he took the initiative to let the other party go, and he looked like he was tasteless and abandoned in his words.

"You are very ambitious, and you are trying in vain to gather the heroes of the world to accomplish your goal. Mo Luoxue shook her head and said: "The so-called excuse of going against the sky and slaughtering all the heavenly ghosts is too vague and implausible, although I don't know what your real purpose is, but I can be sure of one thing, if you really have the ability to see through the talent of living beings, even if you can find so many immortal geniuses, you will not have the ability and skill to collect them under your hands... This is not in line with the way of royalty. "

"The poor monk is just a monk, so he naturally doesn't understand the art of the emperor. The old monk smiled.

"The art of the emperor is focused on the word emperor, and only the emperor can control the world. Mo Luoxue looked the old monk up and down: "It's a pity that you are not, the so-called wizards have their own pride and even arrogance, you can't let these wizards move forward only for your ambitions, and in the end you can only end up falling apart, or... The wizards you have enveloped eat it. "

In a word. The old monk bowed: "So I need to set a common goal for the wizards... Or give them a big enemy, so that they are desperate to twist into a rope to exert force. "

"No, it's far from enough, if the hearts of the people are not aligned, even a strong foreign enemy will lead to internal strife, as evidenced by the historical books of the chaotic wars of the mortal realm from ancient times to the present, if the hearts are not aligned, there will be various unexpected situations such as internal ghosts, betrayal, and the fate of the foreign monarch will be disobeyed, and eventually lead to the defeat of the enemy. Mo Luoxue said.

"Yes, then how should the poor monk weigh this disadvantage according to what you have seen?" The old monk's face gradually became more kind, and he was not angry at all because Mo Luoxue kept denying him.

"We're talking about the art of the emperor. Mo Luoxue looked at the old monk and said, "Have you ever thought about why the Yang Dynasty is divided into four political powers, and the iron armor will be a million, but it is all controlled by one person on the dragon chair in the palace?"

"Because he's a king. The old monk said.

"Because he's a king. Mo Luoxue nodded affirmatively: "The emperor can not be the strongest, he may not be the most talented, but he must be a person who is feared, worshipped, and feared by the world, he does not have to be a soldier, he does not have to be good in the military, his role is a symbol, a symbol that unites the entire dynasty." There is such a symbol, only a dynasty can twist up and down to make rope sticks, and draw foreign enemies to retreat thousands of meters. "

"From this point of view, I need an emperor. The old monk shook his head and sighed: "But among the people I have seen, there is no imperial talent. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"Me neither. Mo Luoxue said lightly: "So you can get out of the way, maybe before you find the talent of the emperor, you can let go of the mind of encircling the wizard, the genius is as fierce as a tiger, beware of raising tigers." "

"Water can carry a boat and also capsize a boat, and the poor monk still understands the principle of drowning for good swimmers. The old monk said, "But why is the donor so sure that he is not an emperor?"

"Only I can see my own essence, and I don't need outsiders to comment on this. "

"Yes, the benefactor is not an emperor. The old monk folded his hands and bowed down, and his attitude was very sincere: "But the poor monk looks like an emperor." "

"What do you mean?" Mo Luoxue frowned, her hand pressed on the hilt of the sword again, and this time, she was really playing, the vast realm mana like the wind and waves instantly melted into the Fallen Dragon Sword, and for a while, the cold sword intent swept the entire mountain top, and two cyan crimson shadows loomed behind her.

"There is no emperor's posture, but he is dyed with the appearance of an emperor, which proves that the donor has been with the emperor for a long time. The old monk stood up from the ground and stood up straight to Mo Luoxue's kind eyebrows: "Although the donor is only contaminated with the slightest breath, in the eyes of the old monk, the emperor who has been accompanied by the donor can be regarded as the supreme posture of the royal road that the old monk has seen in his life!"

Scold!

Mo Luoxue suddenly drew her sword! The pale and blue sword qi suddenly appeared from the scabbard, and the crisp sound of the sword blade cutting through the mouth of the scabbard was as crisp as a mountain spring hitting a stone.263 Pleasant, the sword qi overflowed and cut through the white bone mountain road within a radius of 100 meters, and in an instant, the black deadly death qi in the mountain road crack gushed out!

The old monk stepped forward, but the Buddha's light filled the sky without reciting the Buddha's name, and the surging black dead air was forced back into the cracks! Although the old monk has always taken the "poor monk" as the name, but when he took a step, he was like a true Buddha descending to earth! Behind the Buddha's light turned into a phase, and suddenly the phantom of the real treasure Buddha hung in the air to make handprints and whispered the true scriptures of the Buddha!

"The poor monk has been waiting here for 10,000 years, and now he has finally waited for a chance, the donor should not blame the poor monk, the poor monk has just waited too long, and he will inevitably do his best to ask for hope. The old monk's brocade robe is windless and automatic, the Buddha light on the golden and red robe flows, and the Buddha light that shines on it oppresses Mo Luoxue on the mountain road from all directions: "The donor said before, climbing the mountain is only for one person? "

"So you didn't start with me, but... The man behind me. Mo Luoxue's eyes were gloomy, but more of it was an awe-inspiring killing intent, under the suppression of the rules of the abyss of all worlds, although I don't know how many years this old monk has survived, but although he has the power of the Immortal Buddha, as long as he does not drill into the hole of the Heavenly Dao like the Qingxuan Venerable, here, he can still only be on the same level as the Mo Luoxue realm!

Other words... Mo Luoxue was ready to slaughter this old thing.

"This matter is related to the lives of the three thousand worlds, and I hope that the emperor behind the donor will introduce the supreme emperor and the poor monk to meet!" the old monk spoke gently, but the solemnity in his eyebrows dyed by the Buddha's light was so unquestionable.

To the old monk's request, Mo Luoxue's answer was to take out the sword, and when the figure was fluttering, the shadow of the three clear and clear mysteries escaped into itself, and when the blue light exploded, the sword light climbed to a hundred zhang in an instant, and a sword illuminated the top of the mountain! .