When Mo Wuming heard his wife say he killed a pig, he thought of his wife hunting today. He knew that his wife was comforting her.

"When the child is born, let's go to Longhu Mountain!" Mo Wuming held his wife's hand and made this decision a little nervous.

His wife wiped the blood on his face. He ran back and walked the mountain road and was scratched by bushes.

She smiled virtuously and said, "No matter what you do, I will support you."

...

Dragon and Tiger Mountain.

In front of the tomb.

"It's really fate, we're meeting again." The old man stood in front of the grave and looked back at Mo Wuming and his wife.

Mo Wuming placed the wine in front of the tombstone: "I have no fate, I came to find you specially."

"Think clearly that you will be the best in the world?" The old man wiped the words on the tombstone, and there was no name or surname on the tombstone.

"Is she dead?" Mo Wuming avoided this sentence and asked back.

"Well, I'm dead. But it's not that I'm too weak to cultivate my immortals, but that I can't even protect my disciples." The old man sighed, and then his eyes shone again: "Although I can't...but you may be able to. Do you want to try it?"

He stood up and took out two boxes from the side.

"One is a martial art that preserves inheritance. The box cannot be opened by a century-old man; the other is prepared for people like you, called "Immortal Materials Catalogue"."

The wife held the child in her arms and asked curiously: "Do you want to practice the Immortal Vein Pictures?"

The old man smiled and shook his head and said, "No! I want him to practice both!"

"Take all the spiritual energy from the Longhu Mountain Spiritual Land! I only want two things!"

"The first thing is to keep the last spiritual vein! The inheritance of Longhu Mountain can be cut off, but the cultivators in the world cannot be cut off!"

"There's another thing... help me kill that dog emperor!" When talking about the emperor, the old man gritted his teeth and his eyes were red, as if tears were about to fall.

Mo Wuming took the box: "I will kill the emperor! But this is not to help you, but to help me!"

"I want the flames to burn for a long time over Chang'an!"

...

Chang'an City.

Royal Palace.

"Bold! Bold!" The emperor looked at the ministers with a ferocious expression.

"Why do they want to rebel? Why do they want to rebel?" The emperor walked off the dragon throne and grabbed the collar of the minister beside him: "I had reduced taxes for three years when I first ascended the throne!! I'm amnesty all over the world!! It's fine if I'm not grateful! I'll still rebel!"

"This group of unruly people! The unruly people! A group of ungrateful wolves!!"

Now the world is full of wars, and digging spiritual veins is a waste of money and money. In order to meet the target, the officials below are very strict with the workers. They force countless people who have been deemed strong men to rebel!

"This...this..."

The high-ranking officials and nobles below looked at each other in pairs.

They are the noble "poets" class, and it is common for them to play with the emperor, but they never thought that the world is in chaos now, which makes them who are often high-profile in manipulating public opinion tightly.

Outside the palace.

Market area.

People in the palace were panic, but there was still a prosperous scene outside the palace.

Those who stay in this capital cannot see the hardships of workers moving mountains and digging the soil.

Everyone in the audience still had the intention to listen to the storyteller telling stories.

"Ba!" The storyteller Xingmu was about to talk about his final poem.

"A curvy tree will eventually turn, and raising a wolf and being a dog is difficult to keep a house."

"The cormorant is black for a while, and the crow is painted white."

Mo Wuming shook his head when he heard it below. So many years have passed, but there is still nothing new.

He finally knew where he hated this poem.

On the surface, it is said that people's country is easy to change, but their nature is difficult to change, but in fact it seems that they are implying class solidification everywhere.

A beggar can only be a beggar for the rest of his life, and the emperor will be the emperor for the rest of his life!

It is really interesting to have such a poem read in this downtown for ten years.

"Maybe I was born not a dog!" Mo Wuming stood up straight.

The storyteller is still talking about his final poem.

"Cannabis coptis will eventually be bitter, and forced picking of fruits and fruits will not be sweet."

"Good things must be done by good people, but no ordinary people do them..."

The words have not ended.

"boom!!"

A pillar of fire rose into the sky!

Mo Wuming slowly took off with the pillar of fire.

He looked down at Chang'an City, where he grew up, and said, "Twenty quarters of an hour! This is the time I give to mortals!"

"Say it again! The immortals destroy the city! The mortals retreat!"

The flames swept across the world!

Trapped the palace tightly in a sea of ​​fire!

People in the downtown city responded the fastest! Twenty quarters of an hour is already long enough!

"Run! The immortal is here to take revenge!"

"I have to bring my top awakening wood!"

"Damn it! I still have three taels of silver to spend!!"

...

In the palace.

All the officials were receiving the emperor's anger, but after a while, a real fire broke out outside.

"Why is this on fire? Where are the guards?"

"Where did this fire come from?"

"Damn it! When I go out, I will definitely leave the guards who are not allowed to die awkwardly!"

The wizard frowned. He felt that there was a person with extremely threatening energy outside. He came here just to plunder the resources of the witches, but he didn't want to die.

"Forget it, I've already killed a lot, so I can't be greedy anymore."

With these resources, the Wizard Alliance can rise, and then use the extraordinary power to unite with the country to annex the Great Chengguo!

After the annexation, all the witch resources here really belong to them!

Thinking of this, the wizard waved his staff to escape from it immediately.

"What's going on?"

The staff did not respond at all.

The wizard waved twice again without believing in evil, but the staff remained unmoved.

He finally panicked!

"Your Excellency, I am Idrisa Rauali, the Wizards Alliance. Please give me a high hand! Let me live a life." The Wizard immediately knelt down on the ground according to the etiquette of the Great Chengguo.

He has been here for a lot of time and has taught himself language and etiquette, so he can communicate normally even without magic.

When the officials saw the wizard who was unattainable on weekdays, they were shocked.

All of a sudden, I realized the cause of the sea of ​​fire.

Before the officials could discuss, they heard Mo Wuming's voice.

"Say it again, the immortals destroy the city, and the mortals retreat!"

The officials' faces turned pale.

"How dare he? How dare he?"

"There is a difference between the king and the people! I just practiced for a few years and dared to do such a thing!"

"I don't believe it! He dares to kill the emperor!!!"

Some people really don’t believe it, while others are deliberately trying to make trouble.

But none of these matters, because Mo Wuming is already standing in front of them at this moment.

The emperor was still sitting high on the dragon throne, looking down at Mo Wuming with a constant expression.
To be continued...