Chapter 597 The ambition of heaven and man is to conquer heaven!
In the courtyard.
Li Yizheng and Zhao Si discuss games.
This is the most common hobby between the two of them. They are of different ages but have the same background. They went to the same kindergarten, elementary school, junior high school, and even high school together. During this period, I used New Year's money to buy two controllers and game CDs in elementary school, and I started to get into games with a home DVD player.
When I was in junior high school, I experienced the final end of the arcade era and the initial rise of computer games.
When I was in high school, I went to an Internet cafe to play various computer games.
Looking back on two thousand years, what they always remember most is the midsummer of that year, when two children squatted together with a square screen, a DVD player, a fan, and an old popsicle to play games.
Zhao Si chose the oldest pixel game as a carrier, poured his own feelings and insights into it, and finally came up with a "real" game.
It is not the kind of virtual reality that makes games real, but makes games become as wonderful and beautiful as reality, but it will never transcend the word game.
829,000 options, 8,000 characters with life trajectories, 10 million words of dialogue, 30,000 magical powers based on real prototypes, 3,000 unique magic weapons, and 300 sects with different styles.
It used to be like painting a cake, but for Zhao Si, he can do it in his spare time.
“Which ending do you sisters-in-law like?”
“There is no equal in the world like Baishi, Xi’er is like a red flower that turns into dust, Rabbit is like two people who are dependent on each other and transcends the world, Yunshu is like a soft rice that is so fragrant.”
Zhao Si was quite surprised when he heard the words "soft rice really fragrant". In his impression, Jianxian was the most aggressive person, so how could he choose the ending of "soft rice really fragrant".
In the design, if the protagonist of this ending does not marry a wife or concubine during his mortal life and remains a boy, and then comes to [Yunzhou-Luoxian Valley] when he is two hundred years old, he can meet a peerless female devil through some plots.
Then, by mistake, the two of them start a branch line by practicing double cultivation.
It is a very classic plot, but Zhao Si never designs a plot from the front to the end. As a peak **** incarnation, his soul is fully capable of supporting him to design an ever-changing plot tree.
The double cultivation of the protagonist and the female devil is not a seal, let alone a chisel to make a powerful monk fall in love with a minion.
The most important thing is that the protagonist behaved very badly during this period.
Can the sword fairy endure it?
“Why do they like these endings?”
“I didn’t ask, but based on my understanding of them, I can probably guess.”
Li Yi took a sip of tea and said slowly:
"Baishi likes that there are no equals in the world, and that he is invincible in the world. Those who have not experienced hardships like this kind of grandeur. Xi'er likes to transform into the mortal world. Everyone thinks that flying generals are aggressive, but she was originally a lady. Rabbit hid when he was young. Once you get used to hiding, you are actually very sensitive to the outside world, and you are only lively when you are around me."
“As for Yun Shu, it’s a bit special. Xiaosi, the protagonist you set is only male.”
Zhao Si explained: "The premise of all my plot design is to be true, and all options must comply with the basic development rules. In interpersonal relationships, gender differences will cause things to develop in two directions. I will consider adding a female protagonist later. "
“When you created the plot tree of the game, you largely referred to Li Changsheng.”
“That’s for sure, when it comes to the story of spiritual practice, I can’t avoid you, Brother Yi.”
"She...is not playing the protagonist, but the female devil."
Li Yi felt a little helpless and quite funny.
He was actually vaguely aware of Yun Shu's thoughts. As early as in the previous life, she was the only one who couldn't defeat Li Changsheng. Otherwise, with Yun Shu's domineering temperament, he would have tied people up the mountain long ago.
And the female devil is similar to her in some aspects. They are both extremely strong and will kill anyone who is unhappy.
The most important thing is the protagonist’s dog-licking option. Once Yun Shu thinks of herself, even she can’t help but giggle.
Zhao Si was also stunned and said: "Sister-in-law is indeed a swordsman."
His game has a certain function of asking questions. If there is no intentional resistance, it will reveal what the person is thinking to a certain extent.
Dong Yunshu's heart is self-evident. She really wants to support Brother Yi and ride on his head.
“How long have you been playing, sister-in-law?”
“It took three months and I had to go back hundreds of times before I could barely pass the level.”
"My fault."
Zhao Si can be sure that his sister-in-law really wants to ride on Brother Yi, and not just in an ordinary way.
Suddenly hearing the noise from the outside world, Zhao Si raised his head and said in surprise: "Is this the fight over?"
"should be."
“What is Yi Geqi going to do? Immortal Palace wins, but it’s not a complete victory. It’s more like the two countries fought before. One of them couldn’t hold on, but it didn’t completely lose its ability to fight.”
Li Yi was calm and relaxed, drinking tea leisurely and without any nervousness at all.
But Zhao Si is different, a little more sad.
The Immortal Palace and the foreign monks were equivalent to two equally powerful countries back then. There are obvious differences between the strengths and weaknesses of the two sides, but they are by no means completely overwhelming.
Wars can be fought, but very difficult to win, especially if they enter a full-scale war.
When a big country’s war capabilities are fully awakened, and when everyone faces life and death, it is not certain who will win in the end.
Now the form of war has been changed. Just like the human sea tactics of the past failed, war now belongs to the powerful. The minimum standard for entering the game is to become a god. No one below can be used as cannon fodder, and mortals cannot interfere.
Zhao Si did not want to see a lose-lose situation.
“Xiao Si, do you know how many people died in the battle for nearly a hundred years?”
Li Yi asked, Zhao Si shook his head and wondered. He had rarely had contact with the outside world in the past thousand years, and the only time he had was with Lu Haochu to reminisce about the past. As for the number of wars and deaths, it is unknown. We only know that many sects perished as a result.
Li Yi didn't know either, but he could tell how many people had died during this period by counting with his fingers and sensing the heaven and earth.
"Thirty-six saint kings, six from the Immortal Palace, and thirty outside monks. Three hundred transformers, 30% from the Immortal Palace, and 70% from the outside world. The remaining monks number one hundred thousand, among whom the largest number of people have been massacred."
Zhao Si suddenly said: "This is too much."
He knew that many people had died, but he did not expect that there were so many. Thirty-six of the Holy Kings died.
This is an existence that can live for at least tens of thousands of years. Any one of them is enough to destroy a planet.
“Life is like a straw, and if there are too many holy kings, they will become a straw.” Li Yi said the cruelty of war calmly and directly.
"This is not a solo fight, but a fight between thousands of powerful monks. You can never guarantee whether you will be attacked by dozens of holy kings at the same time in the next second. The war between monks is like a group of When you are walking in a minefield, you don’t know whether you will step on one in the next second.”
"Fighting is the privilege of the strong, but most people are not. This has nothing to do with realm."
Compared to the iron and fire of modern firearms, the wars between monks were more **** and terrifying. At least the caliber of firearms is known, and there are too many unknown methods among monks.
Everyone is blind in some aspect, whether it’s formations, Buddhism, Taoism, demons, or magic weapons.
The real terror lies in the unknown.
It is common sense for many talents to die, because there are too many strong men of the same level, and even the Holy King will lose his halo.
Just like Wuxiang, when there is only one Wuxiang in the world, he can transcend the world. But once there are nine Wu Xiang alive at the same time, the otherworldly Wu Xiang has no choice but to show off various plans.
Zhao Si was silent for a long time. Under the wings of his elder brother, he had never really participated in the fighting between the monks.
Li Yi asked: "Xiaosi, do you know why I didn't stop them? I can make everyone live in peace with just one word."
“Because you don’t want to take care of it?”
Zhao Si guessed, but the answer he got was shaking his head and smiling, which was obviously not correct.
“There are some things that cannot be said in a few words. You place your hope in my reputation, but I never believe in reputation or the peace that can be established through words alone.”
“If the conflict of interests is not resolved, Immortal Palace always feels that it can suppress everything, but I do not allow them to do so. Outside the territory, they think that they can fight back, at least enough to compete with Immortal Palace.”
Zhao Sidao: "Now that the foreigners have admitted defeat, we can't let them jump over the wall in a hurry, right?"
“The Immortals don’t recognize me yet, they don’t know the pain yet.”
Li Yi drank half a pot of tea. After all the bitterness, the sweetness came. The sweetness and fragrance lingered for a long time, but he never forgot the bitterness in the mouth.
He said: "I don't like bitter tea, but I get used to it as I drink it. I don't like killing people, but I gradually get used to it."
"Xiaosi, if I take action, many people will die, even more than now. I will either say nothing or make the final decision, whether it is the Immortal Palace or the monks from outside the realm."
Zhao Si prefers the Immortal Palace, and Li Yi is no exception, but he has richer experience. Knowing that you are biased, you cannot ignore the objective facts. Immortals are not perfect. They also have selfish motives. Heaven and humans are also human beings.
Excluding the saying that prosperity is like a knife, no one likes to suddenly cut a big cake for outsiders, even if they can't use that much.
In the past, the rich had a lot of money, but they never gave it to the poor.
A battle of interests.
Li Yi can suppress his ambition, but he has to sit on a high position, day after day, year after year, so that everyone can see him in order to suppress his ambition.
Otherwise, it will only be a short-term peace, and conflicts and ambitions will one day break out again.
Zhao Si asked again: "Brother Yi, what are you going to do next?"
“Wait, you won’t know the pain until you get beaten.”
Just like outside the territory, I didn’t know the pain at the beginning, but now I am beaten and crying and I come to cry to myself, how can there be such a good thing in the world?
The sound of prayers came from outside again.
“Ask the immortal to bring justice to us.”
Qiong Yu was suspended outside the gate, only ten steps away from the holy king. Seeing that there was no sound coming from the courtyard, she said: "Fellow Taoist, go back to recover from your injuries. It is not convenient for the immortal today."
Qiong Yu couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
Have even the Holy Kings of this era gotten to this point? Once upon a time, there was no saint king for tens of thousands of years, and he was invincible as soon as he was born.
In my previous life, I lived in the era of the Lord of Tongyou. To me, the other person was like a **** in the sky. I had never seen him, but I had always heard of his reputation.
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The next day, a woman transformed into a phoenix flew from afar, with luxurious makeup, a mysterious robe, and the destiny of the underworld. She was the emperor.
This person is the current Lord of Tongyou in Fengdu and the former No. 1 Yama Luo Lan.
Lan cupped her hands and bent down and said, "Fellow Taoist Qiong Yu, I wish to see the immortal."
The visitor from Fengdu did not need to be notified. He walked straight into the house and handed a booklet to Li Yi.
Lan said respectfully: "Except for one person whose soul was shattered due to a battle, all the saint kings and deities can be reincarnated. Only 30% of the remaining monks meet the requirements for reincarnation."
Li Yi asked: "Can it comply with the rules?"
Lan replied: "Since Yuanhe Tao, life and death do not allow sentient beings to have another chance. The higher the cultivation level, the greater the chance of solving the mystery in the womb. Anyone who joins the Tao can be reincarnated as long as there is a trace of residual soul left. , the probability of success is as high as 80%.”
“Take care of the reincarnation of the people in the Immortal Palace and ensure that they can lose their virginity. If you have any questions, tell me.”
Li Yi said without a doubt.
He doesn't care when the children fight, but he has to take care of them after the fight.
Lan was stunned for a moment, knowing that this was against the will of heaven, but he bowed down without hesitation.
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There are two heavens between heaven and earth, one is the way of heaven, and the other is the immortal in front of you.
Qiong Yu suddenly had an enlightenment.
‘It’s because the senior immortals are too high-level, and it’s also because many people ask for too much, and it’s also because they ask for too much. ’
Not all the holy kings participated in this battle. Feng did not participate, Taoist friend Mu Yu did not, and many holy kings actually stayed out of the matter.
Don't take what you see and hear as everything, for example, the reputation of the immortals as the most holy and virtuous outsiders.
Senior immortals are also biased and very protective of others, but rarely act sideways.
is this okay?
That’s great!
What people hate is not that senior immortals are selfish, but that they are favored and not themselves.
Qiong Yu puffed out her chest slightly, she was the little housekeeper of the Xian family.
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The Chinese Era lasted three thousand and eight hundred years.
The intensity of the war suddenly increased sharply, and the death toll increased sharply.
After the originally collapsed foreign monks regained their composure, they gradually established a strong alliance. After decades of exploration, they gradually competed with the Immortal Palace branch.
The increasing casualties have led to the emergence of anti-war factions in Asgard.
As expected, Qian Dao Zhenjun stood up and openly opposed Xiao Yuntian, and confronted him in many public meetings, so that the heavenly beings who did not want to continue the fight gradually gathered under his command.
At night, the night is dark and windy.
Qian Dao Zhenjun was invited to Xiao Yuntian's residence. Present were Xiao Yuntian and Yan Tianjun, as well as Feixing Zhenren who sent a divine message.
He took his seat, and then the atmosphere became extremely dull, and the four of them said nothing.
Hold a general meeting for small matters, and a small meeting for big matters.
Problems that can be solved at a conference are not problems, and problems that require a few people to hold small talks in private are not big problems.
This situation may determine the future direction of the Immortal Palace and the pattern of heaven and earth.
“It’s almost done, enough people have died.”
Yan Tianjun turned out to be the first anti-war faction to speak out. He had always been in the same pants with Xiao Yuntian before, but now he has his own opinions.
He will obey the general direction of Asgard, but that doesn’t mean he will shut up completely.
Master Feixing said coldly: "Only one-third of the Holy Kings died, and less than one-fourth of the transformed gods died. It's not enough."
“If we continue fighting like this, more than half of our compatriots will be killed or injured.”
“The prosperous times are like knives, and we are also one of them.”
At this time, Xiao Yuntian said: "Even so, we cannot die in vain. The disaster of heaven and earth has not yet happened, even if we all die, there will be another prosperous age thousands of years later."
“Ancestor, persuade me to continue fighting.”
Yan Tianjun and Qiandao Zhenjun were a little surprised, but it was reasonable. Although Xiao Yuntian was warlike, he was not crazy.
There is no need to continue this war, at least Xiao Yuntian has no reason.
Zhenren Feixing looked slightly sideways, and in the blink of an eye he seemed to be the only one left with the main fighting faction.
"If the gap is hit, if only the Immortal Palace is left for those who enter the Tao, we can naturally cut off the path for future generations. The biggest reason for the prosperous age of spiritual practice today is that a hundred flowers are blooming, and there are too many inheritances, and all aspiring people can find a place to belong to. .”
"Those who can become talented are eight parts family background, one part luck, and one part talent. Whether in the world of spiritual practice or in mortal society, many so-called heroes are born. No matter how talented you are, you will be turned upside down. As time goes by, how many of the people who have ruled the roost in troubled times throughout the ages are ordinary people?"
“How many people are there!”
Master Feixing asked sternly, as if a thunderbolt flashed through his cold eyes, once again throwing their souls into the darkness of the sky and the earth, where they could not see the way forward.
Loneliness, heaviness, and an indescribable feeling of suffocation.
What frightened them was not death, but that although they were celestial beings, they were all of ordinary origin in the Immortal Palace at that time.
What makes them cringe is not fear, but if there were no immortals, would they be what they are today?
Throughout the ages, how many people from common people have been able to become heroes?
At this moment, even breathing was stagnant, and the three of them were in almost deathly silence. No one dared to look directly at Master Feixing or into the other's clear and pure eyes.
Outsiders say that the ancestor of the shipping department is a madman, but he has always been the most sober and rational one.
Master Feixing said softly: "Children, in the era I live in, the world has not come to an end. I don't know what will happen in the future. I don't know how powerful the immortals will be. I only know that I was saved by the immortals when I was young. I I only know how to do my best to repay the kindness of immortality."
It doesn’t matter whether what they did was useful or not, nor does it matter when heaven and earth will measure calamity in the future. The important thing is what they did.
“Ancestor, I will support you in fighting, but only in my own name.”
Xiao Yuntian stood up, and the other two slowly stood up without hesitation, even Qian Dao Zhenjun, who was the most opposed to the war.
He is opposed to war, but not to repaying kindness.
If a person does not care about kindness, how is he different from an animal?
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The 3821st year of the Chinese Era, August 23rd, the weather was silent, and the location was the lunar space.
The 300,000 celestial beings in the Immortal Palace gathered together, and the pagoda and immortal boat flew across the sky. In the eyes of everyone's surprise, Feixing Zhenren took the position that should belong to Xiao Yuntian. He, the first generation of the Immortal Palace, stood with firm eyes. before future generations.
“Speak to all heavenly beings.”
"I have witnessed the calamity of heaven and earth flooding the nine continents, and I have experienced the cold of wind and snow for three years and three years. I was abandoned by my parents and cried in the heavy rain. The majestic and merciless rain is still flowing on my body. I have been in the cold I was shivering in the wind, and the biting cold snow is still in my heart."
“It was the immortal who saved me, so I am standing here at this moment.”
“I don’t know when the calamity will come, and I don’t know if killing will be effective. Maybe it won’t come even if we all die of old age.”
"But the war must continue until the last drop of our blood is shed. This is not a war for peace, this is not a war for profit, this is not a war against people who are not immortals."
The sound spread through the Tao Dharma across thousands of miles of starry sky and fell into the ears of all heavenly beings.
"Children, you must remember that we have no way of knowing whether the prosperous age of the Immortal Palace will still appear in the world after hundreds of millions of years? Will there be a second Immortal after the Immortal? We only know that at this moment, standing here It’s a gift from an immortal.”
Master Feixing inhaled slightly, swallowing the desolation of heaven and earth into his belly, and turned his blood into a roar.
“This is a human race’s struggle against the way of heaven, against all things without form, and against heaven and earth!”
"We can die here today, but we must not let the rain of that year rain on future generations, even if this time limit is ten thousand years later."
Inspiring!
Under the dark starry sky, the auras of three hundred thousand celestial beings suddenly burst out, like three hundred thousand suns! Their auras are intertwined, just like countless generations of people in the Immortal Palace in the past life are forging ahead amid calamities, and their beliefs that have been passed down for thousands of years have already penetrated into their souls.
The pagoda fairy boat, like a giant beast in the starry sky, slowly started to move.
The saints and sects outside the territory have long been prepared, and they will be greeted by endless formations.
Hundreds of millions of magical powers are activated simultaneously, like ten thousand suns exploding one after another, releasing violent mana in every inch of space.
A figure suddenly appeared on the battlefield, standing aside and overlooking the world.
Li Yi looked at them as if the past had reappeared. The only difference was that he was no longer bound by heaven and earth.
We couldn't stop them from doing stupid things back then, so we should make up for it today.
“I am already a perfect person.”
He raised his hand, and a spring breeze seemed to blow in the universe, and all the Taoism and Dharma wherever he passed fell silent.
(End of this chapter)