The Last Big Shot in the Heavenly Court

"I just want to create a three realms where living beings and heaven and earth can live in harmony." That faint voice sounded, touching everyone's heart. His voice contained no violence, no hatred, gentle and indifferent. Even though nothing happened, the immortals and Buddhas present seemed to see a pair of emotionless eyes in front of them, staring at everyone present. The Jade Emperor stood in front of everyone, and with the four emperors and five elders, they faced the way of heaven outside the Nantian Gate. This is exactly what it is: The emperor guards the gate of the country, and the king dies in the country! "Where is Dong Gong?" Tiandao's invisible eyes swept across everyone present, and he spoke quietly, unhurriedly. "Where is that Dong Gong who I once placed high hopes on, hoping that he could restrain the imperial power and become a sharp sword over the head of the emperor's head, but gave up on this because of ridiculous personal affairs?" The Great Heavenly Lord said solemnly: "This has nothing to do with you, Dong Gong naturally has what he should do, and now, it is our battle." He took a step forward, "If you can change your mind today and disperse your spiritual consciousness, I will give you a way to live for the sake of Father God Kaitian and protecting the three realms for thousands of years. Otherwise..." The co-master of the three realms had a smile on his face. He held the long sword in his hand and his eyes were blazing. The grace of that moment shocked the immortals and Buddhas present. They, they, they, they all took a step forward and caught the words of the Great Heavenly Lord. "Until death!" "Oh? All living beings in the three realms unite to resist the evil-doing Heaven? What an excellent story in a picture book." His voice is still so calm, but mixed with a hint of softness. This is from the standpoint of Heaven, feeling sincere regret for the dying creatures. "But you seem to have misunderstood something." A ray of light suddenly appeared outside the sky that even the immortals and Buddhas present could not react to. The faint light went straight into the body of a general beside the Great Heavenly Lord. He is... Yang Jian, the great emperor of Sichuan and Shu who protects the country with the wonderful way of Qingyuan and Chongning. A red light flashed in Yang Jian's eyes, and he was successfully snatched away by Tiandao without any struggle. He raised the three-pointed two-edged gun in his hand and pointed it at the Great Heavenly Lord. "I don't argue with you because I care about Father God's face, not because I am afraid of you." He rose into the sky, his immortal energy billowing, and the former God of War merged with the way of heaven. "I can't bear to scrape my bones, and it's hard to calm down Shen Ke. Today, I will cure the chronic disease of the three realms." The Great Heavenly Lord smiled in relief, as if he had let go of something, and seemed to have decided on something. "Then, on behalf of the Three Realms, I ask Heaven to teach me!" As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed towards Yang Jian with his sword, taking the lead! Let the fight begin! The sword technique of the Great Heavenly Lord is very simple. This co-master of the three realms who is almost as old as the heaven and the earth, his sword returns to its original nature, and every move is only aimed at killing with one blow. But Yang Jian did not fall behind. With the help of Heavenly Dao, his already perfect tactics became even more terrifying. The two weapons connected, erupting into a wave that destroyed the world. The heavenly soldiers and generals all retreated three feet, but the monks from the three realms did not retreat even half an inch. They rushed forward with their weapons. When life and death are at stake, there is no morality at all! The hall was in chaos, with the immortals, Buddhas and demons from the three realms fighting crazily. At this moment, their wills were activated and they were fearless. This time is a real battle to the death. Countless novices have fallen, countless heavenly soldiers have died, and the whole world has fallen into the apocalypse. Yang Jian was able to do it with ease, but the Great Heavenly Lord was at the end of his strength in just a few minutes and could not sustain the battle. His clothes have become dripping with blood, and he is no longer as graceful as before. A smile appeared on Yang Jian's face: "As expected of the Great Heavenly Lord, if the Heavenly Lord can go on the right path, he will surely benefit the three realms for thousands of years." The Great Heavenly Lord shook his head. He knew that he had nothing to say to Heavenly Dao. This was a dispute of ideas. He has been cultivating so far and has gone through countless kalpas and no longer knows how many primordial societies. However, the way of heaven resides outside the sky and his eyes are watching the world for a longer time than him. Under such a large time span, their ideas have long been established and cannot be shaken by a few words. Therefore, the only solution for now is to fight! The Great Heavenly Lord wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the flawless Yang Jian, and bowed. "I know how powerful the way of heaven is!" He stepped back without any pressure in his heart. "Now, please come and test whether we have the qualifications to protect all living beings." Tiandao accepted the gift from the Great Heavenly Lord calmly. He looked at the people in his eyes and watched them cautiously retreat into the Tianmen. He watched the Great Heavenly Lord walk step by step to the Lingxiao Hall, sit on his throne, and watched the Immortal Buddha return to his throne and stand at the place where they went to court. In the eyes of Yang Jian, who was possessed by Heaven, the Great Heavenly Lord closed his eyes, and a ripple started from his throne and spread out to all sides. This is another reason why they retreated to the Lingxiao Palace. This is a formation, a formation where the gods can enjoy blessings and the enemies will be weakened. Immortal energy circulates in the Great Heavenly Lord, "Listen to my will: fight!" The war breaks out again, and countless heavenly soldiers and generals who are already ready to move rush out from all directions and jointly attack the figure holding a three-pointed two-edged gun. A smile appeared on Yang Jian's face. He held a gun with one hand and waved it casually, and a group of heavenly soldiers were knocked away. He exudes an aura that looks down on the world and is invincible. The three-pointed and two-edged spear was swung like a tiger with wings. One spear pierced the sky, pierced the body-protecting immortal steel on the heavenly generals, and pierced into their chests. Then with a shake of the gun body, a golden immortal general was wiped out in ashes. The army of Heavenly Court was defeated by Yang Jian. Both the Heavenly soldiers and the Heavenly generals seemed to have lost their ability to resist. His combat power was too strong! This is the first time in the history of Heaven that such a situation has been encountered. Even hundreds of years ago, Sun Wukong, who was known to cause havoc in Heaven and had hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals, did not have such a record. In the blink of an eye, the front of Lingxiao Palace was already covered with armored weapons and ruins. "Alas..." A strong man over three meters tall walked out. He exuded a faint Buddha light, and the Buddha light complemented the seventeen people behind him. The strong men are Buddhist Arhats - subduing the dragon. The formation they step on is called the Eighteen Arhat Formation. "The young monk has come to learn from me." Yang Jian had no expression on his face. He shook the gun, shook out a gun flower, and walked into the formation with the gun. "I think we can speed up." On the throne, the Great Heavenly Lord did not seem to see the dead heavenly soldiers and generals, nor did he hear Yang Jian's words. He was immersed in his own world. Yang Jian didn't say anything when he saw this, but the aura on his body became stronger and stronger. With every step he took, a deep ravine appeared on the ground under his feet. After taking the first step, the originally perfect and self-contained formation went into chaos, and blood overflowed from the corner of the mouth of the Eighteen Arhats. Taking the second step, cracks appeared at the joints of the formation, and the same wounds burst out on the Eighteen Arhats. Taking the third step, Yang Jian raised his gun and stabbed Jianglong straight into the chest. Seventeen other figures were lying in a mess in front of the stone pillar. Jianglong looked down at the big hole in his chest, bowed his head and performed a Buddhist salute, with a bitter smile on his lips. After casually killing the Eighteen Arhats, Yang Jian walked inside. A Bodhisattva with a five-bundled bun on his head and a sword in his hand came towards him. Next to him was a good-looking young man holding a sword. "Are Manjusri and Ananda also in a hurry to die?" Yang Jian said in a gentle tone. He swung his gun at Manjusri. Wenshu was shocked and subconsciously raised his sword to block his chest. Yang Jian continued to walk forward. Behind him, Manjushri Bodhisattva was holding a long sword full of cracks. There was a deep scar on his chest. His face was full of unwillingness, and his hair was covered with blood mist.       ，，， Yang Jian continued to go inward, and no one survived where he passed. The barefoot immortal held his chest and his feet were broken. The forehead of the Antarctic Immortal was broken. There are still tiny electric arcs left on the corpses of the Leibu gods, which were blown to pieces by thunder. The faces of the four heavenly kings are extremely majestic, but their death conditions are very miserable. Several old dragon kings of the dragon clan have lost their heads, and their scales are all broken. … The corpse of the spiritual official filled a corner of the hall. The weapons of the heavenly generals were scattered all over the hall. Yang Jian walked to the middle of the hall, he looked up at the Great Heavenly Lord who still had his eyes closed, "Now may I ask again, where is Dong Gong?" The Great Heavenly Lord opened his eyes, and he said warmly: "I want to escape." In the main hall, one of the few people still standing came out. He looked at the Great Heavenly Lord with a smile, "I will die for you." This is the Antarctic Immortal Emperor, the Nine Heavens Yingyuan Thunder Universal Transformation Heavenly Lord. He knew that he was no match for Yang Jian, but he still had no hesitation. He threw himself in front of the throne, and before his death, he was still desperately protecting the Great Heavenly Lord on the throne. Yang Jian shot him, his forehead was cracked, his eyes were bulging, and most of his immortal body was broken! With the second shot, the Great Heavenly Lord's immortal body also collapsed, with only a little bit of his true spirit still remaining. At this moment, the Great Heavenly Lord activated the formation that he had been preparing for a long time, wrapped a bit of his true spirit and rushed out of the Lingxiao Palace and towards the Western Spiritual Mountain. There, a monkey wearing golden armor raised its head. The Great Heavenly Lord's voice rang in Yang Jian's ears, "Dong Gong, he will come when he should come." Hehe... He closed his eyes.

"Let's drink and sing!" Zhou Zheng laughed loudly. He was lying on the rooftop blowing the cold night wind, holding a thin can in his hand. The jar contained beer that he had never touched since he became an immortal. He opened the ring, raised his head, and smiled wantonly. The sparkling wine spurted out from the mouth of the jar, splashing on his face and neck. Under the shroud of alcohol, the world in front of Zhou Zheng's eyes rippled. At this time, this big world, which is also ranked among the three thousand worlds, actually felt illusory in his eyes. Zhou Zheng knew that he was drunk, and he also knew that he was drunk because he wanted to be drunk. He let his mind go, letting the beautiful and unpleasant scenes reflect on his retinas under the refraction of light, letting important and unimportant information shuttle between his neurons, and then letting them be swallowed up by time. Zhou Zheng didn't think about anything, he just wanted to get drunk. Sing and have fun, and drink to soothe your sorrows. At some point, a fairy in a white dress stood quietly beside him. Zhou Zheng raised his head and met that gentle smile. "Tomorrow we are going to the universe, far away from home, why don't we take another look at this world?" "Isn't Teacher Bing Ning going too?" Bing Ning shook her head, "I am Yaochi Immortal. I am not from this world. If I have to talk about a hometown, Yaochi is the place where I grew up. Now that the heaven has been destroyed, Blue Star is just a journey in my life. It is not much different from other big worlds." She squatted down, reached out and grabbed the can from Zhou Zheng's hand, and looked at Zhou Zheng, "But you are different." Zhou Zheng rolled up from the ground. He grabbed the railing and looked at the world outside the rooftop and the lights of thousands of houses in the city. "Teacher Bing, I should be me, but I always feel that I am not me." His right index finger and middle finger unconsciously clasped the iron railing, making a "ping ping pong" sound on it. The drunkenness had not faded, and Zhou Zheng's eyes were still hazy. Bing Ning squatted next to him, looking at the stars in the distance with him, and listened to him telling stories about his past. Kid Zhou Zheng, what kind of person do you want to be in the future? Those were the days when he first arrived at the orphanage. The fat dean was amiable and always had a smile on her face. In her gentle voice, she asked little Zhou Zheng about his vision for the future. The little figure raised his head, raised his little fist, and made a wish in a childish voice: "I will be a hero in the future!" [What kind of person will Xiao Zheng be in the future? At the corner of the street, Zhou Zheng squatted with his friends from the orphanage. The thin but fierce, self-prepared and powerful Sister Yaner looked at Zhou Zheng with pity. She applied the medicine she had stolen to Zhou Zheng from nowhere, and touched Zhou Zheng's wound with her skinny fingertips. She couldn't help but ask Zhou Zheng. Zhou Zheng lowered his head, gritted his teeth and stood up, walking towards the underground boxing ring, "I may not be a hero anymore, but I will still work hard. I want to protect Sister Yaner, protect Xiaoli, and protect the dean." [Zhou Zheng, tell your uncle, what kind of person do you want to be in the future? At the gate of the school, the chubby Uncle Fu held Zhou Zheng's hand. The young man looked at the parents and children walking around, saw the teachers in the school chatting with the security guards, and looked at the kind people around him who smiled innocently and helped him to go to school. He let out a sigh of relief. Zhou Zheng put on his schoolbag, closed his eyes, and whispered softly with a smile on his face, "Uncle, from now on, I just want to live in peace and stability. I want to be kind to others, work hard, and strive to be an excellent person. Then I will use my life's struggle to provide a relatively relaxed environment for my future children, and just enjoy my old age." [What kind of person should your husband be in the future? It was after he had conceived his life, convinced himself, and hid the knife in his flesh that everything changed. The dragon girl who repaid her kindness brought him into another world. In her small rental house where she had always lived alone, the dragon princess from the East China Sea smiled and smiled. With love in her eyes and a smile on her face, she cooked delicious meals for herself and asked questions that others had asked her a long time ago. She turned around and did not wait for Zhou Zheng to answer. Her beautiful almond eyes were full of determination. She said: "My husband is a great hero, a hero who saves lives and heals the wounded. I will definitely save more and more poor people and do more kind things in the future." [What kind of person is the emperor planning to be in this life? That was when he entered the spiritual practice, after he knew that he might have been a big shot in his previous life, and after countless legendary gods, Buddhas and demons came to his home one after another, the Bodhisattva who rescued people from suffering stepped on the lotus platform. She fell from the sky, and the lotus platform under her feet emitted soft light. There was an inexplicable smile on Guanyin's face in the light. She looked at Zhou Zheng. Her eyes seemed to be able to see through Zhou Zheng's past. She asked Zhou Zheng. She asked: "Emperor, in this life, will you still be like Chunyangzi, picking flowers and drinking longevity wine, with swords and halberds all over Jiugai?" [Emperor, I asked me to ask you on his behalf, have you already thought about what kind of person you want to be? That was when he experienced a dream in his life, and after he passed the first level set by Laojun, two little children ran up to him laughing and joking. The two fire-slapping children who acted as comedians in TV series seemed to always be so heartless. They asked themselves in an innocent tone. They asked: "This time, the emperor will definitely wield his sword for thousands of miles as he did when the heaven was founded. He will definitely be able to mediate the heaven and earth and reverse the world. He will definitely kill evil spirits and eradicate evil spirits. He will definitely be able to reorganize the three realms, right?"                                                                              Zhou Zheng's eyes were filled with confusion. He touched his chest, feeling the strong heartbeat one after another, and asked himself: "Zhou Zheng, do you still remember that you once said that you wanted to be a hero?" He asked himself again: "When you were young, did you want to be a hero because of ignorance or a dream? "You want to be a hero now, is it because of yourself or others? "Are you really willing to be a hero, not just a martial artist? "Do you really understand what kind of person you want to be? " It's raining. Zhou Zheng stared blankly at the world in the rain. He could feel that Bing Ning beside him had cast a water-avoiding spell on himself. The raindrops fell softly around the invisible cover and formed a stream on the ground. People say he is Donghua, people say he is the hope of heaven, people say he should be the savior, so he is carried along the path prescribed by people. Even his name is salvation, salvation. However, he is obviously just an ordinary person, if he goes to save the world. Who will save him? The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. Zhou Zheng picked up the phone and swiped to answer the call. Jiang Li, a friend from the orphanage and a support partner in the underground boxing ring. "Why, cough, why did you call me suddenly? " Zhou Zheng cleared his throat and was a little hoarse when he spoke. "It's nothing, I just missed you, Brother Zhou... How have you been recently? " … "Stop talking nonsense, I'm still busy, so I'll hang up before I'm serious. " "Okay brother, you and Sister Yan'er should also be good. " "Well, live a good life. " "Brother, come on. " Beet. A brief busy tone came from Zhou Zheng's headset. He forgot to put down his arms and stood there quietly. He suddenly smiled. He turned his head and looked at Bing Ning, his eyes gradually brightening. "Teacher, I figured it out. "       ，，，，       ，       ，      Zhou Zheng wants to know what kind of person he wants to be. - He can't be a hero, he can only be a knight who is happy with his grudges and never forgets his original intention, but does good deeds without asking about his future. He smiled and winked at Bing Ning, "Let's go, come with me and save the world. " The two of them turned into clouds and left, with Zhou Zheng's hearty laughter still lingering on the rooftop. "I'll take a boat and travel around the rivers and lakes! " {"TopicId":"790532439700275200","TopicName":"Doujin Jianghu Zone"}

Heaven, Lingxiao Palace. As the immortal energy spread, the Great Heavenly Lord sat in the high hall, and the immortals in the audience fell silent under the intimidation of Tian Tiao. The Great Heavenly Lord wore a crown, looked at the immortals in the hall, and decreed: "Yunhua violated the laws of heaven, and I ordered her to be sunbaked to death." At this time, a young immortal walked out from the immortals in the audience, with a faint vertical line closing on his forehead. "Great Heavenly Lord, why are you doing this? My mother's crime is not worthy of death." Great Heavenly Lord smiled coldly, "Yang Jian, Yunhua must die today." "Confront me. If you are not qualified yet, go back to Jiangkou and practice for another five hundred years." Yang Jian walked to the gate of Lingxiao Palace. He turned back and took a deep look at the Great Heavenly Lord sitting in the high hall, as if to remember his appearance firmly. Guanjiang Estuary. The sound of the flowing river surrounded Yang Jian's ears. He sat under a willow tree by the river for today's practice. Yang Jian slowly let out a breath of turbid air from his chest and ended today's practice. Things that happened a hundred years ago have been weighing on his mind like a dark cloud. It suddenly became dark in front of Yang Jian. He looked up and saw a monkey with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks in front of him. The monkey suddenly uttered human words and said: "Zhenjun Erlang, my king wants to rebel against Lingshan someday. He asked me to ask you: 'Has the fire in your heart been extinguished? Back then, Lingxiao Palace Have you forgotten what happened? ', The gods have been suffering from the law of heaven for a long time." "If you agree to crush Lingxiao, then go to the Huaguo Mountain to find my king. We have the advantage here." Yang Jian chuckled and replied to the monkey: "How could I forget that I have been wanting to crush Ling Xiao and kill the Great Heavenly Lord all the time for a hundred years." "Go back and send a message to your king. When the moon is full, we will step on Lingxiao and Broken Spirit Mountain. The decayed rule of heaven will eventually be shattered." In the darkness, there are several figures plotting. "Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun has also been persuaded, so the shattering of the rule of heaven is a foregone conclusion." One of the black figures said. "They agreed that when the moon is full, they will crush the sky." This is an old voice. "After they finish fighting, it's time for us to come out and receive the results of our victory." A young man said excitedly. "Don't get too carried away, everything has not come to an end yet, so let's disperse first." The old man sitting in the main seat sighed and shook his head. In front of Lingxiao Palace. In the air of immortality, Yang Jian was dressed in golden armor, holding a three-pointed two-edged halberd, and standing at his feet was a heavenly dog. "Tianzun, I am here to take your dog's life to sacrifice my mother Yunhua's spirit in the sky." The figure of the Great Tianzun appeared in front of the Lingxiao Palace, he sneered, and bounded away to Yang Jian with a series of heavenly strips. Tian Tiao turned into golden words, in which the power of incense and wish was condensed, but there was a faint black air coming out. "Tianzun, do you still think I am the Yang Jian from before? I am now Erlang Xiansheng True Monarch." The gap in Yang Jian's forehead suddenly opened, and an eye full of divinity looked at the Great Tianzun. He broke free from the shackles of Tian Tiao, roared, raised the halberd in his hand and struck towards Lingxiao Palace. The figure of the Great Heavenly Lord turned into ashes under the halberd, and the heaven was shattered. "The rules of heaven should be abolished and free for all living beings." A golden flame ignited in the ruins of heaven, seeming to burn out this decadent era. "Mother, I avenged you."

Explain the next little question. I don't know if it's for the sake of blackmail or something, but a few readers said they plagiarized another novel. (To avoid offending the author, I won't mention the title of the book, and please don't discuss it to avoid having a negative impact on the author.) I personally hate plagiarism, so I went to read this book and decided to make this meaningless clarification. Actually, it can be explained clearly in one sentence - except that the material is a reference to the myth of the snail girl, is there anything else that is the same? Then let's talk about the early creation process of the book Heavenly Court. The main story of this book was conceived before the senior brother finished the book. At that time, the submission was rejected by the editorial department because a suitable entry point was not found. After the end of Immortality and recovery from my back injury, my desire to create has never been greater. I planned to write about Yu Guang at the time, but I was afraid that Qidian would not let me write it, so I decided to play it safe - I would write the beginning of the new book on Xianxia first, and then start serializing Yu Guang. I started writing in early February and soon published the first manuscript. In early March, my grandma became seriously ill and I rushed back to my hometown. I asked for leave during the Yu Guang series. As readers of Yu Guang know, I stayed with my grandma for half a month. During the tasting, I took out two stories. One was that Zhou Zheng (called Zhou Mo at that time) had the spirit of a general behind him, and he could see an illusion. Because the pace was too slow, I kept revising it, and then extended it to this version of three dishes and one soup with small fish repaying the favor. Readers who participated in the new book tasting at that time can attest. The book I was accused of plagiarizing was released on February 28th; My story was formed on February 11th. I will put a few screenshots below, which is the end of this topic The modification date is the date when the document was last modified. Yes, before publishing the book, I had thrown away more than 100,000 words of manuscript. How could an author who didn't even publish Robust 2 and tried hard to avoid repeating himself do such a thing as plagiarism?

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As of Chapter 83 (2022.06.10) Return to the shelves, updated The font seems a bit small, if you can't see it clearly, save it to your mobile phone to read Overview Character-Futian League Character-Blue Star Dragon Palace&Blue Star Monster Tribe&Cut Tianjiao Character - Monk from the Twelve Cities of the East China Sea Character - Buddhism - Mount Luojia Character - Other Setting Magical power Organizational force Zhou Zheng's practice record

The silence of the Dragon Palace locks the autumn

Zhou Zheng doesn't know what he was like in his last life. But there is a high probability that Uncle Fu is Zhu Bajie, the messenger of the altar. First, he has a wide network of people, and has deep connections with Heaven, Lingshan, and the Monster Clan. Second, he has good fortune, which is also one of the meanings of Zhu Bajie. Bring good luck. The three greedy eaters said they would stew Xiao Yue and Xiao Yue was immediately frightened, indicating that Uncle Fu could indeed do or have done such a thing. Fourth, in this book, Wukong and Yang Jian must have some kind of relationship, and they both did similar things. And Zhou Zheng is considered Uncle Fu's nephew, so he is at least Zhou Zheng's same generation in his previous life.

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