This kind of power is the power of the human world.

This is not the first time Ning Que has sensed its existence. On the wasteland, the Master reached out to summon the ancient sword from the southern Jiange thousands of miles away to kill the golden dragon and kill the god general. He used this kind of power, in the houses on the other side of Yanming Lake,

He also felt this kind of power.

His puzzledness lies in how this power can be used for himself.

He once asked Master for advice on this question. Master said that I am the world, and my power is the power of the world - this answer is very simple and has no meaning to him.

He looked at the bright moon in the night sky, thought of the teacher, the green pine tree by the cliff, the uncle of the junior teacher, the blood-filled front floor of the Lanke Temple, and the Liansheng.

He remembered the last conversation with his teacher on the bank of Sishui - it turned out that Liansheng was the right one.

The uncle of the junior teacher is proud and free. He wants to act like a strong man, which means that the human world wants to penetrate the sky, while the Master believes that he is the human world, and he wants to lead the human world to challenge Haotian.

However, the world is the residence of man, and the power of man comes from everyone who lives in it. This power cannot be represented or led. Everyone must be together to truly exert this power.

The Master was actually on the right path to establishing the Tang Dynasty and establishing the academy, but what the Master still wanted was to lead everyone to do this through education and guidance.

Because of obsession, the realm that Liansheng reached was still a distance away from the Master and the Master, but because of obsession, he thought about things more extreme.

In the night rain, looking at his wife's lonely grave, he wanted to dig the grave, but finally gave up and drifted away. From that moment on, Liansheng was already crazy.

After that, whether it was self-destruction of the Demon Sect or blood-killing Ke, he was going crazy.

He wants to destroy this world, and in his opinion, survival and death have no meaning, including himself.

He has been pursuing the sky with demons and follow the sky with the way, and finally reaching the other shore with Buddhism, jumping out of the three realms, and not among sentient beings, thus erasing the supreme and ruthless way of heaven in the old world in the new world,

Retrieve some things he wants to find through time.

In other words, he wanted to break the most fundamental rules of this world, and he wanted to destroy Haotian, and the method he chose was to make the whole world go crazy and even destroy with him.

This method is bloody and cruel, but it is correct.

If Haotian knew that there was such a person who had once been so crazy that he had come up with such a crazy idea just because he wanted to resurrect his wife in the tomb, he might have trembled, right?

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Ning Que took Sangsang to wander around the world when he was a child, and there was no question of being too patient, so when Sangsang could do something, he kept teaching her a word.

"Do your own things."

Then human things should be done, and everyone should do them together.

Ning Que opened his eyes and found himself standing on the long street of wind and snow.

He didn't know if he had woken up or was still in a dream.

He looked at the injured people on the street who gritted his teeth and refused to scream, the corpses of ordinary people, and the two seriously injured but stubborn and ruthless boys, and understood a lot of things.

Chang'an City is not a city, it is a human being, it is everyone living in the city.

The power of the world comes from everyone living here.

There are several people, dozens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, and tens of millions.

Everyone's will and desires are a kind of power.

The desire of millions of people is the power of the world.

This power is infinitely powerful, which can change the appearance of heaven and earth and fight the passage of time.

This kind of power is a surging wave of blood when the lotus is born.

This kind of power is the trace left by the sword in the uncle's place.

This kind of power is the desire to break the sky at the Master.

But that's not the whole of this power.

Liansheng cannot get the recognition of this power, or he does not have the opportunity to mobilize this power.

I have gone thousands of people with my uncle, and I am unparalleled in heroism, so I am lonely.

The Master is worthy of being a teacher for generations, but he forgot that ink scrolls always require students to write them themselves.

Master Yan Se spent his whole life searching for that word.

That word represents the power of the world.

But as the viewer once said, that word is too heavy.

How can the wishes of millions of people not be heavy?

And how can the wishes of millions of people be the same?

So no one can write that word.

Even the Master can't write it.

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At this time, Ning Que finally clearly saw the word.

He saw many people on Zhuque Street.

Thousands of ordinary people came together for the same purpose.

They built a new city wall with flesh and blood.

The whole nation is really in the city at this time.

The tens of millions of people here have the same wishes and desires as they wish.

This is part of the world.

For Chang'an City, this is the most desperate and angry moment.

But it was the best time to write that word.

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The question Ning Que needs to think about now is, how should he write that word? Seeing that word does not mean that he can write that word. Just like when he first entered an old bookstore, he looked at the precious classics full of bookshelf, and looked at the obvious ones.

I have never even remembered the words I have ever written countless times.

He remembered the March time on the sea rafting and the teacher's conversations.

The Master said that Haotian is not the world itself, but the most fundamental set of rules in this world.

The Master said that when rules control the world, the world is stable and boring. Only when new forces appear and old rules can the world be revitalized and interesting.

The Master said that humans are the greatest product of this world, because humans are wise and can be passed on, and humans have the instinctive intention to confront or even break the fundamental rules of this world.

That kind of willingness is so stubborn and powerful that it can be called desire.

Therefore, the human world and Haotian will inevitably go against each other until the winner is decided.

In the past history of this world, Haotian has won countless victories, and the world has ushered in countless long dark nights. Those inherited wisdom has withered in the cold eternal night.

But the world will always recover again and challenge again.

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It's day now, and the sky is naturally white.

The snowflakes falling from the sky are also white.

The Vermilion Bird Street in the Storm is white.

The blood accumulated on the street gradually became black.

Tang people lying in pools of blood were all wearing dark clothes.

The bricks, iron pots, and chamber pots scattered on the street are all dirty and black.

Since Haotian chose white, he chose black.

In Ning Que's eyes, this world has become black and white.

Light and darkness, holiness and pickling.

The black and white world has become a minimalist picture in his eyes.

It became two absolutely parallel straight lines, looking away coldly, and never willing to approach.

The two lines are shortened and they have a length.

This is a very familiar pattern to Ning Que, and it is the first divine talisman he learned: two characters.

Immediately afterwards, one of the straight lines suddenly deflected and pierced into the other line.

This is the second magic talisman he realized last night on the lakeside: Yi character.

When two straight lines touch each other, the two worlds are connected but cannot blend together, and a violent conflict begins.
To be continued...