Chapter 292: Unify the human world, the Emperor’s Banner appears!
Seven days later.

In the north of the world, there is the Shangqing Mountain Range, which stretches for millions of miles, in front of the Yuyang Mountain.

The ancient chariot flew across the sky, its light shining brighter than the sun and the moon.

A Taoist priest in feathered robe, exuding Taoist charm, stood on the top of Yuyang Mountain with a jade box in his hands.

"Your Majesty, the Shangqing Sect is willing to surrender. This is the remnant of the previous dynasty and has been killed."

Click!

The jade box opened, revealing a young boy's head with pupils emitting a dim golden glow.

"The previous leader was a traitor to the sect and has been expelled from Shangqing Sect. I hope Your Majesty will understand this."

"The sect's Taoist disciple Chen Xian and many of his disciples also went to the human world to save the dying and the wounded and tried their best to quell the war."

"I hope Your Majesty can forgive the Daozun inheritance."

The Taoist priest in feathered robes held the jade box and bowed down.

With every word spoken, his body would bend downward a little.

"Finished?"

A few miles away, Liang Hui withdrew his gaze from the ghost energy in his palm and lowered his eyes to the Taoist's body, which was as high as the sky and as indifferent as a god:

"Then, die!"

Just four words.

The heaven and earth turned, and infinite power burst out, turning into a wind of destruction.

Wherever it passed, rocks collapsed and trees turned to ashes.

The Taoist priest in feathered robes didn't even have time to change his expression before he was gone with the wind!

Along with Yuyang Mountain, it disappeared into thin air.

“Qingcang!!!”

In the Shangqing Mountains, a young Taoist came from the sky, carrying with him a million miles of mountains, rolling over: "Brother is willing to surrender, the sect is willing to surrender, and you still want to kill us all? Then we will fight to the death!"

Boom!

The sound of chanting scriptures reverberated from the mountains, echoing throughout the sky and the earth. Countless Taoists sat cross-legged on the mountains and rivers, and rays of light mixed with rocks rose into the sky.

In an instant, a hazy Taoist figure stood on the ground, with the starry sky above his head. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the chariot.

Amidst the divine light, Liang Hui's expression remained indifferent as he stared at the palm that encompassed the heaven and earth.

He stretched out his hand and grasped the cyan-gold flagpole.

"Until death?"

With a light pressure on the long banner, the donkey pulling the cart exploded instantly, and its flesh, bones, and soul all turned into the green banner.

In an instant, the green flag rose up against the wind, occupying the sky, like a pillar spanning the sky. With just a push, it shattered the shadow, and countless streams of light mixed with blood scattered from the sky.

Liang Hui raised the green banner and looked down at the blood-red mountains. His eyes were like the starry sky and the vast ocean:

"You are not worthy enough, even if Dao Zun comes, it won't work!"

A few whispers.

Above the earth and among the mountains, blood rose and the remaining souls wailed, turning into two-colored seas and moving towards Qing Fan.

The patterns on the banner became more mysterious and brilliant, with a hint of blood.

As the wind blows, it fills the sky with blue light.

He withdrew his gaze from the earth and looked at the increasingly mysterious green flag.

He saw a vast ocean of blood and residual souls, as well as endless faith, the sacred and the evil, wailing and prayers, intertwined and fused with each other.

"It looks like this great opportunity is for you."

The green flag trembled, and the flag covered the young man's arms, rubbing gently, with closeness and longing.

Young man, an idea came to mind.

The green flag has returned to its original state.

Liang Hui stood up, stepped forward, held the railing with one hand, looked at the ruined land and a few faint traces of life.

"Let's go, cow."

Taurus did not hesitate, he just stepped forward, pulled the chariot, and disappeared into the sky.

Three more days passed.

With the surrender of the Golden Maple Temple, all forces in the human world were merged into the Divine Dynasty. The world that had been torn apart for four years was unified again in just one month.

All living beings were shocked, whether they were ordinary people or ascetics, they all felt a sense of unreality.

A month is too short, whether for mortals or for ascetics.

But the world has undergone tremendous changes, everything has been torn down and rebuilt.

The capital of the Divine Dynasty, formerly known as Wuzhai City, is now called Shendu.

The original small town had long been demolished and rebuilt.

Groups of palaces stretch for thousands of miles, with towering gates reaching straight into the sea of ​​clouds. They are as high as the sun and the moon, and as big as the mountains and rivers.

Divine light flows on it, as if it were real, covering every tiny area.

This is the imperial capital of the Divine Dynasty, built with all the essence of the world. Although it only took half a month to build, it is enough to astonish the world.

In a side hall, a meeting was being held.

The host is Jiang Ce, Prime Minister of the Divine Dynasty.

A large man dressed in silver court robes stood in the center of the palace, glancing at the heads of many major clans and lords of ancient families.

These people could crush him to ashes with just a thought, but at this moment they all looked respectful and listened to his story.

Because these peerless powerful men all have another identity: ministers of the Divine Dynasty and officials under the Prime Minister.

"Brother Chengdi, thank you for rejecting the position of Prime Minister."

Such gratitude appeared in Jiang Ce's mind countless times.

Every time, when he realized how he got the position of Prime Minister, he couldn't help but express his gratitude again.

"Everyone, the Divine Dynasty has just been established and will unify the country."

"Law: Those who oppress the people shall be enslaved, and those who kill shall pay with their lives. There shall be no exceptions, no special treatment."

"Law: Your Majesty is called the Human Emperor, and his banner is the Human Emperor Banner. Tell all the people of the world to worship him together."

One after another, laws that seemed extremely harsh to the ascetics were promulgated in the Divine Dynasty and spread throughout the world.

All living beings bowed in joy, and the power of faith like the sea continued to flow into the temple.

In the main hall of the Divine Capital.

Liang Hui sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at the green banner, or the Human Emperor Banner, which was submerged in faith, with a smile on his face.

He is just a drop of blood from the original body and possesses the third level of strength of the original body, which is already the limit.

If you want to further improve your strength, you can only rely on external forces, except waiting for a breakthrough in your body.

And owning a treasure of a higher level is undoubtedly the best choice, just like the Liuguang Bell.

The Human Emperor Banner gathers the most precious resources in this world and is created by combining the advantages of casting in three worlds.

Killing all the way, swallowing up endless blood, residual souls, and faith, and constantly evolving.

Now it has been designated as a precious weapon of the Divine Dynasty, occupying a part of the luck and fortune of the human world, and is on the verge of breaking through the limit.

There are many magical instruments, Taoist instruments, and treasures that cannot be broken through in one’s lifetime.

But for Liang Hui, it is not difficult.

He reached into his arms, then out again, and a glass of green water was brought out.

Looking at the Human Emperor Banner floating in the faith, his mouth curled up and he slowly fell down.

One drop!
Two drops!

Ten drops!

Liang Hui drank half a cup of spiritual energy.

At this moment, the green light of the Human Emperor Banner suddenly surged, the banner shook slightly, and the vast power of faith like the ocean was swallowed up.

Then, the Human Emperor Banner leaped lightly and began to become illusory, as if it had jumped into another dimension.

At this time, Liang Hui also focused his thoughts on the green flag.

In his perception, the green flag went against the spiritual energy network, continuously moving forward and going deeper, crossing one spiritual energy node after another.

Straight into a vast void, in which were placed six high platforms, countless information, spiritual lights, and wisdom gathered here, dividing into six streams and flowing towards the platforms.

Five of the platforms have been occupied.

Liang Hui moved his mind and controlled the Human Emperor Banner and climbed onto the vacant platform.

(End of this chapter)