The vendetta and decisive battle just now all stopped in an instant.

The hearts of dozens of masters pounded violently, and an inexplicable chill surged.

Because the dignified Ghost King Rong Mie and the famous devil in the cultivation world, he fled in a hurry after only three breaths into the Ming Mansion, seriously injured and died.

God! Rong Mie is a powerful man at the top of the shattered void!

How many of them are his opponents in the cultivation world!

Except for the recognized five elders of the five directions, and the East Corpse, the West Monk, the South Monk, the North General, the Sword King, may not be his opponent.

And he only insisted on three breaths...

To be precise, it was instantly released.

It's clear! He's really a god!

Looking at the weak and coma of the Ghost King Rongmi, many masters already felt inexplicable fear in their hearts.

In this era when the gods disappeared, a god actually emerged in Zhongshan Kingdom!

When was the last time the god was born? It seemed that he was the king of the Western Demon Kingdom. He had to withstand the 81 thunder tribulation in the sky and became the Lord of the Gods in Tianzhu Mountain, shocking the world.

From then on, the Western Demon Kingdom became a forbidden land for human race, and the powerful people in the Fragment of Void did not dare to go.

But then... it was three hundred years ago after all, the king of the country has abdicated and has become the so-called Western Demon Heavenly Mother.

Who can believe that three hundred years later, Ming Ding became a god at a young age.

And just as everyone was hesitating and fearing, a sigh came from the depths of the Ming Mansion.

This sigh is so vicissitudes.

It seems that I have seen through the world, tired of the world, and have a sense of compassion that has penetrated all the ways.

Everyone's breathing was almost stagnant.

They saw the light.

White, pure light.

It was emitted from the Ming Mansion and shot in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a young man slowly flew out of Mingfu.

He was wearing white clothes, black hair was like a waterfall, holding a white fan in his hand, and his whole body emitted white light, faintly emerging from the dust, floating like a fairy.

His eyes were very melancholy and his face was very pale, as if he was disappointed with the situation here.

There was a silence in the sky and the earth, and countless cultivators and people were also looking up at this white-clothed god.

Ming Ding stood with his hands behind his back, his body tensed very tightly.

He looked down, his heart pounding.

Damn... It's so high, I'm a little afraid of heights...

Will the flying talisman given by the second brother suddenly fail? If it fails, it will be over.

There is also this glowing talisman, don’t extinguish it, otherwise it will be exposed.

He forced himself to calm down and looked at the powerful people around him. Each of them was still terrible.

The palms in Mingding's sleeves are covered with sweat.

His face was calm and he finally spoke: "I will know that the pines and cypresses will wither after the cold."

"You guys, who can tell me what this sentence means?"

The sound was very clear and faint, but it was inexplicably spread throughout the world.

Mingding couldn't help but sigh that the speakers given by the second brother are really useful.

But the strong men around were really unsure, and no one spoke for a while.

Ming Ding smiled indifferently and said, "King of Chujiang Sword, it is said that you were the top scorer in the scientific examination of Chujiang Kingdom, both civil and military, so why don't you tell me."

Qi Wuchuan's figure shook, his pupils tightened, and then he sneered: "Literally, it should be... It was the coldest time of the year that I realized that the pine and cypress would not wither."

Speaking of this, he paused and said, "This is praising the perseverance of the pine and cypress."

Mingding sighed and slowly shook his head.

He said softly: "Pines and cypresses are like humans. After experiencing the bone-broken cold and hardship, he finally sticks to his original intention."

"You are all powerful people in the realm of heaven and the realm of shattering and emptiness. They have been enlightened for many years and should have had a deep understanding of the Tao. Why are they even worse than pine and cypress?"

"I'm afraid, I've plunged into the killing, but I forgot the truth of the great way itself."

Everyone looked at each other and frowned.

Ming Ding said in a deep voice: "Qi Wuchuan, you are born in a humble background and suffer from poverty and are determined to study to change your destiny. You have worked hard for decades and have been the top scholar in high school, but you are still bullied by the powerful, resulting in the tragic death of your wife and children, and your parents die of illness. Finally, you decided to abandon your literature and follow the martial arts, right?"

Qi Wuchuan's face changed, and his hands holding the sword began to tremble.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Do I need you to remind me?"

Ming Ding smiled and said, "You built a hut next to the Chujiang Waterfall, facing the Chujiang Waterfall, practiced swordsmanship for 60 years. Once you were born, you killed hundreds of people, shocked the world, and finally became a generation of Chujiang Sword King."

"Now you have a transcendent status, rich and prosperous life, but do you still remember the boy who wanted to change his destiny, stay up late to read books, and even suffer from eye disease?"

Qi Wuchuan's eyes were red and he shouted: "Stop talking! Don't mention these things!"

Mingding said coldly: "Do you still remember that you once had a wife and a son? How did they die? They were killed by the powerful people of Chujiang Kingdom!"

"You built a hut next to the waterfall, practicing swordsmanship day and night, for what?"

"For today? You are finally no longer that young man, no longer that energetic young man, but you have become the most annoying powerful man!"

"Do you still remember who you are? Are you the King of Chujiang Sword or Qi Wuchuan?"

"I will know that the pines and cypresses will wither after the cold. This sentence is for you."

"Pines and cypresses have experienced endless hardships, but they will never wither and never forget their original intentions."

"And you, too, have experienced hardships, but have withered, but have forgotten your heart of Tao."

"So, even if you are at the peak of the Fragment Void for many years, you have never seen the threshold of the gods."

Qi Wuchuan opened his mouth and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Mingding's words hurt the most vulnerable point in his soul and made his mood suddenly lose.

When everyone around saw this scene, their fear became deeper.

They found that Ming Ding was not simple, and they broke Qi Wuchuan's heart of Tao in just a few words.

That's the King of Chujiang Sword!

At this time, Ming Ding looked at Old Suu Shan and smiled and said, "Did you fish today?"

Old Mr. Shan sneered: "This trick is useless to me."

Ming Ding said again: "Did you catch the fish you feared the most more than 70 years ago?"

Old Mr. Shan suddenly stepped back, his face full of horror.

Mingding sighed and said, "More than seventy years ago, you were only in your teens and followed your father to make a living."

"But one day, a big fish dragged your father down the river and drowned."

"You vow to catch this fish and chop it up to take revenge."

"You fish every day, and you have learned your own martial arts for decades."

"You have become the envoy of Ji Wu Kingdom, below one person and above ten thousand people."

"But it seems that you forgot the fish that killed your father, and you have changed too."

Old Mr. Shan was sweating heavily, holding the fishing rod tightly, and his whole body was trembling.

Ming Ding looked at Yu Mingzi again and said with a smile: "Yu Mingzi, do you have any regrets in your heart?"

"You love Li Liuyun so deeply and wish you could die for her, but because of the so-called Tao, you finally gave up on the world."

"But have you ever thought that there is a way in the deep mountains and a way in the world, and the two never conflict!"

Yu Mingzi's face suddenly turned pale, and she couldn't help looking towards the palace.

He opened his mouth and murmured, "Liuyun...Liuyun... But Taoist Master Xiaoyaozi said that clouds are flowing and cannot be grasped..."

He's purely nonsense...

Feng Wuxiang couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Ming Ding said, "You are wrong. Although the clouds are flowing, they always move with the wind. Why can't you be the wind?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Mingzi squirted out a mouthful of blood, her body was shaking and she could hardly stand firm.

Everyone around was shocked.

God, it's so scary!

Before Mingding finished speaking, he looked at Cixin and said softly: "You are an eminent monk. Can you gain something after ten years of going to the Western Tang Dynasty?"
To be continued...