"Huhh!"
Lingyu Mountain is filled with snow and snowstorms.
The cold wind poured into the mouth and nose, and the cold slapped on the eyelids and cheeks. Every time I touched it, it was a trembling that penetrated into my bone marrow.
Hua Changdeng could hardly hear the noise of the world. In the dull and unsightly eyes, the lonely figure in Baiyi Shengxue opposite was reflected.
One person and one sword make the sun and the moon blew.
"The immortal in the ordinary..."
The eight masters know how beautiful jade is like!
As if it is still, it hides wisdom and is always standing between heaven and earth. It is a magical creation.
If Qingju returns to the body, then the Tao follows nature and is round and integrated.
What He presented throughout his body was the perfect fusion of yin and yang, and the perfection of ignorance and leakage.
It is Wuji, and it is also Taiji.
However, it is as motionless as a mountain, as thunder as trembling, and the concept of "ancestoral god" is by no means just a statement.
When Qingju calls us and lifts it in your hand, Tai Chi produces two qualities, and Yin and Yang are divided into clear distinction.
Even if the great catastrophe of the ancestor god's destruction is summoned, he can return to perfection and break the shattered calamity.
"It would be fine if you return to zero in one step and transcend the great catastrophe of the Ancestral God's Destruction Dharma."
"Where is His Hedao Period?"
Even though the Bazunyi demonstrated it several times, Hua Changdeng seemed to understand it, but she still couldn't get around this bend from the inertia of thinking.
Why are there people who can return to zero in one step without passing through tribulation or in line with the Tao?
Hua Changdeng's insight is not inferior to the Tenth Ancestors. If it is not like this, it will not be able to embark on the road of two-in-one. Even after failure, it can fall back and rise again, and reopen its mysterious glory with the way of swords.
If later generations carefully reviewed the achievements of His, they should have exceeded the achievements of at least half the price of sword, dragon, war, and heaven.
Yes! Compared with the long and long life of the ancestor god, Hua Changlantern is less than a little bit.
But in the short and hurrying decades, He has achieved the ultimate, the ultimate of an era!
He perfectly interpreted his own talents, perfectly used the resources of the Holy Emperor of Yunshan, perfectly mediated between medicine, ghosts, and swordsmanship, and embarked on a new path of his own.
He used the time apart—even when he was imprisoned on the screen, he was diligent in every moment, deducing how to take every step after the ancestor god.
Hua Changdeng is a genius.
He believes that the five realms will also recognize this.
He is a genius among geniuses, otherwise he would not have been the first ancestor god in the spiritual refining era!
But the eight masters know...
Hua Changdeng was stunned and looked sideways, silently looking into the east.
When Qingju returned from the Dongshan Burial Sword Tomb, when he hunted the ghosts and shattered the eight swords, the so-called "genius" became a joke!
In front of one step, the efforts of the God of Death were refining the power of the god of death, the annexation of the god's yin, the two-in-one ghost ancestor, the sword ghost opened the mystery, all became clown tricks!
"Tap, tap, tap..."
In the dead world of self, crisp footsteps sounded again, as if someone had walked over.
Hua Changdeng's eyes were blurred.
He looked over and saw no more of the five realms.
Instead, I saw myself, half leaning under the broken willow, scattered and self-consistent.
One person, one sword.
An ancient table and a broken lamp.
It’s not about being self-pitying, but about hiding arrogance, disdain, and pretentiousness.
"Tap!Tap!Tap!"
But the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and they became more and more harsh.
Step by step, step on your own heart of Tao, splashing out the waves one after another.
Looking at the long lamp under the broken willows, the ancient well at that time was not wafting, and the heart lake tsunami in the present moment.
His pupils trembled violently.
He knew very well when this was, who was coming, and what was his goal.
Eighth Palace!
The sage slave sits first and lifts his face!
The Eighth Sword Immortal, come back to the world!
And the one who walked up with the crisp footsteps, shaking his head and muttering something was Daoqiongcang, who held Tianji Si Nan and told him about this.
"Shut up!"
"Shut up!"
Hua Changdeng suddenly rose, and the sword ghost stabbed away, poking several holes into Daoqiong, and smashing the figure to pieces.
He took a breath, as if he had stopped something, but...
Bang!
Tianji Sinan fell to the ground, and the shadow of the star spoon was reflected by the candlelight of the screen and the ground, and the length stopped.
The long chanting sound of Taoist sky is like the Qingju coming from the east, which is straightened to the heart of the people, and it still sings loudly in the depths of the soul:
"A sword comes from the east, and I am drunk and leaning against the yellow spring to walk through the blue sky."
"How can I win the devotion of my sincere devotion if I don't become a guest in the world?"
Click!
The screen and the ground are broken like a mirror and a moon.
After a lifetime of hard work, I failed. I could not match the Tao or swallow the sword. Instead, I was like a pious pilgrim who bowed, bowed twice, and bowed three times, and respectfully invited the gods and Buddhas in my eyes.
The gods and Buddhas have not moved.
Hua Changdeng saw his hidden arrogance, disdain and pretentiousness, and was stepped on by someone and rubbed into a scum.
...
"Huhh!"
Heavy snow and white hair.
The whistling wind slapped Lingyu and Shi Li people from all over Fusang to wake up.
"hiss."
Gou Wuyue was like a drowning person, and was able to surface and choked on a long-lost air containing sour water vapor.
He came alive.
His chest was fluctuating violently.
"road……"
He looked at the eight lords in the sky in a daze.
In a blink of an eye, the eight masters disappeared and merged with heaven and earth!
In front of him, Hua Changdeng was named a god and ancestor, but was unattainable, but he was suddenly reached the bottom of the dust and could no longer see Him.
How can the light of fireflies compete with the bright moon?
But……
“How did it do it?”
"How can you do it overnight?"
Gou Wuyue clearly witnessed the process of the Eight Masters seeking truth. He also knew this guy's personality and never hid his own personalities.
I will show you how much you can see and how much you can learn. The rest depends on your own fortune.
"The destiny of the gods is called the ancestors, the destiny of the ancestors is true and false, distinguish between me, two in one, one return to zero..."
There are things that I have seen and those mentioned by Daoqiongcang. Gou Wuyue is very clear about how to go ahead.
But he could understand the path that the Tenth Ancestors walked and the path that Hua Changdeng walked. Even if they were extraordinary, they would not make people feel powerless.
Everyone has a scale in their heart.
What He can do, I can do it, maybe even better!
Therefore, when I saw Hua Changdeng becoming a god and becoming an ancestor, Gou Wuyue felt emotion, but never despaired.
But……
Eight masters know?
What are you doing?
"Sword me, sword me, Qingju is up to me, I am up to Qingju?"
"Compared with the destiny of the ancestor god, Qingju has more body, spirit and mind, and can be said to be another "me". The sword he raised by himself is of course better... Not bad, this is a better idea, but it should be inferior to the destiny of the ancestor god in terms of strength?"
"No! The 'Three Thousand Troubles' cut off by Hua Changdeng, the 'unchanging shackles' that the Eight Masters took off, are even more important... The Eight Masters are following a new path, completely distinguishing me!"
"Then in a deeper sense, I will cut off all the unchanging things, and the rest will be all 'variables'. Isn't this the ancestor of the Seiyin Swallowing Technique, who wants to exhaust all the changes. In the end, failure?"
"Not right! The Eight Masters did not fail. Not only did he see through the Demon Ancestor and the path of the Yin Yin, but the Qingju in the end, the sword rises, is the top priority of breaking the deadlock!"
"The Eight Lords An are dead! When Qingju returned to his man, he had only a ray of purity. He could rely on the less and more, and in an instant, rely on the change of me?"
"It's still wrong! How can you complete it in an instant by distinguishing your true self? That is, on the other hand, Qingju is a thread of the eight masters of all changes, and every change that the eight masters can accept, so..."
"On the contrary, the eight unchanging masters who have changed all the time, and the eight unchanging masters who have been transformed all the time, but he also found the relatively still "unchanging master" in the perfect balance of yin and yang, so that he can be clear and conscious and resist the transformation of the great way?"
hiss?!
Gou Wuyue took a breath.
In a moment, he almost burned his brain and could not confirm whether his speculation was correct.
"The Sixth-grade Elephant Dragon..."
Yes, that feeling is back.
And it is different from the tenth grade of the Elephant Dragon and the sixth grade of the Elephant Dragon, which instantly realizes the sword thought.
This time the Eight Lords An is even higher!
It was obvious that I could still understand it until the previous step, but suddenly... I didn't blink, didn't lose my mind, and I couldn't keep up again!
The eight masters of the generals asked the Tao all placed in front of the monks in the five realms without any concealment.
Looking up, I am afraid that no one in the world can keep up with his pace. Hua Changdeng and the three ancestors from abroad are all like this?
"Hahaha..."
After being stunned and lost his mind, Gou Wuyue became happy instead, and his heart was filled with bitterness.
Ten thrones, Seven Sword Immortals, and two great monuments in the spiritual world, he took them all off.
Apart from him, who else dares to call him a well-deserved dual-produced genius in this era?
But……
People still have to compare with others!
Three breaths innate, three-year sword immortal, everyone laughed it off because many people could do it, but it was not so mysterious.
The tenth grade of the Elephant Dragon and the sixth grade of the Elephant Dragon, half of the ten thrones couldn't laugh out loud, but there was still someone who could win. After all, Kuai Leihan was the creator of the first generation of spiritual thoughts.
But the above few are as simple as eating and drinking water, so that's fine. Why do you realize the truth? Others will not be able to understand the truth for the rest of their lives?
You can also return to zero in one step, just like breaking through the innate sword intent?
Gou Wuyue turned around and didn't know what she was thinking. Finally, she rubbed her eyes and looked back at the void, looking at the calm figure.
He is in the high heaven.
I am like an ant.
Are I really stupid?
How should I explain the broken heart of Hua Changdeng?
The three ancestors from abroad originally wanted to seize the eight masters of Taoism, but now the eight masters of Taoism have all escaped and cannot show up. Why?
"Oh."
Gou Wuyue let out a deep breath, trying hard to calm her resentment, but she didn't know how to cool herself.
"One of my sword will kill the gods and Buddhas in your heart..."
"One of my sword will kill you..."
Can't be cut off!
This big Buddha was completely standing in my heart!
A word "Qingju".
The sentence "There is no better than Sang Yu in the evening. When you return, you will only start a sword." Without any buffering, you can kill the battle directly.
How can genius and monsters be compared?
This talent is exhausted throughout your life and makes people chase after you, and it is hard to beat!
But……
Are you really only talented?
Gou Wuyue looked at the figure standing upright in the void, and what she saw was the weak figure hunched over when she first met in the Eighth Palace thirty years later.
He can't combine the then and today's him together.
Is this really one person?
But after a brief trance, I realized that I had achieved the eight masters. In addition to talent, what else can I do:
The third ancestors from abroad were inappropriate at that time, thousands of people in white clothes passed by, and the black clouds were overwhelming the city?
People who practice Taoism do not seek self-require but lament the remnants of the Holy Ancestor. Is this not a servant?
Gou Wuyue smiled because he suddenly realized that the eight masters were familiar with each other at that time, not only at that time, but also referring to the general trend:
"The black clouds bully the Tiansang, and the river flows westward."
"The Taoist sect is not there, and the power is bowed to the servants."
So!
Before it returns to zero, all the things that are discouraged, weak, and unbearable, are they really birds with broken wings?
His hunched body is really a saint slave who is lower than the Holy Spirit Hall and weaker than the five Holy Emperor families. It is caused by the heavy pressure from the ancestors such as the magic potion?
The answer was written earlier.
As early as the Holy Slave of Tiansang Ling Palace brought Xu Xiaoshou out.
Before the eight masters of the White Cave declared war in public.
His "I" has never been confused from beginning to end, and has always been clear and firm.
"The bird is not responsible for the broken wings, and the sword is not in its mortal body..."
Gou Wuyue looked at the eight hunched backs in the eight palaces at that time, and straightened her waist little by little under her eyes.
Until he straightened his waist and met the sky, and met the Eighth Patriarchs of the moment, and merged with the Yin and Yang, and merged into one.
"Bow and be in fear? I say the sky is too low!"
...
"Sword-raising..."
There are thousands of practitioners with thousands of eight masters in their eyes.
Under Fusang City, Xiao Kongtong had a smile on his face, and he was lying on the ground with a big mouth, as if he had been hollowed out, and he was only looking at the teacher with a fascination.
beautiful!
So beautiful!
Unparalleled beauty!
When Qingju and Eight Lords combine into one and become their backbone, Xiao Kongtong can see it.
"Sword-raising skills, the teacher taught me how to raise skills."
"It's exactly the same way as Yunyang Kongtong Wuxiangjian!"
"In other words, I just haven't realized the convergence of yin and yang, and as early as the beginning, recorded in the "Sword Viewing" that the teacher's Tao had already taken shape..."
Xiao Kongtong can understand anything and accept anything.
In his world, the three words "Eight Zun An" originally mean "everything can be done".
It was too normal for him to startle the Third Patriarch.
He destroyed the ancestors easily.
He is an immortal who should have lived in the heavenly realm. He came from the west, picked a sword from the east, and traveled around in life. All living beings do not know their intentions and cannot think about them.
Hualong lamp?
Hua Changdeng was supposed to lie down thirty years ago.
Dao Xuanji changed his fate once for him, but he could not escape the ending of the cold wind blowing and the candle was extinguished.
All of this had been omens. Before Teacher Bazun was familiar with the layout of the Void Island, Yu Yunlun was fishing:
"I came from the west and went east."
"Watch the stream of hair during the day and play a bed with ghosts at night."
"The mayfly holds my will, and the cool breeze extinguishes the candle wax."
"Drunk and drink water from the world, awaken the immortal Chacha."
...
Outside the Four Symbols Secret Realm.
The sky of Tao falls on the Crescent Peak and stands in the wind.
A desire, a very impulsive desire, could not help but rise in his heart.
Everyone saw the glory of the Eight Lords An, and saw the "yang" side of His enlightenment.
However, few people can see the Eighth Patriarch’s dilemma, his “yin”, the “yin” that cannot be taken!
"Wuwei..."
Looking at this path, the eight masters came from what they have practiced.
In fact, it is not difficult to see what path this guy is practicing, the so-called unchanging, all changes, the past, present, and future are not very important.
"Or failure, the smoke disappears."
"Or achievement, transcend and ascend to the sky."
In the eyes of Daoqiong, the Eight Masters knew that there were only two endings of "either this or that".
But the statements are different. There are two endings, and actually one name is "exit".
Variations, indeed, were born!
The Holy Spirit Continent cannot withstand this guy who is so fierce that he is nowhere to be left. He is like a fish in water above the heavenly realm.
Here, there will be constraints everywhere.
"One sword, one domain?"
Daoqiongcang roughly estimated that the strength of the Zero Ancestor God was likely to be two or three swords, and the Holy Spirit Continent would be gone.
Hua Zu?
He never took Hua Changdeng seriously.
However, the eight masters knew one sword, and after two swords, the "I" he clearly understood, His Word...
"A such a perfect Tao, even I want to take over, demons, medicines, and evil spirits, will I not be moved?"
"Ba Zun An, wouldn't you beware of it?"
"Then I..."
Daoqiongcang endured it, but he still held back his impulse.
Once greed was eliminated, he was happy to continue to stand aside, hoping who would be the first to extend his greedy hand to the Eight Zhan An.
When he glanced at the secret realm of the Four Elephants, he smiled, shook his head and could chant. He had collected so many of the eight masters.
"The wild cranes are wandering in the air, and I forget to be ashamed of being a saint and being called emperor~"
"Let me borrow the three-foot swords of you, and watch me kill all the worries in the world~"
After a while, Daoqiongcang took the two jade walnuts in his hand, pinched his chin, and looked joking:
Chapter completed!