"Hua Changdeng, as agreed, you belong to me."
On the verge of collapse in the spiritual world, Beihuai's voice suddenly came, like a demon's whisper, and the echoes overlapped.
This is the last straw that broke the camel's back!
No……
Hua Changdeng's pupils lost focus and looked at him in panic.
The drizzle in my ears became louder, and the world became bizarre, and I immediately went to the tragic emperor realm of the muddy road.
"Welcome, welcome~"
"The Holy Emperor of Yunshan is here, everyone comes out and welcomes you~"
The flowers, plants and trees on the roadside made surprises like young children, showing the faces of Beihuai.
From left to right!
From top to bottom!
In just a moment, the human face filled the entire field of view of Hua Changdeng, and overwhelming pressure came.
With a bang, the whole world broke into chaos again.
The realm of the Emperor is no longer there. I looked up at the void, and only the towering ancestral tree, Dashihuai, is left.
Under the old locust tree, a figure in white clothes stood.
The canopy tree's canopy branches and leaves are intertwined, outlining an old face, lifelike.
"Hua! Long! Light!"
The loud shout exploded from all directions.
The big world locust has not moved, and the white clothes under the locust have not moved either.
One by one, a series of sounds pierced into my mind, intermittently, and inspiring thousands of memories:
"You have no chance..."
"If you succeed in this trip to the Holy Spirit Continent and join forces with the Tao to seal the ancestors, you can stand shoulder to shoulder with us."
"Yaobei is not an enemy. We can calculate the matter between us later. The most urgent task is to deal with the Demon Ancestor and the Yin of the Seigo."
ah!
Hua Changdeng has a split headache.
The world in front of him exploded into pieces again. After seeing that he was granted the Holy Emperor, he took a lantern and hunted ghosts, and killed himself to the realm of the Worry Emperor.
But even though the picture disappeared, the sounds did not leave, but were closer:
"Yes, you have no choice..."
"The Demon Ancestor and the Yin of the Sword are all in one, and they have a great plan. They are unable to compete with Yaobei or Guihua alone."
"But they are not in full state, they can be divided and attacked. Of course, all this is based on your success in the Tao."
Dong!
One finger, tap the center of the eyebrows.
The muddy mountain road shaking instantly, the copper lamp fell to its feet, and the candle wax flowed into the sword marks of the rocks behind the battle.
"If you fail, you will belong to me."
No……
The dusty memory seems to be awakened.
Hua Changdeng struggled to resist the advancement of the finger, but he was like a ghost ancestor pressing the bed, and his limbs could not move at all.
Even the head that was trying hard to tilt back could not resist the point of pushing in from the index finger.
Scream! Scream!
The fingers as sharp as sword poked open the flesh, the pestle penetrated the skull, and it penetrated into the brain.
"Well……"
“Ahhhh…”
Hua Changdeng roared repeatedly and stood up hard.
He finally found his strength from all kinds of magic, and squeezed out the last strand of self before the heart of Tao collapsed.
“It’s not over yet!”
"I said, it's not over yet!"
...
Long!
The black column of light rose into the sky.
Not only did Lingyu Mountain shake, but all the practitioners who witnessed the eight masters becoming enlightened and immersed in their perceptions were awakened.
"This is……"
The black chicken stepped on Yu Zhiwen's head, standing high and looking far.
Hua Changdeng has a backhand?
No, this power looks more like...
"life?"
The Eight Lords An were a little surprised.
Life represents the Medicine Ancestor. With such a strong power of life, Hua Changdeng has been hit?
Beihuai just entered the Holy Spirit Continent, but was hit by Kui Leihan and was knocked out of the five realms. It was impossible that he had contacted it at that time.
That's, before this?
"Being accomplices for the tiger is not like your style." Although the black light power is magnificent, the eight masters have not retreated even after a step.
But at this moment, Hua Long Lantern is still in a state where you can hear half a sentence from outsiders?
The eight masters have returned to zero in one step, which has broken down people's mentality.
I never have the chance to swallow the sword again, and I can’t learn from it. This means that all the opportunities to reverse the world have disappeared.
Falling to the bottom!
Being beaten from two-in-one state.
The hope of life after the sword is mysterious and is cut off.
Hua Changlan is as desolate as a dog. The only remaining mind at this moment is the obsession with winning that has not yet been eliminated, and the strong desire to survive in desperate situations:
"Eight Lords An, it's not over yet!"
"So what if you go back to zero in one step? If you are so furious, you really have no gaps... Can you take action again?"
With a loud bang, the three swords of the sword ghost were pulled out of the rootless ghost creature and fell around him.
Hua Changdeng pinched the seal and the power of life that surged out of his body was injected into the three swords around him.
Long...
Rumble...
The three swords of the sword ghosts swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the sword Zhoubang debuted and shattered again.
Toss toss!
Three black lights, along with the black pillar of life that was raging in the long lamp, also soared into the sky.
Hunting ghosts in your palm.
Hua Changdeng raised his sword and shot out, his eyes splashing wildly.
"eight……"
But His mouth is only a little bit...
Four black life light pillars around His body have just been twisted, and have not yet been printed into the human body, the sword body...
"despair."
Eight masters took one step forward.
This step was like stepping on the lake of hearts of the people in the five realms, and the sound of broken waves was crisp and melodious.
The whole world is like a pause button being pressed.
The snow is still in the middle of the day, and it just can cover half of the world. The wind stops in my ears, and the whistling noises disappear...
"You still don't understand."
The snow is blocking your eyes and you don’t know the mountains are high.
But the calm voice really came from a place higher than the sky:
"How can inaction be 'inaction'?"
...
In the starry sky, the image of the coffin under the tower suddenly trembled and instantly disappeared.
In the Emperor's Realm, the canopy tree crown in the great world shook, and countless locust branches shot out from all directions, wrapping the whole world and sealing itself.
Yuegong Li in the secret realm of the Four Symbols, holding a person of the Holy Emperor in his hand, his face showed a complex look, looking at the void without saying a word.
On the Crescent Mountain outside the secret realm, Daoqiong burst into tears, and his whole person turned into a pile of bones and hid and escaped.
"No action, no struggle, no robbery, no paranoidness, no madness... Just ask the original heart, too much is not too much, and follow the trend, this is enough."
"How can I achieve this now? I give you the illusion that you cannot draw a sword and do nothing, so how can you achieve 'everything'?"
The Eight Masters An didn't seem to be drawing a sword, but more like interpreting their own ways for someone.
He stretched out his hand again and held the East.
This time, it was not just about Qingju.
In the direction of the Eastern Region Burial Sword Tomb, the gust of gusts of gusts were also added.
"name!"
At this moment, it is not only Xu Xiaoshou who understands the name.
Those who practice Taoism in the five realms can also see from the rich to substantial rays of rays that are sufficient to determine one's own name.
That is the power accumulated over the years of the Burial Sword Tomb?
Can the Eight Masters borrow it with one hand?
But why is this person who is promoted?
With his current strength, if he really "does nothing but does everything", does he still need external help?
In an instant, too many thoughts flashed through the minds of the monks of the Five Realms, but there was no time for them to think about the answer.
Eight masters held Qingju and gently whirled under their feet.
"Wow!"
The wind and snow in Lingyu Mountain are surging, and it seems to be lifted.
Everyone saw that Hua Zu had torn it out with a sword, but only tore a shadow around the eight monks.
"above!"
“On it!”
Somewhere there was a scream, and the monks from the five realms raised their eyes and saw above...
"What's this?!"
Not a magic sword technique.
It was not the Eight Zun An who appeared above.
But the long lamp appeared outside the starry sky!
He was clearly on the top of Lingyu Mountain, and outside the starry sky, the spirit refiners in the five realms could not see it at all, but this time, everyone could see it:
Eight masters took one step forward and approached him.
The long lamp is divided into four parts, body, spirit, mind, and I, respectively, and I have been trapped into the fourth level of heaven above the starry sky, like the heavenly realm.
"Breaking my body and soul..."
"Eight masters know that this is going to fight back, for eyes for eyes, for teeth for teeth?"
The long lamps in the four levels of the world reveal four completely different essential forms.
His body was completely out of human form, his muscles were split wildly, and he had grown into a granulation ball.
His soul is boiling and twisting, and there is a fire of nameless karma burning everywhere, burning into chaos in the self-state.
His consciousness was even more chaotic, incomplete, not even smoke or clouds, and it faded rapidly over time.
His me...
Hua Zu, has long lost "me"!
Seeing this, the five realms were shocked and even Gou Wuyue's pupils shook.
This is the first time that someone has dissected the essential form of life so vividly that I can see the body, spirit and mind clearly and clearly.
In the eyes of the world, Hua Zu once again exploded with impoverished strength, and it was clearly unstoppable. Apart from pressure, there was no second possibility of breaking the move.
But in the eyes of Bazunan, this guy who was dissected into four layers was full of flaws!
"Is this, the perspective of genius?"
"This is the ability of the Ancestor God to Zero, and to see everything point directly to the essential form?"
The great disaster of the ancestor god's destruction of the Dharma was condensed outside the starry sky.
Eight Zun An broke sword Qingju in his hand, slashed forward gently, cutting through Hua Changdeng's neck that was flying towards him.
"Heaven abandoned it."
...
"laugh!"
Blood flows like a turbulent one.
The fourth level of the overseas heaven will be returned together.
The vision that had just appeared disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The body, spirit and mind of the ancestor Hua, has never been separated from beginning to end, nor has he really gone outside the starry sky, but is still in Lingyu Mountain.
But the situation has reversed.
Hua Changdeng, carrying the four pillars of life light, was unable to even use his sword moves.
Broken sword Qingju, one sword seals the throat.
"Um!"
Hua Changdeng covered her neck, her eyes protruded, and she stumbled across Bazun An.
The latter didn't even look at him sideways.
The ray of famous rays under his feet shot out, relying on the mountains and seas of the Holy Spirit Continent.
The eight masters knew as if they were as sheathed, and the green residence was in the palm of their palm and slowly returned to their bodies.
“Return to zero.”
He said nothing.
Everyone in the five domains read out the zeroing again because the thunder tribulation disappeared.
But……
What is the essence of the inner body?
The Eight Masters looked at the Fusang City, not looking at the Moon Palace slave, but looking at the black chicken that was looking forward to it.
Just as Xu Xiaoshou returned in the Forgetful Worship Building in ancient and modern times, he told me "me" in detail.
He also had no reservations about his own perception.
The same goes for how much he can tell, it depends on luck:
"The Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things. You often say that you should understand it yourself, which is inaction - not inaction, but in accordance with natural evolution."
"Borrowing the power of yin and yang, I entered the 'one' in an instant, and the sword came out and returned, and then let the two qualities balance, merged with Tai Chi, and then retreated to Wu Ji, and placed it in a state of no beginning or end."
"This process of 'borrowing' seems to be artificial, seem to be fighting and robbing, destroying 'inaction', but it is not."
The black chicken nodded.
Black chicken is trying to digest.
It is also understanding this thing.
If the "inaction" is destroyed, the eight masters will be disordered and disappear, which means death.
But He is not dead.
It shows that His perfect state was not destroyed by his sword.
So, what is the principle of this "process" of His sword and exerting force?
"Of course the way I practice is not only inaction, but also in the Demon Ancestor, the unchanging and changeable self of the world, I found out what they did not find."
"The process of 'borrowing' is to adapt to the change of me and to any state under the transformation of the great Tao. You can understand it this way. At that time, I... or, the Tao is in the form of the 'Eight Masters', and the alternation of yin and yang is carried out, and the power is at the critical point."
"Is Yin and Yang always balanced? No, at dusk, dawn, etc., yin is strong and yang is weak, and yang is strong and yin is weak, all of which are natural, and can be understood as 'one master'."
After a pause, the eight masters said again:
"From their perspective, what we see should be just 'borrow'."
"I didn't know it very well just now, but now after a sword, I can tell you exactly that the word "borrow" is not accurate."
"The eight masters of Taoism are familiar with each other, avoiding yang and yin, but 'Qingju', under the will of 'I', the two yin rotation of yin with yang and yang decline. This process is not called 'borrow'..."
What is that called?
The black chicken felt that it was only one word short of breaking the principles of how He took action.
The eight masters know how to pronounce words like beads, and they are fixed on their way:
"easy!"
...
Boom!
The Holy Spirit Continent suddenly started a violent earthquake, with a tsunami collapsed and a tsunami.
The ghost and Buddha realm are the north, and the rest of the earth are the south.
The world seemed to be slashed by a huge and invisible Yi sword, and it was actually separated from north to south, and was about to fall apart.
"What's going on?"
"Eight masters An Zhen can't take action. After one sword, Hua Zu did not die. Is the Holy Spirit Continent going to explode?"
But before anyone could start panic.
Previously, the famous light that had shot out from the eight monks An's feet stood by the mountains and seas and forced the split land back to its original state.
Dongshan, side of sisal.
Wen Ting Shengnian looked down at this terrifying scene, his eyes fell on Ba Zun An, and he sighed with no power.
The name he drew was to help Bazunan pass through the Hedao period.
The ghost thought that the Eight Masters didn’t know the Hedao Period, or it was completed in an instant.
This guy has truly completed one step to reach the sky.
This is called "one-stop"!
"name……"
It's worthy of its mission.
At least, he came from the Holy Spirit Continent and saved the Holy Spirit Continent once.
"I still have this."
From afar, Wen Ting took out many jade bottles in his hand, which contained Qingju's sword tears.
He knew that the Eight Lords could hear and see themselves.
But at this moment, he no longer wanted to say that the bottles of sword tears he had accumulated over the past thirty years were certainly not his own quirks.
In fact, it is just to make the eight masters better when they return, and to better understand the great way from the emotions of sealing the bottles.
It probably won't be used anymore...
Sure enough, the Eight Masters can't use it at all.
A smile came from afar and said in the tone of damn calm and gentle voice:
"You can use it yourself, be called a god and ancestor as soon as possible, and say I have pointed it out to you."
After a meal, I added another sentence:
"I'm afraid you don't understand."
Click!
Wen Ting's fists were crushed.
...
"It's burning!"
"Look, Hua Zu is burning!"
After the sword is easy to yin and yang, the eight masters can't show one move.
Hua Changdeng fell to the bottom of the valley, and He could not see the light again. His body burned with a raging raging light, which seemed invisible, and clearly was a white fire!
It was not until this time that everyone remembered it.
Just now, the eight masters planted their swords without leaving any traces. What kind of power is it?
"Heavenly forsaken!"
"What an authentic Tianqizhi!"
"But it is not just the artistic conception of the sword ancestor, but it is gradually abandoning Hua Changlantern from the four levels of body, spirit, and me?"
Hua Changdeng's body was "burned" little by little.
He even dissolved his clothes into primitive nothingness little by little, and his body, spirit, and mind were disappearing in larger and larger pieces.
"No……"
"impossible……"
The strength also gave up a little bit and left his body.
The fission of life is vigorous and vigorous, and after the eight masters pass by Yi Yi, it will completely reverse into the opposite effect.
Even the life power of Yaozu and Beihuai cannot save what I have lost.
"ha……"
Half of Hua Changdeng's face burned and fell.
At the last moment of his life, He stopped yelling, as if he had recovered all his reason.
He tried to breathe in the wind and snow, witnessing the interweaving of scorching and coldness.
He saw self-disorder and absolute reason.
He saw the endless collision of the reincarnation of the soul and life.
He saw the way of ghost swords and no way, and the beginning and end of the walls everywhere were like the day that turned into itself, which was brilliant and withered in the brilliance.
All kinds of things are in the sun, and the buds are gone.
The clothes returned to the original state and destroyed them, and the Supreme Lord abandoned them.
Hua Changdeng's pupils fell down and hit her hands staring openly. Her knees trembled. Until the last moment, he leaned on the elbow to hunt ghosts and never knelt down. He was just obsessed with not dying, but was unwilling to accept it, and was powerless to turn the world back.
"Eight Lords An, ha..."
Chapter completed!