The blood surged faster, but Chen Shaojun seemed to be undecided. Chen Shaojun only felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier, and he was getting weaker and weaker, as if even his consciousness had become a little heavier.
"Is this what death feels like?"
Three hundred feet, two hundred feet... It's too late, it's faster than that. At this moment——
"I'll fight you!"
Seeing that Chen Shaojun was about to be hit, in an instant, a black shadow the size of a fist suddenly rose into the sky, its eyes were blood red, and its eyes were full of fearlessness and fearlessness.
"Little snail!"
Chen Shaojun was shocked all over and suddenly recognized it.
"No!"
Chen Shaojun yelled and stretched out his arms, trying to stop everything, but it was too late.
Xiaowo's figure is resolute and resolute, with no intention of retreating. Its power is weak and it really has no offensive power, but so what?
At the moment before, everyone jumped out and followed Zhang Junzhe to the front, pounced on the ancient evil thought in his head. Because it had no fighting power, it could not do anything if it stayed behind.
But not at this moment.
So what if it has no fighting power, it will never retreat.
In order to avoid natural enemies, it once ran away everywhere, hiding in the human world, hiding in the world of ghosts, and even hiding in monsters and demons, but now it will no longer run away.
Compared with death, it is more afraid of loneliness, more afraid of the feeling of powerlessness, and more afraid of the feeling of having something you really care about for the first time in your life, only to lose it again.
At least this time, it was with Chen Shaojun, Zhang Junzhe, the defenders, and everyone else.
"Boy, don't miss me."
At the moment when he soared high, Chen Shaojun saw the little snail in the air turning his head and looking at himself with a smile:
"I go first."
Boom, the next moment, before Xiao Wu even got close, he was hit by a lightning bolt from the body of the ancient evil thoughts, and his whole body was blown away like a kite with its string cut off.
The ever-shining colorful light was extinguished instantly, and Chen Shaojun could no longer feel Xiaowo's breath.
"No!"
Chen Shaojun suddenly let out an earth-shattering roar, and tears, no, bright red blood tears burst out from the corners of his eyes.
Chen Shaojun heard the disdainful sneer of the ancient evil thoughts in the sky, and saw the black shadow getting closer and closer in the sky. However, looking at the little snail that was shot away in the distance, he could do nothing.
Regret, pain, and endless killing intent!
"Is this really the end?"
Looking at the rapid black torrent of evil energy, Chen Shaojun sat on his knees on the ground and muttered to himself.
At this moment, under the strong stimulation of death, time seemed to be stretched countless times, and countless memories were constantly reviewed in front of his eyes like a fleeting horse.
My vision is getting blurry and darker.
"Jun'er!"
In the dark, there was a boom, as if a thunder exploded, and a familiar and warm voice suddenly sounded in his ears in the darkness. Hearing the voice that he had been thinking about day and night, Chen Shaojun suddenly opened his eyes:
"Master?!"
Chen Shaojun was suddenly startled and suddenly opened his eyes to look. However, his eyes were pitch black and he could see nothing, only endless nothingness.
What's going on? Is it an illusion? Or is he hallucinating?
But soon, hey, as if a flint passed through, a bright light appeared in the darkness. The light was as thin as a firefly at the beginning, but soon it continued to expand, reflecting a halo in the darkness.
There was silence all around, and in this halo, a familiar old man came into view. He had a wide robe and long sleeves, and his eyes were majestic. When he looked at Chen Shaojun, his eyes were full of kindness and kindness.
"Master!"
At that moment, Chen Shaojun's nose felt sour, and a stream of tears couldn't help but flow down:
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, disciple."
The light continued to expand, and a warm breath enveloped the whole body.
"Haha, don't cry."
In the darkness, the master chuckled, and Chen Shaojun felt a finger slowly brushing his cheek, wiping away the tears on his face:
"Chi'er, Master has not disappointed me, and you have never let me down."
In the dark, Chen Shaojun saw his master shake his head, let go of his hand, and stood up slowly. His originally warm and loving face gradually became serious:
"Jun'er, do you know why my master values you so much among so many fellow disciples?"
When he said this, Master looked at him thoughtfully.
Chen Shaojun was startled.
"Disciple I don't know."
"Because you have something that your brothers and sisters don't have."
"What?"
Chen Shaojun said subconsciously.
"good."
In the darkness, Master's expression slowly became solemn:
"Jun'er, do you still remember the first time we met? Although you were a wanderer and abandoned on the street since you were a child, you are determined and have been living stoically. However, even with a strong desire to survive, when you are hungry and on the verge of
When you die, you can still give the hard-earned food to a dying puppy. This is the most powerful quality I have seen in you."
"You can't bear to see the suffering of others, you can't bear to see the suffering of all sentient beings. This is kindness, this is benevolence, this is righteousness. I don't know if you can understand this, but one day you will understand."
"
"Come from your original heart, from your original intention, and have compassion for all living beings. Jun'er, one day, you will transcend your own shackles and reach the same state as your teacher. No, you will become more powerful than your teacher."
"Jun'er, this is the reason why my master brought you to the immortal world and brought you back to the Beidou Immortal Sect."
"Jun'er, never give up at any time, I will always believe in you!"
With the last words, the master took a deep look at himself. With these words, a sudden fire burst into the darkness. Just behind the master, a stream of lights and shadows were reflected. Chen Shaojun saw the high and magnificent Beidou Immortal Palace behind the master.
The gleaming white jade danchi also saw the frail body in front of the master, kneeling in front of the master, with tears streaming down his face.
The strong wind blew past the Beidou Immortal Palace. When Chen Shaojun saw his master's robes and robes, he looked at him with mellow eyes, showing deep trust and expectation. At that moment, Chen Shaojun burst into tears.
He understood, and suddenly everything became clear.
Those memories buried deep in his mind, those ignorant words he once said when he was young, are all huge treasures that Master once gave him, and they also placed Master's endless trust in him.
"Not being able to bear seeing the suffering of others, not being able to bear seeing the suffering of all sentient beings, is benevolence, righteousness, and kindness. This is the essence of the Master!"
Chen Shaojun murmured to himself.
At this moment, he suddenly understood everything and cleared up the last obstacle.
boom!
These thoughts flew through his mind without any warning, and Chen Shaojun's literary energy suddenly surged.
He had just overcome the bottleneck and reached the master level. However, at this moment, this infinite literary energy was spontaneously born from his body. The literary energy was rich, majestic, and endless. Chen Shaojun's cultivation level also increased all the way, directly from the master level.
The realm has skyrocketed all the way towards the higher Grand Master realm, and it seems unstoppable.
"What?!"
Sensing the changes in Chen Shaojun's body, the ancient evil thoughts in the sky trembled, and his expression suddenly changed.
This young man of Confucianism and Taoism has obviously reached the end of his life and has exhausted all his means. He has also used the power of Zhuzi's authentic writings to the limit. The white jade Spring and Autumn Brush Pen has been broken. Logically speaking, there should never be any strength left for him.
Borrowed, but what about this majestic literary style?
However, this was not the only thing that frightened it. In its gaze, Chen Shaojun, who had been keeping his eyes closed and waiting for death, suddenly opened his eyes from the darkness, and a bright light burst out from his eyes.
The moon was still shining brightly, and one of his fingers also slowly stretched out and pressed on the original writings of Zhuzi. The last point on the strokes was also the last "point" on the word "meaning".
Chen Shaojun didn't have a pen in his hand, but the ancient evil thought saw a drop of bright red blood flowing between his index fingers, as if it was about to fall down at any time and drip onto the word "righteousness".
At that moment, my eyelids twitched with ancient evil thoughts, and suddenly an extremely bad feeling came to my heart.
Danger!
In this Confucian and Taoist young man, he suddenly felt a danger that he had not experienced for a long time.
Stop him at all costs.
"Stop it!"
The ancient evil thoughts suddenly roared, and their palms accelerated towards Chen Shaojun.
The response to ancient evil thoughts was already very fast, but unfortunately it was still slow after all.
"Buzz!"
Chen Shaojun's fingers exerted force, and the short distance of an inch instantly jumped over. The slender white index finger, together with the drop of bright red blood on the fingertip, pressed on the white rice paper.
The snow-white rice paper and the bright red blood complement each other, which looks shocking, and the last word "righteousness" on the white rice paper is finally completed at this moment.
"boom!"
A drop of blood created the last "dot" and the last word "righteousness", and at the moment when Chen Shaojun's fingers pressed on the white rice paper, these few lines of text left by the scholars thousands of years ago also
Finally finished.
"Confucius said to seek benevolence, Mencius said to seek righteousness, sacrifice one's life to become benevolent, sacrifice one's life to achieve righteousness!"
When the last stroke was completed, the sixteen characters bloomed with light, bursting out with light like the scorching sun. The sixteen characters floated, as if they had completely separated from the white rice paper and had their own vitality.
But in just a short moment, the essence of those sixteen words merged into one, directly turning into an unprecedented dazzling pillar of light, soaring into the sky, and even the giant palm shot by the ancient evil thoughts couldn't resist it, scoff.
With a sound, a big hole was burned directly by the vast energy.
And the essence of the sixteen words passed through the burned hole, sank deep into the sky, and then disappeared.
"ah!"
The Ancient Evil Thought staggered, yelled, and took several steps back. It held its right hand tightly and looked at the huge hole that was burned out. It opened its eyes suddenly, looking extremely excited.
"What on earth did you do?"
The voice of ancient evil thoughts revealed extreme shock and disbelief.