Chapter 1628: The miserable world is painful to the bone, good and bad are interdependent, please come to the sword
Chapter 1632 The miserable world is painful to the bone, and blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. Please come to the sword
The haunting nightmare flashed past.
The remaining traces are very clear:
There are not only scenes of the battle in the 33rd heaven, but also the first sight of the Dragon Halberd Giant, the first sight of the Eyes of the Heavenly Ancestor, the first sight of the three sky gods...
After the door of Buddhism is opened, all the fears and fears, small and serious, are magnified.
In this fictional world, the last thing Xu Xiaoshou saw was the empty hatred in the ancient and modern Wangyou Tower.
Very strong fear!
From Chongyin's perspective, Kong Yuhen is not the weak and boneless "jade-faced scholar" that he usually sees.
On the contrary, he stands on the long river of time, with the great road accompanying him and having no choice but to follow him. He is knowledgeable about the past and the present, and knows the destiny. His face is hazy, and his temperament is comparable to "the haunted Yin on the throne of God".
"Is this idle hatred?"
Everyone was shocked by Xu Xiaoshou, and he believed that he was the ancestor of the time.
In the second world of One Sword, when seeing such an image, it was almost impossible to hold back.
Not only the fear of evil spirits was cut out.
Every bit of the self-fear that I had in the past, including using my spare hatred as a crutch, fooling me with lies, etc., was also eliminated.
Fortunately, after all, separated by space and time, the "paraphrased" pictures still have impact, but the impact is controllable.
I'm killing all the evil spirits.
Are you still afraid of the false and empty hatred that you imagined?
…
"I determine the universe, and I change time and space."
"When dreams fall and flowers bloom, the great world comes."
I flipped through the sword-watching manual, and when the book of answers settled on the first page of the second realm of phantom swordsmanship, everything came to my mind.
Xu Xiaoshou liked this kind of ready-made "getting" too much.
He only needs to act as a practical sword and will not make any mistakes.
For the rest, whether it is the process of drawing a sword, the way to carry a sword, or even the "Sword Ci", Ba Zunzun has included an article as a bonus.
I love you.
Eight, I am so straightforward.
Your "Guan Sword Manual" is very useful!
When Xu Xiaoshou read out loud the phantom swordsmanship phrase titled "Sorrowful World", Xu Xiaoshou felt more than just anger, like the wind, which always accompanies me.
He discovered that good words and good swords complement each other and can help the sword wielder better enter the state of unity between nature and man.
It's time!
Qian and Kun are determined, and everything in the four directions of heaven and earth moves.
The order of time and space changes, and the second world takes shape.
When the graceful red plum blossoms cast a layer of disillusionment on the eighteenth heaven like a gauze, the spiritual world based on the "sorrow" of evil spirits bloomed layer by layer as beautifully as lotus petals.
And open.
"Boom!"
The real world cannot hear the screams.
In the second world, there was a thunderbolt from the blue.
It is still built in the environment of the ruins of the gods. Under the evil gaze, there are four gods, the eyes of the ancestors, the dragon halberd giant, the three sky... and even the empty hatred that stands on the long river of time!
All the factors for which he had even a trace of fear appeared in the second world.
"How could this happen?!"
Su Yin looked frightened and looked around.
As his thoughts fluctuated, his mind, immersed in the second world, could not control the magic he was maintaining in the real world.
"Rumble..."
Pieces of protective artifacts fell out of control and fell to the ground.
The magic spells that were added to the body disappeared one after another.
The loss of the real world gave back to the second world an inexplicable coolness, its demonic energy became more and more intense, and its expression was full of uneasiness.
"Something's wrong?"
But in Xu Xiaoshou's opinion, the uneasiness caused by evil spirits is not the kind of "uneasiness" that should appear in the face of fear as described in the second world function introduction in the Book of Answers.
He should have been uneasy about the unknown, uneasy about being confused, uneasy about being at a loss, and uneasy about being unable to solve the problem.
"Now, why is it a bit like He has seen through my illusory sword skills and is not worried that he will still be hit by the sword...uneasy?"
…
"Xu Xiaoshou!"
"Why bother pretending? This sword can't hurt me, so get out!"
When Sui Yin in the second world calmed down amid various nightmare images and shouted out his name, Xu Xiaoshou's heart skipped a beat.
broken.
It is impossible for a person in the second world to remember his own name.
"Zuiyin, are you still calm?"
Why?
This unscientific!
Oh no, this is too fantasy!
How could the sword of the Eight Masters be wrong?
Isn't he known as the Eighth Sword Immortal, known as an unparalleled genius comparable to the sword god Gulouying?
Isn't he the best at phantom swordsmanship? How could his sword fail in front of Sui Yin who was in such a weak mental state?
This can be listed as the "standard answer" for the first golden example of the second realm of the first illusion swordsmanship in the "Guanjian Canon". Did Sui Yin find a flaw?
"Don't panic."
"Xu Xiaoshou, don't panic."
"You don't have to believe in yourself, you have to believe in Lao Ba... No, Xiao Ba."
Xu Xiaoshou forced himself to calm down.
My own...oh, the sword of the Eight Masters has its flaws, but I am in the real world, so it will be fine.
Between reality and the second world, there is still a layer of shackles of the second realm of fantasy swordsmanship!
With the intention of the present moment, it will take time to break through.
Xu Xiaoshou looked at the weak Sui Yin who began to try various methods to break the sword in the illusion world. He sneered and turned to the next page of the "Sword Viewing Code".
"There has never been a genius like me in a hundred generations, and it will be hard for anyone to be as good as me in a thousand years. Even if there are flaws in the talents of the Eighth Sword Immortal, they should have been deliberately leaked to you."
"This next page will no longer be filled with phantom sword skills, but will only be filled with your evil ten ways to die."
"Just wait for me!"
…
sieve.
Open the next page of the ancient book.
The eight figures are skilled in pen and dragon and snake, and their powerful characters can be seen through the back of the paper, and the sharp and sharp characters are presented with various profound meanings accompanied by phantom swordsmanship:
"Comer, do you think 'fear' is the true meaning of the second world?"
"Wrong! Big mistake!"
Xu Xiaoshou's first two words made Xu Xiaoshou numb with curses, and his body became stiffer than a corpse that had been dead for three days.
What's the meaning?
He felt like he had punctured the window paper, and flattened the broken paper with some trembling, but he felt like he was in the second world and was deceiving himself.
So, I can only read on with a little uneasiness, tension, and anxiety:
"Reality is the true meaning of the second world!"
"No one knows himself better than himself, and no one knows himself better than his enemy."
"What the second world needs is not 'shaping', but 'guidance' - eliciting all the inner desires, whether true or false, good or bad, and letting them indulge."
"When people are indulged in self-fantasy, they know the truth but want to wake up but don't want to wake up. They try to escape from the trap but want to dream and go deeper into the dream. They are reincarnated in the struggle, and they turn around in the dream, getting deeper and deeper."
"This is the true meaning of 'illusion'!"
reality……
guide……
Yes! Xu Xiaoshou knows this!
Of course he knows. After all, he has mastered swordsmanship and kendo disk, and knows the basics like the back of his hand.
He even said that when he looked at the "Sorrowful World" sword just now, he felt that the sword was wrong.
But Bazun is well versed in the "Guanjian Canon", which is the application of swordsmanship and a high-level programming language.
How could he be wrong?
How could he record wrong teaching in this book?
Even if he no longer knows how to teach, he won’t mislead his disciples, right?
Xu Xiaoshou kept his mouth shut and had confidence in Ba Zunzhen. This was indeed the person who could give him his back at the critical moment.
But……
Read on…
"Forget the previous counterexample!"
"I think at this moment, your wrong understanding is obvious. Next, we will enter the 'real' teaching."
…
Why is the world gray?
Xu Xiaoshou felt like someone had pressed the pause button, as if he had gone through an entire spiritual refining era.
A "Second World" strike from the "Guan Jian Canon" forced him to death on the spot, leaving him unable to think for five or six breaths.
Until the end...
As soon as his mentality collapsed, Xu Xiaoshou's sword-holding hand softened, and four swords almost fell to the ground.
Bazun knows that you are sick!
How can you be so out of context?
If you really can't do it, don't write a book, just find a class and take a class. Isn't this "Guan Sword Classic" just a lie?
"You can see the bones deep..."
Yes, my understanding of the mistake is really deep now.
This lesson is so profound that it can be remembered for a lifetime. I will give you my life!
"Boom——"
There was an explosion in my ears.
On the eighteenth level, countless crystal space fragments collapsed.
Xu Xiaoshou knew without thinking or even looking that the evil spirits in the illusion were based on nightmares and could break through the illusion and walked out of the second world.
"reality……"
Too many nightmares make them unreal, which is natural.
Once a person wakes up from the illusion, he realizes that everything is false and has no intention of sinking.
Being able to become an ancestral god, wouldn't Sui Yin be able to break through the illusion?
Xu Xiaoshou is hated!
He not only hated that dog Zunzhen, but also hated himself - himself who had been brainwashed by Dao Qiongcang.
Mr. Sang once said: "Don't believe anyone in this world."
He is right!
No matter how strong others are, they cannot be trusted. This easily creates subjective assumptions.
At this moment, looking at the shattered second world of Yijian and Sui Yin breaking free from the restraints, Xu Xiaoshou felt cold in the palms of his hands and feet.
At that time, in the Eighth Palace, the good-for-nothing Laoba used his heart sword technique to attack Gou Wuyue with a giant Buddha slash, which finally crossed time and space and struck him:
"With one strike of my sword, I can kill the gods and Buddhas in your heart. I hope you will do it well."
…
"What are you doing!"
As soon as the spirit skill was activated, Dao Qiongang's curse came over.
He didn't mention anything about the movement in the starry sky, like a man who only placed all his hopes on others:
"After the second world, why don't you move?"
"Shouldn't the "Guan Sword Code" record many swords that the eight masters are familiar with? Even I know that in the world of illusion, I can create a stronger you and control a stronger sword."
"With Sui Yin's current state, you can even forcefully open the false 'mysterious door' and kill him with the third level of Prajnawu!"
Xu Xiaoshou took a deep breath:
"Shut up."
Dao Qiongcang quickly shut up.
Xu Xiaoshou didn't explain, there must be his own reasons. After all, he must have some concerns that he could consider.
I'm afraid that the Eight Masters can't be invited at all...
He threw most of his mind back into the starry sky, gracefully took off the wise man's skin, and immediately... threw off his arms, transformed into a vicious dog, eyes split open, and chased the sword:
"Wen Ting!"
"You are Wen Ting, right?"
"Stay! Come back to me! No! You must! Run -"
…
"Jie ba ba ba..."
The haunted soul laughed wildly with arms akimbo.
Compared with the first sword, Xu Xiaoshou's second sword was nothing more than a fight between trapped beasts in his opinion, not even one ten thousandth of the power of the previous one.
One sentence summary:
That's it?
Demonic energy surged out of his soul, and the contempt and arrogance in his evil eyes burst out unabashedly.
He leaned forward, his lips cleft to his earlobes, he was as playful as an ant, and he said casually:
"The evil spirit is merciful and gives you the convenience of three swords."
"But if the sword is like this, I don't think I need to do the sword three again..."
He pointed to four swords: "This fierce sword can accompany you to death and never return."
As he spoke, Sui Yin's three eyes changed, and the sky was filled with evil light and murderous aura surged.
The six arms of his soul body moved, and the power of his fingertips changed.
It was obvious that he could no longer hold back his impulse and wanted to kill people quickly, to show the shame that Xue had just dreamed of.
"slow!"
Xu Xiaoshou hurriedly spoke out.
Misfortunes are where blessings depend, and blessings are where misfortunes lie.
I thought that after the second sword attack, my situation was over, but I never thought that the arrogant Sui Yin would say this. Doesn't this mean giving back a chance?
"Shen Yin has a word, and a promise is worth a thousand gold."
"We just agreed on the three swords. Now if I win one sword and you win one, I can barely beat you, the ancestral god, to a tie."
"Ke Zuiyin is afraid of a draw, thinks that my third sword can really kill you, and wants to break the previous promise?"
Xu Xiaoshou was careful with his words. While he held Chong Yin up high, he did not hide the contempt in his words:
"Of course it's okay. It's just a verbal promise. I've often been the villain who breaks promises."
"A promise is a promise, and a convention can only be a convention. Indeed, no one stipulates that promises must be kept."
"Oh, that's it. I don't want to say it anymore. I won't resist. Just stand here. Come and cut my neck. My neck is long and easy to cut."
"I have four swords to lend you."
Swish, brush, brush...
Numerology is all determined.
Before Xu Xiaoshou finished speaking, all the movements of Sui Yin's fingertips stopped, and his face was uncertain.
"Chi~"
For a long time, he first raised the corners of his mouth and let out a disdainful sneer, and then clasped his hands behind his waist, like a polite and upright gentleman.
He raised his head slightly and looked proud:
"Third sword, please!"
…
"There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground~"
Dao Qiongtian, who was controlling 30 million mad dogs to chase Wen Ting, suddenly shivered and his mind immediately retracted back to his true body.
He found that Sui Yin was tightly controlled in mid-air, his face was hesitant, fearful, and confused, and he hesitated to speak.
The Taoist Palace Master is not as restrained as him.
He knew Xu Xiaoshou so well that he used his spiritual skills and cursed angrily:
"What are you doing?"
"Xu Xiaoshou, don't go crazy!"
"Look what time it is now!"
when?
This is a critical time to save lives!
Whether you can succeed or not depends on this move - and this is already my best effort!
"Your taste."
"Taste it carefully."
Xu Xiaoshou didn't even bother to do the telepathy skills many times. After finishing his talk, he raised his sword in the sky and wrote a poem every step of the way. He raised his eyes or paused, looking up and down, full of emotions:
"Look up at the bright moon~"
"Oh, I bow my head and miss my hometown!"
…
"What are you doing!"
The sky is almost ready to collapse.
Could it be that the second sword just failed to kill Sui Yin and was broken by force, and Xu Xiaoshou's brain was damaged to the point of being damaged?
He tried to find some other kind of signal from that homesick poem, so as to comfort himself when he was about to lose control.
To no avail.
In addition to the fact that Xu Xiaoshou was very homesick and had a strong desire to return to the Holy Continent.
He couldn't get any useful signals.
——On the contrary, I can see that this guy has a tendency to give up on himself. What’s going on?!
"Xu Xiaoshou, if you have any troubles, tell me and tell the truth. I will arrange backup plans in the starry sky."
"I have been the Taoist Palace Master for thirty years, so I have the confidence to fight evil gods... Don't do this, I will be scared."
Dao Qiongcang was so panicked for the first time because his sword became weak.
Rao Yaoyao never gave up until his death, why did you, Xu Xiaoshou, become weak in the face of battle?
Lingxi technique is like a pool of stagnant water, motionless.
Dao Qiongcang didn't get any more response. Xu Xiaoshou paused in mid-air for a few breaths, then raised his eyes and spoke:
"ah!"
This Xu sighed full of emotion at Gao Tian.
Dao, firmament, evil spirit, all the tiger's body trembled, his expression condensed, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.
Then I heard that the young man couldn't lift the sword, and when he moved the sword forward, there was a second song:
"Last night I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, but it was a pity that I didn't return home~"
good!
Sui Yin could not help but be immersed in that artistic conception.
I never thought that Xu Xiaoshou was also a person with quite a spiritual state. What about the following?
Dao Qiongcang also analyzed this poem in his mind.
It's a bit short and can't be parsed, so he is all ears to hear what's going on.
Xu Xiaoshou frowned, as if he was hindered. After a long time, he hesitated and said, not sure:
"Will you come back with the whisk on the anvil?"
"The following is, hiss... Oops...,...I forgot..."
Sui Yin was separated from his artistic conception by his soliloquy, his mood was shaken, and he felt furious.
The sky of Dao wiped out the expectations that had just been in my heart.
There is no mistake, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly went crazy, and he was not trying to summon the Eight Sacred Masters with "poetry" after failing to summon them with "illusion".
——He doesn’t have that kind of literary talent at all!
"If spring doesn't come, why would you pick up a woman who wants to wear clothes?"
"Do you know how to compose poetry? If not, then don't do it!"
Dao Qiongcang made a final struggle and scolded Xu Xiaoshou with his spiritual skills, trying to wake up Xu Xiaoshou.
He only saw Xu Xiaoshou touching his nose angrily, and then took out the Shizu Shadow Staff:
"inverse!"
The situation changed.
This guy had "Don't be afraid, I can do it all over again" written all over his face, and then chanted:
"Last night I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, but it was a pity that I didn't return home~"
"The spring water flowing in the river is gone, and the moon has set in the west again~"
…
"Wen Ting, save me!"
Thirty million evil dogs are running wildly in the starry sky.
He gave up on Xu Xiaoshou completely. This guy was completely uncontrollable. At the critical moment of cooperation with him, he would either lose the chain or lose the chain.
Bazunzun, I can only invite him myself!
Capture Wen Ting, find the Sword Burial Tomb, and return to the Southern Territory. The Eight Masters should still be in the Southern Territory...
No! Calm down!
We have all returned to the Southern Territory, why should I invite the Eight Masters to come back?
Xu Xiaoshou, let him die beautifully while reciting poems and composing poems. Why come back and embarrass myself?
"Buzz!"
As his thoughts flashed through him like this, the Thirty Million Grandmaster's Sword Intentions froze in place.
Thirty million evil dog-like Tianji troops all retreated, turned in the direction of the ruins of God, and trembled uncontrollably.
Dao Qiongcang was stunned.
Isn't it?
Is this okay?
"Keng——"
The silent sound of swords resounded in the starry sky.
Tens of millions of lightsabers came out of their hands and all flew towards the direction of the ruins of God.
"No!"
One of the Tianji puppets that was releasing the aura of the Wrathful Immortal Buddha Sword uncontrollably took out the Wrathful Immortal amidst the restrained sound.
"return!"
Dao Qiongcang tried to control the puppet of Tianji to take back the gift from his friend in the past.
Bang!
The Buddha's sword shook.
The Tianji puppet exploded into powder.
The out-of-control Buddhist sword turned into a stream of light, roaring through the sea of stars, piercing in a certain direction in the distance, worshiping.
Dao Qiongcang is going crazy again.
Why are they all so out of tune, why are they all so outrageous...
Ancient sword repair!
One day, if you gain enlightenment, you will kill all the ancient sword cultivators in the world!
He controlled the 30 million Tianji army, and Wen Ting stopped chasing him and headed back to the ruins of the gods.
"Buddha Sword, come back!!!"
"you are mine!"
…
He, what do you want to do?
I have to say that Xu Xiaoshou really got the evil spirit.
The third sword was delayed, and Xu Xiaoshou recited no less than ten poems just while walking in the void.
Or there are errors.
But when he picked up the Shadow Staff of Time and came back again, the artistic conception of every song was excellent.
But he just didn’t draw his sword!
What is the intention?
This kind of approach is the result of arrogance and weakness, and it feels extremely abnormal.
He understood it as an act of delaying time, and delaying time also had a purpose. What was Xu Xiaoshou waiting for?
Is there any help?
My consciousness subconsciously looked into the starry sky, only to wake up from the evil dream.
The ban has been broken...
The secret army...
Thousands of lightsabers...
The angry immortal comes...
"presumptuous!"
Realizing that Xu Xiaoshou, who was reciting poems on the surface but was doing tricks behind the scenes, turned out to be such a villain, Sui Yin's whole soul felt as if it was about to explode.
"A gentleman's promise?"
"What is promise?"
His six arms were raised high, with the humiliation of being deceived written all over his face. He no longer cared about the promise he had just made and was about to kill the person.
Who would have thought that at this moment, Xu Xiaoshou clenched his four swords tightly, broke away from the poem-reciting state, and looked at Him:
"coming?"
coming?
What's coming?
Sui Yin is puzzled, so he takes action.
The heaven and earth trembled with a buzzing sound, and thousands of streams of light came from outside the starry sky, led by a Buddha's light that was dazzling.
At that moment, Xu Xiaoshou's eyes flashed with light, and his whole body was filled with momentum. He raised his sword and transformed into the Supreme Being of Heaven and Earth, and let out a long roar in the air: