The wind started from Lingyu Mountain and entered at the gate of Xicheng. The grass swelled and the stones were ripped open, tearing a light sword mark on the earth.
Then, the thunder thunder was shaking the ground.
Outside the sword pillar smell array, it stretched for thousands of miles, and snowflakes swelled all over the sky, making people dazzled.
"this……"
Li You, the leader of the Yingui Sect, stood above Fusang City and watched the battle from afar.
At one moment, I felt the purple scales on my cheeks chill, as if some force was passing through my body and swept quickly to the rear.
She looked back suddenly.
The straight sword marks behind him flowed away like an electric snake.
From the earth, climb up the walls and houses, separate the low gravel mountains and go straight to the east.
...
"East!"
The camp of Shengfutu City, with Dan Sheng Lu Shi and the three men led by him, are further away from the battlefield and are almost at the east gate of Fusang City.
When I was sideways to make way for the sword marks, the sound of wind that brushed through my ears was gone, and in the blink of an eye it disappeared at the edge of the ghost Buddha realm.
The three of them looked at each other, suddenly realizing something, and their spines were numb.
"Qingju, in the East?"
"Yes, it seems like you are burying the sword tomb!"
...
The sea estuary near the Zhongyuan Realm.
As soon as the fisherman salvaged a net, he seemed to have some spiritual beast passed by at the bottom of the fishing boat, which made people stagger left and right, and could not stand steadily.
After letting go, the small half of the net fish failed to fall on the boat, but instead spread it into the water.
"Ah, my fish!"
"Which sea beast dares to play with me, Zhongyuan Fishing King, and you will be killed with one fork!"
...
East China Sea.
Yu Lingdie held the Sea God's Slayer in his hand, and was closing his eyes to realize the truth in the deep sea of thousands of miles. Suddenly, his eyes woke up, and the dazzling mysterious formation diagram under his feet spun out.
"who?!"
He turned around suddenly, and subconsciously slashed away the sea god halberd.
However, nothing happened, the sudden coolness passed through the Sea God's Slayer, through his body, causing no harm, and passed straight to the east.
The faint sword intent fainted at the bottom of the sea.
"Sword Nian?"
"Xu Xiaoshou?"
"No! Damn it, it's a nightmare..."
...
At the foot of the East Mountain, teahouses are hunting green flags.
A group of Langkes dressed in sword cultivators were surrounding the wooden table, staring at a bead, clenching their fists and hitting the table with excitement, blushing on their faces.
In the picture...
The Ghost Sword Immortal Flower Long Lantern was only held to hold the Sword Pillar Flavor Array.
The Eighth Sword Immortal also glanced at him, and his right hand had just risen and grabbed the east.
"The last thing is Sang Yu, when you return, you're just a sword... Qingju!"
The last two words were not yet settled, and a shallow mark had already cracked in the middle of the wooden table. Seven or eight Jian Xiu was so scared that he immediately fell backwards and retreated.
Not realizing what happened yet.
Among the few sword cultivators, the only remaining acquired iron sword also swept out of thin air and went eastward with the sword scars.
"The sword rises..."
The few people were stunned, suddenly hugged their heads and screamed, threw down a few spiritual crystals, and ran eastward.
"Burning the Sword Tomb!"
"The Eighth Sword Immortal is calling Qingju!"
...
From the east to the east, the sword tomb is buried in the east mountain.
The clouds and mountains fog bury the sword tomb, and worship the mountain guests without any obstacles.
The hustle and bustle outside the mountain cannot interfere with the purity of the sword washing pond in the tomb. Since the ten thousand swords left the tomb, there is only one person left in this place, one sword.
"Nothing can be there, and there can be no..."
"The Tao is nothing, the great dream is for thousands of years..."
Wen Ting had already come down from the top of the East Mountain. Now he held a volume of "Sword Sutra" that had only been turned halfway through, shaking his head and chanting.
As he recited, his eyes suddenly dimmed, staring at the beginning of the Swordless Skill on the scroll, his voice as low as a mosquito:
"Big Dream... Qianqiu..."
Wen Ting's voice was low, and the only broken sword in the sword washing pond that had not yet left the tomb, the low sob became clear.
Wow, like a young wife who was wronged, she kept sobbing.
"Forget it, I won't chant the scriptures for you!"
Wen Ting sighed, grabbed the scriptures, and regardless of the mess, he sat cross-legged on the low stone beside the sword washing pond.
He held his chin and looked at Broken Sword Qingju:
"You are not willing to surrender."
"I read this way, and I have been reading this for so many years, but you still refuse to let go of him or use it for me."
"It seems that doing this will really make you wait until he changes his mind, haha, ha... it's funny."
Qingju's sword body was covered with unsuccessful sword tears, and each drop was crystal clear, reflecting the past.
Wen Ting looked at it with a slightly confusing expression, and there was a little more remembrance in his eyes.
"Little crybag, do you still remember?"
"When you two entered the Sword Tomb for the first time, I stole it in without telling it."
"That's the thing..."
He raised his hand and said to have thought of something, shook his head and laughed:
"I've also eaten the courage of Bear Heart and Leopard, I really dare to show you."
"He eight masters are really brave enough to say it!"
He shook his hand angrily, shook the contents and presented them to Qingju to read.
Wen Ting pointed hard at the four sentences at the beginning of Wu Jianzhi and scolded:
"I am just a mistress in the side, but after a few words of advice from me, I barely stepped into the threshold of ancient swordsmanship."
"I just have a better memory. If you read the whole article once and you can remember the content of the "Sword Sutra"."
"What's the matter? But that guy actually dares to point fingers at the "Sword Sutra"!"
Wen Ting pointed to the text on the volume and gave Qingju one by one:
"You haven't forgotten?" 'Nothing can be there, and there can be no, Tao is nothing, and great dreams are great for thousands of years'..."
"He has just gone wherever he has gone. After reading the whole article, he dared to say that the love sword technique is 'remarkable'. On the contrary, the few sentences without sword technique have a bit of a taste when he read it."
"Taste? Hahahaha..."
Wen Ting raised his head and laughed, his laughter was full of dissatisfaction, as if he wanted to punch Qingju hard:
"What an eight-god!"
"In one sentence, I have been thinking about swordsmanship here for thirty years, but I can't figure out why."
"He finally mentioned the 'Da Meng Qianqiu', and named the third realm of the Illusion Sword Art. This damn guy..."
"Ah, crazy!"
Wen Ting grabbed his hair and threw his head wildly, looking like Hua Zu.
Soon after, his emotions returned to calm down, his face was dark again, and he muttered in a hoarse voice:
"But when I thought he was playing with me again, he told me, 'Nothing is really there, and there is really nothing'."
"The great dream is not important either. What is important is that only when there is nothing after giving up the existence and nothing can you truly return to zero and complete the whole process."
"zero……"
Wen Ting looked at the sword washing pool in a daze.
The water in the pool was slightly rippling, and under the sword watching technique, he outlined the word "zero" as he wished.
Wen Ting shook his head slightly.
The word "zero" is a mirror and a moon, and the news is silently shattered.
After a while, the pool waves rippled again, and this time it was an ancient "ｏ".
“』…”
The pattern of the character "ｏ" is not big, and it can be divided into two halves.
The left half shines on the sun as the sunlight, and the rippling waves reflect the abominable ugly and lusty faces of the eight masters.
The half of the Hidden Shadow Mountain Rock on the right is a yin, and there is nothing, but it can be considered as a sword and a broken sword being inserted vertically.
Qingju means Yin.
“Woo woo…”
The little crybag is still crying.
Sword tears flowed into the sword washing pool, no one was able to clean up.
Wufeng Shenghan was buried in the sword tomb. Wen Ting closed his eyes heavily, and he had goose bumps extending from his arms to his forearms, and finally disappeared into the scriptures tightly clenched in the palm of his palm.
He stood up, walked out of the sword washing pond, stood on a high stone, facing the clouds and mist of Dongshan, and smiled:
"Little guy, you won."
"It's indeed his character after tasting the delicious food, and he has never given up on you."
"After this parting, don't forget to tell him that if possible, help me find Gu Qing. Those few can't take over my team."
Qingju was stunned.
The crying stopped.
Suddenly, a familiar aura penetrated through the rocks of the Burial Sword Tomb, rippled up the sword washing pool, and rushed into the sword body.
Warm, gentle.
Just like the familiar big hand thirty years ago, I gently held myself again.
"Buzz!"
On the tomb of the burial sword, there is a mysterious ray of light storm.
...
"Qingju!"
"Look, it's Qingju!"
The worshipers who surrounded the clouds and mist of the East Mountain suddenly became boiling, and their eyes widened and their fingers pointed to the sky.
In the picture of the palm of the apricot, eight masters are familiar with the sword in the east.
The sword tomb in Dongshan was buried, and the Qingju rose up in the air.
Even for decades, not many people still remember what Qingju, the "One Sword Immortal, One Qingju" looked like.
But……
Broken Sword!
Who doesn’t know the title of Qingju, and who doesn’t know it?
The sword shadow that was flying away with the mysterious rays of clouds flashed away in a flash - half a foot of the sword body, how many are left in the world?
Even if there are other broken swords, can the sword produce the sunset and bring about the mysterious artistic conception?
"Go!"
"Qingju is over!"
"The sky is one foot high, and who dares to be a Qingju... Oh my God, it's perfect, it's perfect!"
The mountain was filled with carnivals of ancient sword cultivators, and only Wen Ting was left with loneliness.
He flashed and went to the top of the East Mountain, and came to Jiansi.
The ancestral tree sisal is buzzing, trembling, envious, and unwilling to accept it.
Wen Ting patted it gently, speaking seriously:
"I know what you're thinking."
"But at this moment, at this moment, he has indeed surpassed the Sword Ancestor."
"What I want to tell you is that maybe in the next ten epochs, one sword ancestor can be produced in the fifth realm. Two sword ancestors, it is probably difficult to produce one eight-time master."
Wen Ting looked at Lingyu from afar, and said it with gritted his back teeth, which was full of dissatisfaction.
He said anyway.
The Yuzhu Forest behind him was crushed by heavy snow when the Sword Ancestor bowed his waist for the demon spirit.
But after the broken bamboo, there is still a broken root standing. The integrity and pride of the ancient sword cultivator has never died.
Wen Ting took a deep breath, reached out and held a snowflake, and blew gently into the clouds:
"Xu Xiaoshou acted in a ugly drama, and his behavior was ridiculous, but he really had a good sentence that he could get."
"In my opinion, 'A genius without self for a hundred generations is hard to come out of no other master' is more appropriate to describe the eight masters."
"Sari, I want to help him."
Silk is silent, as if he is hesitating.
Wen Ting looked extremely serious: "The sword washing pool has been famous for thousands of years, and the ancient sword cultivation has been eternal. No one can understand it and can't explain it."
"Eight masters know the sword 'Da Meng Qianqiu', but they have already told the world the meaning of the existence of the sword tomb. Even if the sword ancestor is revived, they will help him at this time."
"So no matter whether you agree or not, I will give him a name to help him directly through the Hedao period and return to zero and complete."
After saying that.
Without waiting for Si sage to agree.
Wen Ting's fingertips cracked and circulated into the body of the ancestral tree Sword Si, causing the earth to bury the sword tomb to shake, and the waves of the sword pool rippled.
Wen Ting pointed at one point and pointed to the Ghost and Buddha Realm in the Central Region.
After Qingju left with Xuanmiao, the sword tomb was buried and the sun shone again, and Lingyu Mountain rushed crazy.
"Sword, get up!"
...
The sword falls!
Lingyu Mountain in the Central Region.
The sword pillar flavor formation that blocks the upper and lower spaces, hunts ghosts thousands of feet, and carries their power and is as a nail as a head.
The most late night is Sangyu, and returning is nothing more than a sword.
But the Eight Masters asked the sword to Dongshan and called Qingju. Even if there was a quick speed of reaching in an instant, it was as Hua Changlan said...
"It's too late!"
A sword comes east.
Qingju breaks through time and space, and the mysterious rays of rays bloom at the tail.
When I reached the top of Lingyu Mountain, I saw only the familiar figure thirty years ago, holding the east.
But he hasn't held himself yet...
The ghost hunting under the command, and completely defeated the eight gods and swords, and destroyed them into nothingness.
The world suddenly became quiet.
Qingju arrived late and hovered in the air.
The whole world is focused on this broken sword that is not a famous sword but is better than a famous sword.
Qingju's sword hilt is wrapped with an extremely ordinary flax-colored thick rope. Jiantong is an ordinary iron sword five-ring style that you can see whenever you find a blacksmith shop on the side of the road.
The only difference between Qingju and the ordinary iron sword is the half-foot-long broken sword body, and the middle of the sword body, which should have been specially hooked by the sword-casting master, with a faint blue dragon thread.
"So ordinary!"
Qingju became famous thirty years ago and has become a household name.
It was not until this moment that the Five Domains truly saw the appearance of this broken sword.
But this ordinary iron sword with a short sword body that is almost the same as the hilt of the sword, is his only reliance on the sword pillar formation and the hunting ghost?
"I think it doesn't work?"
What is the sword pillar flavor array? It is formed by five chaotic artifacts and five famous swords.
Compared with Qingju, the ghost hunting became famous earlier in ancient times. Although it experienced similar experiences, it was a famous sword developed from an ordinary Horcrux, relying on time and fame.
Hunting ghosts, but it’s a senior!
Ten famous swords born and raised, and one senior who is the way of famous swords...
To Qingju.
The long lamp of the ancestral god without roots, the sharp ancestral god Hua...
To the Eight Lords An.
The bright moon shines on fireflies, and the highest level is judged immediately.
So Qingju came late, and Qingju only saw the last side of his master. Qingju was stunned, and the five realms could understand it.
But what the five domains cannot understand is...
Even though the ghost hunting had already killed eight swords, Hua Changdeng seemed to have seen a ghost, and repeatedly burst into tears, staring at Qingju and exclaiming in pain:
"impossible!"
"This is impossible!"
"How is it possible to do it, do it, do it, do it?!"
Qingju doesn't speak.
He used the tomb of burying the sword as his sheath, and hid the sword for thirty years, and also cried for thirty years.
Now that he is unsheathed, the first thing he does is to welcome the death of the sword-holder, and it has never shed a single tear.
Just trembled slightly.
“Buzz.”
...
Under Fusang City, the black chicken suddenly widened her eyes, and the broken sword...
What did he see?
This broken sword is actually like a person, using the sword-viewing technique?
If the eight masters know how to watch the sword, they will be the creatures of the sword.
Qingju View nothing, and existence comes from nothing, and the eight masters know "I" from nothing to something like a sword thought!
"By..."
Xu Xiaoshou suddenly realized something.
Hua Changdeng's continuous abrupt speech was not about saying "why", but he saw that this was the word "why" in the love sword technique, the love sword, and the mountain and sea.
Just like my two-life appearance, reincarnation depends on it. As long as I do not die in this life, I will never die in the previous life. Similarly, if the previous life is not destroyed, no one can directly erase this life.
This is "reliance"!
Mountains and seas depend on themselves, and heaven, earth, mountains and rivers depend on themselves, but there is a loophole. If the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers are erased, they will break off their anchor and become rootless duckweed and can be killed.
The reason why reincarnation can be superior to it at the superficial level is that it is based on its past life. Ninety-nine percent of people, even the ancestor gods, cannot master the way of time and transcend the way of Tao. Eliminating Xu Xiaoshou's previous life will greatly affect this life.
"Qingju" and "Eight Lords" use "sword" to "me", and "I" to "sword", and each other is determined and is yin and yang for each other.
Yin is not destroyed, Yang is not dead.
Sword, me.
This is the "sword me"!
...
"Shit."
In just a moment, Qingju Temple is in no way.
There is something out of nothing, the sword thoughts are entangled, and intertwined to form a human form.
After sacrificing oneself, giving up the spirit, and giving up the mind, I also sacrificed my eight masters under the sword pillar and hunting ghosts. I used Qingju as my basis to pull myself back from "nothingness" and "dream".
Use Qingju as the backbone and use the sword to reshape the immortal sword body.
The Eight Lords An and Qingju are no longer one left and one right, one yin and one yang, with clear boundaries, and they need to be held to "integrate".
They merged directly into one, forming a perfect zero... No, it's "ｏ"!
"Hua Changdeng, do you understand?"
"Twenty-one famous swords, the mystery of the sword ancestor, I can't show it to you, but you, what you want to see the most..."
Eight masters raised their eyes, as if they were seeing the ancestor god staring at him from abroad at this moment, and raised their sleeves slightly, "I think I have done it."
Dead silence, calmness.
No exceptions.
There is no Taoist rhyme and light swelling.
The mysterious image of Qingju's tail also disappeared after returning to zero.
After the Eight Masters reappeared on the top of Lingyu, they did not cause any special images between heaven and earth, as if he was an ordinary rock left over from ancient times to this day.
He was there.
He should be standing there.
There is no "extraordinary" point, no "attainment of Tao", and no "transcendence", so it will naturally not attract the attention of the thunder tribulation, and then use the catastrophe to destroy the law, destroy people, and destroy everything.
But……
"impossible!"
"It shouldn't be!"
Hua Changdeng was frightened and looked up at the sky.
In the sky above and outside the starry sky, there is indeed no great disaster of the ancestor god's destruction method.
The eight masters are just the eight masters.
He is just a simple combination of human and sword.
Before this, spiritual essence, magic, and life were dispersed, and in an ordinary real form, standing in front of oneself.
"I still can't understand?"
Eight masters smiled, walked forward, and opened their mouths...
"Shut up!"
Hua Changdeng suddenly went crazy and evacuated for several miles, "I didn't let you read it!"
Bazun An was stunned for a moment and then burst into laughter.
He bent down to capture a rock, but there was no spiritual essence, no magic, no sword intention, and the rock came naturally, everything was in line with the rhythm of Tao, as if it was supposed to be.
He threw the rocks into the lake...
Where is the lake in Lingyu Mountain?
Hua Changdeng widened her eyes, and the Five Domains were inexplicably frightened.
But as soon as the stone passed, there was indeed an extra lake in front of it, surrounded by white jade railings and several fat big geese.
The stone sank into the lake, and the big goose was startled and swam a little further while shouting, that's all.
“That’s all.”
Bazunan looked at Hua Long Lantern again, and his voice was a little heavier:
"Dao, that's all."
"The Tao is supreme, no lower, no high, no low, no action, and everything is done, so it is perfect and there should be no kalpa."
He went further.
Hua Changdeng's eyes were so angry that he retreated three miles later: "Impossible! Impossible!"
Eight masters smiled.
Hua Changdeng's pupils are dilated.
He is not the Eight Lords, he is the highest mountain that even the ancestors in the Yunshan Emperor Realm have not climbed!
Eight masters smiled again.
Hua Chang's pupils vibrate.
No, he is not a mountain, he is just eight masters. As he said, that's all.
Eight masters smiled again.
Hua Changdeng completely collapsed.
He saw the Yunshan Emperor Realm, the unattainable supreme mountain...
What's this?
What is this?
What is this ability?
Stone, Ehu, everything should not be there, if there is, there will be... Dreams? Great dreams for thousands of years? Dream ancestor? He has become the dream ancestor?
Looking at the mountains is a mountain, looking at the mountains is not a mountain, looking at the mountains is still a mountain... The combination of man and sword is not ordinary, but returning to nature?
No!
Returning to nature is impossible to be so "real"!
That kind of "truth" is "Tao", the ubiquitous "Tao", and there is nature, there is whatever you want, and there is something out of nothing.
It is not "true" or "Tao". The eight masters know no spiritual essence, no magic, and no life, so how can they create all this at will?
"what do you?"
Hua Changdeng's thoughts were messed up and became a mess, and she could no longer curb her own loss of control. Confusion turned into horror and hissing roar:
"Ba Zun An, what are you?!"
Dead silence is the Lingyu Mountain at this moment.
The eight masters who know each other are the eight masters who know each other, and the Qingju, and the eight masters who have the back of the back are the Qingju, and the eight masters who have returned to the zero and completeness are the swords.
"What am I?"
Bazunan frowned.
He tried his best to feel that feeling.
But he became unable to do Hua Changdeng, an ancient sword cultivator of the Five Realms, or to try his best to explain what "I" is for Xu Xiaoshou, who is observing "I" at this moment.
"I, just me."
Eight masters walked forward again.
Hua Changdeng grabbed the retreating pace tightly and looked in horror.
The eight masters' hands slanted, and Qingju appeared. He instantly smashed the sword and Qingju showed him.
The eight masters shook their hands and Qingju shattered. He held the East again, and then came east with a sword.
This is how it goes, and yin and yang are in harmony.
No place to go, and return to zero and complete.
"That's it, me."
"If you still can't understand it, maybe this will make you clearer..."
The eight masters of Anxieli Qingju suddenly had their eyebrows and eyes.
He stepped out in one step, and based on Lingyu, the entire central region was swept away the dazzling silver sword thought.
With a roar, the sound of Daojia exploded.
The eight masters raised their swords and stabbed them into themselves, their bodies disappeared, and the Taoist disaster disappeared.
"impossible!"
Hua Changdeng was in a panic and shouted in horror.
The demon ancestors from abroad seemed to be confused as well.
But at this moment, the sound of heaven and earth resounded, cleaning the world, giving people a burst of enlightenment:
"Break my body and spirit, and call the sword to open the sky gate."
"This is an immortal among the ordinary people, also known as the ancestor god."