Chapter 2089 It turns out that old dreams have become yesterday
Dou Zhao never felt that there was any insurmountable mountain top in the world.
Every mountain standing there is waiting for someone to climb it. And he is the one who can level it all.
This is not destiny.
He also never believed in the myth of destiny.
But... who else would it be than me?
The Tianxiao sword is horizontal in the air, the spine of the sword is like a mountain, and the blade is about to split the ground.
Douzhao's splendid golden body flew wildly, and this daydream world that accommodated endless delusions trembled under his sword!
Zheng Shao's expression was still bright, and his tone was even joyful: "Boy in red, you are very strong! I am hiding here in the Yin-Yang Maze and struggling to survive. The power I can mobilize is very limited, and there is a real possibility of being defeated by you!"
The ancient sages opened their arms to embrace this world, as if they were also welcoming the future.
The power of delusion has an exaggerated interpretation in this world. Or it rains suddenly, and the raindrops are like needles. Or the soil turns into magma, and the thunder moves on the ground. Even when it falls to the ground, it becomes the sky, and the yin becomes yang.
But no matter how the scene changes, how the wind, rain, clouds and snow alternate, that touch of gold is still bold and flamboyant.
He seems to shine eternally in this world of delusions: "Among all the unrealistic delusions, I am the only one that comes true. I will conquer the past now, just as I will conquer you!"
The earth rumbled and cracked, and a chasm opened up between Zheng Shao and Douzhao. The mighty starlight rushed out from the ground in the form of magma flowing, roaring in front of Douzhao like a bizarre dream.
Zheng Shao stood on the other side of the chasm and laughed loudly: "In order not to give you a chance to communicate, there is a specific rule that can only be informed at this time - the challenges of the Yin and Yang world are carried out together, and you must win at the same time, and
The error cannot exceed a quarter of an hour. Otherwise, the yin and yang will be transformed and the five elements will rotate, and we will always come back."
He was not proud, but sighed: "That's too tiring! After so many years after death, people still need to get up and work. I don't know how the current world will develop, but it is definitely not my ideal world.
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Dou Zhao raised his sword and charged into the Roaring Galaxy. The roar of the long sword prompted his question: "How big is the strength gap between you and Zhao Fanlu?"
"Although I don't want to admit it - there should be no gap between him and me." Zheng Shao watched Dou Zhao's performance with great interest: "How do you plan to control power and time? In order to reach an agreement with the boy in green as soon as possible
Do you need my cooperation to achieve victory?"
"I don't intend to control." Dou Zhao's unruly figure had already shot out of the galaxy. He smoothed the last distance with a knife and faced Zheng Shao. He raised the blade close to his head and said, "Although Jiang Wang is not very good, he can't do it either."
You are too far behind me. A quarter of an hour is too long. One breath is too long! Let’s see how many bones in your grave are worth my sword!”
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At this time, on the other side of the Yin and Yang world, Jiang Wang was facing the same problem.
Zhao Fanlu, who was wearing a black crown and black robe, had her eyes closed, her hands crossed on her chest, and she was lying flat in a black coffin, as if she was already asleep.
The coffin sank at the bottom of the dark water, vaguely indicating the end of this world.
And his voice echoed in the boundless sea——
"This is my midnight, I travel in people's waking hours. Young man, does life make you feel tired, are you about to wake up?"
Although collectively referred to as the "Yin and Yang World", the worlds of Zheng Shao and Zhao Fanlu cannot be simply divided into Yin and Yang.
Zheng Shao's world is a daydream world, filled with delusions.
Zhao Fanlu's world is an ocean of subconsciousness, and what is confused are the fragments of consciousness and the subconscious thoughts of living beings.
Neither of these two powers can be clearly seen in light and shadow, but they have their own strange secrets of the Yin Yang family.
Jiang Wang held his sword in the deep sea and looked around calmly, saying: "I never fell asleep. Why should I wake up?"
Zhao Fanlu's voice floated in the dark sea water, like a water plant that had lost its vitality: "A sober person is the most miserable person in the world. All the beauty in the world is not worth mentioning after seeing through it. No matter how beautiful the robe is, it will inevitably be hidden underneath.
It’s all lice. We always say it’s rare to be confused!”
"I don't care whether you are confused or not, I don't care about your attitude towards life. I don't try to change you, senior. Of course, I will not be changed by you." Jiang Wang said calmly: "I only know that no matter what fate gives
, I have to feel it clearly. I will welcome everything in my life, and I will face all my choices."
"What if your ending is death?" Zhao Fanlu asked.
Jiang Wang opened his five fingers and let his knuckles feel the sea. The flames still beating in the sea water swam between his fingers. He said in a declarative tone: "Let me know how I died, let me know how I died."
I'll see if I can save it."
Subconscious thoughts are often unconscious thoughts, but they are related to fragments of past life experiences.
In the ocean of subconsciousness, Zhao Fanlu was able to see the truest person, and he also showed the truest self.
"Do you respect us, the bones of the past, the dead?" he asked.
"I respect history, senior. It is everything in the past that has made the world what it is today." Jiang Wangdao: "Of course I respect the people who created history more."
Zhao Fanlu said: "If I tell you this road is blocked -"
Jiang Wang interrupted him: "Whether this road is open or not, I must walk it myself instead of hearing about it in other people's ears. I respect you, but I will not follow you. I have my own way to go."
Zhao Fanlu, who was lying in the coffin, slowly opened his eyes. His pupils were faint, with a hint of sadness: "Don't follow anyone? Even the sages?"
Jiang Wang extinguished the red flame in his hand: "There is no self outside me, and there is no other in my true self."
"So, young man." Zhao Fanlu asked: "Do you have any entanglements that you can't get over, or regrets in your dreams at midnight?"
"Whatever I want, I will fight for with my sword. Whatever I have dreamed of, I will realize with my own hands." Jiang Wang began to walk forward, colorful light and invisible voiceprints intertwined under his feet:
"It's you, senior - I seem to see that your old and unattainable dreams are all shattered here. Do you regret it?"
Zhao Fanlu couldn't tell lies in the ocean of subconsciousness, so he opened his eyes and shed tears. He could only say: "To successfully pass through here, both of you must win the challenge in the Yin and Yang world, and the error cannot exceed a moment.
Zhong - come on, let me see how you grasp the situation, let me see the genius of future generations!"
One after another, figures sat up from his body, walked out of the coffin, and walked towards Jiang Wangxing.
They were subconscious projections created by Zhao Fanlu. Some were holding compasses, some were holding books, and some were holding swords...
Almost endless projections filled the ocean in an instant!
In this vast ocean of subconsciousness, every subconscious projection of Zhao Fanlu can reflect part of his power.
They were flying so densely that the deep sea was three points darker.
"You underestimate Dou Zhao too much." Jiang Wang said quietly: "I don't think I have an advantage over him for more than a quarter of an hour."
Seeing and hearing create a wonderful harmony, and the colorful light interweaves into a pure white boat of seeing and hearing under his feet!
The world has never been the same since.
The ocean of the subconscious must also be covered by what we see and hear. All fragments of the subconscious must be clearly displayed.
I come, I see, I smell, I see everything!
Bai Zhou travels through the dark sea, crushing everything he sees and hears with his unparalleled domineering momentum.
The subconscious projections that came one after another were like the waves that kept hitting the sea, and they were easily destroyed one by one.
The boat of knowledge quickly crushed millions of projections, and its long tail line was like a sharp sword, cutting through the ocean of subconsciousness so clearly - in less than a breath, the boat of knowledge had already arrived at the dark sea and sunken the coffin.
above.
The white boat is facing the black coffin, Jiang Wang is holding the sword in the heart of the boat!
The legends of the world and the sages of ancient times faced each other in this situation.
Zhao Fanlu, who was crying with his eyes open in the black coffin, and Jiang Zhenren, who was calm and peaceful on the white boat...
Their eyes met, a hundred thousand years have passed!
Are old dreams a thing of the past?
Is the ideal impossible to realize?
Are all our efforts meaningless?
In the deep dark sea, such silent questions echo.
Jiang Wang responded with his sword, and then he cut him horizontally with his sword!
The sword in Zhao Fan's tearful eyes did not seem to have the image of a sword. It was infinitely magnified by the boat of knowledge, giving the opponent only a glimmer of edge.
Although there is a line, it is endless.
This sharp edge doesn't seem to be cut from the upper body, but rather seems to be imprinted on the body.
It appears before perception.
When you feel it, you have been struck.
The entire subconscious ocean is separated by such a ray of light... the sea opens to the sky!
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When the cave-level evil view in front of the white-clothed prince shattered into thousands of drops of pure water, the dark sky seemed to be raining - as if some of the sins had been washed away.
The remaining sword light is still extending almost infinitely, slashing towards the end of the field of vision.
At first glance, it seems as if the entire Niehai has been diverted by the light of a sword.
Chong Xuan Zun’s sword is so bright and clean.
And Kou Xuejiao stepped out of the turbid waves cut by the sword light.
"I found Qiongqi!"
Even if Leng Su was like her, after searching hard for so long, she finally found the world of lotus seeds where her goal was, and her tone couldn't help but feel a little more happy.
"Yeah?"
At this time she heard a voice ask.
It wasn't Zhong Xuanzun's voice.
Then he turned around and saw a man with poor appearance carrying a six-foot long sword on his back.
He is short in stature, but carries such a long sword.
He has dark skin but wears an off-white gown.
In short, he is a person who does not know how to cover his shortcomings. In other words, he is a person who does not realize that he has shortcomings.
Kou Xuejiao's heart began to sink. He felt a little cold for no reason. His armor couldn't withstand the cold, so he couldn't help but hold the Three Thousand Red Dust Sword tightly.
"I am Xu Ximing." The ugly man with the sword behind his back saluted very politely: "May I ask if the right protector of the Blood River Sect, Kou Xuejiao, is in person? I once told people that when I achieve the truth of the cave, I want to ask you for advice. I don't know.
Is now a suitable time?"
May there be no sin in the world, and may the swords of the Dharma be forged into plowshares!
Six-foot-forged plow sword, the first sword of Legalism.
Of course Kou Xuejiao recognized this forged plow sword, and of course he remembered Xu Ximing.
According to the speculations of several masters, the figure of Xu Ximing is very likely to be the representative of the evil ancestor of Bodhi!
Seeing it with my own eyes, even if she is a real person in the world and a strong person who has been fighting for life and death in the disaster water for many years, I can't help but feel a chill down my spine.
Threads of mortal world grew out of the hilt of the sword, entangled like a spiritual snake, and climbed up her arm.
Kou Xuejiao quickly calmed down - the Evil Ancestor Bodhi has been suppressed and sent back, and he cannot escape without calamity. Even if the Xu Ximing in front of him is really the representative of the Evil Ancestor Bodhi, Kou Xuejiao may not be able to kill her by force!
She turned the edge of the sword, and the strands of red dust flew behind her like a ribbon: "If you think it's the right time, then come and ask about my sword!"
Xu Ximing smiled unpleasantly and already had the plow sword in his hand.
"Then take my sword."
He held the long sword in both hands and dragged it diagonally behind him. In a slightly awkward posture, he began to run towards this side. Turbulent waves rose up behind him, and for a moment, it surged into the sky——
"Kou protector?"
The sound seemed to be far away in the sky, but it fell like a meteorite, piercing the sky like a meteor, and landed in her ears, becoming very clear.
Kou Xuejiao came back to his senses and met Zhong Xuanzun's slightly questioning eyes.
His voice is also the same as Zhanwang Dao!
"What’s wrong with you?"
Kou Xuejiao took a deep breath and looked around, but Xu Ximing was nowhere to be seen?
His eyes fell from Xu Ximing's face back to Zhong Xuanzun's face, as if he had come from hell to heaven.
"Nothing." She hesitated, then couldn't help but said: "Champion, did you just see an ugly man with a long sword on his back?"
"There are only two of us here." Chong Xuanzun said.
His words are always certain and rarely include questions.
Because he has absolute belief in himself. The truth he sees is the truth, and the path he determines is the right path. He will never let anyone doubt himself. Kou Xuejiao certainly has no exception.
Kou Xuejiao stood there quietly, in a daze for a moment: "Today's disaster is not peaceful, we might as well - as soon as possible."
She originally wanted to say go back first, but for some reason she changed her mind.
Chong Xuanzun said calmly: "It doesn't matter. Protector Kou is also very tired after exploring Huoshui for so long. You can give me Qiongqi's clues and return to the sect to recuperate first. I will take Qiongqi's essence and blood and leave."
"Let's go together, Qiongqi is not easy to find." Kou Xuejiao turned around and led the way. In the process of turning around, he quickly recovered his condition.
Before the calamity of evil comes, none of the three evil spirits in the sea of evil will be able to escape.
Xu Ximing is nothing to worry about, she really shouldn’t turn back!
"What's the matter?" Kou Xuejiao walked ahead without looking back.
"Are you okay?" Zhong Xuanzun asked again.
"What can happen to me after fighting in Huoshui for so many years?" Kou Xuejiao said firmly: "Take Qiongqi's essence and blood and leave."
Having guarded the Niehai for more than 54,000 years, the Blood River Sect's understanding of the Niehai is the best in the world.
For Kou Xuejiao, finding the Lotus Seed World is not difficult. For thousands of years, the Blood River Sect has its own set of effective methods. But finding a specific Lotus Seed World with a certain thing is definitely not easy.
There are too many worlds in Lotus Seed, and most of them are destroyed. And there are many dangers in them.
They once became the essence of disaster, and they also manifested this to a dangerous degree.
Moreover, all the lotus seed worlds are completely indistinguishable in appearance. If you want to classify them, you have to explore them and mark them with special methods.
Therefore, there is a saying - "If you don't enter it, you won't see the lotus. If you enter it, it's hard to know whether you will live or die."
Two real people in this world walked through the turbid waves and walked deeper into the Nie Sea. They separated the undercurrents, chopped up the whirlpools, and walked on the dark ridge under the sea. This is not the bottom, because there are still trenches and fissures, and no one can really explore them.
Cross the bottom of the sea of evil.
This is the highest mountain range in the Niehai Sea.
The already dim light of the sky was blocked by the waves, and not even an inch could be illuminated. The weight of the heavy burden on the shoulders made the steps a little heavier. Under the sea of evil, there was boundless darkness that was getting deeper and deeper.
But real people have their own truth.
On the dark ridgeline, walking like these two people——
The bloody armor is red, and the white clothes are sharp.
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