Chapter Five Hundred and Fourteen The Meaning of Existence
The old Taoist looked at the green calamity cloud in the sky. His body did not get bigger, but a kind of spiritual energy in him evolved outside his body.
A huge Taoist Spiritual Light formed outside his body. This Taoist Spiritual Light also raised its head like him, staring at the green calamity clouds in the sky. Even the eyebrows of this Taoist Master were full of emotion and sadness.
He is too old.
Although this calamity thunder saved his body from decay, his soul and his memory could not be restored after all.
He was so old that he could no longer remember which sect he came from, or what his name was. The older the memory, the more it was smoothed away by the years and removed from his soul.
He only remembered that there was a word "sui" in his name.
But he could no longer figure out whether the word "sui" was a word in his name or title, or whether it was a word with special meaning to him.
His friends, classmates, and everything in the past could not be remembered.
This is undoubtedly a very painful thing.
This kind of pain, like the years, caused more damage to his soul.
Perhaps only a monk who has lived for so many years like him can have the emotion he felt at this time, and can understand that sometimes the number one enemy that makes a monk die in the end is not the years, but the sadness that slowly forgets everything.
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Now that I can't remember anything, the pain and laughter I once had, the things I once remembered forever, the people and things that were once extremely important to me, have become unthinkable and have nothing to do with me.
This world seems to have become stranger than ever and has nothing to do with me.
Then what's the point of staying in such a world?
Living without interest, not even knowing yourself or why you exist, the more you live, the sadder you become.
In the only memory he has left now, the only thing he is sure of is that the fall of his fellow sects that he cannot remember, those companions who were much more powerful than him, and those monks with amazing talents, is because of that event that is about to happen.
The ultimate calamity that was prevented.
He can't remember exactly what he did in that battle, but he knows that he and his fellow disciples have paid too much, and he vaguely remembers that although the infinite calamity was finally prevented, it seemed to be with him.
Before he died, a fellow disciple who fought side by side once told him helplessly that the way of heaven did not exist.
Sadly, he no longer remembers that classmate who should be extremely important to him.
But for countless years, this voice that had been present in his subconscious kept reminding him that he had always believed in the words of his fellow disciple.
In his subconscious mind, although the supreme catastrophe was prevented, the laws of heaven had been horribly damaged.
Now he still can't remember anything more.
Those memories that were extremely important to him have been completely erased by time.
But seeing the calamity cloud coming as Wang Li said, he was sure that there was really a big problem with the laws of heaven, or that there were big loopholes and errors.
A monk like him who has lived for so long and has cultivated to this level knows very well that some monks do have unique methods that can affect and change the properties of some tribulation thunders, but what he can be sure of is that in a catastrophe,
This kind of tampering with the calamity thunder is equivalent to the most serious fraud and provocation to the laws of heaven. In the same calamity, it will definitely suffer stronger backlash.
Not only him, but monks who are stronger than him will think so.
Because there are countless classics that can prove it.
But watching Wang Li's third calamity thunder fall, and hearing that Wang Li seemed to have thoroughly arranged the next few calamity thunders, he knew that no matter what Wang Li had formed in his past practice,
No matter what kind of imperial law appears in the body, it is absolutely completely contrary to the law of heaven.
No one can circumvent the supreme laws of heaven unless he completely breaks away from this world.
Even if the real emperor wants to completely control and tamper with the tribulation thunder produced by the operation of the laws of heaven, it is tantamount to fighting a life-and-death battle with the laws of heaven.
There is absolutely no possibility of any compromise in the laws of heaven.
What kind of problems have arisen in the laws of heaven that would allow a monk who has not even truly condensed the golden elixir to tamper with the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder?
So under the operation of the laws of heaven with such huge errors and loopholes, how many fallacies and unreasonable existences have appeared in this world?
Thousands of years ago, the superposition of various mistakes would lead to what kind of terrible mistakes.
Of course he does not feel that he is the savior of this world, but no matter how many things he has forgotten, even his own name, he still clearly remembers that this is a beautiful world that all of them regard as a treasure.
As time goes by, even if his companions are no longer there, even if this world is no longer the one he is familiar with, even if he can accept the calamity directed by the Law of Heaven, he does not want to accept the calamity directed by the Law of Heaven that is full of mistakes.
Because this may also be a bigger mistake.
But how can we repair the errors in the laws of heaven and put the laws of heaven back on track?
This is not an area that his realm can touch.
But the more this happened, the more convinced he became that if he finally stayed in this Taoist temple, he should be waiting for someone like Wang Li to appear.
Cheaters who exploit vulnerabilities are able to discover the vulnerabilities more clearly than others.
The more a monk like him can invisibly escape the control of the laws of heaven, the more likely he is to follow the path of God.
He raised his head and took in the thunder falling from the sky.
The emotion and sadness on his face were eventually smoothed away along with the wrinkles on his face, turning into relief.
The torrent of Saint-Destroying Saint Insects with extremely shocking momentum suddenly started to throb in a strange way.
They are the principles of vitality that wander between planes. They are originally the planes and the remaining products after the planes were devoured. They are the remaining wills of many planes. They are also the broken wills that failed after those planes were devoured.
They are not accepted by all planes. They are always like greedy insects that want to pour into a fresh world to devour the power of this world. Their will is full of destruction, destruction and revenge.
They hate the failure of their predecessors, hate the new world created after their failure, and hate all the creatures in this world.
Of course, they were extremely eager to break through this space rift, but at this time, the insect flow at the front and the end of these holy insect-killing insects became chaotic at the same time.
The insect stream at the front felt that their enemies were rapidly becoming stronger, while the insect stream at the rear felt that the path they came from had disappeared.
The black abyss behind them disappeared.
A powerful law of vitality evolved by the old Tao across the void, directly covering the void and cutting off their retreat.
But in front of them, there is a substantial killing intent surging, so powerful that it even suppresses their desire to rush into the new world.
Wang Li suddenly felt that the power of the purple oil lamp in his body was activated again.
When the power of the purple oil lamp was activated, it seemed to feel that Wang Li's golden elixir was still changing, and seemed to "look" at Wang Li's golden elixir impatiently.
Just this moment of impatient attention, another wisp of purple true fire swept across Wang Li's golden elixir.
Wang Li's golden elixir was tempered again.
What shocked Wang Li this time was that his Jian Gang was already in the golden elixir. When the purple true fire melted the golden elixir, it also melted his Jian Gang.
Although his golden elixir has been tempered for a round, the change in his golden elixir is not very huge. However, his sword gang seems to have undergone amazing changes under the tempering of the purple true fire.
This sword gang completely melted in an instant, and even turned into a mist, but the moment the purple true fire disappeared, it quickly condensed again. Although the color was more mottled, the whole body was extremely crystal clear, exuding a gleaming brilliance.
This sword gave him the feeling that he had a sword made of unique divine iron!
"Whoosh!"
At this moment, a purple divine radiance struck like a sword light in the front torrent of the Holy Insect Killer.
boom!
The right half of Lao Dao's body was suddenly filled with purple energy, as if it was completely burning.
Half of his body was full of flesh and blood, while the other half turned into a snow-white skeleton.
In the void rift, at least 30% of the Saint-Destroying Insects were directly wiped out by his blow!
This is an extremely shocking picture.
However, at this moment, among all of them, only Li Youque was keenly aware that in addition to the overwhelming killing intent, this blow also had a determined intention to die.
Li Youque looked at the old Taoist blankly, and he gradually understood why.
For the most powerful monks, the real aging is not the physical body, but the soul.
The torrent of killing holy insects did not continue to move forward. They surged chaotically, as if forming a giant cocoon, forming a surging crystal cloud.
"Their laws can devour each other within a certain number and thus become more powerful."
The voice of the old Taoist sounded, and he said to Wang Li: "From now on, you use your imperial method and don't stop. I have to wait until all your tribulation thunders are over. Before that, I will try to suppress them. No
I will perish together with them."
Wang Li was shocked. He knew how powerful it was at the critical moment. He did not hesitate and continued to evolve the Ming Coffin Hand Seal with all his strength.
Countless underworld coffins appeared in that space rift, and densely packed underworld coffins appeared in the crystal cloud. They squeezed and stacked one after another, and finally countless underworld coffins piled up to form a huge underworld coffin.
, covering the surging crystal cloud.
"Don't stop."
The old Taoist was afraid that Wang Li would stop, so he spoke again.
Wang Li took a deep breath, and he did not dare to stop at all. He sensed that there were extremely powerful laws in the void that were constantly killing and colliding, as if two seas were constantly scouring each other.
(I usually have a psychology class on Sunday, so this is the update. Tomorrow I will try another challenge to eat an Oli, oh no, challenge a 10,000-word chapter.)