In front of the closed tomb, three magical artifacts were dull and dull, as if everything had been painted with a rest talisman. Could it be that Feng Yu's life has reached its end? []
When everything is quiet, the extremely small and low sound prevents the darkness from going to silence. It is a heart, and other organs have lost their vitality. Only it is still shrinking and expanding hard, repeating itself, maintaining monotonous and boring
frequency.
"What is Tao?"
The brittle teeth did not move, nor the stiff tongue did not move. Where is the source of the sound?
"What is Tao?"
The same voice, the same speed of speech, the same low voice, it seems to be self-deprecating, and it seems to be asking whom.
"The Tao is not the Tao, but the Tao is extraordinary."
Another voice sounded, and it actually came from the tomb, as if it was answering the question from the previous voice.
"What is Tao?"
The first voice was still asking persistently, as if he was not satisfied with the answer.
"The way is the way, the way of nature." The tomb gave a new answer.
"Tao, ruthless." The first voice finally stopped repeating.
"It is not the way, but the ruthless is the heaven."
"The Tao gives heavenly power, but the mistake is still in the Tao."
"There is no right or wrong in the Tao, but the heaven is short."
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The argument seemed to be endless, and two voices kept questioning each other's words. This was an eloquence about Tao and heaven. Every word was enough to be loaded into an epic, and every word jumped out
A serious framework.
"You are sophistry." The voice of the Tomb seemed to be angered, and there was a hint of irritability in his tone.
"Sowhistleblows the facts, and you can't refute me, it means that the facts are."
"Then according to you, what should we do?" The voice of the tomb gradually lost its anger by the other party's slow personality.
"I can't explain my words clearly, and you can't understand them. Only I can get out." Confidence, overwhelming confidence, made the voice of the tomb unable to speak for a long time.
"Don't you believe it?"
"Only people have never believed in me, and I have never believed in anyone."
"So they were all wrong, and they believed in the wrong person from beginning to end."
"Boy, you are the first person to dare to say such things to me."
"I don't feel honored, it's just a pitiful sorrow."
"You savage boy, I can't tell you. Since you say I'm wrong, I'll give you a chance to prove that I'm wrong. How amazing is my way of doing you?"
The door of the tomb slowly opened, and transparent light shone out from the gap. Carefully, the light actually merged with three thousand colors.
The tomb door was quickly closed, and three magical artifacts and the withered body of Fengyu all disappeared from the spot and were brought into the tomb by the beam of light.
The Tomb is a scene that makes the powerful people in the Emperor Realm wonder. Chaos, Primitives, Meng Hong, and the most famous vital energy on the list of vital energy can be found here, and the two clear and turbid energy that are older than Taichu are scattered everywhere.
Three thousand pillars with no beginning and no end stand in the middle of the tomb, and the Tao entrenched on it is pure and flawless.
The Holy Land of Daochu, the origin of the Three Thousand Great Dao, has always been in the mysterious place where legends exist.
The Glazed Pagoda and the Ice Emperor Mirror fell to the three thousand pillars of the Tao and began to absorb the original Taoist power to supplement the original source of the loss of the previous blow. Only Jiuyou Order hung high above Feng Yu's head, which seemed very good to the Three Thousand Avenues.
Disdain.
"You will heal you here and you will be healed soon. As for you to find someone, if your Tao is true as you said, far beyond me, then you will naturally get what you want."
After saying this, the tomb completely calmed down.