The seventh floor is empty and lonely, desolate and solemn.
In what seemed like a chaotic sea of smoke, a hazy figure was sleeping.
It's huge and towering, it's hard to see clearly, and it's hard to see clearly!
The only thing that can be glimpsed is the purple-blue thunder slurry in the sky.
Chains as black as ink penetrated the sky, endless chaos, vague and unclear where to go, seeming to entangle the huge shadow.
Chen Xiu took two steps closer and saw that between the thick smoke and clouds, there were almost endless floating lights, like stars in the sky.
Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, indigo, purple, all kinds of floating lights flicker.
Every flicker of light seems to contain a piece of heaven and earth. The light and shadow are mottled, interpreting endless stories in the world, joys and sorrows, separation and reunion, love and hatred.
They seem to be the history of the past, and they also seem to be pictures of the future, telling the bizarre world today, the past and the future are intertwined, and time and space seem to be blurred here.
There are changes of light and shadow on Chen Xiu's face, which appear and disappear indefinitely, seeming to be the ups and downs of thousands of emotions in his heart, how much agitation, how much anger, how much madness, how much tolerance, and all kinds of emotions.
Raising his head and looking at the huge and majestic figure, Chen Xiu finally hid the rebelliousness in his heart and covered up the burning flames.
The full-moon scimitar in his hand passed over his pulse, and little bits of blood bloomed on the earth like plum blossoms, moistening between the seventh layer of soil.
The golden vertical pupils between the eyebrows slowly bloomed.
The bright red thread of cause and effect fluttered into nothingness, mixed among the mottled spots in the sky, connecting himself and the earth.
At this time, the light and shadow change.
In front of Chen Xiu was a young man wearing Bagua Yin Yang Taoist robe.
He has a delicate face, but there is endless fatigue in the corners of his brows and eyes, as if he is full of exhaustion for himself and the world, and has an indescribable strange charm.
An extremely dark iron rope was wrapped around his spine, which melted into thousands of pieces and sank into the depths of the smoke.
Chen Xiu's eyes were glaring.
If he saw it correctly, this should be the dark chain surrounding Him!
"After so many years, someone finally arrived here." The young man spoke softly, his words gentle and vicissitudes of life.
Chen Xiu was about to speak, when there was a faint light and shadow flowing between his palms.
The Bagua is suspended, as if it has the manifestation of stars.
"It turns out that you are the Tiangang Star of this generation. Very good, then I can rest assured." The young man's tone was filled with relief, depression, and exhaustion.
Chen Xiu clasped his hands in his fists and said with a bit of respect: "Who is the senior?"
"I am the third generation of Tiangang Star, Guo Pu. It must have been two hundred years since I faked my death back then, right? Now, I can finally meet my descendants, and I can live up to your instructions." The young man said with great difficulty. He smiled and his eyes dimmed a bit.
"Senior, what is that?" Chen Xiu spoke softly, with a hint.
The young man raised his hand slightly and spoke cautiously and calmly: "Any nomination will be known to Him. All you need to know is that He is Heaven!"
Chen Xiu's eyes changed slightly: "I guessed it."
"I'm surprised that you can reach here with such cultivation." The young man spoke softly.
"I can still seal Him for twenty years. During these twenty years, He can play with the secrets of heaven, modify destiny, and impose heavenly punishments, but in the end he cannot do it himself! After twenty years, He will completely wake up. From the ancient emperor Zhuan Xu to the present, All seals will disappear completely. At that time, He will walk on the earth, take charge of all authority and legal principles, and recreate the ancient times, when gods and men walked on the earth and humans were vassals. You only have twenty years. !" The young man's words were low and his tone was calm.
Years of time and hard work seemed to have completely deprived him of all his emotions.
Chen Xiu nodded slightly and said softly: "Junior understands! He is for the heavens and the emperors of all generations. Even though the Dharma Body is immortal and undefeated for thousands of years, he is still the source of sin and died at seventy."
It has nothing to do with the wind and moon, and has nothing to do with the country.
Just because, from the very beginning, if I was unwilling to die, I would have no choice but to fight against the sky! !
"As long as you understand, I won't say much! I'm not confused, not flinching, not afraid. I'm much better than I was back then." The young man's eyes were full of exhaustion, even though the corners of his mouth were raised at the moment, specious. The smile also showed fatigue.
"I'm sorry for entrusting you with such a huge burden. It's a pity that I no longer have the strength to teach you. The cultivation experience of traveling around the world in the past, as well as what I saw, heard and felt, serve as some guidance from my predecessors. Come on. Everything can only depend on you. Don’t come here again before you achieve immeasurable Dharmakaya.”
The young man's words were low and tired, and with a flash of his hand, chaos swept over him.
Chen Xiu's vision began to become blurry and empty.
Endless characters, pictures, texts, and even paintings, roaring in the consciousness like the Big Bang of the universe.
At his last glance, he saw a huge body lying among the smoke and clouds.
Between the chaos, there seems to be a world, the Sui Dynasty, and many overseas territories!
snap——
The turtle shell fell to the ground.
Chen Wu had messy hair, white temples, and bright red orifices. He stared at the sky and suddenly laughed loudly.
"That's it! That's it! Heaven, it turns out that we are just like us! What Chen Xiu said is true!! It's interesting, it's really interesting!! It turns out that we are all chess pieces!!"
"Magic masters of all ages, no matter how they struggle and steal the secrets of heaven, are still on the chessboard, they are still chess pieces!! Hahaha, it is interesting to jump out of the chessboard and use the world as a chess game!!"
The chaotic smoke swallowed him up, and only wild laughter echoed in the void.
...
The light and shadow floated, and Chen Xiu's figure fell between a rice field.
He felt the vast information in his memory and rubbed his temples slightly.
From astronomy and geography, to ancient and strange beasts, the secrets of many sects, the magical weapons handed down from ancient times to this day, and many secrets are chaotic and complicated.
This is Guo Pu, the second generation Tiangang, who has learned everything over nearly a hundred years.
If it were replaced by volumes of classics, there would probably be nearly hundreds of thousands of thick volumes.
Even if Chen Xiu's power of soul is not inferior to the sixth level of Xiaoyao Tianjing, it still takes a long time to digest.
An ultimate sense of helplessness wanders through the meridians.
Gang Qi is gone at this moment!
Chen Xiu struggled to stand up, his eyes falling on the stream beside him.
The temples are gray and slightly worn.
"A hundred years of life is gone. So, I should still have two hundred years to live, right?" Chen Xiu joked a little self-deprecatingly.
When we walked out of the rice fields, it was already late at night.
His steps were very slow, and the feeling of weakness still remained.
Every step he took was shaky.
"My child, is your body okay?" A slightly gentle voice sounded. The old man driving the oxcart supported the shaky Chen Xiu and asked with concern.
"Thank you, it's okay." Chen Xiu chuckled.
I haven’t experienced this feeling of powerlessness for a long time.
"Haizi, I see you are in such poor health. How will you get a wife in the future? Why don't you come with me to see the guru. Maybe a bowl of talisman water will make your health better." The old man was very worried. Say it?
Guru?
Fu Shui?
Chen Xiu raised his head slightly: "Which guru is it?"
"Who else can it be? Of course it's the master of Wusheng Cult!"
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