In the continuous rumbling sound of mountain cliffs collapsing.
Chen Kuang's laughing voice was affected by the unfolding of the "Dao Domain" and was still clearly audible.
If the many practitioners who came to watch before were just curious about Chen Kuang's ending, or to put it more unpleasantly, they were actually curious about how this guy who dared to go against the Martial Saint would die.
But at this moment, everyone was shocked and showed a hint of emotion.
This guy, after witnessing the terrifying power of the Martial Saint to split two gorges with one punch, could he still smile and recite poetry in the face of such an astonishing momentum? !
Just looking at this scene from a distance, they instantly lost their courage.
If they were allowed to stand in front of Mu Zhao now, they would probably be forced to kneel down under the pressure...
Not to mention being his enemy!
Chen Kuang's smile immediately made them feel shocked and even vaguely ashamed of themselves.
Even though Chen Kuang's cultivation level is actually not as good as theirs, at this moment, they seem to see the shadows of those geniuses they have seen and heard in the past!
In contrast, the appearance of the great Kunpeng demon was equally shocking.
But because many people had heard about Chen Kuang's deeds of sacrificing a human head to the "Lake Dragon King" before, they felt a sudden realization at this moment.
It turns out that this "Lake Dragon King" is actually Kunpeng!
They were secretly stunned. At first, everyone thought that Chen Kuang was just a small chess piece under Huo Hengxuan. Unexpectedly, now he is becoming more and more mysterious and difficult to understand...
Among these practitioners, the one with the best view was an old man with a jade flute hanging from his waist.
This old man was dressed in a purple robe with dark patterns and a jade-studded forehead bandage tied around his head. If his long snow-white hair and fine lines at the corners of his eyes hadn't revealed his age, he would have been dressed like an aristocratic young man.
However, even though this old man is quite old, his appearance and temperament are still good, and he must have been cool and unrestrained when he was young.
The old man in purple robe was sitting on the stone peak, stroking the jade flute around his waist, hesitating:
"If he can survive, he will become a great person in the future. In addition, he has a close connection with Brother Mengquan..."
He murmured to himself: "But if you offend Martial Saint because of this, I, Tianyin Pavilion, will probably have to pay a big price, and the gain will not be worth the loss."
The jade flute in the old man's hand exuded a faint brilliance, and the mood of following the master flickered, making it difficult to calm down.
Suddenly, he frowned again: "Passing on to the 'Dao Domain'? Isn't this nonsense?!"
"No matter how powerful Chen Kuang is, his physical body is only in the Climbing Tower Realm. The 'Dao Realm' is more than just a realm that is independent of the rules of heaven and earth."
"If you want to control the 'Dao Domain', you must first endure the changes in the rules."
"If your cultivation is not strong enough, you will end up being swallowed up and crushed by the 'Dao Domain'!"
The rules of this world have long been fixed, and people live in them just like fish in water.
Fish in the deep sea have long adapted to the high-pressure and dark environment. Once they are fished out and enter shallow water, they will die immediately, and vice versa.
And people, or practitioners, are the same.
"Dao realm" represents an area where the rules have been changed. In this area, people are like deep-sea fish entering shallow water.
There's almost only one way...and that's death.
Even if Chen Kuang is not killed by the Martial Saint, he will be killed by the "Dao Domain".
Finally, the purple-robed old man sighed and loosened his hand on the jade flute...
…
On the other side, for the two people in Liberty Mountain, the focus is somewhat different.
Lin Eryou turned his head to look at the grand scene of Kunpeng piercing the clouds in the distance, his pupils tightened, and he couldn't help but stand up:
"This poem...!"
Zhang Zhizhou was still holding a white seed in his hand, which was also hanging in the air at the moment, with a surprised and weird expression on his face.
Lin Eryou turned around and saw his senior brother's face, and knew that he was right.
He twitched the corner of his mouth and said with some uncertainty: "Senior Brother, Chen Kuang's poem seems to have indeed... produced a fleeting talent, right?"
Zhang Zhizhou was silent for a moment and nodded.
"hiss--"
Lin Eryou bared his teeth and took in a breath, losing his image at all.
But you can't blame him at all.
He believed that even if the Master came in person today, he would be stunned for a moment when he saw this scene...
The reason is for no other reason than that the cultivation method at Liberty Mountain is very special, and what is cultivated is knowledge, or in other words, "talent".
Just as Xuan Shen Dao sect respects "morality", Free Mountain respects "knowledge".
The deeper the knowledge, the more recognized it will be by heaven and earth. In this way, one can cultivate a ray of "talent" to acquire and display various magical abilities.
But the premise is that you need to be "enlightened" first before you can create a "sea of learning" outside the sea of knowledge to preserve your talents.
This is a completely independent system. Just like music cultivators and sword cultivators, each has its own unique set of skills. Except for the disciples of Freedom Mountain, it is impossible to have such a thing as "talent".
Otherwise, among mortals, there are many people who can directly rely on their own talents to achieve enlightenment.
However, at this moment, a phenomenon beyond cognition truly appeared before his eyes.
Chen Kuang, this practitioner is not a disciple of Freedom Mountain.
The poem he recited unexpectedly triggered the emergence of a hint of talent!
Lin Eryou was in disbelief. Wasn't this just something created out of nothing?
Or maybe, this Chen Kuang is actually the illegitimate son of the master... Ahem, okay, this is unlikely, but the disciples who secretly collected him outside can't escape.
Zhang Zhizhou was not that surprised. He seemed to have remembered something and said in a deep voice:
"This is possible... Master once told me before that talent is not something that can be cultivated, but is a 'path' opened up by a great master of Shenliao Realm named 'Confucian' in ancient times."
"After his death, the 'domain' and will merged into heaven and earth, and became one of the rules. Only in this way can we, the future generations of disciples, possess 'talent'."
"Otherwise, wouldn't all this 'talent' come out of thin air?"
Lin Eryou was stunned. This was the first time he heard this statement.
ginseng...
This is a realm above saints and does not exist in this world.
After the end of the "War of Hunting Heaven" in ancient times, the Taoism declined and fell into troubled times and strife. The practitioners actually declined more and more.
After that, almost no one could get a glimpse of "Shen Liao".
The only practitioner who was ever considered to be closest to the realm of Shen Liao was the Sword Master who had already sat on Mount Xushi.
It's a pity that the last person failed to realize the Great Way of Shenliao before he died.
"The will merges with heaven and earth..."
Lin Eryou murmured and repeated, and soon figured it out:
"What does Senior Brother mean, if this 'Confucian' senior can be recognized in the dark, he can also gain 'talent'?"
Zhang Zhizhou nodded, with a serious face: "Exactly."
Lin Eryou let out a long breath, feeling complicated and not sure what it was like.
In the past, he felt that Chen Kuang was really powerful, but because he had not yet touched upon his own unique field, he could only admire and envy him at best.
But what this sentence means now is that Chen Kuang’s poem is so powerful that it can be recognized by both heaven and earth!
As a contemporary disciple of Freedom Mountain and a leader among the younger generation, Lin Eryou suddenly felt a little unbalanced.
It's a bit itchy to the teeth...
But then again, this poem is indeed so good that it is obvious that Lin Eryou admires it from the bottom of his heart.
It comes from nature and is so heroic!
"If the wind stops and comes down, it can still blow away the water..."
Lin Eryou looked at the swooping Kunpeng with a complicated expression, and said: "I hope it is really just a temporary difficulty that prevents you from taking advantage of the wind."
"Snapped!"
Zhang Zhizhou suddenly dropped the white stone that had been paused for a long time: "Eryou, it's your turn."
Lin Eryou hesitated for a moment, sat back, glanced at the chessboard, and his expression suddenly turned bad.
Zhang Zhizhou's chess ability is amazing. Since childhood, he has played chess with Zhang Zhizhou and has not won a few times.
At the beginning of this game, he was feeling restless and already at a disadvantage.
But previously, his black pieces had already regained part of their advantage, and were about to take advantage of the victory and make a comeback in one fell swoop.
But when Zhang Zhizhou's white stone fell, he realized that the previous advantage was all caused by Zhang Zhizhou.
At this moment, Bai Zi, who had been silent all this time, finally revealed his ferocious murderous intent.
Lin Eryou concentrated his mind and picked up a sunspot while thinking.
Take a deep breath and let it fall slowly.
…
When Chen Kuang recited two lines of poetry, he was immediately inspired to "talk about poetry"!
The soaring heroic spirit in this poem suddenly turned into the turbulence of thousands of miles of wind and clouds, supporting the huge body of Kunpeng, no longer as if it was about to fall straight down like before.
Chen Kuang could feel that the body beneath him was not actually his senior brother's body, but an entire "Tao realm" that had been transformed into reality.
On Kunpeng's back, Chen Kuang could see that in the huge fish body under the scales, there was no flesh and blood, but an endless sea!
Under the sea, there are clouds floating again, like a dream.
And vaguely, you can still see a small boat floating between the sea and the clouds, with the fishing fire on it swaying, becoming the only warm color in it.
This is the complete form of the "Dao domain" of asking death.
The various illusions Chen Kuang saw when he used Death Questioning before were just a drop in the ocean.
The moment Kunpeng dived, Chen Kuang felt a huge pressure pouring on him.
He had a hunch that if he rushed down like this and used the power of "Dao Domain" to collide with Mu Zhao, he would definitely die first.
However, he was also confident that all the damage he had suffered would be "transferred" to Mu Zhao, and all the passiveness that was activated in an instant would be enough to injure Wu Sheng!
Maybe it's not just injuries!
But after the passiveness of "talking about poetry" was stimulated, the artistic conception in the poem actually turned into two powers in an instant.
The first level is, of course, the indomitable spirit of "a roc rising with the wind in one day, soaring up to ninety thousand miles".
Under the blessing of this artistic conception, the power of the "Dao realm" of asking for death has become more and more solid, and it can almost reach the same level as what it can exert itself.
The second level is similar to the effect of returning to the light. When the life is about to be exhausted, it can burst out with several times more powerful power.
For Chen Kuang, this cannot save his life, but it is enough for him to leave an unforgettable memory for Wu Sheng.
Between lightning and stone.
Kunpeng fell like a cloud, and Chen Kuang finally met the figure's gaze.
I saw the whole figure——
That was not the body of the Martial Saint.
Chen Kuang couldn't help but shrink his pupils.
The figure was not very tall, just what a strong-bodied young man should be, about six feet tall, or in other words, a dark-skinned young man.
This young man has a simple appearance, wearing a light green turban on his head, a bundt, and even several patches on his clothes.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is certainly not the appearance of a Martial Saint!
This is simply another strange young man!
But the scary thing is that this young man's body seems to be congested with blood, with horrifying blood-red muscles gushing out and knots, and blood vessels protruding one by one, crawling like earthworms everywhere on his body.
The moment he raised his head, streams of blood flowed out from the seven orifices on his face, and his eyes were completely bloodshot, looking very ferocious.
The skin on his body was already like a balloon that was about to burst and explode, taking on a translucent form.
Chen Kuang was startled when he thought of what Shen Liangcai had reminded him, and then he sank.
The Martial Saint's body is still in seclusion and has no way to come out, but he chose to borrow someone else's body, use his own distraction to control it, and let this body gain part of its power.
But he didn't expect that the Martial Saint's fake body would be so evil.
Chen Kuang could even vaguely see the pain and struggle flashing in the young man's eyes...
He still retains his consciousness, and not voluntarily!
At least at this moment, this body and the consciousness occupying him at this moment are completely different.
But just for a moment, the look in his eyes turned cold and condescending.
This look was very familiar to Chen Kuang.
This was the look Li Hongling had when she looked at him.
It seems that these two masters and apprentices are really from the same blood!
Chen Kuang also turned cold and took a deep breath.
Tushita descends to the sky, the seventh level!
The white lotus supports the Buddha, the two dragons bathe the Buddha, the moon is draped in cassock...
Under Chen Kuang, a white lotus held him up, just like the lotus seat under the Buddha. Two dragon shapes were coiled around his arms, and a mist-like cassock was draped lightly on him.
Looking from a distance, it looks like there is an enlightened eminent monk or the reincarnated Buddha standing there.
But this Buddha came not to save all sentient beings, but to destroy karma!
In his mind, the "Intentional Sword" was buzzing, and the high-hanging killing sword was getting excited. The dragon's gum held in front of him had already been pulled up by a string.
The spiritual energy throughout the body is rising sharply, transporting towards the "Dao Realm" to maintain its operation.
Kunpeng roared, siphoned the rivers, clouds and seas, and suddenly crashed downwards!
It’s like the sky is falling!
"Mu Zhao" spoke again at this moment. He raised his hand and said his second sentence calmly:
"I've been waiting for so long, is this all you can do?"
"Mu Zhao" slowly exhaled and made a fist: "If you are just a practitioner in the Climbing Tower Realm, then this has far exceeded my expectations."
"But if you want to be my enemy, you will inevitably be disappointed."
"Today, you can't hurt me at all."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Kuang's pupils tightened, and he felt the "whim" alarm bell blaring, and his energy and blood instantly rushed to his brain, bringing with him a trace of... instinctive fear!
"Mu Zhao" raised his fist, raised his head and faced Chen Kuang, his sound was like a bell, resounding throughout the world, rolling like thunder.
"It only takes one punch to kill you!!!"
Immediately, "Mu Zhao" really only threw one punch.
Punch out.
The sky and the earth change color.
In the dark night, there were flashes of light in an instant, tearing apart the sky and night!
It seemed like the entire sky was shattered!
Also shattered at the same time was the huge Kunpeng. Its cloud-like wings and body that covered the sky and sun all fell apart in an instant.
The sea water pours and the clouds disperse.
The "Dao Domain" collapsed instantly.
Chen Kuang's figure passed through the clouds and fell straight from top to bottom, like an insignificant dust.
"Mu Zhao" withdrew his gaze, his mood was waning, and he said in a cold voice with disdain: "Incompetent people, only full of tricks, actually killed my disciple, now I will punish the evil cultivators to serve as a warning to others!"
This was naturally said to the onlookers.
After that, he turned around and left.
"Look again...who is the evil cultivator?"
A laughing voice suddenly sounded.
"Mu Zhao"'s pupils tightened and he turned around suddenly, only to see Chen Kuang, who had fallen to the ground, patted the dust on his body and stood up as if nothing had happened, seemingly unscathed.
"You?!" "Mu Zhao" finally couldn't maintain his calmness, and an incomprehensible emotion flashed in his eyes.
"Bah..."
A subtle voice suddenly came from "Mu Zhao" himself.
He looked down and saw that there was an extra wound on his body.
His body was already stretched to its limit, like an inflated balloon.
All it takes is a prick with a needle.
"Puff! Puff! Puff!"
Many wounds appeared on his body one after another, the almost transparent skin burst open, and purple-black blood spurted out from the skin.
In an instant, it became like a shower...
All of these are injuries that came back from Chen Kuang!
It's not serious, but... humiliating enough.
The dignified martial saint was stunned when he saw such a scene, and his expression instantly distorted.
Chen Kuang stood up straight and said coldly: "Today, let's take a good look! Who is more like an evil cultivator!"
In an instant, all the surrounding clouds and mists had dissipated, and even the mountain peaks were flattened.
The appearance of the Martial Saint in the shower clearly fell in the eyes of all onlookers...
(End of chapter)
