The peacock soars into the sky and disappears in the blink of an eye.
Several big demons looked at each other and knelt on the ground together, with anxious expressions: "Teacher, this stupid peacock didn't mean to rush into you. It's really difficult for the demon clan..."
Several big monsters were trembling, but they still spoke, but their claws were nervously clasped on the ground.
No one knows the terror of the Taoist in front of them better than them.
In front of the chariot, the young man looked at the old Taoist, with a slight worry on his face: "Teacher, Peacock is just impulsive, you..."
The atmosphere was oppressive and solemn. All the disciples were trembling with fear and felt short of breath.
Only the child beside the veteran looked up at his teacher in confusion: "Teacher, where are you going, senior brother?"
"When the chicks grow up, they will eventually come out of the shelter..."
The old Taoist touched the child's head and sighed: "Let him be, let him be."
An Qisheng watched and felt the words and deeds of the old man quietly, and even the joy, worry, and sadness that emerged in his heart all appeared in his mind.
He cannot truly transcend time and space to affect everything in front of him, but he can understand everything that happens to Lao Dao at this time.
Because in a sense, Lao Dao is himself in this side of time and space.
"Thank you teacher."
The big monsters breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this, and only dared to raise their heads after thanking them respectfully.
The young man glanced at the big monsters and felt a little comforted.
After all, the teacher came from the same school. Although he seemed to be unable to deal with it, he never added insult to injury, otherwise the teacher would be really angry.
The consequences...
"All the ways in the world are headed by Taoism, Buddhas, gods and ghosts. The demon clan has been living under the human race for a long time. The peacock is proud and arrogant. It is reasonable to not want to follow the ancient path..."
A deep and thick voice came, and the scalper pulling the cart said slowly: "May I ask the teacher, where is the path ahead for us and the demon clan?"
Where is the way forward for the demon clan...
As Yellow Ox spoke, several big demons also looked at the old Taoist, with serious expressions and hope in their eyes.
There are all kinds of Taoism in the world. Taoism, Buddhism, Gods, Ghosts and Demons are regarded as equally famous in the eyes of many ordinary practitioners, but in fact, the demon clan is far inferior to the first four.
Not to mention compared to Buddhas and gods, even compared to ghosts, they are more than a step behind.
The most fundamental reason is that the demon clan has no saints.
In the ancient war, the demon world came from outside the sky, causing the heaven and earth to shake, and gods and demons to fight.
But at the end of the battle, the demon world was defeated, Old Man Tianhuang collapsed between heaven and earth, and the demon world's former name was no longer visible.
In the demon world, all the gods and Buddhas in the sky were forced into the "animal realm".
From ancient times to the present, who can endure all the great monsters?
The young man's heart was also moved. He came from the same sect, so he naturally understood the desires of these brothers, but in his opinion, there was no solution to this at all.
The existence that stands high in the sky shines brightly on the world like the sun, but it also regulates the order of heaven and earth. No matter how amazing and talented people are, they cannot fly in such a net.
"The road is all about fighting! Only when you reach the end, jump out of the realms, and are no longer among the five elements, can you be qualified to change the world."
The old man slowly raised his head and spoke calmly.
"The end of the road? How can we have this opportunity?"
The young man's eyes suddenly darkened, and the other big demons also bowed their heads and remained silent.
Six rounds of the sun are in the sky, how can latecomers compete with it?
"After all, there is an opportunity, and this opportunity is now!"
His eyes swept across the monsters and young men in front of him one by one, and fell on An Qisheng. He seemed to have a thousand words to say, but in the end, it turned into a short and simple sentence:
"For eighty thousand years, there will be no saints in the world!"
Eighty thousand years without a saint in heaven and earth?
An Qisheng's heart was shocked, and all kinds of thoughts suddenly appeared in his mind.
It was a cold and silent, chaotic void where nothing seemed to exist, and one side was shining like a golden sun outside the boundless void.
Many figures are visible.
Those figures are sitting, lying or standing. Their bodies and faces are invisible, but they have a boundless and powerful aura.
Facing these six figures in the distance is a sea of starlight that stretches for countless billions of miles.
'Xingkong Louzhu...their fight is not over yet! '
An Qisheng's mind condensed, and his previous guesses were completely confirmed.
During the Phoenix Emperor's battle to conquer the sky, why did all races and spirits dare to take action and follow the Phoenix Emperor to conquer the Emperor's sky? Why did Sa Wuling leave after being released from seclusion?
The fundamental reason is that there is no saint in heaven and earth!
It was precisely because the Starry Sky Tower Master restrained the six great saints from outside the sky that the Phoenix Emperor's battle against the sky took place.
Otherwise, even a divine beast like Fenghuang who controls the power of creation would never be able to challenge the six saints from ancient and modern times who are fishing on the long river using Tao as bait!
Even among them, there are conflicts.
"Eighty thousand years!"
In front of the chariot, several big demons looked at each other, feeling relieved, and the young man's eyes gradually lit up.
The old scalper raised his head, thoughtfully.
Phew~
In the breeze, An Qisheng quietly watched the master and apprentice in front of him question and answer.
In the true sense, the magical power of incarnation is the ability to create an incarnation that is completely different from one's own thinking and cognition.
Such magical power seems simple, but in fact it is extremely difficult, because even he cannot deduce anything beyond his own knowledge.
Naturally, there is no way to create such a clone.
But at this time, the old Taoist in front of him seems to be independent of himself. There may be great similarities in appearance, but the core is very different.
"That's it for today."
After a long time, the old Taoist waved his hand for the disciples to retreat.
"yes."
Although the disciples were reluctant to leave, they did not dare to neglect them. After saluting respectfully, they slowly retreated, looking back from time to time. After a long time, they strode away.
The old man got out of the carriage and walked unhurriedly to An Qisheng.
One step away, yet seemingly thousands of years away. The old Taoist stared at the void in front of him, seeming to see it, but seeming not to see it. After a moment, he spoke:
"I lost."
He spoke very calmly, seeming to be talking to himself and feeling emotional.
There is nothing more frustrating in the world than being able to foresee that you are destined to fail, but he doesn't seem to care and doesn't want to change.
A step away, An Qisheng was also staring at Lao Dao, looking at the incarnation that was very different from his own. After a long time, he nodded: "I understand."
Although most of the key points in Fenghuang's battle against Tian were wiped out, it can be seen in the end that it was indeed a failure.
The old Taoist in front of me has been planning for many years, uniting the human and demon clans, awakening the Phoenix Emperor, and reviving the world, and has done everything he can to the extreme.
But in the end he failed.
In the breeze, the old Taoist stood with his hands behind his hands, looking into the void, as if he had seen through endless years, time and space: "When one thing is destroyed, another is born. I may have failed, but they have not failed yet."
An Qisheng looked into Lao Dao's eyes, and vaguely seemed to see many mirror images in his eyes.
In a daze, there seemed to be thousands of figures changing in front of his eyes.
There are gods, demons, monsters, and humans. There are Taoists who stand high on the Taoist platform, there are old monks who sit in Buddhist temples, there are demon kings who are entrenched in one place, and there are monks who walk around the world.
There is no body, the spirit body submerged in the sword, but also a glimmer of light hovering in the sea of others' hearts.
There are veins rooted in the earth, and there are white clouds floating in the sky.
have.....
Thousands of figures kept changing, and finally, they all raised their heads, and a pair of extremely familiar eyes seemed to travel through time and space through the void.
Looking at An Qisheng!
boom!
The old Taoist slowly raised his head, and saw a wisp of ink coming from the horizon. Suddenly, the sky was completely black, and the invisible cold wind came along with the electric dragon running between the sky and the earth.
The blowing made the grass and trees on the ground rustle.
The damp air was accompanied by looming raindrops hitting his face.
"The wind is blowing, it's time to go..."
The old Taoist shook his head slightly, stepped onto the chariot, and disappeared into the darkening sky along with a low and long cow cry.
...
Click!
Looking at the stone tablet with a ferocious crack in front of him, Gong Yangyan couldn't help but twitched his face: "Door, the owner..."
"If the old doesn't go, the new won't come. It's good to take this opportunity to change."
An Qisheng slowly retracted his palm, turned around, and walked towards the outside of the mountain: "You should go back to the mountain first."
"Walk?"
Gong Yangyan was confused: "You, won't you go back to the mountain?"
He was a little confused, not knowing what his sect leader wanted to do. He clearly said he wanted to go back to the mountain, but when he reached the foot of the mountain, he changed his mind?
"You go ahead, I'll be right back."
Turning his back on Gong Yang Yan, An Qisheng raised his head, and dots of scarlet overflowed from his eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose, and in an instant, they went back against the current.
But a pair of eyes glowed with red, showing that they were traumatized.
"Huh?"
At this moment, the three-hearted blue soul boy in the sea of mind noticed something, raised his head suddenly, and was suddenly startled.
I saw in the nothingness in my heart, a torrent of messages coming from nowhere, rolling down like the Milky Way bursting its banks.
Fortunately, it was shocked.
It has never seen An Qisheng harvest so much information at once!
The shock was followed by joy. It didn't care where the messages came from. It exclaimed and rushed forward, slamming into the torrent of countless messages.
It was like a gourmet who had been hungry for countless years saw a mountain of delicacies.
"Tao, Buddha, gods, ghosts, demons..."
On the void of the sea of mind, An Qisheng gathered his thoughts, overlooking the torrent of information, and discerned the various Taoist aggregates in it.
The soul that killed itself before coming to this world was not in vain after all.
This torrent of information is clearly the incarnation of the soul that he has killed. He has searched and understood all kinds of information, magical powers, and Taoism in all time and space!
"Oh!"
Suddenly, the three-hearted blue soul boy jumped out of the rolling torrent, screamed as if he was electrocuted, and ducked away in embarrassment.
Looking again, I saw in the quiet sea of mind, a round moon-like ancient bronze mirror, which had risen into the sky at some point.
Between the buzzing and turning, it turned into a huge alchemy furnace with three legs, two ears, five colors intertwined, nine orifices and eight holes!
The torrent of messages rolling down like the Tianhe bursting its banks, suddenly poured into the alchemy furnace from various holes, entangled by an invisible force.
Faintly, there seemed to be fire!
That is, the fire of supernatural power, the light of the collision of thoughts, the light of the Tao aggregate that is about to emerge.
