Huhuhu~~~
The seven-colored trees cover the sky and the sun, as if they are shrouding the vast netherworld. Instead, they bring an unusual light to this cold and lonely world.
Under the tree, a group of monks sat facing each other, holding black and white chess pieces, placing and picking up pieces in a leisurely and leisurely manner, creating a scene of contentment.
Not far or near from here, a group of people were watching from a distance, some frowning, some looking solemn, some shaking their heads and smiling bitterly.
No one came forward. Even Sa Wuling, who was sighing, had a headache and seemed undecided.
Snapped!
Amidst the crisp sound of falling, Miesheng raised his eyebrows, glanced at Taoist Bodhi, who had a bronze mirror hanging above his head, his body disillusioned like a shadow, and suddenly sneered:
"Your disciples tried their best to save you, and even when An was about to die, they did not forget to fish you out of the years. But what's the use?"
He took a deep look at Taoist Bodhi, and his eyes fell on the bronze mirror for the longest time.
At the end of time and space, at the beginning of the world, he had been vaguely aware of the corpse and the shadow of the magical sword since he enlightened the 'Book of Great Dao'.
But seeing it doesn’t mean you can get it.
Even his so-called 'original deity' An couldn't really touch that knife shadow.
Even if he uses the 'heart mirror' as a medium to use the method of entering the dream world and forcibly reflect the knife shadow, he will still have to pay an extremely heavy price.
His fundamental will will definitely be severely damaged by the backlash of this sword shadow, and it is not even impossible for him to fall directly!
"Everyone has underestimated you. You have planned everything, including yourself..."
Facing the ridicule of his old enemy, Bodhi shook his head slightly and sighed in his heart.
An Qisheng cut down the dharma of all realms with one sword, dispersed the remaining shadow of the saint, and overturned in one fell swoop the order in which the saint had ruled all realms for hundreds of millions of epochs.
But the one who benefits the most is the destruction of life.
Now that there are no saints to restrain us, who else can stop the destruction of existence?
After all, there was only a wisp of shadow left in him, and even if he used 'Wudao Song' again, it would only be able to stop him slightly.
In the final analysis, the more powerful you are, the harder it is to kill, but once you fall, it is harder to reverse life and death.
This is the way of heaven.
It is also a great road.
"Huangtian is different from other realms. It may not be as special as the Jueling Universe, but it is definitely not comparable to other great realms. The saints of Huangtian have been in this world for endless years, and ordinary means can no longer break the situation..."
As the dust settles, the expression of destruction of life becomes more and more ethereal, and it seems to have a transcendent meaning:
"It's ultimately up to me to break the situation."
It's up to me to break the situation!
Bodhi is determined to refute, but looking back on everything from the past to the present, he has to admit that the destruction of rebirth is indispensable, even if his selfishness is there.
He was the one who dealt with the saints, he was the one who traded with the Starry Sky Tower Master, he was the one who ended the Battle of the Sky, he was the one who destroyed Sumeru, he was the one who enlightened the Heavenly Book of the Great Dao,
He was the first to notice the shadow of the magic sword...
"Pindao has something unknown..."
After a moment of silence, Bodhi asked: "I have omniscience in my hands. Even if I cannot see your plan for a while, I will eventually discover it."
At this point, he paused for a moment, then looked at Miessheng's indifferent face: "That sword killed Tailong and all the saints' Dharma. Aren't you afraid that you would be killed too? "
"Kill me?"
Miessheng nodded: "Although this sword is just a shadow of a magical power left over from endless years ago, even if it is reflected in a heart mirror, it can kill a saint, and it can naturally kill me."
The destruction of life is calm, and there seems to be no hidden intention.
"However, Mr. An has never held the sword shadow in his palm after all. He may be able to kill the Tailong who enters the world, but he may not be able to kill the one in the sky beyond the sky, the Starry Sky Building Master!"
Miessheng's expression had a rare solemn look. The person he was afraid of was none other than the Starry Sky Building Master:
"Even if he cuts out this sword, he will not die, but he will not be able to stay for a long time. If there is no more me, who can compete with those immortals outside the world?"
His tone was calm, as if everything was in his mind, but in fact, almost nothing that happened in the past seventy thousand years exceeded his expectations.
The only problem is Taoist Bodhi's "Song of Wudao".
At this time, the long sword wiped away all constraints, the saints could not step into the emperor's sky again, and I did not know whether I was alive or dead. I was finally successful.
Speaking of this, he glanced at the complicated expressions of the people in the Netherworld and said calmly: "After all, I am regarded as the ancestor. In the new era, Tai Chi can still be respected."
"But you will eventually do something to destroy the world... and I will have to stop you."
Bodhi's eyes were complicated.
Compared to himself, he has done much more to destroy the world. If he didn't insist on destroying the world, he would be willing to do so.
pity……
"If good and evil are rewarded, the emperor and heaven must be selfish! The moral laws and regulations in the world cannot bind the heaven and the earth after all. The heaven and the earth are unkind and regard all things as rotten dogs. Unkindness is the most benevolent thing!"
There is enlightenment in the tranquility of annihilation:
"Whether you are good or not, you are bound by common morality, but that is your weakness. You are not as good as me, and that's where you end up."
"Is it a weakness..."
Bodhi just shook his head: "You said that I was bound by common morality, but how could you not deviate from your original self?
Even without us, you still wouldn't be An Qisheng! "
Buzz!
The Seven Treasures Tree buzzed and shook, and in an instant, the Netherworld was overturned, and the boundless void rippled more fiercely.
The Fire Spirit Ship, which was hundreds of millions of miles away, was blown to the point of sinking.
"Um?!"
The Seven Treasures Trees were hunting and moving in the storm, Miessheng's expression finally changed, and his eyes were fixed on the bronze mirror.
Word by word:
"An! Qi! Health!"
Invisible air waves roared across the Netherworld, and there was no sign of ferocity. However, the entire world was shaking violently, as if it was about to disintegrate.
The expressions of Xie Qi and the others changed slightly, they stood up suddenly, issued magical powers, stabilized the netherworld, and rushed towards the Seven Treasures Tree with their fierce divine will.
"Two seniors, please be patient."
The two men looked calm and almost wanted to take action, but Sa Wuling's heart moved. He raised his hand to stop the two men's movements, and suppressed the screaming Gou Huang. His frown slightly relaxed:
"It's the teacher's breath..."
Buzz!
Bodhi raised his head.
The bronze mirror that pulled him out of the hole of nothingness bloomed with bright purple light, and a pair of eyes seemed to light up faintly.
It seemed illusory and illusory, but it was real. It swept across the nether world and finally landed on the old Buddha under the tree:
"We are born from the same roots, so there is no need to rush into each other..."
A slightly regretful voice overflowed from the bronze mirror, echoing throughout the Netherworld and echoing in the hearts of everyone here.
In a daze, everyone felt a vague and illusory figure walking out of the bronze mirror shrouded in purple light.
As it appeared, a warm and peaceful aura had already calmed the vibrations in the entire Netherworld, seeping into people's hearts and eliminating panic and terror.
"An Qisheng!"
The black piece between his fingers fell onto the chessboard, and a wave appeared in Miessheng's eyes.
To this day, the only person in the world who can make him feel uneasy is the one person in front of him.
He thought he didn't care anymore, but when he actually faced it, he still couldn't help but feel his heart throbbing for a moment.
This is not fear.
It's the momentary feeling of seeing one's own origin, or in other words, shock.
This is a feeling that no one else can give him. It has nothing to do with strength, only the origin.
"Over the years, I have always had doubts in my heart, why Tailong Taoist could cross-border and kill me in such a 'coincidental way'..."
In the purple light, An Qisheng's figure is more ethereal than that of Taoist Bodhi, as if painted by blue smoke, it will disperse at any time:
"It turns out that it was 'I' who told him myself..."
"But you're still okay."
As soon as Miesheng raised his hand, the wonderful tree of seven treasures that covered the sky shrank, and when it fell between his five fingers, it was as big as a fly whisk.
His eyes were filled with surprise and shock, and he already guessed something in an instant: "Yes, the King Quan Sword. The King Quan Sword still exists in the Jueling Universe... Well, my memory seems to be flawed, is this your back-up plan? "
As soon as he thought about this, Miesheng was suddenly shocked, not by his back-up plan, but by his own memory...
My memory is absolutely flawless, but something is missing...
"Extremely smart, as expected of me."
An Qisheng walked down, stood behind Bodhi, patted his shoulder, and looked at Misheng as if he were looking at another self:
"There is really no such thing as good and evil in the world. Even though Su Jie is a great man, he still has obstacles in his knowledge and vision. The method of the Three Corpses is only now complete..."
He killed his own soul, of course to avoid Tailong's prying eyes, but he also used the method of three corpses.
Cut off the good and bad bodies, leaving the ego attached.
However, the method of three corpses is inherently deficient. Even though Su Jie is an outstanding person, he does not have enough knowledge and is limited to good and evil.
But for true practitioners, the only difference is Tao, and there is no such thing as good or evil.
Miesheng's expression became serious, and his tone became increasingly sinister: "Do you believe in Lao Dan so much?"
"When all the demons of desire have been slain, the Dao can be achieved. Do you really understand what Lao Dan said..."
An Qisheng felt a little sorry:
"Who said you are a demon? How could I ever think of myself as the Taoist?"
It is also quite magical for An Qisheng to have a conversation with himself who has his own memory, cognition, and thinking but is completely different.
An avatar is different from a doppelgänger.
The incarnation's thinking cannot deviate from that of the original body, but the clone is like another living being with its own first half of life.
It was paradoxical but had the same origin, no need for any extra actions, just facing it directly, there was an indescribable touch in his heart.
"Tao, demon..."
Miesheng's body trembled slightly, and his heart surged.
Since his birth, he has known that he is not a complete individual and lacks the fundamental obsession of his own existence.
Instead, he is unwilling to accept that he is a demon and must be a stepping stone to his enlightenment.
This unwillingness allowed him to survive, but also made him gradually paranoid.
At this time, after hearing the meaning of An Qisheng's words and recalling the past, he seemed to be dreaming back to the Spring and Autumn Period.
I saw the meaningful look in the preaching old man's eyes again.
Are his words meant for me? !
When enlightenment arises in the heart, even if the mind is in the state of annihilation, all kinds of sourness and palpitations can't help but arise: "You mean..."
"I'll kill you and come out."
As the purple energy lingered, the bronze mirror slowly rose into the sky, just like the rising sun. For a moment, the darkness turned purple: "I no longer need you to come back!"
Everyone in the Netherworld looked up.
I saw a bronze mirror that bloomed like a purple sun rising from the abyss. In just a moment, it broke through the netherworld, illuminated the void and concealed it, and calmed the dimensional storm in the void.
Its light is boundless, spreading to the four extremes, illuminating the eight wastelands, the broken demon realm, the realm of heaven and humanity, the realm of animals, and even countless dimensional worlds.
In this purple light, it is as if the years have been reversed, time and space have fluctuated, and they have gone against the flow, destroying themselves and returning to wholeness.
"The purple sun rises and Yuanyang emerges! Patriarch, Patriarch! Patriarch recasts the heaven and earth! How lucky are the disciples to see the Patriarch recast heaven and earth!"
"The past cannot be changed, and the future is uncertain! The Patriarch has truly surpassed the Perfect One!"
"Ah! Patriarch, Patriarch..."
…
Countless people in all realms looked at the sky, perhaps at a loss or confused, but in the void, the fire spirit ship coming across time and space was boiling.
Even though they have seen countless records in classics, they still can't suppress the excitement and shock in their hearts when they really face the myth and witness the legend.
"The path above humanity..."
In a corner of nothingness, Ge Xiaoxian stood with his hands behind his back, letting the waves of time and space beat and drive him away without moving.
Unlike anyone on the Fire Spirit Ship, there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.
Countless people in later generations only thought that today was the time when the Patriarch attained enlightenment, but only a few people like him knew it.
This day is also the day of farewell.
After this day, Yuanyang will exist forever, but the ancestor is no longer there.
"If good and evil are not rewarded, Yuanyang must be selfish..."
Ge Xiaoxian sighed and bowed, his sleeves and robe hanging down:
"The younger disciple Ge Xuan bids farewell to our ancestor..."
As soon as he bowed, his divine will seemed to be compatible with the purple sun, and he saw the heaven and earth before the ancient times. In a trance, he saw the endless purple light shining between them.
The familiar divine court gradually emerged, and an extremely sacred figure walked out of the endless light, standing above the divine court and under the sky.
Fiddle with time and space, overlooking the vast world.
