As Zhao Xun finished speaking, the narrow and deep corridor suddenly fell downwards, and the soft and warm light quickly filled the area. They seemed to have returned to the beginning, when they had to make a choice in front of the eight giant gates. But at this moment, there is a piece of clear shallow water under your feet, but there is only the only door beside you.
Wang Fuxun was not a dull person. She blinked thoughtfully and understood what Zhao Chun meant: "Following one's heart is exactly what Taoist friends say."
"The solution to this level has nothing to do with the heart of patience." Zhao Chun then stopped beating around the bush, "In each level in the Sutra Collection Hall, there are more than one level of secrets in the scriptures. If the monks can solve it in the first level, Once you have solved the last layer of the mystery, you will no longer feel confused when you reach this point.
"There is an eight-character motto in the scriptures, which says: Observe and discern the true self, and follow the only mind. If you Taoist friends remember it, you will know that from the time we entered the underground palace, the shallow water under our feet can be seen by light without making ripples. Whenever we want to When making a choice from the giant gate, you can see your face if you lower your head. Huaizun is a great teacher and has many talents. Her original intention of setting up various levels has been made clear from the beginning.
"I have waited for three giant gates, namely the Gate of Bagua, the Four Symbols, and the Gate of Liangyi. If every choice follows my own heart and does not go against myself for various reasons, then this last level can be overcome. Self-destruction, and if you do something against your will, it will probably be considered a failure.”
"That's why fellow Taoist advised me not to go against my original intention, right?" Wang Fuxun's expression was clear, and it was hard to tell whether he was sad or happy.
Zhao Shun narrowed his eyes, raised the corners of his lips slightly and said: "Practice is not easy, I just hope that fellow Taoist will not do something that I will regret... But fellow Taoist can follow me here, and I have never done anything against my will. of.
"Then I can assume that what you Taoist did today was all from the sincerity."
Her tone gradually became colder, and her voice also sank. At this moment, Wang Fuxun finally faced the sharp edge of the person in front of her, and truly felt the power of being able to surpass everyone and win the tenth place on the ranking list.
Zhao Shun is also an arrogant person. This kind of arrogance is different from Wang Fangjing's eagerness to be the first in everything, and also different from Chen Chaosheng's reticence. Her cold arrogance is a kind of indifference that rejects others thousands of miles away. He didn't take the lead, and he didn't talk too much with fellow monks. All this was because Zhao Chun thought it was not necessary, so he didn't do it.
If they were not from the same clan, Zhao Chun would not even be so polite to these people, nor would he tolerate Wang Fuxun walking the same road with her.
The surrounding scenery gradually began to collapse again, as if the illusion faded, revealing the real place. From this position, you can see the majestic palace in the center, with a rainbow bridge and a waterfall. There are continuous attics on both sides, connecting the east and west halls, and the jade towers are stacked up and down.
The great master Huaizun sat here, and at the same time, seven of his disciples died with him. Therefore, outside the main hall, you can vaguely see seven interconnected halls, all of which have eaves and brackets, giving them an extraordinary momentum.
Someone's voice gradually floated in their ears. Perhaps after the illusion of the giant gate disappeared, the monks who had successfully passed the three levels also came to the real underground palace one after another. In their voices, one could see that they were overjoyed. Thoughtful, there was also a heavy treasure in front of me, and I unconsciously took a heavy breath.
Amidst the mixed noises, the short blade spinning like a flywheel tore through the sky, emitting a short sharp buzz, while the sound of the long sword became clearer and cleaner, with only a "clang" sound blown up by the long wind.
Needless to say, it was difficult to fight or even kill Zhao Chun, who was ranked tenth on the most popular list. Even though Wang Fuxun thought she was well prepared, at this moment she was still sweating and her heart was beating like thunder!
She could feel the aura in her body rising steadily, just as Wang Fuxun told her before taking action.
"Although only True Infant monks are allowed to enter the entrance to the underground palace, once you reach the depths of the underground palace, the restrictions will not be so strict," Wang Fuxun said with a smile, her tone was extremely sure, and seemed to have a layer of difficulty that was difficult to detect. The meaning of coaxing is, "There is a seated body of Dongxu Great Power inside, and those who died together with Huaizun back then were also her seven disciples of the divine realm. Such a number of seated bodies exist in Here, it is impossible to impose many restrictions.
"If Huai Zun doesn't want monks above the True Infant to enter, he can only use more means at the entrance. When you and Zhao Xun enter the depths of the underground palace, the drop of blood I entrusted you to swallow will It will naturally dissipate into your magic power. I know what you are worried about. No matter how powerful Zhao Chun is, he can only reach the realm of true infants. But with the help of different blood, the true energy in your body will be comparable to that of an external monk. Killing Zhao Chun will not be possible. It’s going to be a difficult thing…”
Wang Fuxun has never felt such a huge power in his body. She felt that she could crush mountains and rivers with her hands, and a heroic spirit that surpassed all living beings was rising in her chest and abdomen. The drop of blood as thick and black as ink dispersed into the meridians, and her true energy seemed to be filled with a layer of strange things, attacking her body like a storm, and even smashed her Dantian into pieces, telling Yu that The price of her great power is not light.
And all of this was something Wang Fengyan had never mentioned when he handed the blood to her.
But she was not surprised by this. Wang Fuxun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this would save a lot of effort.
The flywheel shuttled like a shadow, shattering the sword energy in an instant, and came straight towards Zhao Chun!
The body-protecting sword collided head-on with the flywheel. The wind, which could almost be said to be indestructible, was torn apart by the rotating short blade, causing a burst of piercing explosions. Zhao Xun's pupils shrank, and he immediately swung his long sword to cut off the short blade. Down, in an instant, only two sharp lights could be seen intertwining with each other. A dazzling golden light suddenly emitted from the long sword, and the short blade quickly broke and disintegrated in a burst of crackling sounds!
Zhao Xun spun around and retreated tens of feet. On the arm that had previously held the sword, even the skin and flesh showed signs of bursting, and faintly visible blood stars!
This was not because she blocked the opponent's method, but because the short blade was far less hard than the long ember, it could not withstand Wang Fuxun's sudden surge in power and could only break and shatter!
And this power will never stop at the True Infant!
The world here is extremely vast, and there are countless mysterious objects. If there is a magical object that can lift Wang Fuxun to a whole realm, and is not inferior to a real external monk, then today's situation will indeed be extremely difficult and dangerous...
If the external monk wants to kill the real baby, he can crush the opponent to death with just a few moves of his fingers without any effort. This is because the two sides are at different levels in the Tao. The difference between them is not the strong and the weak, but the difference between a man who flies to the sky and escapes from the earth, and an ant.
Did Wang Fuxun really touch this barrier?
Zhao Shun's breathing gradually calmed down, and a hot and powerful breath that could almost burn out all things rose out of the air. Behind her, there seemed to be a golden red round sun breaking through the clouds. This was not her power, this was the power of the True Yang. The will of the Lord——
Hai Qing’s will of Tao!
(End of chapter)
