Living and dying together, this belief has long been buried in the heart of Taoist Master Lingbao. This is how Master cherishes himself and his senior brother. In this world, fratricide is no longer rare. In this vast world, this kind of thing happens all the time.
Taoist Master Lingbao knew that his master wanted to prevent the two brothers from killing each other, so he planted a restriction on them. This restriction means living and dying together.
Live and die together, as the name suggests, one person lives and the other person also lives.
If one person dies, so does one person. The lives of these two people are connected together. Avoid this fratricide. When one person is in trouble, the other fights to save him. Just because you save another person, you save yourself.
At this moment, Taoist Master Lingbao did not take action. Just staring blankly at the empty screen in the distance. He didn't take action not because he didn't want to help. It's because he knows that those levels are no longer within his reach. Taking action hastily can only become a burden.
Regardless of whether it's a god or a demon, anyone can kill him. Not only is it useless, but it can only drag the senior brother into the water.
Therefore, even though Tao Zun Lingbao was anxious at the time, he did not go to that world to fight the enemy with his senior brother.
But being anxious is impatient, and this anxiety is only for a short period of time.
As the senior brothers took action one after another to wipe out the indomitable demon and suppress the thirteen divine generals. Taoist Master Lingbao no longer had any fear of that terrifying power. On the contrary, I respect my senior brother even more. At the same time, I also felt emotional in my heart.
"Based on my senior brother's character and sincere treatment of me, even if Master did not place a ban on the two of us to live and die together, he would not hurt my heart, even if it is the best treasure in the world. In front of senior brother, he will not harm me because of this. Because senior brother will let me, and I will give in to senior brother." Lingbao Taoist's awe of Chu Cheng became more and more intense, and there was always a vague passion. One day, he will become as powerful as his senior brother.
He also firmly believes that it won't be long before he can become as powerful as his senior brother. Confidence, friendship, responsibility, wisdom, and other excellent qualities are integrated into one.
"Although this is powerful, senior brother will definitely not be defeated, and it is impossible to fall there. Those existences are powerful, but in the eyes of senior brother, they are just clowns." Taoist Master Lingbao shook his head and smiled.
That scene, as well as his obsession in that world, were all occupied by that figure at this moment. As a result, those things that really happened but did not exist disappeared into thin air.
His pursuit, his persistence. At this moment, I am not yearning for the most beautiful person in the world, nor am I pursuing the most beautiful person in the world, Zhou Youluo.
But follow in the footsteps of senior brother. That's it, nothing more.
Ling Dabao sat cross-legged on the ground, squinting slightly and raising his head slightly, looking at the empty curtain in the distance. Nothing remains of that empty curtain. No matter how far I look, I can't see my senior brother. The only thing that can be done is to wait patiently.
Just wait and see what happens, and wait for Senior Brother’s triumphant victory!
"Invincible! Our lineage will only be invincible!"
What he didn't know was what was happening in the painting at this moment. Chu Cheng dragged his injured body and walked step by step into the unknown.
He had been killing for unknown days and nights. He was exhausted from the killing, and no one was seen anymore. There were corpses lying at his feet.
Endless fallen leaves are flying, and they are already withered and yellow. This is the miserable scene of the world in this painting.
Behind Chu Cheng, from a distance, you can see the green mountains and the blue light of the lakes, but from this close distance, you can't hear the gurgling sound of the water.
Behind us, spring is coming. Thousands of flowers are blooming, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. It's just that everything there is motionless.
This is the world in Chu Cheng's painting, but the painting has collapsed. To be precise, there is no further dyeing of pen and ink.
This is due to Chu Cheng's lack of mental strength. He is exhausted and can no longer write. If I can’t write, how can I continue to live forever?
In front of him, there was only desolation and chill. The desolation is a patch of brown ink in all directions, and every drop of ink is filled with wisps of gray air.
This is the sad scene ahead. There seems to be a palace in front of it. There are no soldiers in this palace. This is an existence that once had a prosperous and glorious era, but at this moment, it is the end of the glory, and it is the eternal sadness after the great era.
Was there ever a big war there? This calamity ashes are spread all over the place, accumulating layer after layer. Even the storm can't wash it off.
Many people have never set foot there. Chu Cheng stood at the center of the two sides with a white line, looking up and looking at the turbid distance.
Faintly, shallow footprints can be seen. It was someone who had set foot there, and more than one person.
The footprints vary in size and width. A rough estimate was that there were about twenty people.
In other words, twenty people once set foot there.
Are these seventeen people the same Mo Chen Xiu back then? Or maybe the disappeared Martial Ancestor also set foot there.
"The Emperor's arrival at the pass was what I had hoped for in my dream."
He had seen it, somewhere far away. There is a fairy island there, the spring breeze is full of joy and the sound of the great avenues gathers in one place.
So, does that place... really exist?
Or in that dream?
"Is it what you expected at the beginning? The real chance of creation. It is not in heaven and earth, but in the painting." Chu Cheng murmured, with light shining in his eyes, and he had a clear understanding.
It is in this painting that there are no traces left in this world. Therefore, the world's pursuit is just a dream.
Talk about dreams, talk about dreams. There are many idiots in this world, and they are really just talking about dreams.
Now, some idiots have entered this dream. Stand in this painting.
This dream is very long, and the world in this painting is also extremely vast, as if it has no end.
In the previous battle, the indomitable demon, the thirteen generals, and the powerful men who appeared one after another were all buried under his feet again.
But the price was extremely high, and he was seriously injured and dying. But he still continued walking forward.
Chu Cheng was shaky, but after taking a deep breath, he still walked firmly and walked towards the ruin step by step.
He walked towards the center with a cautious heart. I don’t know how much time has passed.
When a gust of wind hit Chu Cheng, his body suddenly shook and he looked up suddenly.
Ahead, there is a shadowy figure, and it is empty.
Someone is sitting alone, as if he carries the sadness of eternity and the loneliness of this person. This figure was looming and vague. Everything in this world revolves around it.
This is looming, and there is a kind of courage that swallows up the whole universe and dominates the past and present.
Chu Cheng dragged the injured body. Standing in the blank space, confronting the dim figure.
