Facing the overwhelming pressure, Chang Ming could feel the enveloping breath of death more clearly than ever.

He knew that he had no strength left, that he was unable to recover, but he completely relaxed. His consciousness entered an indescribably mysterious state, separated from his body, and floated on top of his body, watching the opponent's attack advance inch by inch, and all his movements were instantly slowed down. With a speed visible to the naked eye, his body can't dodge it, but his consciousness can easily see through the opponent's intentions—

The young master not only wanted to kill him, but also wanted to completely destroy his spiritual consciousness, making his soul shattered, and he would never be able to stand up again.

Changming knew this clearly, but his seriously injured body couldn't keep up with the reaction of his consciousness, and his end was almost predictable.

He was neither sad nor happy, almost witnessing all this happening from the perspective of a bystander.

Looking back on my life, except for Yun Weisi, there is nothing I can't let go of.

Just like everything in the world, all endings must be endless chaos.

Come from everywhere, go everywhere, Daluo Jinxian, traffickers and pawns, everything is like this.

The so-called ascension to immortality is just a breakthrough from one realm to another, even immortality, which is also relative.

The sea has been changed for thousands of years, but Yu Xuanhuang's good fortune is only a snap of a finger, and the mayfly lives and dies, but it is a lifetime to itself.

The monks work hard and gain a longer lifespan than ordinary people, but many people establish sects to fight for power and profit, and their various desires are actually the same as ordinary people. It is just another way. The monks kill and seize treasures, and they also fight with the courts of the world. It's the same, but it's more straightforward and bloody, and it's easy to lose your life.

That being the case, what is the point of practicing?

The mystery is so vast that there is nowhere to find it, and even extraordinary people like him and Luomei couldn't understand it for the rest of their lives.

Killing, cherishing life, reincarnation, back and forth, whether monks or mortals, everyone is like ants, trapped in the circle without knowing it, but still unable to leave.

What if ascension is not the ultimate pursuit?

At that moment, the sea of ​​consciousness was chaotic and complicated, but such a thought suddenly popped up.

The enemy, the vortex of spiritual power, the crisis of death, the blizzard, together with the painting fan, Arong, and the surrounding houses receded like a tide, and there was only one person left in the world.

He stands in the void, with his head up to the sky, his feet stepping down, as if he is in the ancient chaos, there is no way to go, no way to go back, precarious, an inch of abyss, if an ordinary person, he would not dare to take half a step, but Changming has no Scruples, he no longer has fear in his heart. When he closes his eyes, chaos can also emerge in his heart. Clouds in the vicinity and water droplets in the distance are clear to the ear and clear to the heart.

There is a breeze in all directions, the sky is lonely, the sky is shaking, the Big Dipper is on top, the moon is rising from the blue sky, and the clouds are horizontal.

Taoism talks about quietness and inaction, inaction means no self, and self is everything.

Buddhism says that Bodhi has no tree, and the heart is like a mirror stand. If the heart does not move, all things will not move.

In the final analysis, if there is a self, there is no self, and I am all things, that is, Buddha and Taoism. I am the heaven and the earth, I am the universe, I am the sun and the moon, I am the mountains and seas, I can fill the chaos, I can roam the corn, the stars shine on the gods, and all dharmas return to the origin.

Jiufang Changming stepped forward and took a step.

It was this step that made his eyes suddenly brighten up!

He hadn't lost his composure in many years, but at this moment, Jiufang Changming's face was surprised, and even his eyes widened slightly.

And what was reflected in his eyes was a splendid scene that no monk had ever seen since ancient times.

To the young master, Jiufang Changming's daze was only for a moment.

Dazed to expose flaws, thus exposing fatal flaws.

Even if it is only for a short moment, it is enough!

The corner of his mouth raised slightly, and with the determination to win, he pushed all the spiritual power to the unresponsive Jiufang Changming.

Although he didn't know where this person came from or what his background was, he subconsciously regarded Jiufang Changming and Yun Weisi as threats and variables. Everything in his plan was going smoothly, and Hongluo Town was only an insignificant part. , it could even be called irrelevant in the first place, he would never allow all his hard work to be ruined by a sudden change!

In the blink of an eye, the spiritual power was close to the opponent's door, and Jiufang Changming was about to be killed—

A black dog suddenly jumped out!

It just flew up and lay across in front of Jiufang Changming, blocking the most fatal blow for him.

Both the dog and the human were lifted up by the huge spiritual power and flew backwards!

Gouzi only felt severe pain all over his body, as if his muscles and bones were broken, and his flesh and blood were separated.

He has never felt that life is worse than death like now, even when he was pierced through the bones by chains in Wanlian Buddha Land and was used as a bait to lure Jiufang Changming to come to rescue him, he never felt so painful.

This kind of pain is like the soul being torn from the body alive, and then an invisible hand will tear the soul apart and crush it bit by bit, and then throw the pieces into the stone mill to grind repeatedly, never ending, never stopping.

He suddenly remembered that a long time ago, there seemed to be a person who cried bitterly in front of him, saying that he was in great pain and only wanted to die quickly and beg him to be fulfilled.

Who is that?

Zhou Ke can't remember anymore, the person's face is very vague, and he can't remember the origin of the name, but he can clearly remember the other party's voice, that kind of pain and wailing, crying blood every word, which is no different from him now. That person...was captured by him and used as a cauldron for cultivating demonic arts. At that time, he was obsessed with madness and needed to drink human blood every once in a while, using his soul as a elixir to relieve pain and improve his cultivation. The small sect attached to the Blood Sect, in order not to be wiped out by the Blood Sect, had to sacrifice his disciples, because Zhou Ke looked down on ordinary people, and he was even very picky, asking the other party to present a good-looking, spiritual root Outstanding disciple. Such monks are no different from the outstanding ones in those small sects. They are the hope of their future rise. A sect like the Qixian Sect heard that Xu Jingxian asked them to sacrifice Liu Xiaoyu. Although the sect head Zhang Qin hated it in every possible way, she finally chose to compromise.

The cause of each other, the consequence of this.

Zhou Ke never believed in retribution. He didn't listen to Jiufang Changming's warning, and insisted on practicing the magic kung fu to the end. He didn't even remember how many people were turned into flesh because of his cultivation. But now, those The pleading voices of people before dying became clearer one by one.

Not only did he lose his qualifications as a human being, but he was forced to live in a dog. Those cultivation bases that were piled up with flesh and blood also disappeared like flowing water, and disappeared completely. Now even the way of death is exactly the same as those people.

Is this retribution?

Zhou Ke was thinking in a trance. He saw with his own eyes that the body of the dog he had lived in for a long time was crushed under the pressure of huge spiritual power, and the flesh and blood were split. do.

The pain was extreme, but his sanity still existed, and every moment he wanted to die immediately to be relieved, but he couldn't help himself, and he was still suffering from torture.

It was scorching hot. When the heat reached a certain level, he didn't feel any pain anymore, and even felt warm.

He felt himself being grabbed by a palm and gently closed.

The warmth became more apparent.

The pain is disappearing.

Yes, Jiufang Changming?

Is it Jiufang Changming? !

Zhou Ke thought that the other party was doomed, even if he resisted, Jiufang Changming would die with him this time.

Just die, he has lived enough, every day in a dog's body, he can't even talk, he can only bark and be ridiculed by Yun Weisi, he is already tired of it.

But, why didn't Jiufang Changming die?

Not only did he not die, he could even feel a powerful force surrounding his body, making his pain disappear, and he even regained his spirit a little bit.

He heard Jiufang Changming's voice.

Weak, but brisk, relieved.

"Thank you."

Thanks to whom? Zhou Ke frowned.

"If it weren't for you being aggressive, I wouldn't be able to have an epiphany."

He now understands that Jiufang Changming thanked the person opposite.

Young Master, it's unbelievable that someone survived such an attack?

Even the dog is dead, why is he still there?

"Who the **** are you?" He narrowed his eyes, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Young master never asks a question repeatedly, if the other party doesn't answer, he has plenty of ways to ask the answer.

But now, the other party's near-unpredictable ability made him have uncertain doubts for the first time.

"Nine directions are bright."

The name is special enough, but unfortunately the young master has never heard of it.

The other party seemed to see his doubts.

"Of course you haven't heard of it, and no one in this world has heard of it. But the reason why I am standing here has a great relationship with you."

"Why."

"Because I'm here to kill you."

Killing the word and falling the sound, the other party has already jumped into the air!

The light of the sword is like the brilliance of the sun and the moon, dazzling and dazzling, extremely magnificent, full of mountains and rivers!

As fast as lightning, shoot at the young master!

The young master had been on guard for a long time, and when the sword light suddenly rose, he had already jumped up and flew away.

When two powerful spiritual forces met, they were at a stalemate like a hurricane from east to west.

A more violent cyclone erupted around the two of them, destroying everything around them. Arong had already been blown two or three miles away by the strong wind, and at this moment he still felt the yellow sand swirling with hailstones and shot down like a sharp arrow, piercing the earthen wall of the house. , after the broken wall collapsed, the whole house soon followed suit, pressing A Rong underneath.

The sky and the earth change color, the sun and the moon have no light.

The originally gloomy sky was filled with purple light, and at the center of the fight between the two, the clouds swirled violently, absorbing the purple light firmly, and even the churning clouds nearby were also dyed purple and red, which was strange and fantastic.

The whole Hongluo Town was shrouded in strong winds, affected by the fight between Jiufang Changming and the young master, many people didn't understand what happened, and those who had trouble ran out to see, they were immediately swept up into the sky, and the rest had to be locked up tightly door, hiding at home silently praying for this disaster to pass as soon as possible.

No one knew what happened, it was just a vision from the sky, and the gods were furious. Only Zhou Ke, who was in the center of the storm, knew what he was facing.

The person on the opposite side is extremely powerful, and he is a rare monk in the world. His cultivation level may have already far surpassed that of the great master, but he has been hiding his powers and biding his time, and never showed it until the appearance of Jiufang Changming forced his true strength out!

Not only that, a steady stream of demon energy leaked from him, surging and never exhausting, even if Zhou could only have his soul at this moment, he could still feel the pressure like a mountain toppled over him, suppressing him until he couldn't breathe. Leave an instinct to beg for mercy.

Even if he is like this, Jiufang Changming will only be under more pressure.

Zhou Ke could vaguely feel that at that moment just now, Jiufang Changming had realized something, and his ability and aura had been greatly improved, but Zhou Ke didn't think that this improvement could defeat the guy on the opposite side. With the power of humans and monsters, and the combination of magic power and cultivation, even if the real sealed monsters on Wanshen Mountain were born, they might not be able to match him.

In comparison, even if Jiufang Changming's realm breaks through, there should still be a gap.

Just like one person is approaching the top of a mountain, while another person is already standing on the top of the mountain, even if the difference is not far, there is still an essential difference.

Sure enough, as Zhou could have predicted, Chang Ming's aura was obviously weakening. Although it was not obvious, it ebbed and flowed, and the other party's spiritual power immediately increased!

The purple light showed faint signs of turning black, and the storm caused by the spiritual power was spreading towards Hongluo Town.

This is so similar to the scene when the world was destroyed more than a hundred years later.

The hood had already been blown off by the strong wind, and the young master in the vortex finally showed his true colors.

His complexion is pale, his eyes are red, and his whole body is astonishing, but he is no longer like a mortal, let alone a god, but more like a monster with a ferocious face in the legend.

Is this the reason why he had to take Jiang Li away?

Chang Ming frowned slightly.

He had indeed realized the ethereal realm just now, which is mysterious and unspeakable. Luomei may not reach it in his whole life, but his body is still unable to support such a powerful force. The fox poison is still interfering with his consciousness at this moment, and the pain is transmitted from the body To the sea of ​​consciousness, one wave after another made him unable to exert nine out of ten of his power.

The other party obviously noticed this too, and the black-purple light suddenly shrouded it.

At the central point where the two forces converged, the storm seemed to be still, but Chang Ming only felt a stronger coercion. No matter how much spiritual power he used, the other party could absorb it all. If he continued like this, he couldn't hold on for long.

In the darkness, a voice sounded.

"I am coming."

It's Yun Weisi.

Chang Ming was slightly shocked.

The next moment, his hand was held, and the other party's spiritual power was transmitted, even covering the pain of the fox poison attack.

The burning pain is disappearing little by little, but the enchantment in front of him is getting stronger little by little.

Yun Weisi is absorbing his fox poison? !

To be precise, it is sharing fox poison.

Purple and black rays of light surged in, and the light of the Ever Bright Sword rose instantly!

However, the coercion on the other side disappeared suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, there was nothing left, clean.