Chapter 386 106. My heart is bright, how can I fit in

Xia Ji felt like he was in a state of long sleep, but he was extremely awake.

He hadn't even thought about other things anymore.

Every thought and every cell he had was clashing with the Kuroshio.

This kind of confrontation can be said to be inexhaustible for ten days and nights if each place is taken out separately, but at this time there are not many such "alones".

At this time, he was sitting in the Jiuhai Basin.

Trying to control one thought to count.

He counted silently so as not to forget the passage of time.

As long as time is still passing, he is still himself.

However, this kind of confrontation does not have a concept of time at all, maybe there is, but this concept of time is a concept of time in the universe.

In the universe, how long does it take for a star to form? How long will it take to destroy?

If you compare stars to human beings, humans can only survive and die in a hundred years. These hundred years are human counts, but the hundred years of stars are billions of times more than human beings.

In this endless thought, he sometimes thinks about it occasionally.

It would be great if everything in this world was hierarchical.

Heavenly Dao is at level 100, ancestors may be at level 50, normal monks are around level 20, and then continue to fight monsters and eat experience, you can upgrade to level 100.

If there are infinite races in the universe in this world, races constantly fight against each other, then progress, and then become stronger, that would be great.

But not.

In such a universe, human beings are alone, without alien aggression, and no alien neighbors.

If there are many great abilities in this world, just like the human world, you will be able to see them when you have a strong power and a high status, and you will naturally be involved in higher-level confrontations, and then there will always be opponents. It allows you to progress, and allows you to rise to the point where you can kill the "Way of Heaven".

that would be nice.

But not.

If the road from a mortal to the "Dao of Heaven" is one kilometer long, no matter how hard you try, even if you get to Hedao, you can only walk a distance of one meter.

If one practice in this world can destroy the world and save the world, that would be great.

Just like some movies I have watched on Earth and Stars before crossing, no matter how terrible the disaster in the movie, in the end, the crisis of “end of the world” will be solved by “finding something”.

He thinks that the real world is also like this. He only needs to find "such a thing" to be able to save himself, his relatives, and everything.

Or, it is to practice the exercises, break through to the "Heaven Dao level", and then fight with the "Heaven Dao", just like two warriors fighting each other.

If there really is such a technique, that's fine.

If it is really that simple, it would be great.

Human beings never believe that they are not the protagonist. It seems that if "you are no longer the protagonist", then you don't need to work hard, you can give up on yourself, complain about others, say a few words like "what's the use of hard work", "just work hard", Or ranting or arrogantly saying something stupid, but this is just a sign of weakness and incompetence.

Human beings will always leave a little hope in their minds, but the smallness of this hope is not worth mentioning to the universe.

How can a giant look at a life that doesn't even count as dust?

All things have Dharma, but this Dharma was not born for human beings, but not for any existence in the universe.

Just as the flow of human blood, the beating of the heart, and the functions of the internal organs do not exist for the smallest particles in the nucleus of a cell.

The universe is cold and dark. In it, human beings have never been the protagonist, and no matter how hard they work, they cannot be detached.

The more Xia Ji confronted, the more he understood this.

He knows what he is doing better than anyone else, and what he wants to do is simply impossible to do. Unless he closes his eyes and enters his own dreamland, deceives himself and deceives himself, then he can escape from this cold darkness. Jump out of the cruel and ruthless reality.

He couldn't be more aware of his own insignificance, and even the supremeness of the nine ancestors, and the Amitabha, could not be more insignificant.

What is the difference between a smaller ant and a larger ant?

Even if a monk with a firm will or a wise man is impacted by this kind of thought, especially when all this is not a lie, Dao Xin is afraid that it will be like "the little ant nest on the dam of a thousand miles." Another thought is a complete defeat.

A difference of thought can destroy everything.

Even if it is not destroyed, there is no light in the future.

Human beings are bustling with hustle and bustle, monks fight and fight, and everything they do, even at the level of harmony, will always be in the five-finger cage of "Heavenly Dao".

This cage is what mankind thinks of himself as a cage. In fact, "The Way of Heaven" never thought about it.

Yes, human beings seem to be unable to accept that they are not the protagonist, and they are also unable to accept that what they do is actually meaningless. They will also look for a thousand and ten thousand reasons to argue against it, and even close their eyes without looking at them. If you don't listen, it seems that as long as you don't see the truth, the truth will not exist, otherwise you will abandon yourself, blame the sky and others, and lose yourself.

Xia Ji couldn't be clearer.

However, even so.

He still has to fight.

Still have to fight tirelessly.

Go against the "Heaven" of "Those who follow the sky are drunk and dream of death".

It's against the sky, just because the blazing human fire in my heart hasn't been extinguished yet.

What does it have to do with whether the fire is not extinguished and whether this dark world can be burned out?

The young man came from the earth and stars, straddling time and space, stepping into the imperial capital of Shang Dynasty, wasting more than ten years, studying hard for three years, guarding the isolated city alone, and fighting all enemies.

He went higher step by step, step by step until now.

Looking back again, I suddenly realized that I was too far away from those who were with me.

He looked up again, but found that there was no road at all not far ahead.

The black emptiness, the dangerous and mysterious universe, the end point of Hedao.

There will be no other roads.

The Kuroshio is like a supreme magic dragon, moving between infinite galaxies.

Every face may be a sage that humans have struggled, worked hard, and fought with.

Every ancient lord, desert lord, catastrophe lord, and even imaginary lord, are the consciousnesses of human sages who merge with each other after madness.

Even so, the Kuroshio still followed the established rules and slowly came towards the world around the established trajectory under the guidance of a mysterious force.

Then, the Kuroshio will take away a new batch of "powers" from the world and strengthen its own "flesh and blood", just as the human body has completed an ordinary "metabolism".

Then, it will twist its long body measured in light-years, and go further into the universe.

Wait for twelve thousand years and get closer to the world again.

Wait for 288,000 years, and get closer.

Repeatedly, until eternity.

The sky wind suddenly rose, and the cosmic wind from the galaxy descended on the moon star, and these winds carried extremely rich aura.

Tianfeng was tearing apart the monks on the moon star who had the chance to come.

At the same time, the aura carried by these cosmic winds condensed into substance, turned into "spiritual current stars" and smashed on the light and dark surfaces of the moon, forming strange craters and craters.

The wind rolled up the aura on the moon star again.

Just as there was a ladder to reach the moon and stars in the world, now the surface of the moon has also changed.

Just like a gaseous ball with a "gap", one side of the ball suddenly began to explode with a lot of "jets", these "jets" are all auras.

Aura formed huge cloud clusters further away from Moon Star.

These clouds quickly began to "cool" and then condense.

Gradually, the aura clouds formed one dense aura space after another.

This space gradually stabilized, and the magical aura and the rules of the universe actually gave this space a form.

Looking up from the moon and stars, you can actually see aura mountains and rivers, and there are floating aura islands. The beauty of the scene and the vastness make the monks in the monk world can't help but wonder.

Su Tian knows.

This is the Celestial Realm.

Although the Celestial Tribulation has not yet arrived, the Wind Tribulation has already arrived.

The wind catastrophe lasted for five hundred years, and after the wind catastrophe, he was a god.

At that time, the Heavenly Immortal Realm was also stable, and this was a realm above the monk realm.

She turned her head to look at Xia Ji, but she couldn't see it anymore.

No one knows what happened to Xia Ji now. With him as the center, it is full of dark tides.

It is full of the remains of the corpses and spirits of human sages and sages.

It’s just that they have fallen into complete chaos and madness

These chaos and madness finally crushed Xia Ji's body completely.

Xia Ji's body has completely melted into the Kuroshio.

It's just that the golden baby is still there.

The black blood vessels crisscross the baby's body, and the fiery red heart beats constantly.

He pointed to the sky with his right and the ground with his left.

The stars are changing, everything is changing, mountains become plains, seas transform mulberry fields, but he does not change.

Gradually, the golden color began to grow bigger and bigger

Until it turned into a young man lying in the void, sitting next to the moon star, the young man folded his hands and seemed to be chanting something in his mouth.

If you look at it from a higher perspective

No world, no moon, no heaven.

There seemed to be only this young man with golden light left in the universe, as well as the light-year-old black tide monster in the distance.

The young man sits alone in the center of this broken world, sitting alone on the edge of the dying universe. All the Taoist thoughts are fighting one by one, and his mind has turned into an instinct.

In the old days, the **** was not empty, and he vowed not to become a Buddha.

Today, the teenager is here, uneasy, and will not wake up.

One person, long-lasting billions of years of sage power.

Every word is the aspiration of someone who has never seen it before.

The heart is the sun, and the blood flows through the dark tide.

The endless heat of the universe and the endless black tide blended with him. This situation and this scene have already lost the shocking heart, and even the worship has been forgotten.

Su Tian looked up.

Xiao Su looked up.

Su Yueqing looked up.

Among the seventy-two disciples who are still alive, they looked up.

The human race looked up, and the Yao race looked up too.

Life after life Miao Miao looked up.

Many memories began to explode and began to impact.

Maybe cause and effect should have a full stop here, and maybe all this has just begun.

Yes.

just began.

Xia Ji's consciousness at this time was already misty. He was in a daze and saw a ray of rules in the sky, which he raised his hand to grasp. The rules were turned into seals, but they instantly melted and attached to his body.

In a daze, he saw the rolling torrent mixed with many spirit treasures, coming from the depths of the galaxy, like a dazzling nine-color **** belt surrounding him, he raised his hand a little, and those **** belts floated around him.

He raised his head and looked at the dark tide that was getting closer and closer to the incomparably distant place, his heart was extremely quiet.

He was completely accustomed to the confrontation in every part of this body, and so many confrontations formed his body.

It took a long time.

Suddenly he realized something, and he got up from this void.

He stepped into the depths of the starry sky.

In the depths of the starry sky, there was also a misty shadow coming.

The shadow is full of mystery that cannot be peeped at all. It is like taking a look at it, and the brain will explode directly because of too much information.

The shadow looked at Xia Ji.

In an understandable voice, he said: "You came from the other side and became my way. At this time, when you don't agree, when will you wait?"

Xia Ji quietly looked at this shadow, he didn't hesitate, because all his beliefs were already extremely firm.

He slowly said: "The sun under the sun is my heart, and the black tide dragon is my blood. The birth and death once in five hundred years, and the unforgettable one in five hundred years."

The shadow waited quietly.

Xia Ji continued: "Friends of Taoism, I have made a wish and inherited the great cause and effect. I wish that the cause and effect are not on your side. How do you let me be in harmony with you today?!"

"Fellow?"

The shadow seemed to make a mockery without any mood swings.

He raised his hand, and the mysterious and mysterious power turned into a fist that could be regarded as a fist.

This power is hard to describe and compare with any words.

Xia Ji closed his eyes and silently accepted the punch.

Bang! ! !

His whole body collapsed instantly.

The golden body instantly turned into nothingness.

however.

His heart is still beating, his blood is still flowing.

The approaching Kuroshio suddenly broke away from the power of "maintaining it to run on a predetermined trajectory", and the "sea of ​​resentful spirits" with an area calculated in light years rolled towards Xia Ji.

In the void, one will and countless wills converge into one will: We are you, and you are us. If you fight with the heavens, then we will help you and become you.

Vaguely, there seemed to be infinite figures, infinite sages, running on this dark land, holding the battle flag high, marching forward and succeeding in succession.

However, the corpse mountain became a sea, and the blood flowed into a river, until in the end, the last lone figure walked on this land.

He took the battle flag and stood in front of his opponent.

But the resentful spirits of the heavens suddenly boiled, and went crazy towards him, making him surpass his original limitation, the original restraint, and instantly became an existence that was no longer an ant.

The golden body that had collapsed and nothingness reunited.

Xia Ji looked at the mysterious and mysterious shadow in front of him, and said, "My heart is bright, so why can I be in harmony?"

Sound off.

A terrifying force that could not be described or described, turned into a fist and blasted towards the shadow.

This may be the first time a man has swung his fist towards the sky since the beginning of the world.

PS: It’s gone today. Also, don’t worry. If it is the traditional fantasy, it will probably end. But Xiao Shui wants to say that there is still a lot behind it.

(End of this chapter)