Eternal Evil Emperor

Chapter 1597
The familiar thunderous fart sounded in the distance.

In the past few months, Xie Tian has often heard this sound.

Involuntarily, he remembered what the old witch had said.

"Man is iron, food is steel, if you don't have enough to eat, how can you have the strength to work?"

Eating is related to pulling.

And work is to eat.

So, he thought of what the old witch once said - rest at sunset.

Suddenly, Xie Tian discovered that the witches living in this continent of witches were actually ordinary people from Wanzhou before the great changes in the Kyushu Realm.

Even these witches, even the brats at least have the cultivation base of the fetus.

And the old witch, who is like an old man in the world, is even more comparable to an immortal.

"Xian, Fan..."

Xie Tian seemed to have some enlightenment.

But still did not want to understand.

There is a gap between the two.

Immortal high, where low.

But when it landed on the stone carving, it was reversed.

Why is this so?
See it, see it, hear it.

Xie Tian thought for a while, and walked towards the old witch who was squatting in the pit.

The old witch foolishly watched Xie Tian approaching, loosened his trouser belt, and squatted down in front of him.

"You, what do you mean?"

"Same as you, can't you see?"

The old witch was stunned for a while, blushing and roaring, "I can't pull it out!"

Temple of the Underworld.

As soon as Sanshenzi walked in, he saw Shen Wushuang and Zuoqiu Heng.

"This Mr. Zuoqiu is from Kunxu, a talented person from the Zuoqiu family."

Hearing these words, San Shenzi understood a lot.

"No wonder!"

"The Kun Ruins in the Second God Realm!"

"The Zuoqiu family is a powerful force under the Heavenly Court of Kunxu!"

"The pride of the upper world!"

……

After the two parties greeted each other, Zuoqiu Heng got up and cupped his fists respectfully towards Shen Wushuang, and then smiled at the god, "Brother Shenming, I offended you just now, don't take it for granted."

After speaking, he left like a mortal.

Shenba Shenying looked at each other in shock, then turned and left.

"Three years in the God's Prison, the Kingdom of God is strong, the fire of God is in full swing, and progress has been made."

Hearing his father's praise, the god didn't know what to say. After a long silence, he asked, "Father, Zuoqiu Heng..."

"He did it on purpose."

Shenming was startled: "On purpose?"

"Deliberately make yourself a mortal."

The god didn't understand at all, and after a long time he tentatively asked: "He wants me to be careless..."

Shen Wushuang was suddenly a little angry.

Tianjiao, who came from the second God Realm and possessed the qualifications of two emperors, pretended to be aggressive in front of his son.

It's okay to pretend, but he teased his son like a fool.

"On the contrary, he wants to scare you."

Hearing the words, the gods sat down straight away.

Seeing this, Shen Wushuang knew that if he didn't explain clearly, the gods would not give up.

"Transformation is a kind of artistic conception..."

"Immortal breaks the way of enlightenment and steals a trace of the rules of the way of heaven. In ancient times, it was called the way of harmony. The state of enlightenment is the early stage of the way of harmony..."

"Enlighten the way to a realm, step by step into the sky, but there are different people in the world, who enter the realm of the world..."

"In Huafan's artistic conception, raising hands, throwing feet, and breathing are all in harmony..."

"If you can enter this realm, practice thousands of miles in a day, open up the nine trenches and change the path, you will get a glimpse of the source, and even the upper realm, the same..."

"It's a pity that it is difficult to become an immortal from a mortal, and it is even more difficult to become a mortal from an immortal. If the realm is low, it is useless to transform into a mortal. If the realm is high, it will be more difficult to transform into a mortal..."

……

The Continent of Witches.

After squatting for a long time, the old witch couldn't pull it out, so he lifted up his pants angrily and left.

Xie Tian also tied up his belt to keep up.

Quite interesting.

It just stinks.

"Why are you following me again!"

"Drink or not?"

"...Bring it!"

The old witch drank.

Xie Tian also drank.

"I'm hungry!"

With a call, the wild beast descended from the sky, and the old witch's face twitched violently.

"My craft is not bad, do you want to eat?"

Who doesn't want to eat meat?

"...Unless you swear, squat down and stay away from me!"

After the desolate beast was roasted, a group of little kids were drooling and watching. Xie Tian threw some away, but was stopped by a group of mothers with sharp eyes and hands.

In the past three years, the reputation of the Hou Tribe has been completely ruined, not much better than the Xing Tribe who learned Yinren, so no one dared to eat the meat sent by Xie Tian.

Seeing Xie Tian like this, the old witch asked suspiciously: "Is this the method you came up with?"

Xie Tian smiled and said, "It's quite interesting."

Old witch: "...No need, you are different from us."

"Why?"

"You have no reason."

"reason?"

"You want to practice, you want to pursue the way of heaven."

"What about you?"

"Us? We just want to live!"

"I also want to live a life."

"Ah."

"Besides, there are people in your tribe who practice."

"They are hunting wild beasts! To protect the tribe! They will not forget food and sleep like you! They don't eat! They don't shit! Look at you, you look like a human, but you don't look like a human! The worst thing is, you know I don’t know if watching other people shit, they won’t be able to do it!”

With a few roars, Xie Tian's soul seemed to have left his body, and he was in a trance, unable to find a way to return to his evil body.

"Life……"

After an unknown amount of time, Xie Tian, ​​who was in a trance, gradually became clear.

He seemed to understand something.

Ordinary practice is for detachment.

Since it is detached, it is above mortals.

Becoming a monk, one is exposed to spells, supernatural powers, and even the rules of heaven.

These are things higher than monks.

That's why monks pursue it.

But the rules of heaven, do they only override monks?
No.

Also above the mortals.

Not only is it above mortals, but it also influences mortals and lives according to the rules.

spring planting.

autumn harvest.

Xia Chang.

Winter storage.

Born and old.

Death from illness.

This effect, like moistening things, is silent.

In Xie Tian's eyes, a brilliant light loomed.

"This is the influence of the rules of heaven on mortals, but looking at it the other way around, don't mortals also quietly contact and communicate with the rules of heaven..."

The rules of heaven affect monks.

But the monk went against the sky.

It is even thinking about the rules of heaven.

The original meaning of pondering is resistance and control.

The rules of heaven are also affecting mortals.

"But mortals and rules, if you touch them but don't touch them, you will only obey..."

Suddenly, two scenes appeared in the Xietian Consciousness Sea.

The way of heaven is like an enemy, and the monks are eyeing each other.

The way of heaven is like a couple, rubbing shoulders with mortals.

The relationship between the two, which is far and which is close, is clear at a glance.

"Therefore, the lifelike stone carvings of the predecessors are truly lifelike, but even if my stone carvings are lifelike, there is an indelible gap between them and nature. The same technique and strength, but due to different artistic conceptions, the world is different..."

Thinking of this, Xie Tian was completely enlightened, and he had a unique sense of comfort, which grew from his heart.

Just as he was about to smile, he suddenly froze again.

"If you regard practice as life..."

The horoscope is like a sword, taking advantage of Xie Tian's loss of consciousness, he slashed at the cultivation concept he had spent more than ten years building...

Rumble.

The rock-solid concept of practice fluctuated sharply and seemed about to collapse.

Xie Tian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, thoughtfully.

"Why did you vomit blood again?" The old witch was taken aback, "Tell me a few words, isn't it?"

Xie Tian smiled: "Old man, tell me, am I really not suitable for stone carving?"

"Ah!"

"Is that suitable?"

"Hey! Let's put it this way, no one will buy you until you die! Unless you are blind!"

"bet?"

"Ha, what are you betting on?"

Xie Tian glanced at the clansmen of the old witch, and said with a smile: "I lose, and I will give you a thousand jars of good wine. If you lose, I will go to your tribe."

"Could it be that there will be pies in the sky..." The old witch cried with excitement, "Deal!"

After half a stick of incense.

Xie Tian put the carved stone sculpture in front of the stunned old witch, got up and patted the other's shoulder, and left.

"Look slowly, my stomach hurts, go take a bath first."

The old witch looked at the stone carving with dull eyes, then at Xie Tian squatting in a large size, then looked back, and looked at Xie Tian's tribal leader with unfriendly eyes...

"There is a saying that ma sells criticism, I don't know if I should say it or not..."

ps: Counting the remaining monthly tickets in April, plus 4 in May, exactly 5 monthly tickets, this is an addition.

(End of this chapter)