the last priest

This is a dilemma, if this sword stabs, Zhuo Xiong will die on the spot, if this sword does not stab, Lao Wang may not be able to hold on to the next breath.

If you talk about friendship, how big is the difference between the two?Who on both sides didn't come here through life and death with him, this is a gamble that can only be lost but not won.

Suddenly Zha Wenbin looked up to the sky and howled, the "roar" shook the entire Kunlun Peak for his whole life. He picked up the sword and slowly drove it to his neck, holding the hilt with both hands horizontally.

"Let them go!" Cha Wenbin's knees slowly bent down, his sword had already begun to be pulled slowly, his upper and lower eyelids began to close slowly, and two tears fell gently.

"Boom" A thunderbolt suddenly woke up on the top of Kunlun, the boundless wind made people unable to stand, and the wind and sand fascinated the eyes for a while. With a "click", a trace of blood streaked the corner of Old Wang's mouth, and the wind drew a strange circle on Yuanyuan's face with his blood.

When Cha Wenbin opened his eyes again, there was nothing but anger.

"This is you 5000 years ago, haven't you realized it yet?"

Zhuo Xiong snorted with some disdain: "Trash will always be trash. You were a trash back then, and you are still a trash now! You are all created by me, and no one can stop me!" After finishing speaking, the boundless lake began to gather at his feet , a cone-shaped water column supported his body and began to climb slowly upwards.

He is like an ancient demon king. He wants to revive the gate of the three worlds. Only in this way can he obtain a physical body. He has been lonely for too long. He should not be a wandering soul again. Thousands of years have passed in this world, and his way has long been occupied by demons, and he has become a lonely ghost.

The resentment was too deep, and he still couldn't let go of his original wish after all. His Tao would never surpass eternal life in his heart, but he never thought that someone had already done it, and that waste of reincarnation was willing to spend his life In exchange for everything, what is Tao?Road to Road, very Avenue!

Tao is by no means eternal life, it is by no means immortality, and it is by no means ruthless.People should have the seven emotions and six desires, people should have old age, sickness and death, this is nature, this is the law of heaven, if you have to go against the sky, then the sky will destroy it!

Maybe he didn't have that waste in his heart, the life and death, the ups and downs, the love and filial piety he experienced in the worldly affairs!

He was wrong, the way is not in the sky, the way is not in the ground, the way is in the heart!Propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame are the Tao, and filial piety, loyalty and trust are the Tao!

No one can change history, and no one can rewrite myths. The reason why myths become myths is not because the gate of the Three Realms has been closed, but because myths have been annihilated in the long river of history and can no longer be copied!

The seven-star sword is shining with cold light, the summoning banner stands on three sides, and the Great Seal of the Heavenly Master and Daobao stands in the middle, and the three souls of heaven, earth, and life reappear, and use Cha Wenbin's body to fight against the world again! :

The Seven Star Sword draws a circle in the sky, steps on the sky, and points the sword at the Big Dipper. A yellow talisman rises into the sky, using the sword as a pen, and the sword flower suddenly appears. On the talisman paper, three hollow characters of bird, insect, and arrow are lined up in sequence. With a flick of the sword, the talisman flew into the air again, and a breath of true dragon's aura, the thickest in the world, slowly came out from his mouth, shouting:

"Heaven and Earth Xuanzong's ten thousand qi roots have extensively cultivated for billions of kalpas to prove my supernatural powers, and within and outside the three realms, only the Taoist body has a golden light shining on my body!"

The soul-calling flag rose against the wind, and for a while, ghosts and wolves howled all over the world, as if thousands of dark soldiers passed through the border, and the black clouds weighed on the top.Surrounding the banner on three sides, it stands to protect the lord, with its hands protruding into claws, like eagle hooks, like dead wood, blood-colored ghost writings leaping on the banner, and suddenly a small black talisman is vaguely drawn on the banner. The grass shot out from the hand of the person in the banner, with a ghostly air, and it came out densely, shouting:

"Seeing, not seeing, hearing, not hearing, includes the heaven and the earth to nourish the souls, the ruler of the heaven and the earth, the guards of the three realms, the ten halls, Yan Luo coagulates the blood and seals the abyss!"

The Great Seal of the Heavenly Master Daobao is flipped in the hand, the wrists are at the chest, the program is entangled, the rings are tightly linked, the secret is in the heart, a pure Taoist spirit surrounds the three times, there are some gossips from time to time Appearing on the banner, there was a sound like the roar of a green bull coming from the banner, and the shadows of the four elephants were churning in it. A huge gossip cloud pattern formed in the sky and began to slowly approach downwards, pressing directly on the banner. Zhuo Xiong's forehead rose slowly, uttering words and syllables, and an old voice shouted:

"The ceremonial service of the Ten Thousand Gods made the thunder ghosts and demons lose their spirits and ghosts, and there was a thunderbolt thunder god with anonymity, Donghui, and the five spirits!"

Zhuo Xiong couldn't help but look solemn, and saw that his hands began to change hand formulas constantly, the left and right hands each held two wheels, and there should be a blue dragon on the water column that started to circle around his body non-stop, he His Taoism has reached the stage where he can turn the invisible into the tangible, and the dragon under his feet is the condensed water of the Kunlun Yaochi, which contains the essence of the dragon in the world.

Suddenly, three voices appeared in Zha Wenbin's mouth and shouted together: "Golden light speed is now covering the real person, Tianyuan, the place of law, nine chapters of laws, I am writing now, ten thousand ghosts, treasures, as urgent as laws!"

"Boom" His body rushed straight to the water column. How could the people outside see it clearly, and felt a shocking thunder inside, as if it had pierced through the [-]th floor of hell and overturned everyone's internal organs. Bin slammed an upside-down kite back to the shore, and there was no such god descending from the earth just now, his body seemed to have been whipped by thousands of whips, and his clothes had already been shattered into countless pieces.

Looking at Zhuo Xiong again, he is not much better, the water column of the real dragon has already turned into waves and returned to Yaochi, the red Yinglong on his naked upper body is lifeless, as if he has been poked by countless needles, there is no good piece Flesh.

It's just that Zha Wenbin's breathing has begun to change from strong to weak, and there is still a trace of it still wandering, and besides spewing blood, the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, revealing a ferocious face!

He slowly propped up his swaying body, staggered a few times, and laughed loudly: "One breath transforms the Three Purities, but that's all, Shinhwa? I'm Shinhwa!"

The corners of Zha Wenbin's mouth trembled slightly. Just as he was about to speak, a mouthful of blood mixed with foam gushed out. Chaozi tremblingly lifted Zha Wenbin's face and tried to wipe the blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth, but found that I wiped it by myself far less quickly than he did.

Chaozi cried and said, "Brother Wenbin, you can't die."

Yes, he had already witnessed two "deaths" of Cha Wenbin in just one day, which one he was willing to let go of, he knew what his Brother Wenbin wanted to explain to him, but he was hurt It was too heavy, and the three souls that had returned to one had already been smashed apart by the power of the Three Paths that had been cultivated for 5000 years between the earth and the earth just now.

Although most of the Dao power has been borne by the three souls, even if they are twisted together, they are not his opponents after all. The three souls are now the same as Cha Wenbin, with only the last trace of obsession left. In order to ensure that they did not disperse immediately, I believe that when the sun rises, that is the day when they each disperse.

Cha Wenbin raised his finger hard, he just wanted to tell Chaozi that that person needs to be stopped, although he didn't know why he wanted to stop it, but his heart told him that he must be stopped!

Old Wang's body was already cold, and he began to become a little stiff. Jerome looked at all this blankly. Perhaps he was the first time in his life to see someone end his life in such a way. I am afraid this will be the last time.

Now Zhuo Xiong can only rely on his own hands and feet to climb up with difficulty. He only needs to return the sun and moon wheels to their original positions, and then tear his body into pieces, stain Yaochi with blood, and everything will return. At the origin, just like 5000 years ago, he used his hands and feet to climb up secretly, but he took the pair of things down at that time because he wanted to create a myth that belonged to him, and now he climbed up again Everything was restored in order to create a myth that belonged to him!

It’s just that he never thought that he already has mythology, and the set of things he created has been called the Tao by the world, and has been worshiped by the world. Even though the current Tao has withered into autumn leaves, there are still no other sects. It can shake its status as the state religion in Chinese history!

Therefore, with a myth, it is destined that God will not let him continue to write another myth.

The sky is cracked, and the thick clouds all over the sky have quietly dissipated. A round of crescent moon quietly rises in the sky. This is a new day. Although this round of crescent moon is still very small, so insignificant, but the sky is filled with The stars came out, giving people the greatest light.

"Roar!" With a roar, it seemed that with boundless evil spirit, a bloody man stood on the top of Kunlun Mountain. Who is he?Zha Wenbin once said that he is Zhang Fei alive, he has the courage to be one man, and he has the purest heart in the world, but who has paid attention to this man who can only use brute force?

Yes, Chaozi called him a bulldozer, Zhuo Xiong regarded him as a brother who depended on each other, and people called him a fleshy face. He seemed to have infinite strength, but he seemed to never have enough to eat. All he left for everyone was his silly clear eyes .

No one has really paid attention to him. There is a dragon on his chest, and it is a huge dragon, a real dragon dyed with blood!There is a dragon on the chest of this person dyed red with blood. Two pairs of devil-like wings extend to both sides of the shoulders. A bloody mouth seems to swallow mountains and rivers, and the dancing body leaps above the skin. It is the real dragon, the real Chinese totem, the ancestor of all dragons: Yinglong!

How clever is the gray beard, just to protect the blood of a family, how can he easily let this king who has been passed down for thousands of years be an outcast?He didn't hesitate to prick his own grandson's chest with thousands of needles, just to arrange a substitute for the real king. He just wanted to sacrifice everything for this day, let alone his grandson Zhuo Xiong.

But he was like a god of death, Chaozi was dumbfounded, Cha Wenbin kept pointing his finger at Zhuo Xiong who was climbing, his moon wheel had returned to its place, maybe no one else saw it, but Dashan saw Cha Wenbin His hand, this is the signal his brother Wenbin gave him, because he saw the expectations for him in Cha Wenbin's eyes!

"Roar!", he rushed towards Yaochi like the wind. . . . . .