Great Dao Ji

Huhuhu~~~

The seven-colored trees cover the sky and the sun, as if they are shrouding the vast netherworld. Instead, they bring an unusual light to this cold and lonely world.

Under the tree, a group of monks sat facing each other, holding black and white chess pieces, placing and picking up pieces in a leisurely and leisurely manner, creating a scene of contentment.

Not far or near from here, a group of people were watching from a distance, some frowning, some looking solemn, some shaking their heads and smiling bitterly.

No one came forward. Even Sa Wuling, who was sighing, had a headache and seemed undecided.

Snap!

Amidst the crisp sound of falling, Miesheng raised his eyebrows, glanced at Taoist Bodhi, who had a bronze mirror hanging above his head, his body disillusioned like a shadow, and suddenly sneered:

"Your disciples tried their best to save you, and even when An was about to die, they did not forget to fish you out of the years. But what's the use?"

He took a deep look at Taoist Bodhi, and his eyes fell on the bronze mirror for the longest time.

At the end of time and space, at the beginning of the world, he had been vaguely aware of the corpse and the shadow of the magical sword since he enlightened the 'Book of Great Dao'.

But seeing it doesn’t mean you can get it.

Even his so-called 'original deity' An cannot touch that blade shadow in a real sense.

Even if he used the 'heart mirror' as a medium to use the method of entering the dream world and forcibly reflect the knife shadow, he would still have to pay an extremely heavy price.

His fundamental will will definitely be severely damaged by the backlash of this sword shadow, and it is not even impossible for him to fall directly!

"Everyone has underestimated you. You have planned everything, including yourself..."

Facing the ridicule of his old enemy, Bodhi shook his head slightly and sighed in his heart.

An Qisheng cut down the dharma in all realms with one sword, dispersed the remaining shadow of the saint, and in one fell swoop overturned the order that the saint had ruled in all realms for hundreds of millions of epochs.

But the one who benefits the most is the destruction of life.

Now that there are no saints to restrain us, who else can stop the destruction of existence?

After all, there was only a wisp of shadow left in him, and even if he cast the 'Wudao Song' again, it would only be able to stop him slightly.

In the final analysis, the more powerful you are, the harder it is to kill, but once you fall, it is harder to reverse life and death.

This is the way of heaven.

It is also a great road.

"Huang Tian is different from other realms. It may not be as special as the Jueling Universe, but it is definitely not comparable to other great realms. The saints of Huang Tian have been in this world for endless years. It is no longer possible for ordinary means to break the situation..."

As the dust settles, the expression of destruction of life becomes more and more ethereal, and it seems to have a transcendent meaning:

"It's ultimately up to me to break the situation."

It's up to me to break the situation!

Bodhi is determined to refute, but looking back on everything from the past to the present, he has to admit that the destruction of rebirth is indispensable, even if his selfishness is there.

He was the one who dealt with the saints, he was the one who traded with the Starry Sky Tower Master, he was the one who ended the Battle of Defeating Heaven, he was the one who destroyed Sumeru, he was the one who enlightened the Heavenly Book of the Great Dao,

He was the first to notice the shadow of the magic sword...

"Pindao has something unknown..."

After a moment of silence, Bodhi asked: "I have omniscience in my hands. Even if I cannot see your plan for a while, I will eventually discover it."

Having said this, he paused for a moment before looking at the indifferent face of Miesheng: "That sword killed Tailong and all the saints' Dharma. Aren't you afraid that you would also be killed? "

"Kill me?"

Miessheng nodded: "Although this sword is just a shadow of a magical power left over from endless years ago, even if it is reflected in a heart mirror, it can kill a saint, and it can naturally kill me."

The destruction of life is calm, and there seems to be no hidden intention.

"However, Mr. An has never held the sword shadow in his palm after all. He may be able to kill the Tailong who enters the world, but he may not be able to kill the one in the sky beyond the sky, the Starry Sky Building Master!"

Miessheng's expression had a rare solemn look. The person he was afraid of was none other than the Starry Sky Building Master:

"Even if he cuts out this sword, he will not die, but he will not be able to stay for a long time. If there is no more me, who can compete with those old immortals outside the world?"

His tone was calm, as if everything was in his mind, but in fact, almost nothing that happened in the past seventy thousand years exceeded his expectations.

The only problem is Taoist Bodhi's "Song of Wudao".

At this time, the long sword wiped away all constraints, the saints could not step into the emperor's sky again, and I did not know whether I was alive or dead. I was finally successful.

Speaking of this, he glanced at the complicated expressions of the people in the Netherworld and said calmly: "After all, I am regarded as the ancestor. In the new era, Tai Chi can still be respected."

"But you will eventually do something to destroy the world... and I will have to stop you."

Bodhi's eyes were complicated.

Compared to himself, he has done much more to destroy the world. If he didn't insist on destroying the world, he would be willing to do so.

pity……

"If good and evil are rewarded, the emperor and heaven must be selfish! The moral laws and regulations in the world cannot bind heaven and earth after all. Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as cud dogs. Unkindness is the most benevolent thing!"

There is enlightenment in the tranquility of annihilation:

"Whether you are good or not, you are bound by common morality, but that is your weakness. You are not as good as me, and that's where you end up."

"Is it a weakness..."

Bodhi just shook his head: "You said that I was bound by common morality, but how could you not deviate from your original self?

Even without us, you still wouldn't be An Qisheng! "

Buzz!

The Seven Treasures Tree buzzed and shook, and in an instant, the Netherworld was overturned, and the boundless void rippled more fiercely.

The Fire Spirit Ship, which was hundreds of millions of miles away, was blown to the point of sinking.

"Um?!"

The Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree fluttered in the storm, and Miesheng's expression finally changed, his eyes fixed on the bronze mirror.

He spoke word by word:

"An! Qi! Sheng!"

The invisible air waves roared in the Netherworld, without any ferocity, but the whole world was shaking violently, as if it was about to disintegrate.

Xie Qi and the others' expressions changed slightly, and they stood up suddenly, using their magical powers to stabilize the Netherworld, and their sharp divine will burst out towards the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree.

"Two seniors, please be patient."

The two looked solemn and almost wanted to make a move, but Sa Wuling's heart moved, raised his hand to stop the two from moving, and suppressed the howling Gou Huang, and his frown relaxed slightly:

"It's the teacher's breath..."

Buzz!

Bodhi raised his head.

The bronze mirror that pulled him out of the void and mixed hole burst into a brilliant purple light, and faintly, it seemed that a pair of eyes lit up.

It seemed like an illusion, but it was real. It swept across the netherworld and finally landed on the old Buddha under the tree:

"We are of the same root, why are we so anxious to hurt each other..."

The voice with a hint of regret flowed out from the bronze mirror, spreading throughout the netherworld and echoing in the hearts of all those who were here.

In a trance, everyone only felt that a vague and illusory figure walked out of the bronze mirror surrounded by purple light.

As it appeared, a warm and peaceful breath had already soothed the shock of the entire netherworld, penetrated into people's hearts, and eliminated panic and terror.

"An Qisheng!"

The black piece fell off the chessboard between his fingers, and a wave of waves appeared in Miesheng's eyes.

Up to now, the only person in the world who could make him uneasy was the one in front of him.

He thought he didn't care, but when he really faced it, he couldn't help but palpitate for a moment.

This was not fear.

It was the feeling of seeing his origin, or in other words, the shock.

This is a feeling that no one else can give him. It has nothing to do with strength, but only with the origin.

"Over the years, I have always wondered why Taoist Tailong could "coincidentally" cross the border to kill me..."

In the purple light, An Qisheng's figure was more ethereal than Taoist Bodhi, as if drawn by green smoke, and would dissipate at any time:

"It turns out that it was "I" who told him..."

"But you are still fine."

Miesheng raised his hand, and the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree that covered the sky and the sun shrank, and when it fell between his five fingers, it was as big as a whisk.

His eyes were filled with realization and shock, and he guessed something in an instant: "Yes, the King's Sword. The King's Sword still exists in the Jueling Universe... Well, my memory seems to be missing, is this your backup?"

When he thought of this, Miesheng was suddenly shocked, not because he had a backup, but because of his own memory...

There was absolutely no mistake in his memory, but something was missing...

"You are extremely smart, worthy of me."

An Qisheng walked down, stood behind Bodhi, patted his shoulder lightly, and looked at Miesheng, as if looking at another self:

"There is really no so-called good and evil in the world. Even though Su Jie is a hero, he still has obstacles to knowledge and views. The Three Corpses Method is only perfect at this point..."

He cut off his own soul to avoid Tailong's spying, and he also used the Three Corpses Method.

Cut off the good and evil bodies, and retain the self-attachment.

But the Three Corpses Method is ultimately inadequate. Even though Su Jie is a hero, he is not knowledgeable enough and is limited to good and evil.

But for true practitioners, there is only a difference in the Tao, and there is no so-called good and evil.

Miesheng's face was solemn, and his tone gradually became unfriendly: "Do you believe in Lao Dan so much?"

"Only when the desire demon is completely killed can the Tao be achieved. Did you really understand what Lao Dan said..."

An Qisheng felt a little regretful:

"Who said you are a demon? When have I ever considered myself a Taoist?"

For An Qisheng, it was also quite wonderful to talk to himself who had his own memory, cognition, and thinking but was completely different.

The incarnation is different from the clone.

The thinking of the incarnation cannot deviate from the original body, while the clone is like another living being with his own first half of life.

It seems to be true but has the same origin. Without any extra actions, just facing it, he felt an indescribable touch in his heart.

"Tao, demon..."

Miesheng's body trembled slightly, and his heart surged.

Since he was born, he knew that he was not a complete individual and lacked the fundamental obsession of his existence.

Instead, he was unwilling to be a demon and a stepping stone to enlightenment.

This unwillingness made him immortal, but also made him gradually paranoid.

At this moment, he heard the meaning of An Qisheng's words and recalled the past. In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the Spring and Autumn Period.

He saw the meaningful look of the old man who preached again.

Is his words to me? !

Enlightenment rose from his heart, even with the state of mind of extinction, he couldn't help but feel a sour throbbing for a while: "You mean..."

"Cut you out."

In the purple air, the bronze mirror rose slowly into the sky, like the rising sun, and the netherworld was purple: "I don't need you to come back anymore!"

Everyone in the netherworld looked up.

I saw the bronze mirror that was as bright as the purple sun rising up, and in just a moment it had escaped the netherworld, illuminating the void and concealing it, and calming the dimensional storm between the void.

Its light was boundless, reaching the four poles, illuminating the eight wastelands, the broken demonic realm, the heavenly realm, the animal realm, and even countless dimensional worlds.

In the illumination of this purple light, it was as if the years were reversed, time and space were fluctuated, and the flow was reversed, returning from the broken to the whole.

"The purple sun rises and the primordial yang emerges! Grandmaster, Grandmaster! Grandmaster recasts the world! How lucky I am to see Grandmaster recast the world!"

"The past cannot be changed, and the future is uncertain! Grandmaster, you really surpassed the Supreme Man!"

"Ah! Grandmaster, Grandmaster..."

...

Countless people in the various realms looked at the sky, some were at a loss, puzzled, and in the void, the Fire Spirit ship that came across time and space was boiling.

Even though they had seen countless records in the classics, they could not suppress the surging and shock in their hearts when they really faced the myth and witnessed the legend.

"The road above the Supreme Man..."

In a corner of the void, Ge Xiaoxian stood with his hands behind his back, letting the tides of time and space beat and drive him away without moving.

Unlike anyone on the Fire Spirit ship, there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Countless people in later generations only thought that today was the time for the Grandmaster to prove his way, but only a few people like him knew it.

This day is also the day of farewell.

After this day, Yuanyang will last forever, but the ancestor is gone.

"If there is no reward for good and evil, Yuanyang must be partial..."

Ge Xiaoxian sighed and bowed, his sleeves hanging down:

"The younger disciple Ge Xuan, bid farewell to the ancestor..."

During the bow, his divine will seemed to be compatible with the purple sun, looking at the world before the ancient years, in a trance, he saw the endless purple light shining.

The familiar divine court gradually emerged, and a sacred figure walked out of the endless light, standing above the divine court, under the dome.

Playing with the years and time, overlooking the vast world.