Chapter 1736 The People Pity Me, and I Pity the People!
The fog in the sky of the world of no life was blown away, and the sky was bleak and white.
The "lifeless bliss, eternal worry-free" that hundreds of thousands of people believed in was actually such an empty and monotonous place.
All the nutrients were devoured by the Lord of No Life.
Not even an illusion that could comfort the dead souls was retained.
Under this empty sky, Zhang Linchuan stood in the air, quietly feeling the feeling of rapid loss of power - it would not affect his own body power, but would affect his world of no life, and even more so his long-term future.
The struggle for so long finally turned into a bubble, and was shattered one by one.
The real gods in the world were reduced to Mao gods.
The no life religion of hundreds of thousands of believers collapsed overnight.
Seven souls and six lives, the painstaking management was shattered one by one...
Any one of these is a blow that is enough to overturn life.
And he endured them one by one.
Besides, life is short, people are deserted, people are pointed at, and people hate and detest ghosts.
What is the purpose of life?
Who do you work hard for?
He held the frosty white Buzhoufeng in one hand and looked into the distance. Even if he was determined, he couldn't help but sigh: "The world is so vast, with endless places in the east, south, west and north. Can't there be a Zhang Linchuan?"
All the high-ranking members of the church were separated, hundreds of thousands of believers were scattered, and all the dead souls were dissolved.
At this moment, in this empty and lifeless world, there was naturally only one person who could answer him--
"The sky can accommodate you, the earth can accommodate you, but I can't!"
Jiang Wang stood up and hit the sky with his sword!
Although he didn't know exactly what happened, he wiped the blood on the old knife coin with his own hands. Ruan Jianzheng's obstruction to Zhang Linchuan's fate was one of the variables he was waiting for after fighting so hard.
Zhang Linchuan's slight pause was the reason for victory or defeat, the door of life and death!
The sword immortal integrated himself, and the sword performed all methods. Every bit of strengthening would be reflected in the killing power. The blossoming of the magical power Buzhoufeng pushed him an important step towards a stronger path.
This is the first blossoming magical power integrated by the sword immortal!
At this moment, the five palaces shone together, the sword immortal bloomed, his body was bathed in fire, and a sword supported the sky, supporting this lifeless world. At this moment, this is the most appropriate sword-
This world is in a trance, and it should be divided into two parts with the word "human", standing up to the sky and the earth, and then dividing the clear and turbid!
Just as human civilization started from fire, the moment of the human sword was also lit by the Samadhi True Fire.
With the enrichment of knowledge and insight, the Samadhi True Fire will only become more and more powerful, and it will be easier to penetrate Zhang Linchuan's defense. And from Linzi to here, too much effort has been made for this "realization of Samadhi". At this moment, the red flames were burning high, and Chang Xiangsi was raised high, shining like the first torch lit in the long night, illuminating this miserable world, breaking down the barriers of the lifeless world, and paving the way for the struggle between life and death!
The simple integration in the state of the sword immortal opened a new chapter for this world.
And Zhang Linchuan just lowered his head indifferently, looking at the sword that was getting closer and closer, looking at Jiang Wang who was also burning like a flame, and said indifferently: "I follow my own way, and my way is simple. The sky does not tolerate me, so I break this sky. The earth does not tolerate me, so I break this earth. You do not tolerate me... Kill you!"
He crushed the frost wind in his hand!
Black flames ignited outside the whole person. Looking closely, is that a flame? In every ray of flame, there are countless dark electric lights jumping. They are shadowy, they are evil and noisy, and they are also full of vitality.
Shenxiao Youlei Ban Fa!
It is still the framework of Youlei Ban Fa, but the Shinto understanding of the real god in the world has been added. Strengthened killing power, enriched the future, and expanded the boundaries.
Looking from afar, under the background of the empty sky, two people wrapped in black flames and red flames collided with each other.
Half of the high sky was dark, and the thunder and lightning were thousands of miles away.
Half of the ground was brilliant, and the red flames burned the turbid world.
In this vast and lifeless world, this was an unprecedented collision, and this bloody fight was a scene of the creation of the world.
Black and red, separated at the touch.
The red is falling, and the red sea is receding!
The dark one just paused for a moment, and then it fell again irreversibly, pressing the fire of civilization down.
Even if all five lives are dead, all six replacements are lost, and five of the nine disasters have been defeated.
At least in this lifeless world, Zhang Linchuan is still infinitely close to the existence of the real god in the world.
He admitted that Jiang Wang's grasp of the fighter plane was perfect, but under the crushing of strength, the more accurate the fighter plane is, the faster he will die.
Jiang Wang fell all the way, vomiting blood all the way!
And Zhang Linchuan chased him all the way.
In the endless dark thunder and red flames, the pair of red-gold eyes always looked at him.
As early as in Fenglin City, there had never been weakness in these eyes, and they had always been neither humble nor arrogant, and firm in themselves. This firmness made Zhang Linchuan feel vaguely that the bloodstains at the corners of his mouth had an immortal persistence.
Zhang Linchuan did not think it was respectable, and of course he would not find it funny.
He just had some regrets. He believed that he had taken every step as perfectly as possible along the way, and under limited conditions, he had achieved the limit within his ability... But not being able to kill Jiang Wang early might be a flaw.
He was not a person who demanded perfection. If there were occasional omissions, he could make up for it.
Now was the time to make up for it.
He clenched his fist and pulled it back, and the dark light of dark thunder wandered on the peak of his fist. It faintly caused the resonance of heaven and earth.
Life and death!
Then he saw that the immortal red gold in Jiang Wang's eyes shone all over his body at this moment, making him look like a golden Buddha. In the seemingly endless fall, he picked out a sharp sword again.
A sword on the road!
Zhang Linchuan was not the only one who had the moment when the whole world was his enemy. Jiang Wang had also experienced it.
But even when he was publicly wanted by Jingshitai and despised by the world, there were always people who believed in him, supported him, and worked for his innocence.
Of course, there were always people working for Zhang Linchuan - either thinking about how to run away and not be implicated by him, or thinking about how to catch him and kill him.
Jiang Wang had the darkest time and the most glorious time.
When it was dark, everyone in the world thought he was a demon, and when it was glorious, everyone in the world knew that he was a peerless genius who could destroy the Wusheng Sect with one word.
In this darkness and glory, between the trough and the peak, the one who never changed was that "I".
So there was this True Self Dao Sword——
No one who praises me is me!
This was his second True Self Dao Sword after "The handle of the dipper points to the north, and the whole world is winter", which he felt during the long journey of chasing Zhang Linchuan.
This sword has two styles. If it is suppressed, the world will slander it, and if it is raised, the world will praise it.
In the endless fall, Jiang Wang raised this sword!
The snow-like sword tip actually cut out a variety of colors.
That was the floating light of countless praises, endless flattery, and endless worldly luxury.
The light was bizarre and floating.
Everything on this sword seemed to have lost its quality and "self". Countless dark lightnings turned into illusory bubbles, losing their essential killing power.
Even Zhang Linchuan himself was attacked by the sword intent, his body flickered, and he changed from a real and terrifying strong man to an illusory bubble.
This sword is too lethal to the gods.
Shintoism is often a condensation of illusions, where the power of faith converges to form gods, and where delusion brings truth.
And this sword of Taoism exaggerates illusions with illusions, and embellishes mirages with dreams.
Because it is too exaggerated and too fake, it erases the possibility of the "truth" of Shintoism.
The fall of the red tide has stopped.
The colorful sword edge rises.
Jiang Wang's sword of Taoism is so powerful.
But in the broken shadows of the thunder, the outline of Chang Xiangsi is clearly reflected in Zhang Linchuan's indifferent eyes.
Stripped away the bizarre, the true nature of the sword is seen.
Then he punched the tip of the sword!
There were hundreds of thousands of believers, and each of them worshipped me as a god.
What does it matter if I am praised by the world? Has it changed my heart of Taoism?
I, Zhang Linchuan, have long felt your praise from the world!
Clang!
The fist and sword actually made a sound of gold and iron.
This sound is really like a warning bell!
Crack, crack, crack.
With a clear sound of bone cracking, Jiang Wang's right hand holding the sword broke inch by inch and fell down. He reached out with his left hand and grasped the sword that had slipped out of his hand. The whole person fell again, and blood was spilled in the sky.
Zhang Linchuan stood high in the sky, looking at his fist that was cut more than half by the sword, and the blood that kept dripping from the fist and could not be completely contained - the sword intent was too sharp and raging in it, even he needed time to clean it carefully.
He looked at the falling Jiang Wang with some complexity. It was this sword of Tao that made him feel a little unspeakable. It was not because of the power of this sword, but because of the eternal heart of seeking Tao that it embodied.
In a sense, Jiang Wang and he are the same person. They all came from a small place, insisted on themselves, and never changed. They tried their best and did their best in every step.
The only thing is that his choice is always "the best for me", while Jiang Wang often fights for others. He is ruthless and never trusts anyone. Jiang Wang, who had also looked into the abyss, still had the courage to trust and the heart to love.
Destiny diverged from this.
He did become stronger as an individual, and strengthened his wings in the dark world, but he also really felt the glory of the man opposite him.
He would not think that he had done anything wrong, nor would he deny Jiang Wang's choice. He always believed in one thing - no one was right or wrong, the one who died was wrong.
"I met a similar person in Yue before, which made me feel sentimental for a while. But I think you are my fellow traveler."
Zhang Linchuan said: "I think we are probably the same kind of people. We all work hard, we don't give up, we are all very determined, and we can even be called stubborn... Junior Brother Jiang, I admit that if you can survive, you do have the qualifications to meet me at the peak and compete for the strongest."
Talking nonsense about "the strongest"!
The world is so vast, and the strong are incalculable. Even the True Lord Yandao is not uncommon, and there are even great beings above the peak.
And a mere Mao Shen, whose highest achievement is a true god, actually boasts of being the "strongest" here!
But when this person is Zhang Linchuan, it is hard for you to think that he is joking.
You may even think... it may not be impossible.
Boom!
Zhang Linchuan has already begun to fall at a high speed. He rushed from the high dome to the ground. He rushed towards Jiang Wang and punched Jiang Wang: "I admit that you have an extraordinary character and capacity, Junior Brother Jiang, so at least in this fourth calamity... let me kill you!"
Killing has always been just a matter of convenience, and it has always been just a way to achieve a goal. And the way Zhang Linchuan truly respects a person is to regard killing this person as the goal itself, without adding any other value.
Endless ripples, with this fist as the core, expand in all directions.
His fist blasted a plane and a piece of sky. It was as if he smashed the sky of the entire inanimate world down, bringing destruction that Jiang Wang had nowhere to avoid.
But at this time, a voice responded to him.
Jiang Wang was still vomiting blood, and Jiang Wang was still holding his sword tightly with his remaining left hand, preparing to fight back, so it couldn't be Jiang Wang.
This voice was so peaceful but alienated... gently asked.
"What are you... does he need your recognition?"
Zhang Linchuan, who was falling at high speed, felt that his fist was entangled by something. After a closer look, it was like... a fishing line?
A fishing line without a hook actually caught him.
It caught him and pulled him straight to the sky!
Zhang Linchuan felt a powerful and irresistible force, a rule that could not be changed, and even a huge absurdity!
In his inanimate world, he encountered an irresistible force? Encountered the rules that implemented the will of others?
He re-examined the environment with the greatest calmness, without resistance, and let the fishing line pull him up-
He was caught on the cloud!
When did this cloud gather?
It seemed thousands of miles away.
Before Zhang Linchuan found the answer, he saw a person.
A person he was very familiar with.
A face he was very familiar with.
These were his own eyes, his own nose, his own facial features, his own face... his original body!
Wang Changji!
"It's really unstoppable!" Zhang Linchuan looked at him steadily, examining this body that was very familiar to him but very strange: "Are you here to return my body?"
Compared to Zhang Linchuan's surprise, Wang Changji was calm and just said: "I found you."
The two people were both born in Fenglin City, and they were both the so-called three major surnames in that small city, but they had never met. The only conversation between the two of them was the sentence left by Wang Changji when Zhang Linchuan was trying to seize the holy body of bones - "Wait for me to find you."
And today he said, "I found you."
The hair on the back of Zhang Linchuan's neck stood up!
A fishhook had hooked the back of his head at some point, and then it was pulled up suddenly, and the whole skull seemed to be opened!
The pain was too intense and sudden, which triggered Zhang Linchuan's instinctive reaction. The terrifying light of the ghost thunder ignited all over his body, with the power of destroying the world. But it just fluttered for a while, and then it suddenly went out!
Only then did he remember that Wang Changji had already learned about his ghost thunder forbidden method in the cave in the territory of Zhuang State.
He opened his mouth and found that there was also a fishhook in his mouth!
And his nose, his eyes, his ears... his seven orifices and limbs were all hung with fishhooks!
The whole person pulled himself up involuntarily, and the connection with his lifeless world was being cut off.
Countless fishing lines intertwined above his head, like a spider's web, a mess. He seemed to have become a puppet, under the mysterious manipulation of the creator, step by step towards an unknown and terrifying ending.
He felt the power of "Tao" from it!
So he closed his eyes tightly, letting his eyelids be torn by the fishhook, revealing an ugly hole.
The pale white color in his pupils flowed out from the hole. Like nectar, like jade liquid, like the moonlight washing his whole body. He finally escaped from the horror of being covered with fish hooks and entangled with fishing lines...
He returned to the world of no life.
The sky was still pale white, and there were still clouds under his feet that had condensed at some point. Not far away, Wang Changji was still standing with a fishing rod in his hand.
"Very good, it's worth our journey together." Zhang Linchuan gently clapped his hands and praised: "Very good performance of strength, which has expanded my understanding of the world."
Then he saw Wang Changji gently lift the fishing rod -
He only realized at this time that there was more than one fishing rod in front of Wang Changji.
He just fished for himself, but what about the other one?
He felt that Jiang Wang had appeared behind him.
There were bloodstains on his green shirt, his right arm drooped weakly at his side, and his left hand held his sword Chang Xiangsi.
The whole person's aura is far less magnificent than the initial one, but it is more sharp and dangerous.
Zhang Linchuan slightly turned sideways, and the whole person was under the influence of the rootless magic, between existence and non-existence... He could not turn his back to Wang Changji, nor did he dare to turn his back to Jiang Wang.
"When did you come?" Jiang Wang asked Wang Changji across Zhang Linchuan.
"I've been here for a while." Wang Changji answered across Zhang Linchuan, looking around with a distant look: "I've been studying here."
There seemed to be an unknown tacit understanding between them, and they didn't need other communication.
"Have you studied anything?" Zhang Linchuan interrupted with a smile.
At this time, he was standing in the middle, Jiang Wang was on his left, and Wang Changji was on his right.
Hearing his question, Wang Changji calmly shifted his gaze and looked at him.
Zhang Linchuan found that his gaze had been fixed!
At this moment, he could only see Wang Changji in his eyes, and the face he was very familiar with.
And a very sharp and pure killing intent suddenly appeared on the left.
The pale sky of the Wusheng World reflected four brilliant star towers of different shapes, which were the reflection of Jiang Wang's path in this world!
And between the star towers, the star roads turned and connected, forming a seven-star road. The Big Dipper turned, and the handle pointed to the north!
After repeated life-and-death battles, and after being burned by the Samadhi True Fire again and again, Jiang Wang's powerful path power began to invade the Wusheng World!
Zhang Linchuan couldn't look away at this moment, and he couldn't see the seven stars reflecting the world at all. But I can feel the starlight shining on me, and I can feel the frost and coldness of the sky and the earth as if it’s winter.
For the first time, there was a real sense of crisis that "death is imminent".
Sizzle, sizzle.
White gas came out around him, boiling like steam. But it's not burning, but rather cool.
This is the energy of inanimateness, which is his alienated use of the power of the inanimate religion's belief. It kills the soul if touched. Those who believe in it have no life, and those who do not believe in it have no life and suffer forever!
Because he had already reserved the means to cut off from believers, after the collapse of Wusheng Sect, the power of faith accumulated in the past did not lose much. At this time, he unleashed it without hesitation, and Wang Changji’s gaze, and Wang Changji’s invisible The fishing lines are fighting and entangled!
His right hand used his ribs to turn into a knife. His head and neck did not move, but his body turned on its own.
A sword meets a sword.
Use the sword of lifelessness to meet the sword of true self!
The narrow white bone blade collided with the sharp green-edged sword, and there was a clang that aroused the soul.
Sword energy and sword energy collided crazily, and spiritual thoughts and spiritual thoughts fought for life and death.
Their paths also collide at the fundamental level of the inanimate world!
puff!
And he heard the sound of flesh penetration ringing in his ears so suddenly. It's so ridiculous, so unbelievable. A crazy, cruel, murderous sword penetrated his lower back!
"ah!"
At this moment he let out a low roar of pain.
The lifeless energy surrounded him like a white dragon. He instantly cut away Jiang Wang, broke away from Wang Changji's gaze, and discovered the person behind him——
A young man with blood-red eyes and an extremely crazy appearance. Because of too much exertion, his whole body was tense, every muscle was tense, his entire face was twisted into a ball, and his veins were as ugly as earthworms. Holding that brutal sword, he was still stabbing forward desperately!
He didn't say a word, because the energy of speaking had to be used in this sword. He didn't even blink once, just stared at him.
It was as if I only had this chance to draw the sword once in my life. I wanted to put everything I had in my body, mind, and soul into this sword.
The fishing rod that Wang Changji mentioned before was the one who lifted it into the inanimate world!
He asked Wang Changji before what he had researched?
This sudden sword that penetrated the lower back was the answer!
But Zhang Linchuan would never accept this answer!
All around the world, evil chanting sounds resounded——
"I came from the sea of suffering and floated in my skin. All those who suffered six defeats and seven lives were ill. Those who suffered three sorrows and eight sufferings are innocent people. The common people have pity on me, I pity the common people..."
One, two, a hundred, a thousand... hundreds of thousands of chants, hundreds of thousands of prayers!
Above Zhang Linchuan's head, there was a Taoist book with a pale white cover, which was gently opened. It's like a whole new world unfolds its outline to the audience. Every word and every trace on it is his life and his path.
He, the space around him, the sword that crazily destroyed his body functions, and the person who sent the sword into his lower back, all at the same time became illusory and unreal, a mixture of truth and fiction.
At this moment, he has fallen into the state of "no life and eternal life, neither thinking nor being".
This is a realm that exists only in imagination for a long time in the Sutra of Immortality, because every moment of maintaining it requires burning a huge amount of faith.
Relying on this situation, he briefly avoided the pursuit of Wang Changji and Jiang Wang, and gave himself a certain amount of time to deal with his injuries and deal with this man with blood-red eyes...who was looking for death.
brush!
With just a casual flick of the long and narrow bone knife in his hand, a head flew into the sky!
This man's swordsmanship was somewhat promising, but his strength was too weak. If Wang Changji and Jiang Wang hadn't interfered, it would have been impossible to stab him. Even a sneak attack is impossible.
He didn't have any thoughts of reminiscing about the past. Just like when he killed his father with a casual thunder spell, he didn't need to have any thoughts to kill this man vaguely named Crane.
Bang bang!
My heart aches!
wrong!
At the same time as the long knife fell.
Zhang Linchuan suddenly felt alarmed——
He shouldn't be killed!
He grabbed his remaining soul with his backhand and tried to stuff it back into his body.
But it's too late.
Fang Heling's severed head was laughing wildly. After completing all his "missions", he could finally laugh wildly: "Fenglin's trash was responsible for Zhang Linchuan's death!!!"
The blood in his eyes was still there, but the light was dimmed.
He is already dead.
But Zhang Linchuan's pale and bone-like holy body began to bleed!
The blood spread on his limbs, on his face, and even on his Inanimate Dao Sutra!
What is residual swordsmanship?
It is the most ferocious and evil sword.
The so-called "there is no one left in the world".
As the saying goes, "Separate one part of the soul, two parts of the bone, three parts of the flesh, and four parts of the blood. Use your body as a furnace and your life as a fire."
It is said that "When you are born, the sky is missing, and when you move, the earth will split!"
It's a forbidden technique in the Flying Sword Era!
Even Yan Chunhui, who stood at the top of the world, would call this technique a "fierce sword" when he mentioned it.
With Fang Heling's talent, it was too difficult to activate the sword.
It can even be said that even if he paid everything, it would not be enough to pay the price of this forbidden sword.
With the help of Wang Changji, he used the secret method of "Life-Binding and Heart-Eating", which originated from the magical power of hatred, to link the residual sword technique with his own life. Kill like a sword.
That is to say——
The price of using his complete sword skills must be borne by Zhang Linchuan who killed him!
What Zhang Linchuan is enduring now is the backlash of his complete broken sword technique!
For the first time, he felt truly angry. He was hurt by Ge Fei and frustrated by Jiang Wang. He could accept both of these. But he was angry that he was hurt by an incompetent person! He clenched his right hand directly, and his strength burst out, locking Fang Heling's remaining soul into a lifeless prison, causing him to suffer eternal pain.
However, even in that transparent cage, Fang Heling's remaining soul was so painful that it was on the verge of disintegration... but it was still smiling! Laughing like crazy!
Boom, boom, boom!
The sky is filled with thunder and lightning as vast as the sea.
Is that the thunder pool magical power?
How could there be such a vast thunder pool!
It is as straight as the vast sea covering the world, and the endless water droplets are filled with electric light!
Bu Zhoufeng opened the sky, the true fire of Samadhi burned through the rules, and the thunder pool replaced the punishment of heaven... This inanimate world was invaded bit by bit!
Zhang Linchuan's blood-white holy body gradually solidified, and the realm of "no life and eternal life, neither thought nor existence" had been broken under internal and external difficulties.
Wow!
The sound of paper being turned rapidly was deafening.
There was a beautiful arc between heaven and earth, and a sharp sword penetrated the sky... The Taoist Sutra of Inanimation was shattered into white flying debris all over the sky.
His way is cut off!
Hoo ho ho.
The frosty wind was so cold that it killed the ripples in time and space.
So the spirit has nowhere to escape.
And his neck was strangled, tightly held by Wang Changji.
Death is coming!
Zhang Linchuan once again had such a realization in his heart.
Did the fourth calamity actually end in this way?
"Then, I will return my body to you." Zhang Linchuan still maintained his dignity in the end and said calmly: "Junior Brother Jiang, Brother Wang, two old friends, we will meet again."
"I will find you." Wang Changji just said.
With a strong force on his hand, he had already broken the neck of the white bone holy body.
Of course he would not want this body that was coveted by the White Bone God, usurped by Zhang Linchuan, and killed by Wang Changxiang himself... of course he would not want it again.
And Jiang Wang also pressed his palm with great tacit understanding, and burned this body in red flames. He used the true fire of Samadhi to burn this so-called divine body completely, and also burned away all the darkness left by Zhang Linchuan in this body. hand.
Black snow began to fall from the sky.
The vast, inanimate world began to collapse.
In the end, Jiang Wang and Wang Changji stood silently facing each other, with a cage made of pale bone pillars hanging between them. Fang Heling in the cage was twitching in pain, but she was smiling as she looked at the place where Zhang Linchuan disappeared.
Although he had already been killed by Zhang Linchuan first.
The soul is in a prison of no life, where it will suffer forever and never die.
"I'll give you a good time." Wang Changji said quietly: "Do you have anything to say?"
At this last moment, Fang Heling endured the pain of thousands of ants eating her heart and knives cutting her flesh, but she turned to look at Jiang Wang: "I want to ask..."
He twitched and forced himself to finish his sentence: "Why did you hate me so much before... before I became a demon?"
Jiang Wang didn't expect that this was what he cared about in the end, so he said honestly without much hesitation: "Actually, we have never hated you before. At least that's the case for myself. The only time was when Peng Ju died. When you are very proud."
Even in the soul state, Fang Heling's eyes were blood-red, and he looked at Jiang Wang with that scarlet look: "Then why do you refuse to take me with you every time I want to follow you?"
Jiang Wang thought for a while: "I just think you are too young to join us in fighting and... visiting brothels."
"Do you still remember, one time... I took a pot of wine and wanted to toast with you, but Fang Pengju threw me out."
Jiang Wang thought about it seriously, but still said: "I have no impression."
Fang Heling was stunned for a moment.
Those imaginations that made him miserable turned out to have never become waves for others. Some things have no deep meaning and are just overthinking.
At this time, he seemed to be unable to feel the pain Wu Sheng Prison brought him.
Feelings become blurry.
But some long-ago conversations clearly sounded in my ears——
"Go, go, kid, what are you drinking? Du Laoer, if you dare to drink from He Ling, I will pull out your beard today!"
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"
"Why are children joining in the fun? Is killing someone fun? Go back!"
Many, many pictures went through my mind.
Some are clear, some are blurry.
It turns out that people really recall their lives before they die?
Fang Peng held up the lonely body.
Huang Azhan's severed head.
Uncle Li cursed through the formation.
And in the end...the father's body was scorched black by lightning.
"I really... damn it."
He murmured like this and looked at Wang Changji, his eyes were already waiting for a pleasure.
Wang Changji then raised his hand.
He coyly asked again, just like the little boy hiding behind Fang Pengju, timidly and anxiously: "When I die, see my father, and see Uncle Li, can I say that I am not a waste?" ?”
Wang Changji always tells the truth.
The truth is, you're already dead. The remaining souls now disappeared immediately. After you die, you won’t see your father, you won’t see your Uncle Li, you won’t see anything after you die, nothing. The source pool is empty.
But this time, Wang Changji didn't say that.
He just said: "I think it's okay."
Fang Heling closed her eyes with tears streaming down her face: "Brother Wang, take me home."
Then, together with the Inanimate Cage, they were crushed by Wang Changji's palm.
There is no wind, no fog, and white smoke curls up.
Jiang Wang didn't speak, and neither did Wang Changji.
After a period of brewing, the collapsing inanimate world opened a portal with light flowing through it, and they walked in side by side.
…
It is difficult to understand what the Netherworld is without having actually been to the Netherworld.
The so-called "the feeling is unconscious, the five senses are like decay, the sadness has no tears, the hatred has no heart, it is called the netherworld" (contained in "Chaocangwu")
The Netherworld is a world without consciousness, so the first thing to do when entering the Netherworld is to adapt to the rules of the Netherworld and re-establish "awareness" for yourself.
Of course, for Shenlin monks, spiritual consciousness can completely complete this process.
The Netherworld is also the way to the Source Pool, which is the largest camp in the Death Wilderness. So it is not a pure world of the dead, it still has the fire of life and the light of civilization.
Lu Yan has been yearning for the underworld for too many years.
But never visited.
At first it was because he lacked strength, but later he didn't dare to get close.
Until this time, Zhang Linchuan taught him the "paper clothes soul replacement method".
He has no grudge against Zhang Linchuan, and of course there is no loyalty. From the beginning to the end, they just have a cooperative relationship where each gets what he needs.
Although he has given a lot, his "needs" have not been obtained until now.
He has carefully examined it many times and confirmed that there is nothing wrong with this secret method. Only then did he dare to put on his "paper clothes" and sneak into the netherworld.
The Netherworld is not so easy to enter. He is not as easy as Zhang Linchuan to enter and exit calmly. The entrance he chose is a weak area rarely seen in this world - he has been preparing for this day for too long.
Although his desire is not worth mentioning, his love is as light as a feather, and his efforts are insignificant. But everything he does has an end...
He still walked step by step to where he is today, having endured the divine presence, and made it to the nether world.
He didn't know where his dead wife's soul was.
He was trying one by one of the 371 secret methods he had collected to find his wife.
He had to be careful because the Netherworld was such a dangerous place. The Evil God of Bones will never let him go, and Bones is not the only god of the underworld. None of them are good.
When he tried the 323rd secret method, his eyeballs suddenly moved, and the secret method had a weak reaction!
Lu Yan was ecstatic, but the next moment, the eyeball exploded out of the eye socket!
At this moment, the world was spinning and the five senses were confused.
"No!"
he cried out in pain.
At this moment he understood——
There is indeed no problem with the "Paper Clothes Soul Replacement Method", the problem is with himself!
During the long relationship in the past, Zhang Linchuan had already planted tricks on his body. Having worshiped the Wusheng Sutra for a period of time, his soul has long been contaminated by the Wusheng God. Zhang Linchuan indeed left himself the last escape route, and unfortunately, he was that retreat!
Amidst the violent power fluctuations, there was a painful hiss.
Lu Yan's remaining eye suddenly turned white. It was because he was using the power of his natural dark eye to resist, but it turned black again the next moment.
"Look for...look for..." Lu Yan struggled to shout in the end, pointing in a direction with his index finger trembling.
"Okay, I promise you." He said again.
The next moment, the body had regained its composure. He reached out his hand, grabbed the eyeball that exploded out of the eye socket, and slowly pressed it back into the eye socket.
"This body..."
Zhang Linchuan, who had used up his last substitute, moved his limbs and felt very uncomfortable. The body is too stupid, the cultivation is too rough, the physical body is too poorly developed.
But now, he has no other choice.
He cherished this last substitution very much. It was originally intended to be left to a key figure who could influence the world's situation, or to find his true identity. Naturally, he prepared other ways to retreat into the Netherworld.
But in the previous battle, Wang Changji blocked his inanimate world, and Jiang Wang cut off his path and shattered his inanimate sutra.
The layers of hidden hands he left in the holy body of bones were also completely burned by the true fire of Samadhi.
Wang Changji and Jiang Wang didn't even covet the holy body created on the top!
If there is no desire, then one will be strong, and if there is no leakage, it will be possible.
As a last resort, he could only accept the grievances of the Dharma King who had followed him for a long time and took his place in this body, even in the underworld. This will cut off all the cause and effect in this world and start all over again.
He will never surrender to the will of God and will never fear failure.
He always has the courage to start over.
Because he came to this point with nothing.
With various information about the Nether World running through his mind, Zhang Linchuan roughly judged the location, selected a direction, and moved forward with his eyes turned.
This direction is completely opposite to the direction Lu Yan pointed before his consciousness disappeared.
Yes, he promised Lu Yan...
Then what?
He also promised hundreds of thousands of followers to create an inanimate world of eternal happiness. As long as it can help achieve the goal, he can answer any words and dare to swear any oaths.
He never cared about other people's stories. No matter whether that person is called Yue Tu, Jiang Wang, Lu Yan, or anything else.
He wouldn't tell anyone his story.
It does not need.
The sympathy, recognition, admiration, or contempt, disgust, and hatred of the weak... are really meaningless things.
He would never care about this except when absorbing Shinto beliefs.
His steps are not heavy, and he never lets the past constrain him. For the truly strong, no matter how big the failure is, the pain should be short-lived, because the continuation of pain is equivalent to prolonging the failure.
He will only look forward and go higher.
The future still holds endless possibilities. In the nether world, he can also start his new life.
Perhaps it should be based on the authority of the bones...
But his steps stopped again.
Because right in front of him, a portal with flowing light appeared.
And two old friends who had just got together not long ago walked out.
There is no place in life that we don’t meet!
I thought about goodbye, but I never thought it would come so soon.
At this moment, Zhang Linchuan's mind was flashing, and he instantly opened the blocked scene in Lu Yan's memory——
It was in front of a clear creek.
With a splash, Lu Yan threw a doll into the stream.
There are ripples.
Just across the creek, there was a fisherman holding a pole. He looked over calmly and distantly: "I said, you scared away my fish."
The picture shattered as soon as it was rolled.
Even Lu Yan himself does not remember this memory. Therefore, he was not captured by Zhang Linchuan immediately.
It turned out that at that time, Wang Changji had already caught up with Lu Yan, thus leaving Lu Yan with tricks.
In other words, Wang Changji could actually deal with Zhang Linchuan earlier. No matter whether he borrowed the power of the real people from Jingguo, Weiguo or Xumishan, as long as he was given enough information, he would be dead at that time. But what Wang Changji wants is for Zhang Linchuan to die completely!
So you have to wait until he reveals all his trump cards and makes all his efforts before appearing!
It turns out that Jiang Wang, who had been following him all this time, was firmly waiting for the intersection of light and darkness. The tacit understanding between him and Wang Changji came earlier and deeper than imagined!
turn out to be!
This is his first calamity. This calamity involving life and death can still be traced back to Yanyun Mountain...
Dao's heart was as firm as Zhang Linchuan's, and his eyes were dazed for a moment.
It turns out that with his method of resisting the will of God, he has not even been able to survive the first calamity!
So what is the courage to tease the real people from all sides and challenge the strong men of all countries?
So what is a method that can destroy a country and stir up troubles in the world?
So what is the ambition of surviving six calamities together, daring to be the enemy of the world, and daring to compete with God's will?
Everything is in vain!
Nature plays tricks on people, and fate plays tricks on people.
Now we know why so many heroes and powerful men cannot help but sigh like this!
No!
Zhang Linchuan suddenly raised his eyes.
Even if the heroes of Qing Dynasty turn to ashes, even if the princes and generals are reduced to bones, I will not accept it!
In this life, I will only take the strongest path, and only seek the name of the strongest.
Throughout history, there is no one like me!
With Lu Yan's body that has not yet adapted, no matter who he faces Wang Changji or Jiang Wangzhong, there is no possibility of winning.
Zhang Linchuan has always been a very sober person, so he is completely able to see the reality clearly and see that there is no way out.
But he still opened his arms, his long hair was fluttering, and his whole body was filled with lifeless white energy. He charged at the two people at the same time in a hugging posture——
"Now in my inanimate world, I can enjoy the blessing of inanimate life! Inanimate longevity! Inanimate salary!"
At this moment, he jumped high into the sky.
Consciousness transcends the barriers of time and space and leaps to an unknown place.
He uses the supreme inanimate mysterious method to burn the road, light up the divinity, and force himself to cross the long river of destiny to take a look at his possible future!
But all he saw was a complicated and gorgeous star map that filled his field of vision.
Up, down, left, right, front and back, no matter which direction he looked, he saw a complex star map.
Ruan Yuan, the True Lord of the Gua Dao, had already blocked his future.
He has destroyed the past, lost the present, and has the future cut off.
At this moment, his eyes were splitting.
Then a pair of dark eyes really cracked open, exploding with terrifying slurry, and painted the ferocious old face. There is still lightning leaping in the eye sockets, like two small thunder pools.
All his ambition and determination were imprisoned in his body at this moment, and he could not lift his legs.
"Don't go too far!"
And as the frosty wind blew through the nether world, Jiang Wang simply moved forward, raised his sword, and wiped it horizontally——
The old head has soared!
The two corpses were all ignited with red flames. The true fire of samadhi was just a smudge. The place was empty, not even a grain of ashes was left. Because I know too much, I burn it too cleanly!
The world of the underworld, which should have been unconscious, gained a little color because of the bright fire of Samadhi.
There is a great will passing through the darkness.
But the place was empty, and the two impolite human visitors had disappeared.
Come and go in a hurry, like a big dream.
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Autumn is over.
On the windowsill facing the lake, the spring scenery is still in full bloom.
In the mist of frost, the bonsai trees full of flowers seem a little sparse, as if they are reminiscing about the time that can no longer be restored.
Uncle Shuofang Bao Yi stood in front of the window with his hands folded and sighed: "Feihe Lake, Feihe Lake, I have never seen a crane soaring into the sky."
"This is a simple matter." Bao Zhongqing, who had just walked in with a happy face, said, "My son will catch a group of cranes for his father tomorrow and ask them to show them to his father one by one."
Uncle Shuo Fang, who had a gentle face and eyes, did not say this, but just said: "What do you want?"
"Yuzhi has given birth!" Bao Zhongqing said happily: "Your grandson is very healthy! It's cold outside, and my son didn't dare to take him out. Would you like to go and take a look, father?"
Bao Yi still looked at the smoke in the distance and said after a long time: "I'm afraid you don't just want to say this."
Bao Zhongqing scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed, but still smiled brightly: "Father, my son is already a father. It's time to have his own career. Look at the Annihilation Army..."
"Do you know what a father is?" Bao Yi suddenly asked.
Bao Zhongqing was stunned for a moment and replied quickly: "Of course, like you, he reports to the court, provides peace to the people, and stands upright. This is my father!"
"The word "father" tells the truth with its shape, which means teaching with a stick and working with an ax." Bao Yi turned around, his eyebrows raised slightly, and the feeling of wealth and smoothness suddenly changed. Cheng Guoyi said awkwardly: "I'm not a good father. I didn't educate you well, and I didn't protect Bo Zhao well."
Bao Zhongqing's expression changed: "Father... what does this mean?"
Bao Yi didn't speak anymore. He just stretched out his hand, touched Bao Zhongqing's face, and then just... pressed it.
The three-day withered flowers on the windowsill are still blooming brilliantly.
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"Wow wow wow~"
The baby on the little bed cries loudly,
Miao Yuzhi, the daughter of the Cangzhu County Sheriff, was lying on the big bed with a numb face.
She was not surprised that her husband ran to his father-in-law to ask for power as soon as he saw his son. Of course it's not sad.
She can also laugh, and she can laugh happily.
But there was no one around at the moment, so there was no need to force it.
She lay quietly on the bed, a little dazed.
Sometimes I think of when I was very young, wearing braids and running in the fields where flowers were blooming and butterflies were flying.
Sometimes I think back to...the young hero who stood on tiptoe and peeked in the crowd.
Those carefree times, who had stolen them?
In a daze, she seemed to hear the voice of a child, and the child was saying——
"Mother, mother, my dear mother."
"Bao Bozhao died silently, and Bao Zhongqing married unwillingly."
"No one has ever asked you whether you are willing or not, whether you are happy or not.
"Mother, my dear mother..."
She felt that she must have heard wrongly, so she weakly turned her head and looked over. The baby on the crib was still crying.
She closed her eyes tiredly to hold back her tears.
Because of this, she didn't see——
The pair of dark eyes of the crying baby on the small bed suddenly turned pale!
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【End of this volume】
[Thank you all for your company. We have completed another journey together. "Life is full of storms, how can I walk alone?"
After five days of rest, we will see you on the next leg of the journey. 】
This chapter has 12,000 words, 4 of which are additional chapters for Silver League’s “Purely Entertainment Lin” (4/10)!
I probably won’t write a testimonial tomorrow.
I may lie down for a few days before talking.
Best wishes to all.