Chapter 2089 It Turns Out that All Old Dreams Are Yesterday

Dou Zhao never felt that there was any insurmountable mountain top in the world.

Every high mountain standing there is waiting for people to climb. And he is the one who can level everything.

This is not destiny.

He also never believed in the myth of destiny.

But... who else would it be than me?

The Tianxiao knife is horizontal in the air, the spine of the knife is like a mountain, and the blade is about to split the ground.

Dou Zhao's splendid golden body flies wildly, and this daydream world that accommodates endless delusions trembles under his sword!

Zheng Shao's expression was still bright, and his tone was even joyful: "Boy in red, you are very strong! I am hiding here in the Yin-Yang Maze and struggling to survive. The power I can mobilize is very limited, and there is a real possibility of being defeated by you!"

The ancient sages opened their arms to embrace this world, as if they were also welcoming the future.

The power of delusion is exaggerated in this world. Or it rains suddenly, and the raindrops are like feathers. Or the soil turns into lava, and thunder walks on the ground. Even falling to the ground becomes heaven, and inverse yin becomes yang.

But no matter how the scene changes, how the wind, rain, clouds and snow alternate, that touch of gold is still bold and flamboyant.

He seemed to shine eternally in this world of delusions: "Among all the unrealistic delusions, I am the only one that comes true. The present will surely defeat the past, just as I will defeat you!"

The earth rumbled and cracked, and a natural chasm separated Zheng Shao and Douzhao. The mighty starlight rushed out of the ground in the form of magma flowing, roaring in front of Dou Zhao like a bizarre dream.

Zheng Shao stood on the other side of the chasm and laughed loudly: "In order not to give you a chance to communicate, there is a specific rule that can only be informed at this time - the challenges of the Yin and Yang world are carried out together, and you must win at the same time. And the error cannot exceed a quarter of an hour, otherwise the yin and yang will change and the five elements will rotate, and we will always come back."

He was not proud, but sighed: "That's too tiring! After so many years after death, people still need to get up and work. I don't know how the current world is developing, but it is definitely not my ideal world. "

Dou Zhao raised his sword and charged into the Roaring Galaxy. The roar of the long sword prompted his question: "How big is the strength gap between you and Zhao Fanlu?"

"Although I don't want to admit it - there should be no gap between him and me." Zheng Shao watched Dou Zhao's performance with great interest: "How do you plan to control power and time? In order to reach an agreement with the boy in green as soon as possible Do you need my cooperation to achieve victory?"

"I don't intend to control." Dou Zhao's unruly figure had already shot out of the galaxy. He smoothed the last distance with a knife and faced Zheng Shao. He raised the blade close to his head and said, "Although Jiang Wang is not very good, he can't do it either." I'm too far behind. A quarter of an hour is too long! Look at the bones in your grave."

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At this time, on the other side of the Yin and Yang world, Jiang Wang was facing the same problem.

Zhao Fanlu, who was wearing a black crown and black robe, had her eyes closed, her hands crossed on her chest, and she was lying flat in a black coffin, as if she was already asleep.

The coffin sank at the bottom of the dark water. Faintly is the end of this world.

And his voice echoed in the boundless sea——

"This is my midnight, I travel in people's waking hours. Young man, does life make you feel tired, are you about to wake up?"

Although collectively known as the "Yin and Yang World", the worlds of Zheng Shao and Zhao Fanlu cannot be simply divided into Yin and Yang.

Zheng Shao's world is a daydream world, filled with delusions.

Zhao Fanlu's world is an ocean of subconsciousness, and what is confused are the fragments of consciousness and the subconscious thoughts of living beings.

Neither of these two powers can be clearly seen in light and shadow, but they have their own strange secrets of the Yin Yang family.

Jiang Wang was holding his sword in the deep sea, looking around calmly, and only said: "I never fell asleep. Why should I wake up?"

Zhao Fanlu's voice floated in the dark sea water, like a water plant that had lost its vitality: "A sober person is the most miserable person in the world. All the beauty in the world is not worth mentioning if you see through it. No matter how beautiful the robe is, there will inevitably be something underneath. It’s all lice. We always say it’s hard to be confused!”

"I don't care whether you are confused or not, I don't care about your attitude towards life. I don't try to change you, senior. Of course, I will not be changed by you." Jiang Wang said calmly: "I only know that no matter what fate gives , I will feel it clearly. I will face everything in my life."

"What if your ending is death?" Zhao Fanlu asked.

Jiang Wang spread his fingers and let his knuckles feel the sea. The flames still dancing in the sea water swam between his fingers. He said in a declarative tone: "Let me know how I died, and let me see if I can save it."

Subconscious thoughts are often unconscious thoughts, but they are related to fragments of past life experiences.

In the ocean of subconsciousness, Zhao Fanlu was able to see the truest person, and he also showed the truest self.

"Do you respect us, the bones of the past, the dead?" he asked.

"I respect history, senior. It is everything in the past that has made the world what it is today." Jiang Wang said: "Of course I respect the people who create history more."

Zhao Fanlu said: "If I tell you this road is blocked -"

Jiang Wang interrupted him: "Whether this road is open or not, I must walk it myself instead of hearing about it in other people's ears. I respect you, but I will not follow you. I have my own way to go."

Zhao Fanlu, who was lying in the coffin, slowly opened his eyes. His pupils were faint, with a hint of sadness: "Don't follow anyone? Even the sages?"

Jiang Wang extinguished the red flame in his hand: "There is no self outside me, and there is no other in my true self."

"So, young man." Zhao Fanlu asked: "Do you have any entanglements that you can't get over, or regrets in your dreams at midnight?"

"Whatever I want, I will fight for with my sword. Whatever I have dreamed of, I will realize with my own hands." Jiang Wang began to walk forward, colorful lights and voiceprints that were invisible to the naked eye intertwined under his feet: "It's you, senior - I seem to see that your old and unattainable dreams are shattered here. Do you regret it?"

Zhao Fanlu couldn't tell lies in the ocean of subconscious, so he opened his eyes and shed tears. He could only say: "If you want to successfully pass here, both of you must win the challenge in the Yin and Yang world, and the error cannot exceed a quarter of an hour - come on, let me see how you control the situation, let me see the future generations The proud one!”

One after another, figures sat up from his body, walked out of the coffin, and walked towards Jiang Wangxing.

They were subconscious projections created by Zhao Fanlu. Some were holding compasses, some were holding books, and some were holding swords...

Almost endless projections filled the ocean in an instant!

In this vast ocean of subconsciousness, every subconscious projection of Zhao Fanlu can reflect part of his power.

Such dense flying made the Youhai even darker by three points.

"You underestimate Dou Zhao too much." Jiang Wang said quietly: "I don't think I have an advantage over him for more than a quarter of an hour."

Seeing and hearing created a wonderful harmony, and the colorful light intertwined into a pure white boat under his feet!

The world has never been the same since.

The ocean of subconscious mind must also be covered by knowledge. All subconscious fragments must be clearly displayed.

I come, I see, I smell, I see everything!

Bai Zhou travels through the dark sea, crushing everything in sight with his unparalleled domineering momentum.

The subconscious projections that flew in one after another were easily destroyed one by one, like the waves that kept hitting the sea.

The boat of knowledge quickly crushed tens of millions of projections. Its long tail line was like a sharp sword, cutting through the ocean of subconsciousness so clearly - in less than a breath, the boat of knowledge had already arrived at the dark sea and sunk the coffin. above.

The white boat is facing the black coffin, Jiang Wang is holding the sword in the heart of the boat!

The current legend and the ancient sage faced each other in this situation.

Zhao Fanlu, who was crying with eyes open in the black coffin, and Jiang Zhenren, who was calm and peaceful on the white boat...

Their eyes met each other, a hundred thousand years have passed!

Have old dreams become yesterday?

Is the ideal impossible to achieve?

Are all our efforts in vain?

In the deep dark sea, such silent questions echoed.

Jiang Wang responded with his sword, and then he cut him horizontally with his sword!

The sword in Zhao Fan's tearful eyes did not seem to have the image of a sword. It was infinitely magnified by the boat of knowledge, giving the opponent only a glimmer of edge.

Although there is a line, it is endless.

This sharp edge doesn't seem to be cut from the upper body, but rather seems to be imprinted on the body.

It precedes perception.

When you feel it, you have been struck.

The entire subconscious ocean is separated by such a ray of light... the sea opens to the sky!

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When the cave-level evil view in front of the white-clothed prince shattered into thousands of drops of pure water, the dark sky seemed to be raining - as if some of the sins had been washed away.

The remaining sword light is still extending almost infinitely, slashing towards the end of the field of vision.

At first glance, it seemed as if the entire Niehai was diverted by the light of the sword.

Chong Xuan Zun’s sword is so bright.

And Kou Xuejiao stepped out of the turbid waves cut by the sword light.

"I found Qiongqi!"

Even if Leng Su was like her, after searching hard for so long, she finally found the world of lotus seeds where her target was, and her tone was a little more joyful.

"Yeah?"

At this time she heard a voice ask.

It wasn't Zhong Xuanzun's voice.

Then he turned around and saw a man with poor appearance carrying a six-foot sword on his back.

Although he has a short stature, he carries such a long sword.

He has dark skin but wears an off-white gown.

In short, he is a person who doesn't know how to cover his shortcomings. In other words, he is a person who is unconscious of his shortcomings.

Kou Xuejiao's heart began to sink. He felt a little cold for no reason. His armor couldn't withstand the cold, so he couldn't help but hold the Three Thousand Red Dust Sword tightly.

"Excuse me." The ugly man with the sword behind his back saluted very politely: "May I ask if the Right Protector of the Blood River Sect, Kou Xuejiao, is in person? I once told people that when I achieve the truth of the cave, I will ask you for advice. I don't know. Is now the right time?"

May there be no sin in the world, and may the swords of the Dharma be forged into plowshares!

Six-foot-forged plow sword, the first sword of Legalism.

Of course Kou Xuejiao recognized this forged plow sword, and of course he remembered Xu Ximing.

According to the speculations of several masters, the figure of Xu Ximing is very likely to be the representative of the evil ancestor of Bodhi!

Seeing it with her own eyes, even if she is a real person in the world, a strong person who has been fighting for life and death in the disaster water for many years, she can't help but feel a chill down her spine.

Threads of mortal world grew out of the hilt of the sword, entangled like a spiritual snake, and climbed up her arm.

Kou Xuejiao calmed down quickly - the evil ancestor of Bodhi had been suppressed and sent back, and he could not escape without evil calamity. Even if the Xu Ximing in front of her is really the representative of the evil ancestor Bodhi, he may not be able to kill Kou Xuejiao by force!

She turned the edge of the sword, and the strands of red dust flew behind her like a ribbon: "If you think it's the right time, then come and ask about my sword!"

Xu Ximing smiled unattractively and already had the plow sword in his hand.

"Then take my sword."

He held the long sword in both hands and dragged it diagonally behind him. With a slightly awkward posture, he began to run towards this side, and the turbulent waves rose behind him, and in an instant, it was overwhelming——

"Kou Protector?"

The voice seemed to be far away in the sky, but it fell like a meteorite, like a meteor streaking through the sky, and fell into her ears, becoming very clear.

Kou Xuejiao came back to his senses and met Chong Xuanzun's slightly questioning eyes.

His voice was also the sword of killing delusion!

"What's wrong with you?"

Kou Xuejiao took a deep breath and looked around, but there was no trace of Xu Ximing?

Her eyes fell from Xu Ximing's face to Chong Xuanzun's face, as if she had come from hell to heaven.

"Nothing." She evaded a sentence, and couldn't help but say: "Champion Marquis, did you just see an ugly man with a long sword on his back?"

"There are only two of us here." Chong Xuanzun said.

His words are always certain, and there are few question sentences.

Because he has absolute faith in himself. The truth he saw was the truth, and the path he determined was the right path. He would never doubt himself because of anyone. Kou Xuejiao certainly had no right to be an exception.

Kou Xuejiao stood there quietly, in a trance for a moment: "Today's disaster is not peaceful, why don't we - as soon as possible."

She was supposed to say to go back first, but for some reason she changed her mind.

Chong Xuanzun said calmly: "It doesn't matter. After searching in the disaster for so long, Kou Protector is also very tired. You can give me the clues of Qiongqi and go back to the sect to recuperate first. I will leave after taking Qiongqi's blood."

"Let's go together. Qiongqi is not easy to find." Kou Xuejiao turned around and led the way in front. In the process of turning around, he quickly recovered.

The evil calamity has not yet arrived, and the three evils of the sea of ​​evil cannot come out.

Xu Ximing is not a concern, and she really shouldn't turn back!

Why is he so scared?

"Kou Protector." Chong Xuanzun's voice sounded again.

"What's the matter?" Kou Xuejiao walked in front without looking back.

"Are you okay?" Chong Xuanzun asked again.

"I have been fighting in the water of disaster for so many years, what can happen?" Kou Xuejiao said firmly: "Take the blood of Qiongqi and leave."

After guarding the sea of ​​evil for more than 54,000 years, the Xuehe Sect's understanding of the water of disaster can be said to be the best in the world.

For Kou Xuejiao, finding the lotus seed world is not difficult. For thousands of years, the Xuehe Sect has its own effective methods. But finding a specific lotus seed world with a certain thing is definitely not simple.

There are too many lotus seed worlds, and most of them are destroyed. And there are all kinds of dangers in them.

They once became the essence of the water of disaster, and the degree of danger is also reflected in this way.

And all the lotus seed worlds are completely the same in appearance. If you want to classify them, you have to explore them and mark them with special methods.

So there is such a saying-"If you don't enter it, you won't get the lotus fruit. If you enter it, life and death are hard to know."

The two real people of the world walked through the turbid waves and went deeper into the sea of ​​evil. Separate the undercurrents, break the whirlpool, and walk on the dark sea ridge. This is not the bottom, because there are trenches and cracks, and no one has really explored the bottom of the sea of ​​evil.

This is the highest mountain in the sea of ​​evil.

The already dim skylight is blocked by the waves, and it can't shine through an inch. The evil force is on my shoulders, making my steps heavier. Under the sea of ​​evil, there is an endless and increasingly deep darkness.

But the real person has his own truth.

On the dark ridgeline, there are two people walking like this -

The blood armor is red, and the white clothes are sharp.

It's getting later and later.

To avoid laziness, I'm putting up a flag.

There are still four days this week. I must find a day to add more.