Chapter 1050: The Second Generation of Divine Thoughts!

"despair!"

In the ancient forest, Xiao Kongtong's footsteps suddenly stopped, he raised his eyes in disbelief, and tightly clenched the sack on his shoulders.

He seemed to sense something, and his whole body began to tremble with excitement.

"What's wrong?"

Ye Xiaotian was in front and turned his head without knowing why.

If the senior brother of Shenyue Immortal City doesn't leave, he doesn't dare to go to the holy realm to face the saint alone.

"look by youself……"

Xiao Kongtong did not explain, and pointed his trembling fingers forward.

Ye Xiaotian looked along, not realizing anything at all, but suddenly his legs shook violently, and he almost knelt down on the spot.

I saw the holy realm that blocked one side of the world suddenly shattering in the distance, a red plum blooming, and then the Endless Mojian transformed into the Qinghe Sword Realm, shattering the holy light falling from the sky.

The next second, behind the holy light, a holy statue stood up out of thin air, and the holy light turned into the hand of the cutting saint!

Without the half-saint pressure of the sanctuary blockade, Ye Xiaotian still felt his scalp numb and his heartbeat quickening even though he was far away.

"Half Saint, are you taking action with all your strength?"

Ye Xiaotian was shocked. He was thinking that with such power, the Senior Brother of Shenyue Immortal City behind him could really have the confidence to withstand ten breaths?

In the whole world, only half-saints can defeat half-saints!

The real Seven Swordsmen are here, and it will be quite difficult to face such holy power! Let alone Xiao Kongtong, a rising star who hasn’t even won the title of Seven Swordsmen yet?

But the next second, just when Ye Xiaotian was already desperate, in front of the holy statue, there was a monster without holy power, but with a stronger will than the saint's coercion... a monster? Stand up straight!

As he stood up, he didn't see any movement from the monster. The hand of the Saint that fell from the sky was crushed to pieces!

"fertile……?"

Ye Xiaotian was stunned and looked at the scene in the distance in disbelief.

That holy martial art was shattered by a virtual image?

Without holy power and holy power, it would just be a virtual image, right? A virtual image that can be condensed from Taixu!

But this virtual image...

How come it is not only true, but also looks more real than a holy statue?

"What the hell is this?"

Ye Xiaotian glanced at the person behind him blankly. He couldn't understand it, but he was greatly shocked. He could only think from the cold sword intent of the monster that it was related to the ancient sword cultivator.

"This is the first level of the 'Heart Sword Technique'. It is a god and a Buddha." Xiao Kongtong swallowed his saliva and responded with difficulty.

"Are you a god or a Buddha now?" Ye Xiaotian continued to be dumbfounded.

He had heard of this, and even when he peeped at the battle in the Eight Palaces that day, he had seen the Eight Masters using it skillfully. It was this technique that killed seven hundred people in white clothes and shattered Gou Wuyue's will to stay.

But at that time, even if there were eight acquaintances, the "images" visualized by the gods and Buddhas in front of them were far less shocking than the "monster" that appeared in the distance at this moment!

"Whose god is this?" Ye Xiaotian became nervous. It would be fine if he was a friend, but if he was an enemy...

He didn't dare to think further.

If there really was such a monster among the enemy, he felt that there was no need to save Xu Xiaoshou. He could just run away while there was still time, and he might not even be able to survive.

"Not an enemy..." Xiao Kongtong knew what Ye Xiaotian was thinking, and said slightly excitedly, "This is Mr. Jiren's god and Buddha!"

Mr. Jiren?

Ye Xiaotian couldn't react to this title for a while.

But soon, he thought of a name - Seven Swordsmen, Mei Jiren.

"Is he that old man from your lineage of ancient sword cultivators?"

"Yes, that's him!"

Xiao Kongtong tightened his grip on the turbulent sack on his shoulders and said excitedly:

"The teacher once said that in terms of will, even he may not be as good as Mr. Jiren."

"Because Mr. Jiren practices the way of education. As a teacher, he reviews the past and learns the new. It can be said that Mr. Jiren is making progress all the time."

"He truly achieved the goal of 'reaching the world with a broad mind and cultivating the art of swordsmanship in isolation'."

"Have you seen Mr. Jiren's 'mental image'? This is his true body..."

Xiao Kongtong pointed at the monster in the distance, and when he talked about swords, his eyes lit up.

"There are nine poles in the colorful phantom clothes, and the body is covered with red dust and the emotions are decaying. The ghosts resist the tower and thousands of people worship, and the green sword is carried in the palm. The strange silence is nourished in the heart, and the outer body is as decayed as an old tree. The world is full of knowledge and I mean, how can I teach others to know my true nature?”

The dignified elder brother of Shenyue Immortal City, at this moment, pulled up Ye Xiaotian's sleeves, he was as excited as a child seeing his favorite toy, and his words were incoherent.

"This is it! This is what the teacher said! Ye Xiaotian, did you see it? Did you see it?!"

"..."

Ye Xiaotian was stunned for a long time, only to feel a crow floating in the sky and squeeze out six drops of shit.

"I saw it." He moved away from Xiao Kongtong's hand without leaving any trace, "But, what are you talking about? I don't understand..."

"Kuchiki! Stupid!" Xiao Kongtong cursed, "You layman, I'm just playing the piano to a cow, I'm so angry!"

At this moment, he wished he could bring the group of people from Shenyue Immortal City over and open their eyes to what it meant to be a real "god and Buddha"!

"Nine swordsmanships, are you blind? I have never eaten pork, so I must have seen pigs running away!" Xiao Kongtong was so angry that he even forgot to respect his teacher.

Ye Xiaotian didn't care. The strong were respected. He really couldn't beat Xiao Kongtong at this stage.

After the superficial explanation, he glanced at the monster in the distance and finally realized what the weird words Xiao Kongtong meant just now.

Not to mention, he knows the nine major sword arts.

Looking at it like this now, I can really find traces on the monster.

"You mean, Mr. Jiren's 'image' covers the nine major sword skills?" Ye Xiaotian couldn't help but swallowed, a little unbelievable.

"That's right!" Xiao Kongtong nodded heavily, "I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it. Mr. Jiren has indeed mastered the nine swordsmanships. This is definitely an ability he has cultivated through years of education. He understands them all! "

Ye Xiaotian's scalp felt numb for a moment.

Doesn't this mean that Meiji and Bazun are on the same level?

"How does Mr. Jiren compare to your teacher?" Ye Xiaotian asked.

Xiao Kongtong's excitement stopped, his brows furrowed, and he didn't know what to say.

"Can't even compare to your teacher?" Ye Xiaotian was shocked when he saw this, so after all, Ba Zunzhen is just a junior and cannot compare to the hardcore seniors?

"Kendo, that's not how we compare..." Xiao Kongtong said after considering it.

"What about the 'gods and Buddhas' alone?" Ye Xiaotian thought about what he saw from the eight deities in the eighth palace and compared it with what he saw now, and felt that he already had the answer.

Xiao Kongtong looked sideways and thought for a long time, and said: "Based on your knowledge, you are naturally the teacher's 'god and Buddha', and cannot compare to my husband."

Ye Xiaotian raised his eyebrows: "What does 'according to my knowledge' mean?"

Xiao Kongtong smiled and said confidently: "Because you don't know, and the world doesn't know either... Teacher's Heart Sword Technique is not an ordinary Heart Sword Technique at all!"

"How to say?"

"Twenty-one Famous Swords, have you heard of it?"

"Hmm~"

"The famous sword Tianjie, have you heard of it?"

"Hmm~"

Xiao Kongtong lowered his voice. He didn't want to say it at first, but he couldn't get used to seeing people looking down on his teacher, so he whispered in his ear: "Teacher's 'gods and Buddhas' can change according to people, and can also be 'understood by heaven'!"

Ye Xiaotian:? ? ?

Xiao Kongtong kept saying things that were not surprising. He put the back of his left hand against his right lip and said without turning his head: "The famous sword has many heavenly explanations. No matter how ignorant you are, you should have heard of it, right?"

Ye Xiaotian's eyes bulged, what the hell...

What do you mean?

What else do you want to say?

The corner of Xiao Kongtong's lips raised, and he said happily: "Teacher's 'Gods and Buddhas' can understand three levels of heaven. I have seen it with my own eyes!"

Ye Xiaotian:!

!

"You are joking?"

"Ha, why did I lie to you? This is a secret, please don't spread it out." Xiao Kongtong felt that he was talking too much again, so he immediately put a chain on his mouth and decided to keep silent.

Ye Xiaotian felt like his head was exploding.

He recalled the masked man in Tiansang Ling Palace who broke off his arm.

I thought that the secret of space was complete, and no matter how strong the Eight Masters were, they could still try to get through it now, right?

But now...

"Hoo~"

Ye Xiaotian breathed a long sigh of relief and tried to relax himself. He felt that what Mr. Sang said was right. Living in Tiansang Ling Palace for many years, the situation has really become smaller.

He still didn't believe in evil, so he gathered his strength and finally asked: "Are you ancient sword cultivators so perverted? Are all the gods and Buddhas able to understand you?"

"No, no, no..." Xiao Kongtong immediately waved his hand, "There are only two people in the world who can do it."

"Oh?" Ye Xiaotian felt more balanced, but soon began to tremble again. He looked up and down at the guy in front of him and asked suspiciously, "So, is this how you can block the Half-Saint Ten Breaths?"

"Hahaha……"

Xiao Kongtong smiled a little flattered, but quickly shook his head, "You misunderstood, I'm not that strong yet, I can't even compare to my husband, let alone master the divine understanding of the gods and Buddhas in front of me?"

"What about the other person?" Ye Xiaotian was slightly startled, then looked at the monster in the distance and thought, "No way, it's already so terrifying, how can it evolve again?"

"Not Mr. Jiren."

Xiao Kongtong stopped being pretentious and said firmly: "The leader of the Seven Sword Immortals, Mr. Youtu!"

Ye Xiaotian was silent.

He suddenly felt powerless.

There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world. It is really not just talk.

It turns out that the perfection of space mysteries cannot directly defeat Taixu or kill Taixu.

As far as we know so far, there are so many Taixu who can rival half-saints. I am not even worthy of holding my shoes even with my own space mysteries.

"Are you hit?" Xiao Kongtong looked at him.

"A bit, I should have been more than this..." It was rare for Ye Xiaotian to confess. He really felt that he had wasted too much time. If he hadn't had this experience on Void Island, I'm afraid he would have wasted more time in the future.

Xiao Kongtong patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be discouraged, senior. Every step you take in the future will be a qualitative leap. If you can achieve Taixu and tear apart a half-saint with your hands, wouldn't that be all right?"

Ye Xiaotian rolled his eyes. Why do these words sound weird? Are you mocking me?

"Let's go, Mr. Jiren must be the back-up that the teacher left for Xu Xiaoshou. With him here, we may not even need to take action, we can just hold the line back." Xiao Kongtong stepped forward.

The stone giants were about to catch up again. If it weren't for the overflow of holy power in this place, which made them fearful, neither of them would have had time to stop and chat at this moment.

"Pressure the formation..."

Ye Xiaotian followed forward, but smiled bitterly in his heart.

Mr. Jiren is so strong, the two of them... Bah! What kind of formation is he still in? It would be a joke if he did.

"Don't be depressed!" Xiao Kongtong's smile was still bright, "'We, the sword cultivators, will never move forward'. I give this to you, not just for fun."

"Besides..." He paused, "Aren't you still here with me?"

Pointing at his face, Kongtong smiled and said: "With Mr. Jiren here, we may not have to take action, but the cost of my action is too high. If I don't take action, it will be more able to suppress the semi-saint. What do you think?" He winked.

Ye Xiaotian: "..."

You rely on your face to make a living!

Sometimes he really felt that the Eight Masters were so amazing. With such a face, one person could stand up to one man and be invincible to all.

Xu Xiaoshou is like this, and Xiao Kongtong is like this.

"I still have a question..." Looking at the figure walking away without saying a word, Ye Xiaotian suddenly stopped.

"Say." Xiao Kongtong stopped and looked sideways.

Ye Xiaotian gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and moved his mouth forward. After all, he couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked: "The front is in such a mess, you have seen it... Now, how tall are you still?"

After Xiao Kongtong was stunned, he smiled again, grinning with big white teeth on his dirty face, and responded as before.

"When I say ten breaths, I mean ten breaths...I won't lie."

After saying that, he stepped forward and never looked back.

Ye Xiaotian finally closed his eyes heavily.

He had expected that this question might irritate him, but he couldn't help but ask.

Because after seeing the monster in the distance, he felt that the time he could last was probably not even comparable to Teng Shanhai's.

Not even half a breath!

It’s ridiculous that Kongtong still responded like this!

"Are you laughing for ten breaths?" Ye Xiaotian shook his head and sighed, and suddenly laughed, "You are really hitting me mercilessly, all the time!"

…

battlefield.

Broken, disintegrated, messy... these are synonymous with the current battlefield.

The holy statue was confronting the gods and Buddhas in front of them. Before they could take action, shock waves visible to the naked eye exploded layer by layer in the void, spreading thousands of miles away.

The earth shattered and space collapsed, just like the end of the world.

Xu Xiaoshou was still begging.

When he saw Jiang Buyi's Tailoring Hand with loud thunder and small raindrops being directly shattered by his own teacher's move, he realized something was wrong.

"My structure has become smaller and my vision has become narrower. I actually use the ordinary Taixu that I have dealt with before to measure the battle between Mr. Jiren and Semi-Saint Jiang Buyi."

"In this world, if Taixu wants to defeat a semi-saint, there are indeed some methods."

"And for people below half-saint level, only by drinking the holy blood can they fight against the holy power..."

Xu Xiaoshou hid far away, looking at Mr. Jiren who had completely crushed the semi-saint Jiang Buyi after crushing the hand of the cutting saint. He felt that he had realized something, but it seemed as if he had not realized anything.

"Is it an illusion?"

"Mr. Jiren's intention is too strong. He obviously doesn't have any holy power, but he feels like he can crush the half-saint to death in the next second?"

"No matter how strong the idea is, what's the use? The objective facts are before us, Jiang Buyi is a proper half-saint! If he can kill with his will, wouldn't I be able to kill the semi-saint if I stand a little longer while swallowing mountains and rivers?"

Xu Xiaoshou frowned. He knew that there was no limit to how angry he could be.

But he still felt that his "intention" was a little different from the "intention" displayed by Mr. Jiren at this moment.

"What is it?"

"I seem to have learned this kind of thing before, but why...can't remember it?"

Before he could get an answer from himself, Jiang Buyi spoke out in the middle of the battle.

"I see……"

After he suddenly realized, he looked at the evil gods and Buddhas behind Mei Jiren, with a trace of jealousy flashing in his eyes.

"I thought that the Eight Masters were the leaders in the way of swordsmanship, and that they could work together with spirit refining to get out of the shackles of the previous era."

"I never thought about your own way, but compared with it, you can't make more concessions!"

Jiang Buyi looked at the shimmering light of the sword that condensed around the gods and Buddhas in front of him, and took a deep breath, with a strong light of jealousy in his eyes:

"The body and mind are united, the mind and Qi are united, the intangible is transformed into tangible, the abstract is transformed into concrete, from fantasy to the real world..."

"I didn't expect that this old guy could keep up with the trend of the times. In this regard, it seems that I am very backward."

With fixed gaze, Jiang Buyi raised his eyes and asked:

"Those who are able to withstand the holy power without falling behind... If this Holy Spirit's prediction is correct, this is your Meijiren's 'Through God's Thought', right?"