As Luo Wannian stopped.
The endless black immortal power that spread in the starry sky gradually calmed down, and Jue Yuan's figure was faintly revealed.
Compared to before.
His monk's clothes were slightly disheveled, his eyes were full of fatigue, and the Buddha's light on his body was slightly dimmed. There were strands of pale golden blood flowing out of his seven orifices, but his eyes were still full of calm compassion.
On strength.
He has already reached the pinnacle.
Can……
Not to mention that he had previously injured the source of the tribulation in order to help Gu Han break through the realm. From the beginning to the end, facing Luo Wannian who was constantly attacking, he did not make any counterattack at all and was only passively defensive. No matter how profound his achievements were, at this moment,
The injuries have accumulated to an extremely deep level.
the most important.
As he continued to absorb the devouring power, Luo Wannian became stronger and stronger, and had a tendency to catch up with him. As a result, it became increasingly difficult for him to resist the opponent's offensive, but he didn't seem to take this to heart.
superior.
"Lord Donor."
Looking at Luo Wannian, who was getting stronger and stronger, he said softly: "Have you ever vented a little bit of the resentment in your heart?"
"remove?"
Luo Wannian was silent for a moment and then said indifferently: "My hatred and my resentment cannot be eliminated by heaven or buried by earth, let alone you, master?"
boom!
Rumble!
After the words fell, the sky was filled with immortal calamity power that shook again. He could not see how he moved. He moved slightly and came to Jue Yuan again, casually slapping him in front of him!
"Amitabha."
Facing this sharp blow, Jue Yuan still didn't seem to have any intention of fighting back. He lowered his eyebrows and lowered his hands, keeping his body motionless.
boom!
Jie Li trembled slightly, and when Luo Wannian's palm was an inch away from his body, he suddenly stopped!
"Lord Donor."
Jue Yuan looked at Luo Wannian and said calmly: "Why stop?"
Luo Wannian suddenly fell silent.
"Grandmaster."
After a while, the calamity in his eyes gradually faded away, a complex look flashed in his eyes, and he faintly said: "You...step back."
Jue Yuan smiled.
Compared to the calmness before, there was a hint of relief in his eyes at this moment, "Donor, your humanity has not been completely wiped out after all. It's good, it's good."
"Master will not retreat?"
"Since the poor monk has decided to bear the resentment of Donor Luo with his own body, how can there be any reason to retreat?"
"You won't retreat even if you die?"
"I won't retreat even if I die."
"..."
Luo Wannian was silent again.
After a while, he spoke again: "It's a pity, it's too late! If I could have met the master earlier, maybe none of that would have happened, and I wouldn't have reached this stage today. It's a pity..."
"There is no resurrection from the dead."
"The past is irreversible."
He looked at Jue Yuan and said seriously: "Master, you showed up too late after all."
"Not necessarily."
Jue Yuan smiled slightly, and suddenly looked into the depths of the boundless starry sky, and pointedly said: "I think this is just right."
"you will die."
Luo Wannian said softly: "I have seen the evil thoughts of human nature and the viciousness of living beings. I have also experienced it personally. There is not one person like the master in billions. It would be a pity if he died in my hands."
Already."
"Besides."
The conversation changed and he added: "You should know that you can't stop me. No matter how profound your cultivation is and how exquisite the Dharma is, you can't stop this from happening. What's the point of dying in vain?"
"Amitabha."
Jue Yuan looked at the wooden fish in front of him, shook his head and said: "Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will? With the ability of the poor monk, I can't change everything that the donor has experienced. But if the poor monk can use his humble body to change
If we can give the benefactor a chance of life and give him a future, then his life in this world will not be in vain."
"my future?"
"good!"
"Pity!"
Hearing these two words, a trace of dark calamity crept into Luo Wannian's eyes again, and he said coldly: "The Luo Wannian who was once was dead long ago! The future of Luo Wannian who was once was also dead! As for now
I..."
Speaking of which.
The rich power of calamity in his eyes has almost condensed into substance!
"The only mission is to end everyone's future!"
"The past cannot be changed."
Jue Yuan shook his head and said: "But the future cannot be determined. If it is not determined, how can we die?"
"Lord Donor."
After a pause, he suddenly said something irrelevant: "The poor monk knows what you are going to do, but... the final outcome has already been determined. Even if you can destroy everything, you will not be able to fulfill your long-cherished wish."
"What's the meaning?"
"You can't win against that donor."
"Is it?"
Luo Wannian was unmoved and still said indifferently: "I am ten thousand times stronger than him now."
"That's trillions of times stronger."
Jue Yuan sighed softly and said slowly: "You can't defeat him, because you can't kill a person who has past, future, present... chaos and ignorance, or in other words, you can't kill a person who doesn't exist at all!"
"What's the meaning?"
"The Lord Luo is a sure number."
Jue Yuan thought for a while and said, "But that donor is a variable. There are traces of the fixed number, but there is no permanent reason for the variables. How can you defeat him?"
…
Can't win!
There is no way to win!
No chance at all!
Looking at the black sword sweeping towards him, Zhong Ming's scalp went numb, his pupils shrank, and he was completely despairing!
"What's up with him?"
"Are you scared out of your wits?"
"Isn't that true?"
"..."
Looking at the motionless Zhong Ming, Donghua and Taishu looked puzzled. They felt that no matter how strong Gu Han was, with Zhong Ming's half-step immortal strength and experience, he shouldn't be so unbearable.
It's not just them.
The others were also puzzled.
In their view.
Gu Han's sword was ordinary, neither fast nor powerful. It was just like any martial artist that could be seen everywhere in the world. There was nothing surprising about it. It even gave them a faint misconception. It was not that Gu Han was too strong, but that
It's because Zhong Ming is too weak!
Especially Huangpu Qi.
He felt that Zhong Ming's thunder was louder than the raindrops, and he said harsh words very coolly, but his performance was comparable to that of a weak chicken. If it were him, no matter how strong Gu Han was, he would have at least nine ways to avoid this sword!
"well."
Thinking of this, he sighed quietly, touched the mustache on his lips, and sighed softly: "Brother Zhong, it's not very good after all!"
Zhong Ming was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood!
If you have the ability, come and try it!
Almost.
He was about to say this.
Only he himself understands.
It's not that he doesn't want to move, it's just that he can't move. It's not that he doesn't want to resist, it's just that he can't resist at all!
This sword looks ordinary.
But... the force of the sword is as heavy as the world, and the meaning of the sword is as vast as the vastness of all sentient beings. He is very strong and has a very high level of cultivation. However, no matter how strong he is, he will never be stronger than the endless sentient beings. No matter how high he is, he will never be as high as the world.
Great!
Until now.
Only then did he fully understand that Gu Han's previous words were too modest, and his arm was not unjustly lost!
Thoughts turned around quickly.
The tip of the black sword had already pierced into the center of his eyebrows, and the vast and eternal aura continued to escape from his immortal soul. Then he found a wisp of what he had worked hard to condense for countless years.
The source of immortality!
This chapter has been completed!