Chapter two hundred and sixty-ninth life and death comprehend the avenue
One hundred thousand Yin soldiers were wiped out in a single battle, and the ghost commander Hongming dragged his seriously injured body back to the underworld in a state of embarrassment.
After being penetrated by the Coiling Dragon Stick through his chest, a force of the Sun was firmly entrenched in his body like a tarsal maggot. No matter how hard he tried, he could not drive away the erosion of the Sun Power.
"My lord, something terrible has happened." With three parts of grief, three parts of self-blame, and three parts of frustration, the ghost commander Hongming came to Yama.
"Where are my Eight Ghosts from the Heaven Realm?" After seeing the handsome ghost of Hong Ming Gui, Yama immediately guessed that he had messed up the matter.
A mere hundred thousand Yin soldiers would die as soon as they died, and he didn't take them seriously at all.
However, the Eight Ghosts of the Heavenly Domain are different from those Yin soldiers. In the future, they will be the real high-end combat power in the underworld.
The loss of Yin soldiers occurs in all regions. After all, no one wants to see the corpses of their ancestors destroyed by the people of the underworld after death.
The more powerful the corpse, the more likely it is for accidents to occur when it is being retrieved.
However, none of the eight ghosts in the heavenly realm came back, which was a bit difficult for Yama to accept.
"This subordinate is guilty. The Ziwei ancient star monk is good at the combined attack secret method of the Zhiyang Way. All the eight ghosts in the heaven were killed by a peerless powerful man. The injuries on the subordinate's body were caused by him."
Afraid that Yan Luozi would say, "They are all dead, why don't you die?" Hong Mingguishuai tried his best to exaggerate Zhuang Jiutian's power and unfathomability. He even let go of his original aura and showed his injuries to Yama.
in front of the son.
After seeing the aura of the Supreme Sun Principle in Hong Ming Gui Shuai's body, Yan Luozi immediately understood that he had met his opponent in the underworld. The aura that almost surpassed the great sage but was not a quasi-emperor.
The power of Yang drives it away.
Unless his cultivation level returns to the quasi-emperor level.
However, Yama, who had just woken up from his deep sleep, would need another hundred or two hundred years to truly recover.
It takes time for a strong person to recover. The more powerful a person is, the more time it takes to return to his peak state after waking up from a deep sleep. Especially for people in the underworld, the time it takes is even longer.
More than ten times.
After listening to the warning delivered by Hong Ming Gui Shuai, Yama Luo Zi's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and his expression changed for a while before returning to normal.
"You go down to recuperate first. Put the matter of Ziwei aside for now."
Although Yama Luozi wished to kill Zhuang Jiutian now, his strength had not yet fully recovered, and the underworld had not yet been truly born, so he could only endure it for the time being.
"Gu Xing Ziwei, I remember you. When I was officially born in the underworld, I was the first to kill Ziwei. I want the world to remember that the underworld is the destination of all spirits, and no one is immune."
Sitting in the dark palace, Yama roared with filial piety, and terrifying visions of hell appeared and died in the palace.
"Who provoked Dao Brother to be so angry?" A mocking voice sounded in the hall.
"Prince Ming, what are you doing here?" Yama Luozi said coldly, staring at the empty hall in front of him.
"Why, I'm not welcome?"
There was a sound of rushing water, as if the Styx River had flowed into the hall, and only water flowers were seen, and a figure with a strong gloomy air appeared in the hall.
He is another little master with the same status as Yama, Prince Ming.
Extremely powerful, he is known as the son of the Underworld. Of course, it is just a title, but it also shows from the side how high his status is in the underworld. You must know that the founder of the underworld is the underworld, and the title of "Prince of the Underworld" is not just for anyone.
It can be used by everyone. If you are not strong enough or talented enough, you will die countless times.
"I heard that the Eight Ghosts of your Heaven Realm are dead?" Prince Ming said with a smile, but there was no trace of warmth conveyed in his smile. Instead, it made people feel like they wanted to commit suicide by crossing the River Styx.
"You don't need to worry about it." Everyone is a competitor. Although they have not yet reached the point of meeting each other, the secret battle is going on all the time.
"Since I don't need to worry about it, the Seven Heroes of Chaotic Sky belong to me." Prince Ming said.
"Oh, so what if the Seven Heroes of the Chaotic Sky are yours? Do you think I will care?" Yama Luozi sneered, and then asked: "What are you doing here?"
"The Supreme Lord sent a message asking us to come and see him." Prince Ming's expression became serious and he explained his purpose.
Afterwards, the two of them went to the depths of the underworld.
At the same time, many monks from Ziwei Ancient Star wiped out 100,000 Yin soldiers in one battle and killed at least twenty Yin soldiers generals who were saints or above. It was a great victory.
At the same time, the loot is also very rich.
After everyone returned to Ziwei Ancient Star with great satisfaction, they were treated like heroes.
At the same time, the joy of victory also wipes away the pain of previous sufferings. Fighting is indeed the best way to vent emotions.
After the First World War, not only those who participated in the war felt that their bodies and minds were clear, but even those who did not participate in the war felt that the haze in their hearts was swept away.
It can be said that this battle came at the right time, sweeping away the haze of darkness and turmoil left in everyone's minds.
"Taoist Priest, we have prepared a celebratory drink, are you really not going?" Yan Yixi said as he followed Zhuang Jiutian.
"Senior Zhuang, this battle was won thanks to your formation and weapons. Please join us at the celebration banquet." Jiang Zhongyi also said.
"Pindao is an outsider. He shouldn't be concerned about this worldly affairs. If the underworld hadn't bullied people too much, Pindao might not have shown up. Now that things are over, Pindao should go back. One hundred thousand ghosts
Almost all of the soldiers were killed by you, so it would be most appropriate for you to attend the celebration banquet."
Zhuang Jiutian didn't want to attend the celebration banquet. After all, he was not from the same era as those young people, so it was inevitable that he would be a little out of place.
If he goes to the celebration banquet, he will definitely be raised up by everyone.
When the time comes, he will not feel comfortable and everyone will not be able to let go of eating, drinking and having fun, so he should not spoil everyone's interest.
"Taoist Priest, Ziwei was able to win this time. Thanks to the Taoist Priest who dragged those strong men away, we had the opportunity to kill those Yin soldiers. If the Taoist Priest doesn't go to the celebration banquet, how can we get away with it?"
Yan Yixi still wants to take Zhuang Jiutian to attend the celebration banquet.
But Zhuang Jiutian had already made up his mind not to participate, so he said to Yan Yixi and Jiang Zhongyi: "The Nine Yang Hengkong Formation will be left for you to use against the Yin soldiers of the underworld."
After saying that, Zhuang Jiutian disappeared in front of them.
"Senior Yan, Senior Zhuang, are you unwilling to rejoice with us?" Jiang Zhongyi asked with some confusion after seeing Zhuang Jiutian disappear.
"Taoist Master Zhuang is a true outsider, and he is naturally different from ordinary people like us. Let's go to the celebration banquet." Yan Yixi sighed and said.
"Senior Yan, do you know where Senior Zhuang practices?" On the way to the celebration banquet, Jiang Zhongyi deliberately inquired about the location of Zhuang Jiutian's Taoist temple and wanted to go to him for advice afterwards.
"I don't know where Taoist Zhuang is practicing." Yan Yixi only knew that Zhuang Jiutian was in Ziwei, but he didn't know exactly where Ziwei was.
"Daozhang Zhuang's messenger talisman is still in our hands. If he is willing to see us in the future, he will take the initiative to contact us." Yan Yixi patted Jiang Zhongyi's shoulder and said.
Not to mention that the Ziwei cultivators started celebrating, let's just say that after Zhuang Jiutian returned to the Holy Emperor's Dojo in Beihai, he immediately closed the dojo.
The connection between inside and outside is cut off.
It will take a long time for him to undergo the deepest transformation.
Moreover, he also concluded that the people from the underworld will not send troops to threaten Ziwei again in the near future. After all, there are still many places in the universe that need their guidance.
Sitting cross-legged under the Fusang Immortal Tree, Zhuang Jiutian took out all the dead energy he had collected previously.
Then, place the death energy within the formation's eyes.
He does not want to absorb the death energy, but just to practice the exercises. After practicing the exercises, the death energy will be released.
The function of the formation is to prevent the death energy from escaping everywhere. When the time comes, the massive amounts of life and death energy will be integrated with the formation where he sits. Finally, Zhuang Jiutian plans to refine them into a forbidden weapon.
Then, Zhuang Jiutian took out the Flower of Life.
Start observing and understanding seriously.
This flower of life, born in the air of death, contains the true creation of life and death.
According to ancient legend, the ultimate goal of death is for life, and the ultimate goal of life is for death. Life and death can be transformed into each other.
But among the monks in the world, those who can cultivate to that level are far away.
At least Zhuang Jiutian has never heard of it.
However, the endless portals contained in the physical body not only contain the energy of life, but also the energy of death, which means that life is not only expressed as life, but also includes death.
Life and death are all part of life.
If you don’t know life, you don’t know death. If you don’t know death, you don’t understand the meaning of life.
There is great terror and great fortune between life and death.
If you don't truly die once and look up to the hope of life in death, I'm afraid it will not be beneficial to your future practice.
A flower of life gave Zhuang Jiutian a new perspective on life and death.
Cultivation is a process of living power, but is the relationship between life, death and power positive?
The more Zhuang Jiutian understood the way of life and death, the more doubts he had in his heart.
What is life and what is death?
Is he now alive or dead?
Is it to be born in the world of the sun, or to live in the world of the underworld?
Except for a few ancient stars with life, most places in the universe are not suitable for the reproduction of life. Does this mean that this universe cannot be regarded as the earth world?
The cold and dark starry sky is the essence of this world, and the stars of life are just embellishments.
In fact, it doesn't have much practical significance.
Compared with the vast nine heavens and ten earths in the Immortal Ancient Period, is the current universe considered a real world?
Or is it that, in fact, everyone is an undead and they are just trying hard to survive?
The more he understood the way of life and death, the more doubts Zhuang Jiutian had in his heart.
Can just a few life stars and the starry sky and the universe really raise so many supremely powerful people?
In such a comparison, doesn't it mean that people in the Immortal Ancient Period are trash?
This is obviously not the real answer.
Whether he was alive or dead, Zhuang Jiutian couldn't tell clearly.
Later, in his heart, he abandoned life and death, abandoned Yin and Yang, and was only interested in the mysterious avenue.
A mysterious aura emanated from him.
The fusang immortal tree behind him felt a burst of joy.