The sky suddenly split open, and a white light hung down from the originally blue sky. The white light was divine and holy, giving people an unparalleled sense of power and holiness.
But beneath that sense of holiness, I felt unmatched depression and terror.
The white brilliance fell down little by little, neither fast nor slow, but after it fell, I saw the sky crack open little by little, revealing the dark cracks behind the sky.
I saw the thousand-foot-tall Buddha statue in Kyoto stand up at such a moment.
The thousand-foot-tall Buddha statue is already unimaginably tall in the eyes of ordinary people, beyond common sense, but compared with the entire world, and compared with that beam of light, it is as small as a firefly. He soars into the sky, and then...
Nothing happened anymore. The thousand-foot-long Buddha statue that caused landslides and ground cracks melted quickly under that beam of light, just like snow meeting sunlight.
On the earth, billions of sword lights shot up into the sky from the never-falling suspended mountain, illuminating the area in Kyoto, and then the mountain fell.
I wanted to see more, but then my vision went dark.
He reached out and touched his face, and found that there were two lines of blood and tears on his cheeks. The position of his eyes was empty, with only two black holes left.
I'm blind!
That sacred and extremely bright beam of light is so bright that it is impossible for anyone to even stare at it. With my peak level of strength as a grandmaster, I could not even stare at that beam of light for more than a moment, but I was already blind, and I was still unaware of it.
I heard the sound of the sky breaking, I heard the sound of the earth collapsing, and there were countless cries and anger in my ears.
The crisis of death no longer reminds me, because it is everywhere in the world, and this kind of death-like pressure is brought to me in any area.
Since death is everywhere, it does not exist.
At this most desperate moment, I suddenly had a clear understanding in my heart. Why did the sword master say that things will happen naturally after ten years? Now I can see it.
It turns out that ten years later, no matter who it is, will die in this catastrophe?
I can no longer see the drastic changes between heaven and earth. At this moment, there is not much meaning in seeing it.
Do you want to watch yourself die bit by bit?
I thought about the attitudes of one person after another over the years towards people of the martial saint level, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Perhaps Wu Sheng is the fundamental way to get out of this current predicament.
In fact, it doesn't matter whether it is or not. At this point, it will be a death in the end anyway. Rather than die worthless, it is better to try to gain more experience for my self to break through to the Martial Saint.
I am no stranger to the realm of martial saints. I have communicated with the half-withered and half-prosperous martial saint from Donglin Temple many times. He broke through and became a martial saint in the southeastern coastal area. Yu Zhifu, known as the True Dragon,
I have also communicated with him.
They all have the same judgment about me.
Practicing too many top-notch magical skills sometimes gives me almost invincible strength at the same level, but in the end it will also become a method that hinders my breakthrough.
Or use the ultimate magical power to unify all these superb magical skills so that they will not interfere with each other and conflict with each other.
Or you can develop a physical body that is invincible in heaven and earth, forcibly survive all kinds of conflicts, and cross the realm of the Martial Saint.
And over the years, I have been trying.
I tried the first method, but it was difficult to get around.
I practice too many magical skills, and my age is too short. Mainly because I am too young to establish myself as a master. I am not established in the realm of a master, and I have no ability to change the most amazing magical skills in the world.
In fact, it is often necessary to establish oneself as a Martial Saint, and to stand at the very top to be qualified to change one or two. After all, these top magical skills can all be practiced to the peak of Martial Saint, and one can become a Martial Saint.
Although I will have many brothers in the future, there are only three brothers who have truly entered the realm of Grandmaster level. Those who have gone very far in the realm of Grandmaster, have a deep understanding of the realm of Grandmaster, and have a deep knowledge of the world's most powerful magic, only
I.
The brother who went to the Land of the Rising Sun also had a deep understanding of the realm of the master realm, but his own sorting out and understanding of the most amazing magical skills in the world were actually insufficient.
So although there are two roads that can lead to the Martial Saint Realm, there is one that I can't take yet.
On the contrary, there is some hope in the other way.
Refining my body with the most extreme magical powers, I was able to cross the realm of the Martial Saint with an extremely powerful body.
This path is also difficult to walk, but I have practiced the Taoist Tiangang Guiyuan and the secret method of Donglin Temple, Fudo Mingwang Sutra.
There is still a lot of hope to find a way out, so in order to balance the two most superb methods, I abolished one level of Tiangang Guiyuan's method and balanced it with Fudo Mingwang.
The two are advancing hand in hand, and now both techniques are at the peak of the eighth level and will soon reach the ninth level.
Otherwise, no matter which skill goes too far, it will suppress the other, making it impossible for both to break through, affecting the balance.
At this most critical moment of death, I was sorting out my nearly twenty years of accumulation and attempts.
Little by little spiritual light bloomed in my heart, changing my body and soul little by little, and little by little making the Dragon and Tiger Fist Sutra, Taishang Three Lives Explanation of Wrongful Sutra, and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra come into play.
Vast and majestic Qi rose out of my body, seeming to tear the world apart.
I could no longer hear or see any sounds around me, and all my energy was concentrated inside my body.
At this most critical moment, I boldly tried to break through Wu Sheng.
After more than ten years of accumulation and polishing, I have many conjectures in my mind, and at this moment, I am experimenting little by little.
The physical body is still a little overwhelmed. The three top levels of success are running at the same time, and the Gang Qi brought by it is unmatched by anyone in the same realm. However, these Gang Qi are not completely compatible and will sometimes collide. The Dragon and Tiger Fist Sutra cannot
A perfect balance of both.
If there is any oversight, an earth-shattering collision will occur, the body will groan, and the bones and muscles will be broken.
I am trying to move forward, and I have a guess that maybe the Tai Chi principles mentioned in my previous life can balance the three.
However, I traveled all over the world in Daxia, but I did not find Wudang Mountain. There is no Tai Chi Sutra in this world.
On the contrary, there are some similarities between the Dragon and Tiger Boxing Sutra and the Tai Chi Sutra.
But it’s not perfect yet. The Dragon and Tiger Fist Sutra is self-contained and is enough for practice, but it’s not enough to balance the methods in my body.
I roughly created a form of Tai Chi, and I thought it would be possible, but suddenly I realized that I had underestimated the world, and it was difficult for me to master this method.
I haven't completed the creation of my method yet, so the martial sage from Donglin Temple gave me a lot of advice. His half-withered and half-faced state is also consistent with the principles of Dragon and Tiger Boxing Sutra and Tai Chi.
The life essence in my body was boiling. I tried to balance it for almost half an hour, but in the end I could not perfectly resolve the conflict between the three top magical skills.
The wire is broken!
My life also returned to peace in the midst of the most intense conflict.
At the last moment of my life, I seemed to hear the sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring. The sound was earth-shattering.
But before I could analyze it in detail, everything had disappeared.
I'm dead!
…
When he saw the last three words, Zhang Mingtu was shocked.
I didn't expect that this future brother's magnificent life would end abruptly at such a moment, which is neither sacred nor glorious.
Not too many roars were eliminated in the most silent, but did not break out in the silence.
"Then what is the last ray of light?"
When questions involuntarily arise in the hearts of the nation, it is obvious that it was the last light that caused the entire world to change.
He saw the thousand-foot-high Buddha standing in Kyoto melting and disintegrating in the light, and saw the ever-falling hanging mountains falling.
And those two sects, both of which have been around for nearly a thousand years, are considered to be the top in the world. Their internal foundations are definitely beyond the realm of grand masters and are in the realm of martial saints.
But in this way, the two most powerful forces in the world were like meeting snow in the sunshine in front of that ray of light, melting and disintegrating in an instant without causing too many waves.
It's hard to imagine how terrifying and powerful that last light was.
After finally losing his sight, the sound of the palace falling was heard in his ears, mixed with the roars, screams and cries of people.
I think that the most proud palaces in the world, which had been established for nearly a thousand years since the founding of Daxia, also collapsed in that violent accident.
No one can stop it, it seems like an invincible force in the world.
However, everyone seemed to have expected this horrific attack. The sword master had predicted it at least ten years ago, and Daxia didn't seem to have too many surprises.
At least both the Hanging Mountain and the Thousand-foot Buddha have been restored to their peak. Such a sect that has been around for thousands of years cannot use its most powerful foundations in a short time. It has obviously taken a long time to prepare.
It's a pity that all this is meaningless in front of that beam of light.
Zhang Mingtu was standing at the top of the master's field at that time. He just glanced at the light, and his eyes turned into black holes without realizing it, and he went blind.
He couldn't imagine what level of power it was.
In a daze, Zhang Mingtu had various realizations in his heart.
"If they can understand that light, then they can understand all the crazy actions over the years..."
Daxia vigorously promoted the policy of raising monsters and did not care about the various plans of the Kingdom of the Rising Sun.
It is completely dry and like a fish, it is crazy to improve its own foundation and accumulation.
It turns out that Zhang Mingtu couldn't figure it out no matter how much he thought about it. Daxia has been a country for nearly a thousand years, and the national policy has always been to kill demons. Humans and demons are incompatible with each other, and they have never been able to rule the world together with demons.
Looking back now, I have a vague understanding.
"Everyone knows that if we don't change, we will die in ten years, so everyone is working hard to change."
So much so that the demon is no longer the most terrifying opponent, the most terrifying opponent is the light.
But after knowing these things, the doubts in Zhang Mingtu's heart not only did not decrease, but became more. That light fell from the nine heavens, and the sky collapsed and the earth cracked.
Earth shattering is not an exaggerated term, but a straightforward introduction.
Where does that light come from? Why can the top figures in Daxia understand it?
Is that ray of light an attack from someone who has surpassed the realm of the Martial Saint?
Zhang Mingtu had no way of understanding it. It was obviously a secret that could only be understood after reaching the realm of the Martial Saint.
Many people at the level of Martial Saints didn't know much about it before becoming Martial Saints. After becoming Martial Saints, they kept it secret. Only people of the same level would introduce each other and understand each other.
"Twenty years..."
Looking up at the bright moonlight outside the house, Zhang Mingtu thought for a long time before getting rid of the depressing and dull feeling in his heart.
The future brother learned that the world was about to be destroyed ten years later.
But for Zhang Mingtu now, the real light is still far away, a full twenty years away.
"Martial Saint, that light..."
Zhang Mingtu took a deep breath, feeling more urgent than ever before.
Obviously there are still twenty years, but these twenty years still feel too short for him.
Now he is only at the fifth level of marrow cleansing and blood exchange. He has just passed the middle stage of the True Yuan realm and has not even reached the late stage.
It is difficult to become a Martial Saint within twenty years, let alone block that ray of light.
In the past, his mentality was quite relaxed. After all, he had too many opportunities to fail and many possibilities to try. Now Zhang Mingtu is a little unbearable.
Just thinking about it made him feel depressed and the future dark, but after pondering for a long time, he slowly came back to his senses.
If there is anyone in the world who can change everything in the future, perhaps he is the one with the greatest chance.
After all, no matter how strong a person is in the world, even the current Martial Saint only has one chance to try to change the future, and he has many times.
"In the final analysis, strength is the greatest confidence."
Zhang Mingtu let out a breath, calmed down, and looked at the lines of text that appeared on the book of life and death, as well as the related methods and experiences that the future brothers felt were extremely important.
The first method that emerged shocked Zhang Mingtu, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Full Moon Scimitar: It is a sharpened sword that was modified from the Mingyue Sword Technique of Mingyue Villa. Ding Yuan was invincible in the True Yuan Realm with this sword technique. After entering the realm of Grandmaster, he also made several improvements.
When the sword is struck out, the person's spirit and thoughts are captured. The light of the sword cuts across the sky, like a bright moon hanging high in the sky. Only after the blade cuts through the vital part can the person's spirit and thoughts return to it..."
Zhang Mingtu's mouth curved slightly, feeling that he and his future brother had a bad taste.
"Is this a tribute to my previous life?"
Zhang Mingtu felt that this was the case, that the future brothers were playing tricks that only the two of them could understand.
However, although it is a joke, this improved version of the Full Moon Scimitar is not bad, and is even more powerful than the original one.
After all, there are demons and ghosts in this world, and with this magic sword Ding Yuan can kill them all with one strike.