"Borrow from heaven for another five hundred years."
The voice finally dissipated and could no longer exist in the world. Everyone lamented that no matter who it was, there was a piece of forgetfulness in their hearts that was difficult to let go. Even if they reached the peak, there would still be regrets and the sadness of the Dharma.
The man in black robe, an enemy, turned into a god and demon for the persistence in his heart, and stained his hands with countless dead souls, just for the resurrection of his beloved woman. At this moment, everyone finally let out a long sigh.
The path of spiritual practice is full of corpses and bones, and also full of hardships. Everyone has only two paths, right and wrong, and the others are all for the care and persistence in one's heart, a kind of protection.
"He is also a poor man!"[
A long sigh, no one spoke again, the heart was bitter, the practice has come to the end, what is left in the end, everything passed away in the end, I was the only one standing on the top, the words were desolate, only an empty sound was left
lament.
"The path of spiritual practice is full of sorrows and sufferings. Sometimes it is not as good as a mortal who will experience joys and sorrows for decades in his life. Isn't it a kind of happiness?"
Some people sigh that once you step on the road of spiritual practice, you can never look back. You can only go all the way, isolated from the world of mortals, and you can only endure loneliness and loneliness. Mortals envy the ascetics for their ability to reach heaven and earth, but how could they have imagined that they
The pain and suffering that went into this.
You can't see the world I see.
One sentence tells the story of how much sorrow and suffering there is on the road to spiritual practice. Everyone has his own story, an unforgettable legacy in his heart, and maybe he made a mistake when he took the first step on the road to spiritual practice.
Because, isolated from the world of mortals, there is less joy and joy, and more sorrow and pain. Even if you taste all the splendor of the world, you can't make up for the bitterness and regrets of a lifetime.
The road of spiritual practice is too difficult and the competition is fierce. I don’t know how many outstanding people have died and their bones are buried in other places. But who will look back, stop and leave their eyes for them? A pile of bones will not attract anyone’s attention.
This is a bloody road, doomed to cruelty, accompanied by the loneliness of the strong, and in the end only one person's glory can be achieved.
Perhaps, in the end of practice, all that is left is a person's loneliness, facing the silver moon, and lamenting sadly.
Everyone sighed with emotion and gained more enlightenment, focusing on the present life, cherishing the present, not seeking enemies in the next life, only seeking glory in this life, without bitterness and regrets.
"What passes away will eventually pass away. Time, love, and life are full of lamentations. Now that you have entered the path of spiritual practice, you should know how to cherish it. Otherwise, if you miss it, you will only be sad when you look back. This is the path of spiritual practice.
It’s also a way to cultivate your mind!”
Master Qin Xuan spoke. Along the way, he traveled all over the sky and the universe. He saw too much and felt too much. What was left was just the final simplicity and ordinaryness, staying with the people he cares about.
Together, we watch the spring flowers blooming and the sunrise and sunset in front of the court.
This is a kind of magnificence in the ordinary, a kind of treasure in front of you.
Everyone nodded, their eyes became brighter and brighter. The battle was finally over, and in the future, there may be more battles waiting for them, because the path of cultivation is destined to be a road that will never be peaceful.
, however, they will definitely sing loudly and generously all the way.
"No...don't kill me!"
The sixth prince was bleeding, his bones were covered with scum, and he was already very weak. His pale lips touched lightly, and a voice came out, which fell in everyone's ears. He was about to collapse. The man in black robe was dead, and no one could come forward.
to help him.
"Let him be liberated. What passes away will eventually pass away!"
Some people sighed, and a brilliant sword light, like a hanging Milky Way, submerged the Sixth Prince, and nothing was left. As said, what has passed will eventually pass away, and all traces will no longer exist.
"Bo!"[
A big golden hand stretched out and enveloped the earth. When it was withdrawn, the miserable scene of Shura hell on the ground disappeared, but in Master Qin Xuan's hand, there was a ball of blood as big as a football.
That is the essence and blood of thousands of people, the essence of a lifetime of cultivation.
"Whoa!"
At the same time, a child of four or five years old walked out from Qin Xuan's eyebrows. He was dressed in black, with long black hair hanging loose, and his pupils were like ink. He was filled with an aura like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. It was horrifying.
.
"Wow, he looks just like Brother Qin!"
Nangong Ling'er shouted, Qin Xuanyu, this was him, a killing clone. At this moment, he came out of Qin Xuanmei's heart, looked around everyone, and then walked to Master Qin Xuan and bowed respectfully.
"Bo!"
Master Qin Xuan glanced at him, nodded, and pointed, the blood ball as big as a football merged with him in an instant, and the brilliant light shot straight into the sky, shocking, and many people had a kind of panic, that was
A shocking killing that seemed to destroy the entire world.
"Boom!"
At this moment, Dao Dao sensed it and lowered the thunder, silver snakes danced wildly, and the whole sky was covered in darkness. There was a suffocating pressure that made everyone almost breathless.
"Is that a clone of Xiaoxuan? Why is it so scary?"
"Yes, with the fusion of essence and blood, even the great avenues can sense it!"
"What's so strange about this? You don't even think about it. The essence and blood of thousands of people are fused with that clone. His cultivation level has not been improved like a rocket. I'm so envious!"
Everyone was talking, but at this moment, the killing clone turned into a bloody mist, roaring straight into the sky, and submerged into the black and dense thunder. Immediately, the whole world rumbled, as if the avenue was trembling.
"It's so damn...horrible!"
Everyone saw it. Thunderbolts as thick as mountains seemed to split the heaven and earth. They fell on the killing clone and exploded directly. However, they transformed in an instant and were undergoing some kind of baptism.
"I don't know how far he can grow?"
Everyone sighed. They all knew that Qin Xuan had three clones due to chance. They were gradually growing up and would surely become more brilliant in the future. However, they were still fighting alone!
"If Xiaoxuan continues like this, there will be a gang fight!"
Everyone is envious of him, but when he sees Jet Li, his envy is even greater. This character in front of him is the real rhythm of gang fights. Pulling out a hair can transform into thousands of selves, so how can you fight?
"Heaven and earth, why don't I have such good skills and can cultivate a few clones?"
Everyone was speechless, filled with envy and jealousy. They asked the sky, but the sky didn't answer. It just rained down a bolt of thunder, piercing the sky, and the whole sky was illuminated!
"ah……"[
Everyone was startled. This was about to be struck by lightning. Time gradually passed. The killing clone was fused with essence and blood, and received nirvana in the thunder. Everyone was paying attention. Unfortunately, it was completely dark inside. Only when lightning flashed, could anyone
See a little more clearly.
"Why do I see... Xiaoxuan's killing clone, growing up?"
"Look at what you said. With so much essence and blood fused, how can I not grow up? If it were given to me, I could grow like a god or demon and poke a hole in the sky!"
"Ah, I don't even look at your appearance. You are a god and a demon. Even the ghosts don't want you!"
Everyone was joking, but they didn't look away. They were paying attention as always, wanting to see what the killing clone would look like in the end.
"Look, everyone, the thunder has become smaller!"
Finally, after the tea time passed, Lei Lei gradually shrank, and finally a tall figure opened his mouth and swallowed it all, leaving everyone dumbfounded.
"It's so sharp, it even swallowed thunder!"
Everyone shouted, and at this moment, everyone's eyes flashed, and a tall and straight figure appeared in front of everyone. He was dressed in black, with black hair flying in the wind. His body was like cast steel, full of oppressive power.
, an amazing power.
He has a similar appearance to Qin Xuan, but when you look at it, you will feel that they are not the same person, because the temperament is so different. This killing clone is rough and powerful, and it is like there is an Asura hell behind it, and the oppressed person can hardly breathe.
"Hello everyone, I am the killing clone of this deity. I officially appear on the scene today and also officially change my name. My surname is Qin and my given name is... Ditian!"
"Crack!"
Qin Xuan slapped it down with a big slap, making a crisp sound, and said: "Lao San, when did you change your name and you didn't discuss it with us? You don't take us seriously!"
Everyone was talking.
"My dear, can you give me some face? Everyone is here!" The killing clone rolled his eyes.
"Crack!"
Qin Xuan was unceremonious and said: "Well, Ditian, this name is very domineering, and it suits you very well. So I have decided, I will call you Ditian from now on!"
The killing clone originally wanted to fight Qin Xuan, but after hearing Qin Xuan's words, he immediately smiled and looked happy.
Nangong Ling'er walked over, very courageous, pinched the face of the killing clone, and said: "Ditian, you are so powerful, you are Brother Qin's clone, so can you two talk to each other thousands of miles away? You still are
Alone?"
The killing clone blushed and hesitated. This was the first time he had his face pinched by a girl. Everyone laughed and thought the killing clone was very interesting.
The killing clone was almost unable to withstand it, so he ducked out of the way, disappeared into Qin Xuan's eyebrows, and shed a sentence.
"My dear, your wife is so annoying. She will never come out again!"
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter. Nangong Ling'er blushed for a moment, stamped her feet, and tried her best to find the killing clone. Qin Xuan said for a while that this killing clone was too unreasonable. He dared to make fun of himself. In the future,
I will suppress you severely!
"Ha ha……"
Everyone came over and patted Qin Xuan's shoulders hard. They almost laughed out loud. This killing clone was too good and not serious at all. When I saw him so tall and tall just now, I thought he was a very serious person.
!
Sure enough, what kind of deity there is, there is what kind of clone!
Everyone laughed, Dugu Qiubai and others also grinned. Looking at these young heroes, they sighed in their hearts, they are still children after all, they are always full of joy, and they have not been so relaxed for a long time!