The counterattack before the death of the ghost immortal, the move of transforming the ghost into a catastrophe spreads all over China. If this move is completely used, there will be tragedy all over the country and heavy casualties!
Facing the ghostly aura that covered the sky, Wuming and Black Hair made moves at the same time, trying to use their swords to dissipate the ghostly aura.
However, after the two of them took action, they realized that no matter how powerful their swords were, they could not cover the entire China. Without special means, it would be impossible to dispel all the ghost energy in time.
"Ignore the sea area! You go east, I go west, and you will be able to achieve full success if you use four points of strength!" Wuming finished speaking to the black hair, and without waiting for the latter's consent, he flew towards the west, with his sword like a big net.
Generally, all the ghost energy wherever it passes will be absorbed into the force of the sword and annihilated.
Dongfang Biluo immediately reported the self-destruction of the ghost fairy back to the city. Immediately, Liu Shengshen, Monk Bujie, Yue Chongsheng, Dongfang Xueer and others all split up to carry out operations to dispel the ghost energy. Even so, 70% of the ghosts were killed.
The gas will still land in half an hour!
This ghost disaster disturbed the dreams of the people of China. When they noticed the changes in the sky, although they did not know what was happening, they could feel that the air of death was approaching, and there was no way to escape.
On the pond in the center of the barren mountain, a rootless green lotus is moving in the water waves, and the sword sun in the sky has dispersed five minutes ago. This may be the last glimmer of glory in China...
The black-haired murderer moved quickly, chasing the nightmare caused by time, fighting for every minute and every second. He did not think about whether it would be too late, but kept moving forward with an anxious heart. Halfway through, he saw something in his field of vision.
A radiating figure holds a sword and waits for someone to come.
"It's you... Cong Tian..." Black Hair frowned and immediately recognized the disheveled female swordsman. It was none other than Cong Tian, the master of Tianjian Peak who was sealed in the sword prison by Black Hair.
"Are you... in a hurry?" Cong Tian's mature temperament was tainted by a strangeness and madness at this time, and his long black hair dancing in the wind was particularly eye-catching.
"The fact that you will appear here... means that you have broken through your own swordsmanship... But if you think that you can teach me about revenge, it would be too stupid... Get out of the way!" The black hair shouted angrily, and 30% of the sword power turned into a sword.
I want to kill Cong Tian.
"I can't kill you...but I can stop what you want to do..." Cong Tian smiled slyly, and then flew back with his sword. His figure was ethereal, as fast as the wind, and he easily dodged the black-haired sword.
The black-haired man suddenly ignored Cong Tian and planned to continue marching. Unexpectedly, Cong Tian made a move with his horizontal sword, and several swords struck through the air——
"Ding! Ding! Ding!"
Several swords and swords clashed. Even though Cong Tian's sword was at a disadvantage, she had no choice but to move so fast that the death sword could not hurt her at all. Cong Tian dodged and attacked, mainly to interfere. The black hair was provoked by Cong Tian.
He was so angry that he could not deal with Cong Tian with all his strength at this time, otherwise he would be unable to continue to drive away the ghost energy. However, if he insisted on driving away the ghost energy, he would not be able to force Cong Tian back at all, and he would be completely in a dilemma.
"Are you angry? Are you impatient? Are you regretful?!! But why? Why don't you kill me? Use all your strength to kill me! If you don't kill me... I will kill you!! Kill! Kill! Kill!
!" Cong Tian looked crazy, and the horizontal sword was a life-threatening move. Her purpose was to stop the black hair, and in order to achieve her goal, she had already put her own life aside!
"Get out of the way!!" Black Hair roared angrily, and the power of his sword was concentrated by 40%. Hundreds of sword energy blocked him and Cong Tian, and Black Hair took advantage of this gap to leave quickly.
Tens of seconds later, the black-haired man thought that Cong Tian had given up. Unexpectedly, a dozen sword swords suddenly fell from the sky, blocking his journey again - this sword intention was no one else's!
"Today...either I will die, or I will drag you to death! No matter which one dies, most of the Chinese people will be buried with them!!" Cong Tian angrily raised his killing sword and launched various vicious moves one after another. Even with black hair,
It’s hard to do it all at once.
The two parties are in a stalemate. No one can kill the other, and no one can win. However, the innocent residents of China will suffer...
But it is said that Wuming was galloping all the way, with a hand of light and hope, pushing away the layers of darkness and despair. His petite figure was not noticed by the world, but he always made moves that shocked the world.
"Will it be too late?" Wuming kept thinking about this question in his mind all the time. The more he thought of the purgatory scene in the barren mountains, the more anxious he became to speed up.
Just when Wuming noticed that Black Hair stopped twice, he noticed another strong sword force, and knew in his heart: Black Hair was entangled.
"Why at this time..." The more anxious Wuming became, the more the sword power fluctuated, sometimes intermittent, which would slow down the speed of expelling the ghost energy.
Wuming knew he had to calm down, but Zhigui knew that when he really wanted to calm down, his thoughts were out of control, and he gradually felt the pressure - when the situation was beyond his control, the responsibility he shouldered
But he was not allowed to fail.
"If it's too late, let the remaining ghost energy land... Most of China will turn into purgatory... Countless people will die... If such an ending happens... I will be blamed for all this... It's me
Insufficient ability... It's because I can't calm down... It's because I failed everyone... I also failed your will..." Wuming began to tremble, he couldn't imagine what happened next, even if he survived in the end and had another
What is it for?
"What should I do? What should I do...but, what else can I do?!" Wuming began to feel a headache. If his death could make his ghost spirit disappear, then he would not hesitate at all.
But this is impossible.
The heart of the sword wavered, causing Wuming to lose all power of the sword. He lost the power of the sword, and his body began to fall weakly...
The swordsman's heart is the core of the framework created by the sword theory of kendo. When the sword's heart collapses and disintegrates, it is the swordsman's biggest mental obstacle crisis. Once he cannot break free from this obstacle, he will accidentally ruin his lifelong kendo!
This is a situation that arises from the swordsman's self-questioning. He is trapped in a cocoon and trapped in his heart, just because of the Tao, which is lost.
Wuming lost consciousness, chaos, nothingness, darkness, and deathly silence. In this state, no one knows how much time has passed, maybe a thousand years, maybe ten thousand years, or maybe just a moment...
"bite……"
A distant trembling is struggling, unwilling, unwilling, and unwilling to accept. It is resisting everything and resisting the crisis of destruction it faces - what is this?
"What is this? Why persist? Why struggle? Why wake me up...who are you?" Wuming opened his eyes, and all he could see was the darkness that swallowed his heart, and at the end of the darkness, there was an insignificant light.
The light exudes brilliance like sand and dust, swaying and glowing, flickering on and off, as if it will be swallowed up by darkness at any time.
"Don't... don't go on... don't..." Wuming clutched his heart with both hands, and the severe and inexplicable pain eroded his willpower. This "don't" was meant for the other side,
Also speaking to myself.
His heart ached and he shed tears. An innocent heart stained by the dust of thirteen years was on the verge of collapse at this moment. He was nameless and could not trace the reason. He even began to question what he had done since his birth.
Meaning: Everything has been destroyed. Everything that he protected, insisted on, and pursued has been turned into dust. Everything has no meaning. What is the meaning of his survival if he is still lingering?
If, ask yourself "what if": if you let time flow again and return to that moment, will you still be confused at that moment? Will you still give up?
Faced with his own questions, Wuming had no way to answer. He also knew that he could not go back to the past or undo all of this, so at least let him keep the last glimmer of light in his heart...
"It cannot be destroyed..." Wuming only had these three words left in his heart. He endured the pain in his heart and approached the light alone. When he came to the light, it was still only as big as gravel.
Wuming smiled, admitting his failure, but would not give up any hope again, but he saw him curling up, tightly protecting the light in his arms - with his mind settled, this dream that had hindered his heart was gone.
Finally woke up.
The light reappeared in the world after Wuming lost his consciousness. The pair of hopeful eyes stared at the fading sky, and then he realized: everything just now was a dream.
"You can only realize the Tao by giving up your sword; you can preserve the Tao by sacrificing yourself; you can transform your mind by sacrificing your heart; you can realize the Tao by sacrificing your life."
Give up your sword, give up yourself, give up your heart, give up your life.
Enlighten the Tao, preserve the Tao, transform the Tao, and prove the Tao!
Wumingming realized the meaning of renunciation of the Tao. After he realized the Tao, the sword intention was gone, but only the Tao intention remained!
"The Dao of Sword Heaven·No Self, No Sword -" Wuming's falling body suddenly stopped, then rose into the sky, leaping up to the thousand-meter void. The artistic conception was vast, the Dao was ethereal, and the entire world of China was in his chest.
"Abandonment of the way of heaven·no intention and no destiny——"
Give up your heart and life, and realize the Tao without any reason. At this time, the light of the whole body is thick and shining for thousands of miles!
After a while, the nameless body becomes almost translucent, so you can abandon your mundane body and realize your Taoist body!
"My way has been proved. I am the way. I sacrifice myself to preserve the way. There is nothing left, and there is nothing left." The last figure of Wuming disappeared in the sky, not even leaving the slightest trace in this world. The wreckage, if it must be
To talk about traces, then: every inch of land, every breeze, every drop of rain, every flame, every mountain in the entire China is a nameless body——
Wu Ming had already transformed into the Dao of Heaven, accomplished his own act of realizing the Dao, and transformed into the Dao of Heaven, he could control the yin and yang of the Dao of Heaven. Immediately, all the ghost energy in China was swallowed up by the Dao of Heaven, and finally dispersed into the invisible...
After completing this act, Wuming's consciousness transformed into Tao along with his body, and there was no longer any distinction between Tao and me.
In the distance, Black Hair and Congtian were fighting fiercely. When the ghost energy in the sky disappeared, Black Hair sensed that there was already Wuming's sword intention mixed in the heaven. He knew Wuming's determination in his heart, and he was immediately filled with anger. And this
A wave of anger was naturally imposed on Cong Tian——
"You! Damn it!!!!" The black-haired killing god reappeared with monstrous murderous intent. Ten percent of his sword power came out at the same time, converging on the sword finger of his right hand. However, he saw his figure disappearing from the place. The next moment, he was already with Cong.
The sky looked at each other at a distance of more than ten centimeters, but the sword finger had already penetrated Cong Tian's heart.
"Pfft!" Cong Tian's heartbeat surged upwards, and he vomited a mouthful of blood directly on the black-haired face and body.
"Ha...what is this feeling that makes you feel so painful? I really want to know...but...it's such a pity...in my heart right now...the only thing that bursts out is your pain.
Joy!! I will die under your sword with this joy, but... your sword is just a killing sword, you can't save anyone... Hahahaha..." Cong Tian held the black hair tightly with both hands.
’s right hand, and then dispersed the last trace of life in the wild laughter.
The black-haired sword force shook Cong Tian's hands away, and then retracted the sword fingers, letting Cong Tian's body fall, but the anger in his heart only increased. In the end, this anger was mixed together and turned into
