Chapter 1,670: All parties listened to this idea, and the cross-region war letter was delivered to the Holy Mountain
Chapter 1672: All parties listened to this idea, and the cross-region war letter was delivered to the Holy Mountain
"It's time to start, this mouth..."
Fengjia City in the Southern Territory is the first viewing platform.
Dao Qiongcang dropped his sleeves and fell among the mixed crowd, and no one paid attention to him.
There were chaotic discussions beside him.
Some people are discussing Shouye's philosophy and deducing his personal current views.
Some people are pushing forward and interpreting how good the relationship between Master Shou and the master of Dao Palace is.
Nowadays, only a very small number of people here still support the Taoist Palace Master. They believe that the "puppet manipulation" and "Heavenly Secret Technique" are all slandered by Shouye, and call on the Taoist Palace Master to come forward and clarify.
In normal times, Dao Qiongcang would go up and have a chat and share his opinions.
At this moment, he just smiled bitterly and didn't say anything.
There is no way to clarify!
What Xu Xiaoshou said in front of Wuyu was like water thrown out, which could not be taken back.
Even if he wants to accept it, he can't change public opinion.
Even if you want to clarify it yourself, the yellow mud will fall into your trouser pocket, and the more you argue, the dirtier it becomes, and you won't be able to clarify it at all.
What's more, he is as smart as the sky, and he can completely see that Xu Xiaoshou pulled him into the water, and it was just incidental.
He carries a gun and a stick in the story. Not only is this personal emotion not offensive, but it actually makes the originally vague concept come to fruition, giving people a sense of credibility.
Looking at the essence through phenomena, what he really wants to do at this moment is to "enlighten spiritual wisdom" to the world through the five-domain preaching mirror.
"I have indeed heard of the Five Holy Emperors' Family, Yuebei Huarao Dao, but I can't remember them at all. Why?"
"Rao Yaoyao, Beibei, yes, it's because their surname is Rao and Bei that they have so many opportunities. Look at Wuyue Sword Immortal, he only made a mistake once and his arm was amputated."
"Freedom, meaning, monasticism...yes, I have pursued them all before, but then I forgot about them. I was like..."
puppet!
Dao Qiongcang looked around, as if he could see a thread named "Guidance" and "Forgetting" hanging above the heads of every spiritual master present.
His surname is Dao, and he understands better than anyone else that these people are all puppets, and they can also be called saint slaves.
But at this moment, these walking corpses in front of the preaching mirror suddenly woke up, because of Xu Xiaoshou's words?
No!
more than!
Also because...
"The great road of meaning!"
Dao Qiongcang slowly stretched out his hand and touched the void, as if tasting something.
He could vaguely feel that the surrounding space was fluctuating violently, invisibly transporting "marks" one by one.
Imprint, what is it?
Of course, the premise of "receiving the magic from the gods" is the marks left by puppies peeing in the past.
Now, Xu Xiaoshou is not only preaching to the Five Realms, but also pissing on the Five Realms.
However, the difference is that he does not have the idea of taking away all the spiritual refiners in the five realms.
Each of these marks belonging to the Avenue of Mind that he urinated affects all those who approach within a certain range, and also guides people nearby who have never been close to approach one after another.
The reason is to cut off the thread hanging above the heads of the walking dead by the families of the five holy emperors!
"Using the great way of translating meaning to resist the guidance of the Holy Emperor of the Five Domains and the power of the Holy Emperor's forgetfulness..."
"Xu Xiaoshou, you are too bold..."
Dao Qiongcang can no longer describe the complex feelings in his heart.
Thirty years younger, he might have agreed with Xu Xiaoshou's approach, but now he just feels that this guy is too young and does things regardless of the consequences!
In the second half of Relics of God, Dao Qiongcang has noticed a qualitative change in Xu Xiaoshou's understanding of the Great Way of Mind.
After being in trance at the Relics of God, he even realized that Xu Xiaoshou had digested his understanding of the Avenue of Memory and applied it to his Avenue of Intention.
But Dao Qiongcang never thought that in just one day, as soon as this kid stepped out of the fire pit, he would be slashing and hacking at the Holy God Continent with his back legs.
He didn't just say it.
He also wanted everyone who heard him to remember what he said.
"Is this a newborn calf?"
The influence left by the five holy emperor families is so dense in quantity and so high in quality?
What Xu Xiaoshou can do alone is, at best, only affecting a part of the world in front of the preaching mirror.
For a large number of people, this is like a drop in the bucket and cannot change the situation.
But the consumption is very terrifying - covering the five realms with the mysteries of space, branding the continent with the avenue of meaning, even if you go up to the sky, you will have to drain people.
However, Xu Xiaoshou stood in front of the preaching mirror, not even taking a single dose of the holy medicine, and continued his actions.
Even the Eight Masters had to endure it for thirty years, and even he had to fake his own death to get out of the predicament. Is this guy so stupid that he wants to move mountains with one person or fill the sea with his family?
Can a single spark really start a prairie fire?
Tao Qiongtian's eyes moved, and he raised his eyes to look at the sky.
The sky of the Holy God Continent is not always covered with a layer of gloom like the Relics of God. It is very clear, but it is harder to understand.
For a moment, Dao Qiongtian was in a trance.
He didn't know that he was getting old, so he had lost the passion of his youth.
As I grew up, I really believed that only a seamless plan could break the most comprehensive layout.
He looked at the void, and remembered Void Island in a trance, recalling the old days.
In the past, he was actually a reckless man. He broke through the southern wall despite many obstacles and still wanted to research the living secret puppet. What is this if not a reckless man?
So what key node emerged that caused the reckless man to transform into a wise man?
Dao Qiongcang thought for a while and quickly came up with the answer.
No. 1 is born!
Until No. 1, under the guidance of those five immortals, fell on the Void Island!
To put it mildly, he is unpredictable now, but to put it worst, he is cautious.
Why?
Because there is nothing you can do.
Dao Qiongcang turned around and looked at the first viewing platform. The young and energetic face that was magnified and still talking belonged to Xu Xiaoshou.
Regardless of anything else, this time, he hopes Xu Xiaoshou wins!
…
"Brother, look!"
It was also in the Southern Territory, but at a spiritual formation crossing leading to the Central Territory. The storyteller stood on tiptoes and pointed in the distance.
In the distance stands a missionary mirror.
The picture in the mirror was enlarged, and a familiar handsome face was smiling seductively. He was talking about something, his mouth was sometimes round and sometimes flat, but the content could not be heard clearly.
"Cute~"
The storyteller smiled at the corner of his eyes, grabbed his wrist, put his hand on his shoulder and held it in front of his chest, biting his green fingers and looked sideways, full of joy.
Xu Xiaoshou has grown up.
He is self-taught without any teacher and can also "tell stories".
In front of the preaching mirror, I don’t know which stage the spectators were in. The audience was either muttering, silent, angry, or helpless...
Emotions fluctuate due to storytelling.
The will is changed by the speech.
Ning Honghong tilted her head, and her smile became even wider, as if she had seen her former self.
"Are you calling me?"
Ba Zunzhen responded weakly, as if he also heard his name.
He wasn't very sure, after all, it was too far apart, dozens of feet!
He could hear Xu Xiaoshou's voice and could barely see his face clearly. He was considered to be middle-aged and had both ears and eyesight.
It doesn't matter.
He knew exactly what Xu Xiaoshou was going to do.
"Should we start..."
Don't look away, Ba Zunzun murmured softly, no longer paying attention to the preaching mirror, and walked straight towards the direction of the spiritual array to queue up.
Someone noticed the movement here, bumped into the body of his companion, and said with a smile:
"Look, he looks like your eight great masters."
"Shit, the Eighth Sword Immortal has passed through Nanming, and thousands of swords are flying together. Wherever he needs the teleportation array, he can just go there with a whoosh, okay?"
"But he does look a bit like the Bazun in the portrait in your room. He's just a little older, and his hair is a little paler... Well, he looks like a hungry ghost with all his body drained."
"Stop talking, people are coming over, you are really rude!"
Ba Zunzhen raised his eyes and glanced at the long queue, waved to the storyteller, and silently walked to the back to queue.
The closer a person gets to his twilight years, the more blurry the music and pictures become.
Everything that was unimportant couldn't reach his eyes and ears, so it went away with the wind.
But on the contrary, the feeling of nature, Taoism and induction has become extremely close.
Heaven and man are not separated from each other, so there is no concept of "unity".
Even though his eyes are turbid, the Eight Masters can see the waves in space and the surges of his mind. He keeps silent and can detect the chorus of grasses and the dancing sea breeze.
Deaf people are good at singing and music, while blind people are good at painting.
It is the six senses that limit the human body and set the rules. When giving up these rules, it is completely violated.
The world begins to be unconstrained!
Hidden Sword is now old, and Ba Zunzhen can no longer feel any spiritual energy from his body, and even his life seems to have dried up.
The only thing he could notice was the sword energy all over his body.
"This skin restrains his sword energy..."
The Eight Masters used this method to cultivate the immortal sword body. They originally thought that this was the basis for being limited by talent and reversibly changing fate.
He found that this was still limiting.
Heaven, earth, rivers and mountains, my skin and sword.
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Now, the Eight Masters have begun to think from the perspective of the sword, whether the sword energy comes from him or me:
"I am surging, I am blazing, and when I draw my sword into the mountains and rivers, all that is left is to tear apart the immortal skin that binds me."
Sealing the sword to old age will make me a saint.
Let me grow old...
…
Sword burial mound.
On a whim, Wen Ting patrolled the mountain to touch gold, and saw Xu Xiaoshou in the preaching mirror, surrounded by worshipers.
He stopped and stood, listened for a while, and looked at the east mountain in the distance.
The east mountain is like a sword, and the sisal is like a sharp edge.
Wen Ting's eyes showed nostalgia, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the palm-sized sword burial mound from a distance, and sighed:
"That's very well said."
…
Visit the Fairy City of the Moon.
Xiao Kongtong holds the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword and carries a large sack, bathing in blood and hurriedly passing by the preaching mirror.
When he saw Xu Xiaoshou with a hearty smile above him, he couldn't help but grinned, showing his teeth.
"boom!"
Thunder in the void.
A holy calamity almost came.
Everyone in Xiao Kongtong panicked, quickly controlled themselves, and rushed back to the battlefield.
Overcoming the tribulation is not possible. He has not yet won the title of Seven Swordsmen and has not completed his unfinished dream for his teacher. How can he become a swordsman in advance?
The master of the sword kills to prove the Tao through killing.
Over the past few months, Xiao Kongtong has continued to implement the concept that has been dreamed of for thirty years.
He finally understood why the teacher had left behind so many great battles and so many informal sword songs.
If you keep killing, there will always be a moment of inspiration.
"Xu Xiaoshou, are you going to start preaching too?"
…
Qingyuan Mountain, Changde Town.
Que Leihan leaned against the pillar with his arms folded, looking at the mirrors carried by the residents of the two small towns, and at Xu Xiaoshou talking loudly above.
He stretched out his big hand and touched Taoism.
Zhi!
Purple electricity ripples slightly.
The iron collar of the ban on martial arts was slightly raised.
Que Leihan put down his hand and shook his head slightly. He searched for a long time and couldn't find anyone.
"Where's the second pillar?"
…
Tiansangling Palace, thatched house.
Ye Xiaotian was floating alone beside the wooden table, looking at the preaching mirror in the eighth palace with an expressionless face.
There were still four sets of bowls and chopsticks in front of him, but there was no roast goose on the table.
Old Man Sang has lost all his fun, and the strange canonization of his housewarming seems to be gone. Xiao Qixiu finally goes back to pursue his dream after all these years...
In the end, being alone is eternity.
"Mom..."
A call sounded from his chest.
Ye Xiaotian sniffed and quickly wiped away his tears, but his nose still felt sore.
He was persuaded by Xu Xiaoshou, but he could never regain his original intention of practicing Taoism:
"What about the 'four sons and four sons, walking away for the rest of their lives' as promised?"
…
Nanming Kun leaps, turns into a roc, and soars to the nine heavens.
Offshore, a black and red domineering star-patterned puppet stopped, its abdomen opened, and a girl jumped out.
Wearing white clothes, with black eyes, she bent over with bare feet, stepped on the cold sea water, and picked up shells on the beach.
Xu Xiaoshou's vague voice came from inside the cabin behind him:
"significance……"
"Pointless……"
Yu Zhiwen raised her head and slightly curled her mouth. She knew what Xu Xiaoshou meant, and it was not meaningless.
The song of the waves cheers and expresses the freedom and rebirth of the sea.
The shells on the shoal are still silent. Is silence meaningless?
"No!"
Xu Xiaoshou's decisive voice came out from inside the cabin.
Yu Zhiwen touched the sea water, raised her head slightly, and let the black sea breeze blow the tips of her hair, bringing a moist feeling.
She stroked the shell and threw it forward.
The uncontrolled waves are pushing the shells forward. After landing again, the silent shells may find meaning.
…
The foot of Guizhe Holy Mountain is far away.
Tianren Wushen suddenly raised his head, and Sanyan's pupils under the orange mask rotated rapidly and suddenly froze.
There was a heavy sound of wind, shouts, and exclamations in his ears.
He passed by the crowd and walked towards the Holy Mountain. Pain stirred in his brain. He covered his head and stopped in the chaos, feeling that he had forgotten something again.
He remembered that he had another teammate...
Yes, Xu Xiaoshou!
No, it’s Lei Xi’er!
The gods and humans frowned, searching for something in the fragmented memory, and found themselves.
He no longer dares to have teammates.
He had already persuaded Lei Xier to leave.
He planned to go to the Holy Mountain alone.
"What to do?"
Life seems to be meaningless.
He walked aimlessly towards the Holy Mountain, knowing only that he had to stand there for a while.
He suddenly stopped, turned around, looked at the person in the mirror in the distance, and thought of the poor guy who had passed away and had no news of him now.
"They're all back."
"Huang Quan, why haven't you returned home yet?"
…
Xu Xiaoshou looked at the preaching mirror as if he were looking at the people of the Five Realms. He knew that everyone was looking at him now.
He continued, telling his story:
"I know a ghost beast friend, a senior in red."
"Ghost beasts are good ghost beasts. They only have one dream in their lives. Just find a nest to live in."
"Hong Yi is also a good Hong Yi. He only has one dream in his life, which is to kill all the ghost beasts."
After a pause, he smiled and said:
"But one day, I met a little red-clothed beast in the red-clothed team? No, a little ghost beast..."
"I searched for the secret and traced the meaning. Later I discovered that the so-called red clothes robbed the ghost beasts just to seize their power."
"My senior in red, Zhan Dao, has the power of Taixu - Haoran Zhengqi. I don't know whether he is Taixu now or not."
"Now that I think about it, I think he is a pathetic person and an experimental subject."
Xu Xiaoshou pointed in the direction of the Four Symbols Secret Realm:
"I tore up a unicorn at that place. It is a sacred beast and also a ghost beast."
"Bei Huai is not targeting me, he is actually targeting me. What he wants is the God of Greed - the ghost beast in me. What he wants is the power of devouring."
"I don't know how many experiments they have conducted over the years, how many ghosts and beasts have been deprived of their power, disguised as the power of Taixu, and placed in whose bodies."
"I only know that there are not many people like Fang Wenxin, the first generation in red, and Vigil, the senior in red who wants to introduce me, who still remember their original intentions."
After listening to the story about ghosts and beasts in silence, Wuyu saw Master Shou spread his hands and returned to the topic just now:
"So, is the meaning of Saint Slave's pursuit of freedom meaningless?"
"No!"
"Significant!"
Xu Xiaoshou said that he is considered a very pure saint slave because he also found his own answer:
"There are never more than ten people trapped in the cage."
"The experimental subjects in red, the foreigners in white, the semi-saints outside the Holy Temple, and you who are waiting to become these three people on the road..."
"Everyone is a saint slave!"
All the saints on the Guizhe Holy Mountain looked at Love for the Common People, and even the expressions of the Nine Sacrifice Divine Envoys were anxious.
But everyone tried to use their eyes to make the emperor of the people shoot arrows to stop Xu Xiaoshou, but they loved the people and remained indifferent.
He was still listening, and Xu Xiaoshou was still talking:
"Empty talk is meaningless."
"It's meaningless to pursue illusory ideas and talk so much."
"Courtesy is given to smiles, and truth is given to those who respect you. Respect is mutual. When civilization doesn't work, you still have to return to barbarism..."
"One word, hit!"
Xu Xiaoshou looked into the mirror, looking across a field and towards the Holy Mountain.
Lovers on the holy mountain don't have to look at the mirror drunk in the wind. Under the eyes of the avenue, everything is adjacent to the side.
The spectators in the five regions had already understood what was happening when the word "fight" came to the end. The crowd was excited and their eyes were filled with hope.
But seeing Master Shou smile, he waved his hands and said:
"If you love the common people, don't talk nonsense about blocking the Tao and banishing the sinful soil. Jiujigui can't do it, and you don't have the ability either."
"I'm not going to play any tricks with you. Dao Qiongcang has a very good saying. Let's skip the process and go straight to the result."
He pointed to the mirror, to love the common people:
"You, come and stay in the Southern Territory."
He pointed to himself, rowed toward the horizon, and pointed at the holy mountain:
"I will go to the Dead Sea to pick up my master."
Immediately, he retracted his fingers, pulled out the Tibetan Ku, shook a sword flower with his hand, and stabbed the preaching mirror, shocking everyone in the five regions:
"When this is all over, I will fight."
"Kill as many as come; come to the Holy Emperor, kill the Holy Emperor."
He slashed the void twice with his sword, as if he was killing a dog: