He opened his eyes and felt a sharp pain in his chest, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out, right on the face of the dignified woman in front of him.
But the woman didn't even wipe it, she still looked at him nervously, and put her head on his chest to listen to see if his heartbeat was normal.
"Junior sister, don't worry, just spit out the blood." A steady voice came. He turned around and saw a tall and honest scholar holding a bowl of medicine in front of him.
"You are so arrogant," the scholar said reproachfully, but there was only helplessness and concern in his tone, "How can the internal luck method and the external qi refining method be unified so easily? You are so arrogant, nothing but futility
In addition to hurting the body, it is just a waste of our time."
His heart was filled with warmth, but he muttered insincerely: "Why are you wasting your time?"
"Because we want to heal your injuries. Do you know that in order to find these herbs, I have traveled more than a dozen hills in the past few days?" The scholar sighed.
It’s not very good. Among these herbs, one is moss that grows close to the ground. It’s very hard to lie on the ground to find moss.”
He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It's really troublesome, senior brother."
"There is no trouble for two brothers in one generation. When the master was about to die, he gave many instructions, and I promised him by patting my chest. If I don't make you look like a human being, how can I be worthy of the dead master?"
Thinking of his master's Chun Chun teachings and the care of his senior brothers and sisters, he smiled bitterly and remained silent.
Time flies, time flies, days pass by, and the small sect with only three people gradually develops.
Senior brother and senior sister are both very qualified people. One practices internal martial arts, and the other practices external martial arts. Their cultivation levels are getting higher and higher. The number of disciples gradually increases, and the influence of the sect gradually increases.
He is still pursuing the path of unifying the inside and outside, but he still gets nowhere, and in vain he hurts himself every once in a while.
He has become a joke, a joke in the martial arts world. He obviously has outstanding qualifications, but he has accomplished nothing because of his own fantasies.
But he didn't give up and still thought hard every day.
Finally, he went into the mountains to seek enlightenment and swore that he would never leave the mountains until he could find his own way.
He walked alone in the mountains, climbed up to the cliff with difficulty, looked at the vast mountains, and looked at the villages and towns beyond the mountains, and his heart was full of confusion.
The path to unification of internal and external affairs is certainly correct, but why is it not possible?
He sat quietly on the top of the mountain and staggered in the mountains. He was thirsty for mountain springs and hungry for wild fruits. His legs were cut by thorns, and his whole body almost collapsed due to fatigue.
Finally, he was exhausted and sat under a tree, panting, not wanting to move.
Moonset, sunrise, sunset, moonrise... He lay like this for three days and three nights, with countless thoughts flowing in his mind in a daze, like a rushing river, turbulent and turbulent, but unable to find an outlet.
Finally, with a loud roar, the river broke through the long-standing obstruction.
"Both internal and external skills are part of my body, and I should be able to control them."
"No matter what they are supposed to be like, since they are part of my body, they should be controlled by me."
"Whatever I want them to be, they will be"
The two forces that were originally so distinct finally suddenly connected. He jumped up with a big smile, looking like a ghost and as fast as a bird. He easily climbed up the cliff that originally took a lot of time and effort to climb up. Even in the past, he had only been able to climb up.
The top of the mountain that can be admired and sighed is no exception.
Standing on the top of the mountain, he shouted excitedly to the sky, startling countless birds.
Then, he looked back to where he had come from and saw smoke and dust billowing.
When he rushed back, he saw that the city where the sect was originally located had been reduced to a sea of flames.
He learned the whole story from his dying senior brother - in fact, there was really nothing to say, it was just a matter of rebellion and counterinsurgency. As for their sect and their city, it was just a sentence of "after breaking the city, plundering the army"
"That's all.
He put down his brother who was still staring at death, stood up, and drew his sword.
From that day on, rivers of blood flowed and corpses littered the fields.
The imperial court's anti-rebellion army was wiped out, and the martial arts saint with red eyes went northward, defeating all those who tried to stop him, defeating thousands of troops and horses, and defeating the entire country.
Finally, he held the king's head and stood in the main hall of the palace, looking around in confusion.
Surrounded by the officials who were trembling and kneeling on the ground in a pool of blood, whether they were civil servants or generals, princes or eunuchs, their faces were filled with horror at this moment. They pressed their noble heads into the dirty blood, not even daring to take a breath.
So, he realized it.
Because he was able to control himself, he gained unimaginable power. This power gave him enough power to control the life and death of others, and then he could control more.
"If you want to get more, you have to control more." He said to himself, "I have understood the truth of this world."
Then, countless years flew by.
From tyrant to immortal, all the way up. He uses force, intelligence, conspiracy, conspiracy... uses all means to defeat everything and control everything.
He conquered one country after another, conquered one world after another, constantly gained stronger power, and constantly entered a higher realm.
Finally, he sat on a majestic throne high in the sky, overlooking the heavens and the world.
His power has reached its peak, and his realm has also reached its peak. No one can compete with him anymore. Looking up, there is only endless void.
From this moment on, he is supreme.
But he is not satisfied. His path to control has not come to an end yet. There are still some guys with power close to him who are trying to resist him; there are still two extremely huge worlds that he has not completely conquered.
...The most important thing is that there are two old guys hiding in the void and above him. Those two old guys can create an "infinite" world, but they can only create a "limited" world.
"world.
He will never allow it
But he has reached the end of the road, and there is no way ahead. He can still control more worlds, and maybe defeat those three old opponents, but all of this is just a matter of quantity and cannot bring him realm.
promote.
He wants to go further.
So he meditated, he studied, and he used the world as a toy to explore and experiment.
Finally, he found a way.
To create an infinite world, just devour an infinite world.
He killed a few guys with eternal life, used them as raw materials, and then started building.
He built a world that could swallow everything, devour, and then create.
As long as he uses this world to swallow up an entire infinite world, he will naturally be able to create the infinite world he wants. Then he can break through the limit and take the next step where there is no way. Then he will also combine the other two worlds.
Swallow it once and truly control everything
When the world he created was about to take shape, he felt a crisis.
It was a counterattack from the world, a counterattack that wanted to destroy him and his world.
He smiled and sneered disdainfully.
What is destined to be a stepping stone, do you want to resist him?
So he decided to defeat this meaningless resistance and draw a perfect end to his path to control with a glorious victory.
Thunder flashes and everything will be destroyed.
But in the midst of endless destruction, he sneered, disdained, and remained unmoved.
"Destruction? It's just something I control."
As he spoke, he turned around and stared at Wu Jie amidst the solidified thunder and lightning.
"Do you understand now? This is the path to control."
"The Desolate God, the Xu Ancestor... they also took this path back then. If you want to reach the supreme peak, this is the only feasible path."
His voice echoed in the void, louder than thunder; his eyes were full of majesty, more dazzling than thunder.
