When the Supreme Being forgets his emotions, he forgets the past events and forgets the seven emotions and six desires.
All things are empty, and all things can be empty.
Being self-centered, suppressing joy, anger, sorrow and joy.
Live like a zombie without a second thought.
Su Xinglan was "lucky" to have stepped into this unique realm.
Every time he recalled it, every time he recovered from his inner demons, he felt that life would be worse than death.
He is a human being, a living person, a person of flesh and blood.
He cares about, cares about, and is worried about.
There are too many emotions hidden deep in his heart.
He didn't want to forget them, and he didn't want to become a lonely devil.
Therefore, in this painful torture, in the suffering at the bottom of the Demon Killing Pond, he created his own "Sentient Way" based on the thirty-six moves of demon sword techniques.
The smoothness of the process was something he never expected.
To be precise, there is only two words he is obsessed with: forget.
Forget about the ruthlessness of the Supreme Being and follow your heart.
What the heart thinks is sentient being.
Blood seeped out between the eyebrows.
Su Xinglan stood up holding the Taixuan Sword.
His eyes were tightly closed.
Facing the double thunder disaster, the two most powerful thunders, all he could do was probably take a gamble.
If you win the bet, you will become the pinnacle of Chinese martial arts.
In today's China, he is the first proud man to reach the eighteenth level of martial arts.
Those who keep the Tao, those who practice Buddhism, and those who practice Taoism are all as weak as grass.
He can walk sideways and arrogantly represent Kunlun to suppress other sects.
All old and new grudges are brought back together.
He is still Su Xinglan, the real Su Laosan, Su Crazy.
And once you lose the bet...
"No, I won't lose."
He pressed his finger between his eyebrows, and blood spread along his fingertips.
The desperate look in his eyes changed.
He became fiercely fighting and as cold as ice.
It is the desire for life and the nostalgia for the world.
The anger towards heaven's punishment and the willingness to do whatever it takes for this final battle.
"Heaven is ruthless, but people are affectionate."
"You want me to die, but I want to live."
"My life is in my own control, why do you decide for me?"
He spoke very softly, his lips rising and falling slightly, but his voice echoed far away on the third peak.
"Baiyou, this sword is sentient."
"It's Xinglan's love for you, his love for Kunlun, and his love for his family."
"The emotion of cause and effect for all living beings, the emotion of immortality."
"You like to watch me practice my sword, so let's take a look at this sword."
He opened his palms and without moving, thousands of sword energy emerged from his chest and floated to every corner of the Nine Peaks of Kunlun.
On the mountain, below the mountain.
In front of the mountain, behind the mountain.
In the pool, on the rocks.
Palace houses, dense jungle.
Wherever the sword energy went, Su Xinglan's figure appeared strangely.
Wearing single clothes, each person has a sword.
He was clearly standing on the third peak, yet he seemed to be everywhere.
"I had a wipe..."
Du Qirui was so shocked that he almost bit off his tongue.
He kept rubbing his eyes and even slapped himself hard twice.
"No, it's not a hallucination?"
He covered his face and felt a burning pain.
"Click."
Lightning flashes and thunder approaches.
Du Qirui squinted his eyes and saw that the two thunders in the sky had completely merged together.
The blue and red colors overlap and are as big as a millstone.
"Despicable, vile and obscene."
"You are shameless."
Du Qirui couldn't help, so he yelled angrily: "God, can you please be reasonable?"
"People's thunder tribulations happen one after another. Why do two of them come together when it's my junior brother's turn?"
