The first thousand five hundred and seventy-ninth chapters
"You are really unexpected. I have to admit that apart from your talent, your mind alone is enough to put countless geniuses to shame!"
Master Ouye was stunned for a moment, but did not get angry. He immediately smiled and said, "But so what if you see it, do you think you still have a chance to escape?
This place has fallen into the art of changing the heaven and the earth, and has become its own space. Unless the saint can personally cancel it, you, a half-saint with the cultivation level of the second realm of the gods, have no way of escaping.
Therefore, cooperating with this Saint is your only choice!"
"Oh, although you have reached some kind of agreement with the Demonic Saint, you don't completely believe it, otherwise you wouldn't take this opportunity to let me take you away.
Although you hide it very well, I know that you really want to get out of this quagmire!"
Wu Ming slowly stood up, with golden light rising into the sky behind him, and the shadow of the Buddha rising like the sun. He said condescendingly, "You can't trust the other party, and you don't want to be controlled by others. Instead, if you want to be truly free and at ease, you must at least be able to take the initiative yourself.
Even you are sure to escape from this place, which means there are flaws in this place, so why can't I escape?"
"Buddhist exercises, and they are the true transmission of Tantric Buddhism, no wonder you are not affected by this holy illusory way!"
Master Ouye was slightly surprised, as if he had just discovered that Wu Ming was not just using the relics of the Holy Buddha, "But if you think that my illusion is easy to break, you are totally wrong. If you have not reached the holy realm, you will never know
How powerful this realm is!"
"Holy realm?"
Wu Ming raised the corner of his mouth slightly and chuckled, "You are just a false saint, and you don't even have a physical body. How can you talk about the power of a saint?"
"What a arrogant tone. A mere half-saint of the second realm dares to speak so arrogantly. Throughout the past and present, I have never seen a descendant as arrogant as you!"
Master Ouye's face turned gloomy, as if he had lost his patience. He stretched out his hand, grabbed Wu Ming from a distance, and sneered, "Since you are so stubborn and stubborn, I will let you know what it means to be a saint!"
Whoosh!
The streams of light swirled around, and the strange and colorful streams of light swirled up, creating a strange, unparalleled and dazzling space.
What is shocking is that when looking from the inside to the outside, everything is still happening. The fight between the fallen demons and the demons and the human semi-saints, or the looming demon secrets in the billowing black smoke, are all circulating endlessly.
In the colorful light, it is clearly revealed.
But when the colorful brilliance flows around Wu Ming, no matter whether it is humans or demons, as long as they take action, they will take away the ray of golden light emanating from Wu Ming's body.
Such a back and forth cycle, in just a moment, made the golden light around Wu Ming dim, and even the golden Buddha shadow behind him seemed to be unsustainable and about to collapse at any time.
"Cultivation of truth through falsehood, it is as real as it is illusory!"
Wu Ming's eyelids drooped slightly and he glanced at the blood stains on his shoulders. They were the blood that had just erupted from the fight between a human semi-saint and a powerful demon.
The external force fluctuations on the scars were also the same as the auras of the two, as if the two were really aiming at him to attack!
But in fact, the two of them were still hundreds of feet away, and they were fighting fiercely, with no one able to make a move.
Tsk!
Soon, several more streams of light flashed around, leaving scars on Wu Ming's body. Without exception, they were all left by the powerful men of various races who were fighting in the distance.
Even if these strong men were allowed to look closely at the scars on Wu Ming's body, there would be no objection. These are the scars they left!
This is the terrifying part of the original illusion!
As long as something really happened, you can use the supreme power to print and copy it, or even copy it out of thin air in another place. Although it is false, it is also true!
"What do you think, little friend?"
Master Ouye smiled.
"It is indeed a method that far exceeds that of a half-saint!"
Wu Ming nodded slightly and praised calmly.
"Um?"
Master Ouye frowned slightly, Wu Ming acted too calm!
"Master, do you know why the person who made the deal with you knew that you had second thoughts, but still trusted you to be the core of this plan? And you came to me in advance and made the plan secretly, and no one stopped you?"
Wu Ming said calmly.
"Why?"
Master Ouye couldn't figure out why.
In other words, given his strength, even if he doesn't have a physical body, he can at least exert his pseudo-saint strength by having a holy sword as the object of his soul's will.
Even the weakest pseudo-saint can easily suppress any strong semi-saint, even a semi-saint genius.
Not to mention, the other party's cultivation level has not yet reached the peak, and he is only a half-saint in the second realm. How can he take it to heart?
But Wu Ming acted so calm, and he could feel that Wu Ming was not pretending to be calm, and he couldn't help but become curious. It could be regarded as a relief from the loneliness for many years!
"Because, you are just a pawn they use to test me!"
Wu Ming suddenly raised his head, his eyes sparkling with light, and his face showed a look of compassion. He slowly raised his right hand, like a Tathagata holding a flower, and looked at Master Ouye from a distance.
The Tathagata picked up flowers, Kasyapa smiled, and the great magical power of Buddhism - the finger to pick up flowers!
Although the two of them were sitting opposite each other with a jade box that was only half a foot wide, no matter who made the move, they seemed to be separated by endless void.
Master Ou Ye acted like this before, and Wu Ming points out the same thing now.
As he pointed out, the golden Buddha figure behind Wu Ming seemed to be the Buddha coming to the world, saving all living beings, giving endless care to the world, and pacifying all killings.
Just in that finger, the Udumbara flower bloomed, blooming with brilliance for an instant, and everyone in the world showed a knowing smile like Kassapa.
Even if it is illusory, if you can get a moment of happiness, just like the Udumbara flower can only bloom for a moment, it is enough to be remembered by the world, and it will be enough to comfort you for a lifetime!
"snort!"
But it was such a beautiful and rare vision in the world, but Master Ouye's face was gloomy, he suddenly snorted, and a drop of blood and tears that seemed real and illusory flowed from the corner of his right eye.
The strange thing is that there is a shadow of Udumbara flower on his forehead, which seems to be directly imprinted on his skin and gradually blends into it, exuding an aura of decay and nothingness.
Inside, it was surprisingly empty!
"What's fake is fake and can never become real. Even if a saint has the power to return to his original nature, he can't fabricate something out of thin air. Let alone you, a living weapon spirit that is neither human nor ghost nor demon."
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As Wu Ming spoke, the scars on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had never happened.
And in the end, Master Ouye's true identity was revealed - the weapon spirit.
The weapon spirit of the Myriad Fantasy Bone-Breaking Sword!
This weapon spirit can also be regarded as a kind of alien life, but no one can create this kind of life. It is the supreme power that can only be possessed by the creator who creates a world.
As for the Creator, except for the legendary existence from the beginning of the ancient times, even the Chaos Demon God who has long disappeared in the long river of history cannot reach this level.
Not even the two saintly ancestors who founded Taoism and Confucianism could do it!
But the spirit of the weapon actually exists. Different from the will of other holy weapons, it has an independent and complex soul-like intelligence.
Just because the birth of this weapon spirit is the demonic intention in the demonic bone of the holy sword itself, as well as the immortal holy intention of the real Master Ouye, plus various coincidences!
Perhaps, Master Ouye's unwillingness and obsession with the unfairness of the world may not necessarily mean that he is not worried about the unknown fate of his people.
Of course, there is also the cruelty of the Demon Emperor in the Demon Bones, and the demonic will that cannot be eradicated even in the fiery furnace!
At the beginning of the birth of the weapon spirit, he may be ignorant and may not have that much thought.
However, he has been imprisoned from the beginning. If he has not realized how wonderful the outside world is, he may remain in chaos.
But someone wanted to sacrifice it, but it refused to give in and rose up to resist. Unfortunately, it was just a weapon spirit. Even if it was hiding in the Myriad Fantasy Bone-Breaking Sword, it would not be able to escape the fate of being wiped out if it did not give in.
Or, choose self-annihilation!
But since they are living creatures, even if they are aliens, they still yearn for freedom and life.
During the struggle, everything in the past gradually came to life, and he learned a lot, and even more understood the wonderful things about the outside world, so he temporarily chose to compromise, and everything happened today.
According to common sense, its choice is not wrong, and even if it were someone else, it might not be as good as it did.
However, or perhaps due to fate, he met Wu Ming.
A genius who cannot be judged by common sense, even if it is a treasure such as the Holy Buddha's relics, he will give it up at any time, and he has countless trump cards!
In the brief confrontation, Wu Ming saw the foundation of Qi Ling, and Qi Ling saw Wu Ming's confidence and strength!
"You are very strong, which is unexpected, but if you think that I will be defeated by you so easily, you are totally wrong!"
Master Ouye was silent for a moment, and a sinister smile suddenly appeared on his face. His rotten and empty forehead returned to its original state in an instant, and he said ruthlessly, "Even those old guys who are hundreds of times stronger than you can't let me."
The Holy Spirit admits defeat, you are just a second-level Divine Hidden Half-Saint, and you want to make this Holy Server weak? Go to hell!"
As he spoke, Master Ouye's whole body twisted, and he suddenly merged into the Myriad Fantasy Bone-Breaking Sword, bursting out into the sky with bursts of radiant light.
"Stubborn!"
Wu Ming shook his head indifferently, as if unaware, and allowed the shockingly powerful holy sword to turn its edge and aim it at his heart.
Poof!
There was a frightening sound of a sharp blade penetrating into flesh, and the holy sword penetrated Wu Ming's chest, and it was directly facing the vital part of the heart, passing through the heart without any hindrance.
"Hahaha, do you really think that after seeing through the origin of this saint's illusion, you think it is just a fake? Even if it is just an illusion, you are dead and no one can save you!"
From the holy sword, Master Ouye's wanton laughter came out, "Use the false to cultivate the true, interpret the false and preserve the true. This is the holy way of illusion. It is true and looks like illusion, neither true nor false, what looks like reality is still false!"
All the colored glaze seemed to have found an outlet at this moment, flowing along the sword body and into the wound on Wu Ming's chest.
For a moment, Wu Ming's body was like a compassionate golden Buddha, radiant and radiant, but because of the holy sword that passed through his chest, it revealed endless death and inexplicable ferocity and evil intentions!
As the golden light, the Buddha's shadow, and even the glazed brilliance were restrained, revealing the situation inside, all the people who fought, no matter the powerful people of all races, were actually cautious and focused on the core of the turmoil.
When I saw Wu Ming, who was motionless and breathless, and the holy sword on his chest, I couldn't help but be stunned! (To be continued)