Bloody thunder pierced the sky, red clouds and mist covered the sky, and blood rain poured down, as if the sky was crying, and all living things were in sorrow!
The saint fell, the saint of the human race fell!
Even though Lao Jijiu is now abandoned by Heaven, compared to Wu Ming, who is destined by Heaven, he still has great merits for the human race and is protected by the fate of the human race.
No one can deny this!
The rain of blood pattered, the thunder continued for a long time, the blood clouds rolled like ocean waves, and the black pressure filled the sky. The sorrow spread thousands of miles around, even the entire Chinese race, and even the alien creatures felt it in their hearts.
Woohoo!
The sad wind is gradually rising, and the whole city is sobbing, and the sounds of panic and crying are endless, intertwined with the blood rain and thunder to form a tragic song!
Wu Ming looked up at the sky, bathed in the rain of blood. Three-color flames rose up around his body, and his bones and flesh melted. Even his soul was in this strange flame, becoming the fuel that fueled the fire. Every breath was fading away.
The Taoist divine flame—the true fire of Samadhi!
Prompted by the awe-inspiring aura of Confucianism, the fire is so strong that it can burn a powerful person in the holy realm, let alone a semi-holy venerable person.
"Isn't it strange that the Samadhi True Fire is useless to me?"
Wu Ming grasped the white-haired head of the old priest, his golden body with three heads and six arms melted in the flames, but his voice was extremely firm, as if he did not feel the pain of being burned, "Isn't it even more strange, why is your secret technique of scapegoating?" , didn’t work?”
"I am indeed a little strange, more of a surprise, but now... I feel a little enlightened!"
In a trance, a phantom gradually emerged from the headless corpse. Old Jiujiu was like a ghost that had been diluted to the extreme, but he couldn't hide his surprise and looked at Wu Ming, "This path is different from the immortal Buddha." Holy way!"
Even though there are three supreme realms among the heavens and the ten thousand ways, in fact, when one has cultivated to the deepest level, there is no distinction between strong and weak, but there are differences in the early stages or subtleties.
If this were not the case, throughout the ages, there have been many masters of the three supreme beings, not to mention the crucian carp crossing the river, but there are even groups that inherit the bloodline and still exist.
They have all disappeared in the long river of history, and not all of them stand at the top of the world!
But according to common sense, even if Wu Ming broke the limit of his cultivation realm, he still couldn't resist it. A Taiqing Holy Talisman that contains the Taoist supreme holy secret technique Samadhi True Fire would be enough.
But now, although Wu Ming's golden body is constantly burning, in the remaining will perception of the old sacrifice wine, its own essence is still like the sun, moon and stars in the sky, flowing and alternating, immortal and immortal.
This has transcended the traditional sense of immortality in Buddhism and is close to the realm of the legendary Buddha!
"Hey!"
Wu Ming laughed happily, picked up his head, looked at the old sacrificial wine with a half-smile, and said mockingly, "Even now, I still want to be a thief, and I still want to make mysteries and mess up my mind. Being old and not dying is a thief. The ancients are not honest." Bullying me!"
The old man drank wine in silence for a long time, and sighed with emotion: "It is God's will that the old man died in the hands of my little friend. God's will cannot be violated, and the old man also feels it. As the saying goes, people who are about to die have good words, so please be kind to me. Treat the people of the human race, in the future..."
"Oh!"
Wu Ming tilted his head, looked at the old priest with cold eyes and said, "It doesn't need to be said so grandly, your way is not my way, it has not been from the beginning, no one can interfere with my way.
Don't say you can't do it, not even those old guys in the sky can do it.
So, you’d better put away your little thoughts and hit the road as fast as you can, I won’t tell you what I’m going to do.”
"My little friend is a man of great talent, why is he doing this?"
Lao Jijiu had a sad look on his face, and a hint of unspeakable regret.
Maybe we should have been more cruel back then, maybe we should have been fairer. Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world, and it is impossible to turn back time!
One wrong thought led to today's situation, which is so sad!
He could feel that Wu Ming seemed to have a shocking plan, which was definitely contrary to what the saints thought.
Normally, he would never be so afraid of Wu Ming, but now after fighting Wu Ming, he could see some clues.
It's a pity that none of these things can be spread out to warn the saints!
With Wu Ming's methods, in order to prevent this kind of thing from happening, he would not mind killing the surrounding creatures and even exterminating Jixia Academy.
You can even destroy the dragon's veins and harm the luck of the human race, but what else is there that you don't dare to do?
"If we have different paths, we should not conspire against each other!"
Wu Ming said calmly.
"Okay, may God bless the human race and live forever..."
Before the old man could finish his words, they dispersed with the wind and disappeared into the rain of blood.
"There's another one!"
Wu Ming's face was slightly cold, neither happy nor sad. It seemed that a great revenge was avenged, which was nothing to him.
"Is it necessary to do this?"
At this moment, an old voice came, and the blood clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, as if the sky had cleared after the rain, and all the haze had dispersed.
"If you feel regretful, you can take action!"
Wu Ming didn't even look back.
"Hahaha!"
Ancestor Xuan Sheng laughed and shook his head, walked forward slowly, stood side by side with Wu Ming, looked up at the sky, and said with a little sigh, "Life is short, only a hundred years, but I have lived for so many years, and I have seen all the hardships in the world.
, the world has changed so much, it is still hard to imagine that in just a dozen years, you can reach this point."
"Yeah, even I couldn't think of it myself!"
Wu Ming lowered his head and glanced at the palm wrapped in flames, then looked at the sky again, and said lightly, "Maybe it's because of God's arrangement!"
"That's the only way to explain it!"
Ancestor Xuansheng was silent for a long time and nodded slowly, because even with his powers of deduction and divination, he could not figure out how Wu Ming could reach this point.
When it comes to talent, throughout the ages, there are not only a few who are equal to it, but even three points better.
When it comes to understanding, it’s not like there aren’t those who hear the Tao!
In terms of life experience, which of the Taoist, Buddhist or Confucian ancestors has not gone through countless tribulations?
Example: Wu Ming's past, although he was homeless and had a bumpy fate, and even became the legendary existence he is today, there are not a few existences similar to him.
But those people have long been eliminated in the long river of history. Where is Wu Ming?
"Your way is difficult!"
Ancestor Xuan Sheng gave some words of comfort.
"A great man once said that there is no road in the world. It is only because more people walk that there is a road!"
Wu Ming said calmly.
"This is an amazing man!"
Ancestor Xuan Sheng pondered for a long time.
"Oh!"
Wu Ming laughed and shook his head, not knowing what he meant, "I think the road is at my feet!"
Ancestor Xuan Sheng's pupils shrank, his face changed slightly, and then he returned to normal, but his tone became more solemn and he said: "I have seen Lu Guanchao!"
"Then...you should have seen that taboo, right?"
Wu Ming raised his eyebrows, as if he was a little surprised, but also a little aware.
The Lu family has been around since the ancestors of Guan Chao. With the longevity of the ancestor Xuan Sheng, it is not surprising at all to have seen this person, but now that he is brought up, it is by no means unreasonable.
"Seen it!"
Ancestor Xuan Sheng nodded, praised, or even exclaimed, "Throughout the ages, he has been the most outstanding swordsman in the human race. In fact, he was born for the sword. One sword gleams in nineteen states, and can cast thousands of spells in the thirty-three days."
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Do you know how old he was when he had this level of swordsmanship?"
Wu Ming simply shook his head.
Although he had focused on collecting information about this person, perhaps the temples had hidden it so well that even the ambiguous information was difficult to find.
All I know is that he is the master of the world’s best swordsman, Pei Susu’s biological father, and Liu Yixue’s grandfather!
This is the first time I heard someone talking about this person.
"Thirty-two years old!"
Ancestor Xuansheng smiled.
Wu Ming's pupils suddenly shrank, his eyes showing wonder.
If you think about it, he is almost thirty years old now!
But even if we don't count his two lives, there is still a big gap between him and this one.
"That year, in all the temples, the sword shocked all the saints and wanted to open the way to heaven and open a free road to the heavens and the world for human beings. What kind of heroic ambition was it?"
Ancestor Xuan Sheng recalled it with his eyes open and spoke eloquently.
Wu Ming was silent, knowing that this was the Xuansheng Ancestor warning him.
Even such beings died before their ambitions were fulfilled because they walked on that forbidden road, let alone him?
"The unparalleled god of war in the Middle Ages died in this way, right?"
After a long silence, Wu Ming suddenly asked.
"good!"
Ancestor Xuan Sheng glanced at him in surprise, then nodded and said, "In that battle, I was on the bank of Wujiang River and watched him kill himself and annihilate the holy soul battle body. He didn't even want to reincarnate.
go."
"Hey!"
Wu Ming smiled and shook his head with an unknown meaning, and sighed with emotion, "It is better to chase the poor bandits with the remaining courage, and not to be a famous academic overlord!"
"You're still the same as before!"
Ancestor Xuan Sheng was stunned for a moment and then laughed.
Wu Ming has no explanation, and no explanation is needed!
"Are you ready?"
The two were silent for a long time, and then Xuansheng Ancestor suddenly said.
"Always ready!"
Wu Ming said calmly.
"Then go for it!"
Ancestor Xuan Sheng nodded.
Buzz!
Before he finished speaking, the heaven and earth shook violently, and there seemed to be invisible light and shadow covering the sky. Indistinctly, one side was supporting the sky and the earth, as if a basalt giant beast in its own world occupied this side of the world.
Under the full force of this Xuan Sheng Patriarch, no one could figure out what was going on in the state.
"I've met Han Sheng!"
Seeing the figure walking out from the back of the ancestor Xuan Sheng, Wu Ming bowed without any surprise.
"It seems that you have expected it!"
It was rumored that Han Sheng, who had long since died, was quite surprised. He immediately smiled and shook his head. A golden pen appeared in his hand and pointed at Wu Ming in a circle, "The punishment of heaven's law, exile to the end of the world, duh!"
Buzz!
Before he finished speaking, the sound of morning bells and evening drums seemed to resound in the heaven and earth, turning into an endless stream of light. When applied to Wu Ming's body, it actually turned into a pair of translucent shackles containing the power of mysterious runes.
Even someone as strong as Wu Ming was dwarfed by the shackles, but his waist did not bend at all.
Killing a human saint, no matter what the reason, is a grave sin after all!
The holy art of Legalism - the great art of exile!
As long as you are a human being, you cannot escape the entanglement of fate, and everything will be right!
"Send that trash fish to me and tell it to China, I will slay the dragon and become a saint!"
Wu Ming's figure slowly lay back, and the void behind him seemed to be distorted, submerging it in an instant.
Han Sheng narrowed his eyes, and finally nodded. He looked at each other with Ancestor Xuan Sheng, and then disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. (To be continued)