Eight hundred and seventieth eight chapters buried gods
A flash of aurora descended, stretching for dozens of miles, directly piercing through the Lord of Wanren Mountain, and even his soul was directly annihilated.
He failed to scream, but the sword light between heaven and earth was gone.
Han Qiu had no expression on his face, snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, turned around suddenly, and strode out of the field.
There was a dead silence in the field, and no one could accept the fact that they were killed.
Maggie took a deep breath and said: "Back then, when the Kingdom of Gods and Demons was about to fall, and Han Juechen's beloved wife died, he sat on a mountain and watched the clouds for nine days and nights, and finally asked the sky with his sword, achieving supreme immortality in his swordsmanship. This aurora,
It's one of his most outstanding sword moves. I didn't expect this woman to hide it so deeply."
Gu Que nodded and said: "In the decades since I have known her, she has never shown her sword skills. It turns out that her real killing move is this."
"Really? Is this my ultimate move?"
Han Qiu walked over, smiled softly, but stopped talking.
Of course, Gu Que didn't know if this was Han Qiu's last straw, but it probably wasn't because her Eye of Deception seemed to have never been really used.
The failure of this battle dealt a far more serious blow to the Shura world than the previous one. After all, Master Wanren Mountain was recognized by them as the top master of heaven and humans. He was indeed strong enough, but he just met Han Qiu.
Gu Shi's eyes were red and his body was even trembling. Master Wanren Mountain was his close friend. He thought he could solve it easily, but he didn't expect that he even killed his friend.
He forced himself to calm down. He knew that if he didn't calm down, the situation would be out of control.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a long time, and then finally said: "Due to the Vajra Realm, clay figurine, come out."
Upon hearing these words, the sadness of the people around him instantly turned into shock, and everyone suddenly raised their heads and looked towards the sky.
I saw a statue about one foot high that had been suspended in the air at some point. The statue was earthy gray in color and was indeed made of mud. It was rough, deformed, and weird, but it could make various expressions and had distinct facial features.
"It's indeed Senior Clay Figure."
"After more than two hundred years, he is finally born again."
"Back then, the Great Lord Dhrita Dhrita wanted to accept him as his disciple. He was so kind and blessed, but he refused to accept it and quietly disappeared."
"It is said that he went to the depths of the great lotus pond thousands of miles south to practice the lotus root body. Now it seems that he is also a clay sculpture body!"
Everyone spoke one after another, but their faces were full of admiration and confidence.
Gu Que frowned and couldn't help but look at Maggie.
Maggie shook her head and said: "I can't see through it, it's too mysterious, and my understanding of the Tao must be very deep."
Gu Que sighed and said: "I can see it too. He is so strange. Since he can make immortals want to recruit disciples, it means he is not an ordinary genius."
"Infinite Heavenly Lord."
A sigh suddenly came from a distance, and Taoist Master Dong Xizi was seen walking slowly from the end of the void. With every step he took, three green lotuses sprouted under his feet.
The Taoist rhyme emerged and swept between heaven and earth, and green grass grew out of the barren and broken earth.
With ancient Taoist robes and flowing white hair, Dong Xizi turned out to be happy this time.
The clay figurine seemed to be laughing too. The two of them stood in the void, green lotuses blooming beside them, and the whole world turned out to be extremely peaceful.
The two looked at each other like this for a long time before Dong Xizi slowly said: "There is also filth in the morning, and there are also glimpses in the dark of night. In the vast universe and the vast road, there are also the bones of fellow Taoists. How can I find it like this in all the ages?"
The clay figurine also laughed and said: "Just like the wasteland and the remaining rocks, there are also lush greens. It's a pity that I was solidified before and was stubborn and difficult to understand. I have to live in a lotus pond. It's rare for my fellow Taoists to open up."
Everyone around was confused, their eyes widened, and they looked at each other not knowing what to say.
Is this a fight? Or is this a friend?
Dong Xizi smiled and said: "It's just a martial arts competition. Those of us who hear the Tao might as well discuss it."
The clay figure nodded and said, "What are you talking about?"
Dong Xizi said: "The immortal path is indistinct and the world is endless, so why bother talking about it?"
The clay figurine understood what Dong Xizi meant, his eyes flashed, and he said with a smile: "Because of the vastness, it is inherently small."
Dong Xizi said: "Look up at the universe and observe all kinds of things. Why not get both fish and bear paws?"
The clay figurine was silent for a moment and said: "God has certain determinations and considerations have limitations, so the three pure states have their duties, so the world has ten thousand realms."
Dong Xizi shook his head and said: "When you hear the Tao, you should have no worries and just follow your heart and do whatever you want. It is natural to do nothing and it is boundless!"
The clay figure was shocked when he heard this, took a few steps back, and was almost speechless.
Wang Dingtian couldn't help but said loudly: "You two old guys, are you going to fight or not? You actually said some words that you don't understand. I almost fell asleep."
Han Qiu and Gu Que looked at each other and couldn't help but smile.
The clay figurine's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "Since the Tao is natural and does nothing, it follows the heart and mind, so there are categories. Some look up at the grandeur to open their minds, some look down at the details to find surprises, and some
You and I are like those who talk about the Tao, before and after, as we are to those who kill and kill. They are every bit as detailed as they are, and yet they are misty and boundless. If this is the case, why are we talking foolishly?"
Dong Xizi's face was covered with wrinkles, and he couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh: "Extending the small to the broad, and talking about the way of tolerance, fellow Taoist, I am afraid that you are secretly changing the concept!"
The clay figurine shook his head and said: "There is no final conclusion on everything in the world, and the so-called concepts are ever-changing. Do fellow Taoists discuss Tao for the sake of discussing Tao, or do they discuss Tao for the sake of victory or defeat?"
Hearing this, Dong Xizi was shocked, then lowered his head and sighed: "My fellow Taoist, I can't thank you enough for being taught me."
"Even if we are talking about Taoism, how can we talk about gratitude?"
"Gratefulness comes from the heart, it is so sincere, and it is said to be unconcealed, it is just a matter of temperament."
The clay figurine was stunned for a moment, and then said: "It turns out that all things are natural, and the poor way has not yet been completely penetrated."
"That's wrong."
Dong Xizi said: "The state of the soul is different from time to time, but it is also settled. It is happy with itself, travels freely to other places, has insight into all things, goes through all difficulties, weeps when encountering sorrow, is happy when seeing blessings, and is always happy with existence.
The two characters are those who hear the Tao."
Having said this, he couldn't help but say: "That's what the name of the poor Taoist Taoist priest Dongxi means."
The clay man nodded and said: "Everything in the world is born from the Tao. The primal life is confident in dead things. The poor Tao does not understand it and sees its bad roots, so it destroys its body, turns into dust, and then condenses into its own body. From now on, we are all called clay men."
"Fellow clay figurine, Dong Xizi bowed his head." Dong Xizi said with a smile.
The clay figurine also said: "Fellow Taoist Dong Xizi, the clay figurine nodded."
The two laughed at the same time, walked toward each other, and actually wanted to hug each other.
Wang Dingtian's eyes widened and he couldn't help but murmured: "What the hell is going on here? They surrendered to each other before they even started fighting?"
People around him couldn't help but start discussing. There were many people in the Shura world who didn't understand. Even Ashulun couldn't help but loudly said: "Senior clay figurine, please stop talking about those inscrutable truths and destroy them quickly."
This person! We in the Shura world need you to save our face!"
The clay figurine slowly turned back and said: "The subtle obedience can't be seen, and the subtle comings and goings are endless. If you could see farther, why would you be so troubled?"
Jushi strode out, clasped his fists and bowed down, saying in a deep voice: "Senior Clay Figure, we are stupid and don't know the way, but our position is like this, there is nothing we can do about it! Senior is a member of the Shura Realm, so we might as well fight!"
The clay figurine shook his head and said with a smile: "The poor Taoist belongs to the world."
Wang Dingtian smiled and said: "This guy is really good at showing off."
Gu Que was speechless and couldn't help but said: "Why do you care so much about these guys' choices and habits?"
Wang Dingtian raised his head and said: "A grown man should eat big mouthfuls of meat, drink big bowls of wine, stand upright, be happy with grudges, be so formal, and say things that others can't understand. I, Wang Dingtian, don't like it."
"Then shut up."
Han Qiu spoke lightly, and Wang Dingtian opened his mouth, but did not speak.
He has a close relationship with the Sky-Eyed Tiger. Those who are close to ink are black, and those who are close to vermilion are red. For some reason, he is also a little afraid of Han Qiu.
Perhaps Han Qiu did bring oppression to others, and he had felt it before, but now that he was familiar with it and even slept with it, he was no longer afraid.
And in the sky, Dong Xizi smiled and said: "Since we are close friends from the end of the world, why should we have known each other before? I am really ashamed to come all the way for a martial arts competition."
He looked around and said softly: "In this battle, I will admit defeat."
The emperors' eyes suddenly widened, and Wang Dingtian jumped up and shouted: "Old man, you are so unjust!"
Gu Que pulled him back, cupped his fists and said, "Taojun Dongxizi has his own ideas, Gu Que is still grateful."
Dong Xizi turned to look at Gu Que and sighed: "Gu Que, the reason why I saved you back then was because of the tolerance in your heart. You are not decent enough, and you are not a villain. You don't pursue the strong.
Nor do I despise poverty. Tolerance is the most precious quality of a soul. I saved you not because of Su Xue."
Gu Que cupped his fists and bowed deeply.
The clay figurine said: "Since I have won this battle, I have fulfilled my promise to the Dragon Clan Lords. I owe you a favor. Wanli Lotus Pond is always waiting for you."
Gu Que quickly said: "Senior Clay Figurine, there is no need to be polite, everything has its own destiny."
"Don't be frightened by favor or disgrace, be impartial."
The clay figurine sighed, looked at Taoist Master Dongxizi, and said with a smile: "There are thousands of lotus ponds in the south of Shura Realm, which is a pure place in the world. Fellow Taoist, would you like to come with me?"
"What an honor."
Taojun Dongxizi laughed loudly, and the two walked side by side, and soon disappeared at the end of the south.
No one thought that this battle would have such an outcome.
Gu Que can bear this result because Maggie, the first person under immortality, believes that Maggie can win.
And Gu Zhi can also bear this result, because he knows who will take action in the next battle.
"Huh? Maggie, you look ugly."
Gu Que looked at Maggie's pale face and didn't know what she was thinking when she stayed there, so she couldn't help but ask.
Maggie trembled and forced a smile: "It's nothing, I was just distracted for a moment."
Gu Que nodded and said, "Are you worried?"
Maggie shook her head and said softly: "What can I have on my mind? I'm just wondering if Tai Lao and the others are ready."
Gu Que said: "As long as there is a golden light pillar rising to the sky over the altar, it means that the formation is completely ready."
Maggie nodded and said nothing.
Gu Que suddenly said: "Are you worried about the martial arts competition?"
Maggie's body trembled and she shook her head and said: "Of course not. I have twelve wings and am the ancestor of angels. I am immortal and have no rivals."
"That's good."
Gu Que had a bad feeling in his heart. (To be continued)