Liansheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man with more and more complicated eyes. He was Liansheng. The flower bloomed with thirty-two petals, and the petals were different. However, in the end, all the petals were dull and dull, and turned into a black lotus. He achieved great success.
The lotus in the realm of Nirvana!
But when he looked at the young man here, it was as if he saw a sword with a sharp edge that pierced the sky! It was a sword that had broken through life and death, but never yielded and never accepted fate. It was the same sword that represented the Great Nirvana.
Black Lotus, the fearless sword that reinforces and restrains each other!
Yes, Master Liansheng has been contemplating life and death all his life. Finally, when he was old, he realized that it was an unbreakable deadlock, and he realized the state of Nirvana under all kinds of helplessness.
Although Qin Feng's experience was short, he lived in the shadow of death almost all the time, struggled in the bloody wind every moment, grew up under the threat of death, and finally ended up in a dead situation where he knew he would die.
, without fear of life or death, thus becoming truly fearless from deep within.
The young man who was laughing wildly became even more arrogant because he became a saint. He laughed loudly, pointed the sword in his hand at the sky and said: "Since I am a real person, and the gods are also a real person, then why should I be afraid of him? Why should I be afraid of him?"
Why can't I defeat him? If God stands in my way, I will kill him!"
Qin Feng was so crazy that he did not carve these very arrogant and fearless words on the stone, but just like Cui Haoran, the former saint of the Northwest Territories who carved the words on the stone, he went north with his sword.
There is a fearlessness and pride in my heart that is difficult for ordinary people to understand...
That touch of fearlessness and pride pointed straight at the sky like a sword, as if it really cut the heaven, earth and sky into pieces. Then without any warning, the blue sky suddenly turned gray, and the sun hanging high in the sky also became dim.
The earth was cracking apart at this time, and even the space became a little illusory and blurry. It seemed that at this moment, there was only that sword left between heaven and earth.
Master Liansheng looked at the sword and the sword-like young man. For some reason, his face, which had not shown any signs of aging after thousands of years, instantly became old. Also for some unknown reason, Liansheng's old face
A very happy smile appeared on his face, like a lotus flower that was about to wither and finally bloomed.
In the inexplicable smile of Master Liansheng, everything in the world disappeared like soap bubbles at the same time, and then fell into the deepest darkness.
The depths of darkness are the deepest part of the ocean of consciousness when Qin Feng is sleeping. Master Liansheng sits cross-legged in front of Qin Feng, slowly forming the lotus seal. The black lotus is silent and has thirty-two petals.
There were two worlds, but those worlds were destroyed as the petals continued to wither, and their withering was accelerated by the fearless sword intent that suddenly rose in the ocean of young man's consciousness.
"It seems that you have woken up and have remembered a lot of things." Liansheng looked at the withering and withering of the black lotus. The expression on his face was not only not worried at all, but also a little relieved. But at the same time, he was also a little sad.
He glanced at the young man for the last time with some reluctance, and said calmly: "It's just that this remnant soul of a teacher can only do so many things. Although you have crossed that river, you still have to make your own way in the future.
, after all, you still need to go on your own."
Master Liansheng said quietly, and the extremely illusory figure gradually faded as the black lotus withered, until it completely disappeared...
The moment Master Liansheng's figure disappeared, the fearless sword intent in Qin Feng's body that had been sealed for thousands or tens of thousands of years suddenly awakened.
That sword intention is not afraid of life and death, not afraid of time, and naturally not afraid of darkness. It is like an arrow that cannot be stopped. From the moment it appears, it buzzes from the center of Qin Feng's eyebrows.
It burst out, then forcibly tore apart the darkness, and rushed straight out of the depths of the ocean...
In the endless darkness, the sword intent continued to move upwards and upwards. It tore through the darkness, but ushered in more darkness, and even the endless resentment in the darkness, which was caused by the dragon scales after transforming into a dragon.
The terrible resentment and murderous thoughts he carries are extremely powerful and difficult to deal with.
But the power of that sword intention is that it is never afraid of difficulties, let alone whether it will encounter some difficult existences on its way forward. Because it is a sword intention that cannot be stopped, that
It is a sword intention that requires fighting to the end if one does not die.
So no matter how powerful the resentment or power is, even if it can hinder the forward speed of the sword, it can't stop the sword intention from moving forward, let alone the place it wants to reach. So a battle that ordinary people can't see
The war that cannot be touched, touched, or noticed is fought in Qin Feng's ocean of consciousness.
But this battle did not last too long, because while the fearless sword intention and the resentment of the dragon scale were fighting in separate chambers, rays of light suddenly lit up in the depths of the ocean of Qin Feng's consciousness.
The light gathered into a spear, a long sword, a broken knife, an old piano, a chessboard...
Those rays of light are not strong, but just like the black lotus that appeared before, every existence feels so gentle, yet so powerful, so distant, as if it spans ten thousand years.
...
Those are the remnants of souls. I don’t know if they were tens of thousands of years ago. They didn’t want to return to the world and turn into white ash. They spent their lives and their extremely powerful cultivation to send a fearless sword into the legendary world.
That river only left a trace of its residual soul in the deepest part of the young man's ocean of consciousness.
But today, what they want to do is the same as it did tens of thousands of years ago. The only difference is that they sent the young man into the river at the beginning, and now they want to send Qin Feng's sword intention out of the river.
Piece of sea...
The dark and silent ocean of consciousness suddenly became extremely chaotic. There were rustling sounds, the sound of pianos rippling and low, spears like dragons coming out of the sea, and swords sweeping across all directions.
They existed in the darkness, but now they cut into the darkness, escorting the sword intent that soared straight upward, cleaning up the endless resentment in the ocean of consciousness. So in the face of the obsession of countless saints' remnant souls, that sword that was originally
In the face of the fearless sword intent, the so-called ten thousand-year resentment of the entire dragon clan is no longer so difficult and terrifying, because what they have is the most terrifying obsession of the human saints!
In the bamboo forest of Wolong Mountain, the young man who was lying quietly on the ground, having slept for an unknown number of days, suddenly opened his eyes, and the moment he opened his eyes, a black dragon scale appeared on his forehead.
It shattered and then disappeared into nothingness. What followed was that pieces of dragon scales shattered one after another and fell to the ground like dust...
A very weak, but extremely powerful and unyielding terrifying sword intent came out from Qin Feng's body and stabbed straight into the sky. It was unknown how many birds in the forest were scattered, and how many flowers blooming in early spring were shocked.
I don’t know how many potential saints somewhere in the Northwest Territory have been shocked...
In Kongmulg Mountain, the lazy and decadent saint Liu Xing suddenly opened his sleeping eyes, and his lazy pupils suddenly became extremely hot and excited. He was immersed in weeding the medicinal field, like a bad old man Li Anhun slowly straightened up.
He lifted his waist, with a smile on his face, glanced at the newly sprouted herbs in the field and said, "Spring is here, and the seeds have finally awakened."
At the same moment, everyone in Fengyun Tower looked at the countless birds flying out of the jungle, felt the familiar aura that suddenly rose from the forest, and showed an uncontrollable expression of excitement on their faces.
"Wake up! Haha, it's him who woke up!" Du Yifei shouted, directly smashing the very clean and bright glass window in front of him that he had wiped when he was bored, and just like that, directly from the top of Fengyun Tower
Jumped down...
In the bamboo forest, Qin Feng stood up slowly. He didn't know how long he had slept, and he didn't know what happened during this period. He just felt a little sour in his heart and his eyes were a little moist.
"Did you have a bad dream?" At some point, the girl carrying a small bamboo basket came to Qin Feng, and gently wiped away a trace of tears for the young man with a close-fitting handkerchief.
Qin Feng did not speak, but nodded slightly as a reply. That dream was indeed a very bad dream for him. In the dream, he saw himself and Nangong Yun in his previous life, and saw Nangong Yun in his previous life.
Yun died on that rainy night in late autumn and saw the life of Master Liansheng...
But these were not the end of the dream, but just the beginning. Then he saw a sword light, and in the sword light he saw more forgotten and sealed fragments. He saw himself and Master Liansheng
He lived in Xiaoshan and became a disciple of Master Liansheng. He saw that Master Liansheng did not want to return to the world and turn into white ash after his death, so he forcibly passed on his cultivation to himself and turned into a pair of withered white bones.
..
Later, he saw more bones. Many saints did not hesitate to turn into bones and send him into a river at an unimaginable cost... He took the last hope and mission of the human race and wandered in that river.
After wandering for tens of thousands of years, he met the soul of the long-destroyed dragon clan that only existed in legends in the mysterious river that existed outside the world. He saw the dragon soul turn into rays of light and shine through it.
Entered his body...
Qin Feng thought about these vague fragments, and suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his head. He could no longer think clearly about what happened next. But he was clearly aware of a problem... Everything in the dream should not be a dream.
, but something that really happened.
Qin Feng didn't understand what that river was, or what the Dragon Clan had done to him. But he realized that he had forgotten many things in that river that seemed to have no source and no end. It might even be because of
He gained the power of the Dragon Clan and was affected by that powerful force, causing him to remember some things incorrectly...
"Is it because I met a dragon in that river that I have the ability to transform into a dragon in this life? So, what exactly is that river? What kind of existence is the time and space sacred stone? I exhausted everything in my previous life
Is it because of the river that the Divine Stone of Time and Space, which cannot be opened in this life, can be opened in this life?" Qin Feng frowned tightly, and all the things in his past and present life poured into the depths of his heart, pulling him
His thoughts were thrown into chaos.
At this moment, the pure elixir fire in Nangong Yun's hand gradually extinguished, and a faint sweet fragrance slowly spread out. It was like the fragrance of spring, the fragrance of flowers, the fragrance of osmanthus, which was actually the fragrance of osmanthus cake.