"You can do nothing, aren't you still me?" Gu Fenghua was even more puzzled.
"You? Thinking about the fact that I had been practicing hard for tens of thousands of years, but I could not understand the path of forgetting love. Now I realize that I was wrong from the beginning. Even if my true body is still alive, I want to comprehend this from scratch.
I don’t know how many years it takes to forget the way?
Although your cultivation has reached the peak of the ninth level of Transformation Saint, you cannot be promoted to the Taoist Saint in the realm of disaster. The life essence is ultimately limited, so how can you have enough time to comprehend this way of forgetting love?" Emperor Xuming said sadly.
"But I already have a way to break the disaster." Gu Fenghua then realized what he was regretting, looked at him strangely and said.
"What, you have realized the way to forget love?" Emperor Xuming Tianzhe exclaimed.
"Who said that I have to understand the way of forgetting love to break the realm of disaster? I have my own way." Gu Fenghua said.
"Own Tao?" Emperor Xuming's eyes were full of confusion - well, since Gu Fenghua saw him, his eyes were always so confusing.
Gu Fenghua did not explain, but raised his sword again.
The sound of the sword is clear, and the clear sword light cuts through the sky.
But this time, there was no blood-colored sword light contained in the Cangchen Holy Pattern, nor the graceful and mysterious figure of the Phoenix, nor the meteor fire rain that broke through the air and defied the sky.
This sword seemed so ordinary. But Gu Fenghua's expression was so calm and confident.
No more deliberately suppressing his mood, grandfather, eldest brother, second brother, third brother, fourth brother, Ye Yunji, Luo Enen, white fat man, Ye Wuse, ninth prince, Fang Tianyou, Xie Youran, Fang Muyun...
Zhang's familiar face appeared clearly in his mind.
In addition to these relatives and friends, there are also enemies: Changsun Luocang, Duan Qingyun, Tianji Shengjun, Baili Changsheng, Yuwen Zhenchen, Qin Nanxian...
She saw the kind smile of her grandfather again, the brothers were looking forward to her, the figures of Luo Enen and others blocking her face at the critical moment of life and death, and the warmth and love in Ye Yunji's eyes; of course, she also looked at it
When he arrived at Changsun Luocang's hideous and crazy sneer, he saw the coldness and murderous intent on Duan Qingyun's face, and the cold and ruthless eyes of the Saint of Heaven...
At this moment, Gu Fenghua seemed to travel through time and space to return to the past, and personally experienced the joys, sorrows, sorrows, joys, sorrows, and separations of the past.
Joy, anger, worry, thoughts, sorrow, fear, and shock all kinds of emotions surged into her heart like a tide, and she did not deliberately suppress and resolve it. Her mind was completely integrated into a sword, and these emotions were also integrated into a sword.
middle.
The invisible power once again came from all directions, as if to squeeze her into powder. This is the power of the Tao of Tribulation.
But this time, she did not take Ying Dao Dan again, but just firmly held the hilt of the sword and injected all the holy energy, all the divine thoughts, and all the mood into the sword.
Qingyun Sword let out a clear sound, sometimes like a roar of sorrow, sometimes like a cheerful chant, sometimes like a sad sob, sometimes like a confused murmur.
"Ka!" A crisp crack suddenly came from the sky.
Just like the legendary ancient god who opened the sky and broke through the chaos, the surrounding scenery disappeared quickly, the gloomy sky of the ancient Xuming Realm appeared in his eyes again, and the majestic figure of the Emperor's Peak also appeared in his eyes.
The realm of disaster has finally been broken!
After success, she really realized her own way and broke the disaster realm in one fell swoop!