The white desert is worthy of the name of desolation.

The four of them walked for a long time, and what came into view was white sand in addition to white sand.

The dead pale color continues to spread, and the bright sun is shining brightly, but it gives people an eerie sense of desolation. The dryness of the soul is often more unbearable than physical thirst. If Yu Yu is alone, I am afraid that he will be lonely and go crazy.

Just as the four of them were rounding a sand dune, they found that someone was already waiting for them.

To be precise, waiting for "10 million walking".

The Taoist stood in the white sand wearing an old Taoist robe and a cane.

The Taoist is not young, wrinkles can be clearly seen on his face, his eyebrows are lowered, and he looks bitter. He had a long black beard, and his hair was neatly combed. In any case, it is difficult to associate him with the word "wicked".

"Why is the Dao Leader blocking the way?" Qianzhou stepped forward, his fingers already clasped the fragment of his sleeve.

The Taoist raised his head and showed a clear face: "This is already a dangerous place, you should leave early." ”

"But the Taoist has blocked the way. ”

The Taoist moved his lips, wanting to say something but with an unspeakable expression. Finally, the Taoist stuck his cane into the sand, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Qianzhou.

"I know this is a bad act, and I hope that the little layman will forgive me. ”

Qianzhou frowned, already holding the fragment in his hand: "Dao Leader needs my forgiveness for any evil things he wants to do." ”

"Take the life of a little layman. ”

"What's so hard to say?"

"Without him, only Lil. ”

Qianzhou frowned: "Since you have done evil things, can the Dao Leader be ready?"

"The old way naturally knows - killing people, people will always kill them. Now that you are here, life or death does not matter. Lao Dao's expression was flat, and he slowly drew a sword from his cane.

Is this jurisprudence?

Qianzhou's expression became serious.

At the moment when the Taoist drew his sword, Qianzhou clearly felt a trace of fluctuation in the law. Although it was faint, it had indeed touched the threshold of the third order.

In other words, the Daoist in front of him was at least on the same level as the alienated No. 5. And he is sane and clear, unlike the Five, who only relies on animal nature and instinct to fight.

"You step back, the other party has already mastered the law. Qianzhou warned the three behind him.

The faces of the three of them changed, and they knew that it was difficult to intervene in a battle at this level, so they took the initiative to step back a little.

The Daoist did not take the opportunity to attack and waited quietly.

The silver flame ignited, and the fragment turned into a long sword that was held in Qianzhou's hand.

In other words, it seems that there is only one kind of jurisprudence that I have mastered now, right?

Qianzhou thought while mobilizing essentia.

It can't even be called mastery, but rather because the Dharma is so clear that I was branded just by looking at it.

Qianshu glanced at the wrist of his right hand, where there was a thin black thread that could not be erased no matter what—a souvenir left after Luntai used Faust's jurisprudence.

If Qianzhou is willing, with the help of Faust's jurisprudence, he can be promoted to the third-order "ladder" in a very short time.

But that is not his way after all, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the opposite.

Moreover, Faust's sentence "When you stare into the abyss, the abyss also stares at you" is still in my ears.

Qianzhou shook his head, removing the chaotic thoughts from his head.

Why can't I get rid of this problem of liking to think crankily when I get nervous?

"Is the little layman ready?" the Taoist still waited patiently, without the intention of attacking.

Qianzhou took a deep breath and put the fragment across his body: "Dao Chief, please!"

In response to Qianzhou, there was a bright sword light.

Bitter!

It seems that someone is lamenting in the ears of Qianzhou, lamenting the desolation and misery of this world, and lamenting the capriciousness of fate.

It's like listening to the rain all night alone in a broken house. The rain trickled down through the cracks in the thatch, dripping and dripping wet.

After a sleepless night, when the rain stopped, the outside of the house was desolate—the leaves had fallen and the branches were broken, and the ground was full of flowers. Looking at his reflection through the stagnant water - his temples are white, and he is alone.

"Now that you have come here, it is better not to return. ”

The bitter words echoed in Qianzhou's mind, like a cold wind blowing in a deep stream, extinguishing the high fighting spirit. The flow of essentia also became obscure, and Qianzhou's whole body seemed to lose strength, and the hand holding the fragment shook a little.

"Yokoyama. Qianzhou almost gritted his teeth and made a sound, barely breaking free from the miserable artistic conception.

The next moment, the furious essentia roared and gushed out, turning into a mountain and rising from the ground.

The fragment of the scroll held the sword light of the Daoist, and the two of them were deadlocked, and the splashing essentia rolled up the white sand all over the ground, turning into bursts of irritable smoke.

Within a few moments, Qianzhou could even see the sad thoughts in the eyes of the Taoist.

"The Taoist should smile more, he will be sad!"

The majestic mountains collapsed in an instant, and the rolling essentia turned into an endless stream of water that submerged the peaks.

In an instant, the vicissitudes of life.

The current of the sea!

Qianzhou forced the Daoist back with a sword, and the silver essence continued to flow out of his body, merging into this endless tide. The raging waves churned and plowed over the sand, splitting the dunes in two, leaving a deep cut in the sand.

The two sides of the notch are crystal clear, giving it a glassy texture.

Before the flying sand fell, Qianzhou's feet flipped to the ground, and while blasting shallow pits on the ground, his body rushed to the Taoist across a distance of several zhang.

The silver flame rolls up, and the long sword tears the wind.

The fragment suddenly slashed down in front of the Taoist with the resolute will of the thousand boats.

"The world is miserable, where can the poor road laugh out. The Taoist pressed his sword against the fragment, drew it to the side, and drew a circle to remove the strength.

Qianzhou's wrist flicked, and he exerted force from his shoulder, and the fragment suddenly emitted a bright light. Like a bright moon rising between the two.

"Dao Chief, we don't understand what you say to young people. ”

The Taoist avoided the bright moon and stepped back. The thin body is like a cold plum with withered petals, standing alone in the north wind and frost and snow.

The Taoist sighed lowly: "You and I are both bitter. ”

Qianzhou's heart was alarmed. It's as if someone has plucked the strings and played the otherwise calm law and reason.

The Taoist raised the worn-out sword in his hand, and his face still had that desolate and sad look.

But this time, Qianzhou saw clearly, the eyes of the Taoist were dead, and it was more of a resignation to self-defeat.

No, the other party didn't touch the threshold of the third order, but fell from the third order!

"My life is ridiculous, I don't accept my fate, and I change my destiny in vain. He has done good deeds, but he has also done evil deeds, and he has been miserable, and he has not died well. That's it, that's it, the transcendent should be like that. ”

The Taoist seems to be a memory, a warning, and a sword with the sorrow of this life.

This is the Dharma principle of falling from a high place and being born in the place of heart death!

"What are you kidding?" Qianzhou looked shocked.

Is the moon dark?

Not only that, the mountain peaks are toppled and the sea is exhausted.

Qianzhou's sword momentum shattered like a withering in front of the Daoist's ordinary sword.

Only this bitter and lonely sword light slowly moved forward.

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear.