"Everyone in the world knows that the nine masters are good at using swords, but the adults are geniuses, invincible, and unfathomable, and in the years before their deaths, they realized the incomparable sword technique. ”

The old turtle looked at the mountains in the distance and said solemnly: "Adults are proud of their talents, and it is difficult to intersect with the laity, so they practice swords in the mountains every day." Always in one place, it is inevitable to be lonely, so I believe in the mountains by the reins, for a long time, the rules of this heaven and earth are affected by the sword technique of adults, and gradually form this knife cloud. ”

"Do you mean that this thousand-mile-long dragon is the accidental work of Gusu Bajiu?" Tong Mu looked at the abnormal movement on the distant mountain in surprise, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Well, it was indeed done by accident, but the adult was arrogant and perverse, and in the end he was punished by the supreme heaven, and he died suddenly, that is, he did not leave a decent sword score, nor did he have a genius or two to inherit the mantle. Besides, the adults envy the Six Realms, and it is estimated that he does not bother to accept a disciple casually, so there are only rumors in the cultivation world that he is not dead, but they do not believe that he has no mantle to pass on. ”

The old turtle walked forward slowly, still patiently telling various stories about Gusu Bajiu, "Although there is no inheritance, the last year of the adult's sword practice, has reached the realm of transformation, broken through the confinement of the sword spell, and reached the level of the law. As soon as his mind moved, the mountain of knives rolled over for thousands of miles, and here was the place where he practiced knives, and the law of knives refused to disperse for a long time, as if he was waiting for someone who was destined. ”

Tong Mu listened to the heart of the fascination, sacrificed the unicorn coffin, jumped up, to meet the knife cloud pouring down like a waterfall in front of him, suddenly the water rushed to the sky, the knife intent is the most intense cliff, a huge stone tablet on the text shines proudly.

"Let me be thousands of miles of fairy light, I will wander freely, the sky frame in my hands is domineering, and the white bones are flying like mountains!"

Twenty-four big words are shocking!

What is even more earth-shattering and weeping is the huge mountain above the pole eye.

The two big characters of 'Daoye' split the mountain, and they are supernatural and supernatural!

Tong Mu couldn't help but be curious: "Why is the knife in the wild?" Could it be that this Gu Su Bajiu has a strange habit and likes to sleep in the field with a knife?"

Climbing the cliff, this place is full of life, the grass and trees are high by one person, and there is not even a place to stay, I think it must be the result of many years and no one to take care of it.

The giant tortoise landed beside him lumbersomely, and smiled:

"I like this place in my life. He always said that the underground is bitter cold, the ghost clan is vicious, and if he doesn't agree with him, he will bury something, he will not bury it, he will be vibrant, he will be full of flowers!"

It turned out that this 'knife field' was a mountain where Gusu Bajiu deliberately picked the grass and trees in order to show his maverick.

In the early years, the ghost clan was cut off from life and lifeless. Under the vigorous promotion of Gusu Bajiu, there was the prosperity that Tong Mu and Chai Lao had seen before. And the sword field under their feet is the original place where the ghost clan lives now.

"What a noble identity of an adult, even if he has been gone for so long, this place is still growing freely and warmly as he hopes!"

"My lord, my ghost burial in the eight cities is now like a pavilion, this prosperous world, as you wish!"

Although Tong Mu was a little moved, he was more curious about this peerless ghost male in his heart. This person is too unbelievable, and he does things differently from ordinary people, maybe this world is the inheritance he left to everyone.

As soon as his mind moved, he jumped up for life, and uprooted a new sapling on the top, and there was a small cave on the bare stone wall.

"What are you doing!" the old turtle asked curiously, looking at Kirimu.

"This is the inheritance of the predecessors of Bajiu!" Tong Mu said with a smile.

"What, I didn't understand, you said that this little cave is the inheritance of adults?" the old turtle looked at Tong Mu in surprise.

"This mountain is the inheritance of Bajiu!" Tong Mu pointed to the young shoots in front of him firmly and added:

"This mountain is full of vitality, but there are no mineral veins around, it must be the law of Bajiu's predecessors who has been beaten into the mountain, this is the deep meaning of his old man!"

The old turtle was speechless, he really didn't understand what the other party was saying, but seeing the other party's confident appearance, it was not good to ask too much, after all, the other party was the leader of the ghost clan selected by him for the master, and the ghost clan had a strict hierarchy, and it didn't want to question the leader's judgment just after a few days of getting along.

"Little Tintin, go and cut down all the trees on this mountain!" Kirimu ordered.

"Ah......" The giant tortoise didn't believe his ears, what? Cut down all the trees? This is the relic of the Lord Bajiu.

"I'm not the future leader of the ghost clan, listen to my orders, cut down these trees!"

After Tong Mu finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to the turtle, and after a long time, he uprooted the trees on the stone wall one by one, and the soft mud burst out.

A month later, the tired and paralyzed Tong Mu lay on the loveless giant turtle shell, looked at the bare mountain in front of him, patted the turtle shell with satisfaction, and nodded: "Yes, yes, this is what it is!"

Tong Mu smiled in his eyes, rode on a huge coffin, and kept putting his hand into the small hole that pulled out the tree, and there were tens of thousands of such caves in the entire mountain.

His eyes were surprised and happy, and he quickly wandered among the mountains, and the old turtle with a dead face was panting heavily, occasionally rolling his eyes to look at Tong Mu, and observing that this ancestor had not done anything out of the ordinary, so he stopped moving.

After all, for a tortoise, it is too difficult for it to fly around and pull out trees, according to its habits, life lies in stillness, and it is best not to move for a thousand years, if not, then five hundred years......

Woohoo! The sword is asleep, shaking thousands of mountains with a movement, and trying to break the sky!

Sunset.

Tong Mu is under the remnant sun, the mountains in front are long, the old turtle is crawling behind, and between heaven and earth, it seems that they are moving for him.

The white clouds are still there, the clouds are moving in all directions, and even the sunset seems to be more desolate and uninhibited because of his presence.

The same is true of his state of mind at the moment!

The hands bloomed gently in the air, the clouds rose above the bald mountain, flowing slowly, the blood-red clouds, dyed the placket of the young man's clothes!

In the twilight of rushing, the fishy fragrance was diffused, and the blood lotus was in full bloom in all directions. Lonely, lonely, bright moon, the end of the world, the young man is as black as ink, and the majestic death is blessed in it.

The young man's dark eyes seem to represent heaviness and death, but death is the fate of the Gusu inheritance!

He moved!

He raised his hand, very slowly, but it was moving, at this moment, death is not the opposite of life, but a part of life, and at the end of everything, death and life will be reunited.

Legend has it that there is a holy place for the ghost clan, such as the emptiness of Taoism, the nirvana of Buddha, the heaven of the East, and the mean of Confucianism.

They come from the silence, return to the silence, and the silence is death itself, here the grass is everywhere, here is reckless, if you catch the ghost all the time and ask, where is it, they will be full of yearning and say:

"There is no place to die!" 1800 literature

At this moment, Tong Mu has entered the place where there is no place to die!

It's like the ancient Buddha Nirvana, and the Qingniu Daoist escaped into the void!

At this moment, there is only death in his eyes, he is death itself!

The sword cloud surged down from the nine heavens, black! black as ink, and the image of death itself collided with the image of death, shaking the heavens and the earth!

Knife, remnant sun, black cloud, blood rebirth!

The knife is a pitch black knife!

The remnant sun is the shattered sun!

Black clouds are deceased black clouds!

Rebirth! But it is truly reborn!

The black clouds are smiling and listening to the wind, death and life are just whispers, Lethe is lost, and the pendulum will eventually return!

However, the pendulum can move again and again, but it has never been able to free itself from the confinement of left and right.

If the years are affectionate, then the sky can be learned, what cannot be erased is the fetters of the cycle, what cannot be untied is the front edge of the six reincarnations, and what is cut is the eternal passing days.

He found that the end of reincarnation was still to say goodbye to the splendid Wutong Continent.

At that time, he will become a part of this heaven and earth, one with all things, both dead and alive.

"It's hard to do it, this is the fate of all things!" Kirimu whispered.

"It's hard to do it, this is the method I'm pursuing!" Kirimu murmured.

"No! What is the use of cultivation, you can't live forever, what's the use of destroying me, you can't die forever!"

"This heaven and earth, all these creations, are all vain, but Er'er!"

"If the heavens are like this, I will let it collapse with a bang, if the Buddha is like this, I have stepped on this Buddha all over the place, and I am not born in the destiny, and no one can deceive me! Everything is relative, and the sky is the same!"

Thanos Heavenly Absolute Knife First Style, Heaven Destroyer, Open!

The sky is filled with black clouds, and the old voice echoes for a long time,

"Destroy the sky, Thanos sky, if the sky has a grudge, why should it be buried?"

Tong Mu was speechless, he seemed to be a little drunk.

He had already sat down, sat next to the snow lotus, sat on the side of the turtle, and sat in front of the bald mountain.

Grape wine luminous glass, want to talk nine songs heavenly urging,

Drunk old dreamer Mo smiled, can the past really be wiped off?

Drunk people, people are even more intoxicated!

He was drunk and fell down the side of the bald mountain, smiling and red.

His people are still young, but their hearts have gone through vicissitudes.

"Old turtle, raise a glass to see off Bashan Jiulang!" he drank heartily, and it was already the third watch.

"Tong Mu Gong sends Gu Su Bajiu!"

"Little Ding Ding Gong send the adult!"

He smiled stupidly, looked at the bald mountain, and suddenly said softly: "Ten years, when the flowers are all over the ground, the grass is delicious, and the flowers are colorful, the ghost clan will see the light of day again!"

"The world is so big, can you go?" the old voice rolled in the sky, and the momentum was huge.

"Except for my backyard!" Kirimu smiled.

"No!" said the old man's voice firmly.

A majestic force slanted down from the Nine Heavens, like a huge fierce bird, enough to tear everything on the earth.

At the moment when he was about to make contact with Tong Mu, he stopped lightly, stretched out a hand, and lightly tapped his forehead, and then broke into his body, and the clouds were light and the wind was light!

Countless spiritual realizations poured into his mind!

Suddenly, Tong Mu slashed out with a knife, the afterglow of the sky-destroying frame was there, the rainbow was fiercely electric again, the mountains shook, and the blood lotus flew.

A gust of wind blew, the blade was blood-red, and the smell of strong wine came to the face, refusing to disperse for a long time.

There seemed to be a fire between heaven and earth, and the clouds fell like pearls.

Wind, wind!

The rain is up, the rain is shower!

Tong Mu holds a knife in his right hand, and he is in his left hand, and he slashes it out with one sword!

"Thanos Heavenly Absolute Knife Second Style, Bashan Sacrifice Wine!"