There are two pairs of footprints on the snow, one facing south and the other pointing north,-for-tat.

Between the two pairs of footprints sat a monk, the cold wind was so strong that a thin layer of ice had formed on his face.

The heat in his body had gradually been invaded by the cold wind, and if he continued to stay in such an environment, it would not take any enemy to attack him, and the cold temperature would be enough to kill him.

The monk knew this, but he had no intention of leaving.

Leaving and running away will not solve the problem, he has only been a deserter once in his life, and since then, he regrets it to this day.

……

'Paradise Realm', Level 1.

The battle between Mo Xie and Lin Ming did not end either under the first sword or in the first eye as they each expected, and after a long time apart, either of them either strengthened their weak areas or avoided their own shortcomings in other ways.

Lin Ming strengthened his physique and strength, and his Blood Ancestor Body was no less powerful than the Qilin Demon Body.

Mo Xie didn't strengthen his spirit much, but he prepared a unique gladiatorial arena for himself: a pair of huge Buddha palms, one palm in the sky and the other palm on the ground, decorating the space on the first floor of the 'Heavenly Realm' with a solemn appearance. Thanks to the strong Amway of the bald heads in the Journey to the West world, the magic of the Divine Palm (Divine Power Version) suppresses all the strange, technical, obscene and ingenious functions except for the physical power, so that he does not have to worry about the illusion of Lin Ming.

The two have been fighting in the center of the Buddha's palm for three days and three nights, as if someone hung a clock in the sky to let the two accurately read the time, 72 hours, no more than one minute, no less, as soon as the hour arrived, the two stopped with a tacit understanding.

Lin Ming's body was drenched in blood, and he no longer had the elegance of the true ancestor of the blood clan.

But he was still able to stand on his legs.

Mo Xie had already broken a leg, his left calf was bent in a strange posture, his body was drenched with the same blood, and the Huolin Sword in his hand was even blackened by blood.

"It's a really sleepy pleasure to have two people with great skills and many tricks to fight in hand-to-hand combat with no beauty to speak of. Lin Min sneered, a bloody sneer, and he wiped his face with his cloak.

Mo Ye's weapon is a sword, and Lin Ming's weapon is his cloak, and it is already an extraordinary soldier who has absorbed the blood of countless living beings.

Extraordinary enough to faintly suppress the Huolin Sword that had been rerefined in Mo Ye's hands.

After three days of fighting, Mo Xie became more and more defeated, and the venue that he had carefully spent a lot of money to arrange seemed to have no bonus for him at all.

"Isn't it too cheap if you don't rely on hand-to-hand combat and don't play white-knuckle combat?" Mo Xie spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and he half-knelt on the ground, vigorously connecting the broken leg bone of his left leg.

"yes, that's too cheap for me. Lin Ming didn't deny it, he shook his cloak and shoulders and tied the former into a stick and danced the latter into an afterimage, he was born with a lack of emotion, and with the body of the blood clan, he was able to produce a sonic boom when all abilities were limited, and it was precisely because of this that Mo Xie did not fiddle with the pile of guns and weapons in his bracelet in front of Lin Ming.

"Come on, it's time for the final blow, and after this blow there will only be one person left, and that man ...... "blood-colored stick, like fire."

"It won't be you!" the blood-colored sword was also like fire.

"Poof!"

The collision of fire and fire produced only two sounds, as if the red iron bar was pressed into the ice.

The sword in Mo Xie's hand pierced Lin Ming's chest, and the stick in Lin Ming's hand also pierced Mo Xie's heart.

In the final blow, both of them tacitly chose to exchange their lives for their lives.

"Plop!"

Falling into a pool of blood, the two people with their feet facing each other are like black and white pisces in the yin-yang picture.

One side gradually dimmed, the other gradually brightened.

"Lord Mo Xie!"

Before starting this battle, Mo Xie refused all spectators, and the first layer of the 'Heavenly Realm' was even blocked by his use of authority, but the moment his heart was pierced, Kira in the second layer of the 'Heavenly Realm' still felt strong heart palpitations.

……

Light, dark.

Variegated light weaves into a chaotic darkness.

The universe was born from an explosion, which is the source of the particles that make up everything in the world.

Tracing back to the roots, even two stones tens of thousands of light years apart can be relatives and brothers.

The sea of stars is like this, and the sea of people is even more so, similar, similar, appearance, fate.

"Let me tell you a story, the story of 'that man'. "Heaven and earth are spinning, as if you are in the drum of a washing machine with the spin drying mode turned on, and the powerful centrifugal force seems to squeeze out everything in this body.

In a dizziness, Mo Ye heard this voice.

"It looks like I shouldn't have set up a flag...... Mo Xie recognized it as Lin Ming's voice, he was surprised by the gentleness of the voice, but he quickly felt that this was actually reasonable.

There is always a gap between him and Lin Ming, no matter what means, what kind of time, place and people make up for it, this distance will not be erased.

The "Holy Spirit Sword Technique" is something that both of them will know, and without the support of internal strength, it is Mo Ye who suffers more purely from the sword technique.

His last sword did not penetrate Lin Ming's vital point, and Lin Ming was on the body of the blood clan, even if he pierced the vital point, he might not be able to take his life, which Mo Xie had already understood in the three days of hard fighting.

There was a man who sat up from the ground, and that man was not Mo Ye.

Mo Xie couldn't speak, he couldn't even turn his head.

If a car's engine breaks, no matter what you do in the cab, you can't make it move even a meter.

So Mo Ye could only listen.

"There are three ways to achieve sanctification in the world: merit, enlightenment, and detriment. Under it, they are divided into various specific means, such as establishing a religion, opening a sect, doing good deeds, accumulating and killing...... "Lin Ming Dao", "There is no threshold for preaching, even the very lowly things, the extremely weak can also carry several of the seventy-two avenues and the three thousand paths, which is the door of cultivation given by God." The essence of cultivation is enlightenment, enlightenment, seeking enlightenment, and enlightenment. ”

Mo Xie didn't know why Lin Ming was talking about this, and he couldn't quite understand what Lin Ming wanted to say, he only felt that his limbs and bones gradually began to get cold and hardened.

Death had pressed his lips to Mo Ye's neck, and that moment was coming.

"The sanctification of merit is the most annoying, the enlightenment of sanctification is the most difficult, and the sanctification of the path is the most dangerous. And no pain, no gain, no risk, no benefit. Doing a hundred good deeds can be holy, enlightening one can be holy, beheading three corpses can be holy, and doing ten thousand good deeds can also be holy, enlightening a thousand ways can also be holy, and beheading a hundred corpses can also be holy. After Lin Ming finished saying this, he began to gasp, like a broken bellows.

"I am the evil corpse you slain, and today I will slay you. After breathing, when he spoke again, he was full of murderous intent.