At the same time, Xu Xiaosan had already arrived, she was worried that Tang Bai would be victimized, so she endured the injuries in her body, sacrificed the red silk, and scorched the hot fire, like a fire dragon, and struck straight towards the feminine man.

The feminine man didn't dare to be careless at the moment, his body retreated again and again, the soul flag in his hand shook, and a thick black mist poured out from the soul flag, and suddenly there were bursts of sad ghost crying around, and the air became cold and gloomy, and then a giant shadow with a three-zhang height, wearing pitch-black armor, and holding a mace in his hand, walked out of the black fog, looking at the flying red silk, the hideous grimace was twisted for a while, and a pair of fiery red eyes suddenly opened, and then 'roared', the mace in his hand waved, met the red silk, and collided together.

'Boom' exploded, the air waves were like waves, the dust was flying around, and the vigorous force shook Tang Bai on the battlefield back again and again, and his blood surged.

And Xu Xiaosan's injury was already serious, this blow was a strong gathering of vitality, after a blow, the breath in the body was unstable, and then I felt a huge thrust towards him, I wanted to dodge, but the whole body had no strength;

"Senior Sister Xu"

Tang Bai couldn't help but shout when he saw Xu Xiaosan being knocked away, and then his eyes were blood-red, and he brandished a kitchen knife like crazy, and rushed towards the feminine man. But before he could get close, a slap suddenly appeared in front of him, with a 'snap', pumping him in the face, fast and heavy, and the huge force made him like a windmill, his body involuntarily hit a few circles in the air, and then fell to the ground like a dead dog.

There is a huge difference in the strength of the two, a sheep is a sheep, no matter how fierce and desperate it is, it is not the opponent of the wolf.

The feminine man laughed, recited the incantation, and collected the soul flag, at this time, it was like a cat playing with a mouse, a slap on the left, a slap on the right, no matter how Tang Bai dodged and struggled, he couldn't avoid the slender palm, his face was smashed, and the bloody appearance looked very terrifying.

Tang Bai was like the roar of a beast, stimulated by blood, the qi and blood in his body became more and more vigorous, and the word 'blood' on the lotus seed became brighter and brighter, as if it was rapidly decomposing, turning into a rich blood mist, constantly integrating into Tang Bai's blood, his blood was like a rushing river, quickly flowing in his blood.

His skin turned blood-red, as if bathed in blood, and the rich bloody aura spread out in all directions, forming patches of faint red mist around him.

His breathing grew heavier and heavier, like a bellows striking iron, and he felt a breath in his chest, like a balloon, getting bigger and bigger, and his whole body felt like it was about to explode.

The evil thoughts in his mind were nourished by the blood qi, and he was stimulated to grow rapidly, his eyes were blood-red, his mouth was constantly roaring, and there was only a bloodthirsty desire and fierce killing intent in his heart.

He bit the tip of his tongue heavily, and the pain in his heart regained a trace of clarity in his mind, and he took a deep breath to calm his mind, and then waved the kitchen knife in his hand, but his knife was slow and without any moves, like a young child holding a heavy sledgehammer, like a clumsy chaiman, swinging the wood knife, like a madman, free to make mistakes, and it seemed ridiculous.

This sword is no longer the sword move of 'Dao dividing yin and yang', but the martial art he himself has understood, the realm.

The boundary formed by life and destruction.

In his mind, countless sword moves flashed, some of them were swordsmanship learned in the world, and some were swordsmanship seen on the sword wall of Dayan Cave, there were 'twelve styles of swords,' there was 'flowing water swordsmanship', and there was 'Dao division of yin and yang'...

He couldn't help but think of the verse in the 'Heavenly Machine Sword Technique', and he seemed to see a wide and boundless avenue from this verse.

Countless swordsmanship are constantly integrated into the 'realm' that he once perceived.

'Life' is not focused on form, not on force, it is a kind of artistic conception, as Buddhism said: "Look at the mountain is a mountain, see the mountain is not a mountain, look at the mountain is still a mountain." "It is the Tao, it is the law, it is the trajectory of the reincarnation of all things in heaven and earth, it is the sword method, it is also the sword method, and destruction is the form, it is the power, it is the despair, it is the destruction until it is destroyed, it is the will of the true demon.

A circle appeared on his swordsmanship, a circle formed from the beginning of life to destruction, containing the sword intent that he had practiced 'making something out of nothing', which was in line with the avenue in the 'Heavenly Machine Swordsmanship'.

The feminine man was still sneering at first, but slowly, a look of horror fell on his face, and he felt a powerful sword intent suddenly envelop him, and this sword intent began to have no killing intent, but like the spring wind, with a vigorous vitality, like a sprouting green grass, with a thriving spirit, he seemed to see a majestic mountain collapse, pouring down on him, wanting to bury him, and he seemed to be trapped in the boundless sea, mercilessly swallowed by the waves, and then he saw the sword light, like the morning sun, slowly rising from the sky, emitting endless light。

The other party was obviously holding a knife, but what he saw was an endless array of swords.

He seemed to hear people shouting 'the twelve styles of the sword', shouting 'flowing water swordsmanship', shouting 'life', shouting 'destruction', shouting 'creating something out of nothing', shouting...

The knife in Tang Bai's hand was very slow, and it kept approaching the neck of the feminine man.

The feminine man could feel the coolness in his neck, he could feel his skin being cut, he felt his throat being cut, he felt that it was very difficult to breathe, he felt that life was like a meteor in the sky, it was about to fall, he was terrified, but he couldn't resist anything, his soul seemed to surrender to Tang Bai's supreme sword technique.

Tang Bai felt the artistic conception very early, but the artistic conception was too ethereal, like the moon in the water, the flower in the mirror, traceless and unpredictable, but at this moment he grasped the feeling, like grasping the long river of time, and the whole thought was immersed in it, as if he had entered a sea of swords, the endless reincarnation of life.

At this time, his temperament has undergone a huge change, the whole person looks like a fairy like a god, like a real and a virtual person; the red light in his eyes has all disappeared, and it has become clearer and more clear than before; he stared at the pitch-black kitchen knife in his hand, his expression was very focused, but in his pupils, what appeared was a snow-white long sword, this long sword seemed to be the master of all things in the world.

He suddenly understood that as long as he had invincible sword intent in his heart, even if he was holding a dry grass in his hand, it was the sharpest weapon in the world. Just now, he felt that what he held in his hand was a wind with the breath of life, swaying a majestic mountain, running as perfectly as flowing water, even when cutting off the head, the blood sprayed was as beautiful as a plum blossom.

What is death? Death is only a part of life.

Tang Bai's heart was full of pleasure, the indescribable comfort of his whole body, and even the rich smell of blood was also full of temptation like a delicacy, which aroused his appetite, however, a burst of shouts suddenly sounded in his ears, like countless thunderbolts flashing in his mind, waking him up from the invincible sword intent, waking him up from bloodthirsty desire, he found himself holding a headless corpse, his mouth was close to the bowl of big wounds, as if he wanted to suck the blood that kept coming out.

He hurriedly threw away the corpse, the whole person was like a fool, there was no thought in his mind, but his stomach kept churning, like a storm rolling up the waves, stirring the world upside down, he lay on the ground and kept vomiting, as if he was going to vomit out the five hidden organs, and suddenly felt a pain in his neck, his mind suddenly scattered, and the person was also unconscious.

When Tang Bai woke up, he found himself lying on a bed that was not yet familiar, his neck was sore and painful, and then he remembered the scene when he passed out, and felt that he had a disgusting nightmare.

He suddenly felt fear, his perception of swordsmanship, turned out to be the temptation of the devil, if one day he can't control his evil thoughts, will he suck human blood like a beast, thinking of this, his heart trembled, and his whole body actually had a layer of goosebumps, he didn't dare to think about it, and he didn't get up immediately, but looked at the beams and pillars of the roof a little blankly, and there were layers of tiles stacked on top of each other, quietly in a daze.

'Squeak', the door was opened, and the sunlight outside shone in through the doorway, forming a diamond-shaped light map, and it was very long, and in the light, you could see countless dust and bacteria constantly flying, teeth and claws, unscrupulous, looking at it, and seeing a figure flashing, a young man walked in from the sunlight.

This young man was about twenty years old, somewhat thin, with a slender figure and delicate features, but it was strange to mention, because he had no hair and nine rings on top of his head, and he looked like a monk, but he was dressed in a gray yin-yang robe, and he held a snow-white whisk in his hand, giving people a sense of tranquility like a valley.

In an instant, Tang Bai understood who the person was coming, this non-monk appearance must be the master mentioned in Bai Xiaoming's mouth.

"Little friend, you're awake!"

This voice is a little hoarse, not as energetic and enthusiastic as a young person should be, but like an old man, giving people a deep and stable feeling.

Tang Bai sat up from the bed, shook his head, moved his neck, and then looked at the other party with some vigilance, and asked, "Who are you?"

The eccentric young man smiled, then sat down at the table in the room, poured himself a cup of tea, and then said slowly: "You can call me Immeasurable Dao Chief, you can also call me a space monk, and you can also call me by my real name, Qin Youdao." ”

For some reason, Tang Bai looked at the other party's faint, light and confident smile, and felt a little uncomfortable and curious in his heart for no reason, and couldn't help asking, "What does the immeasurable Dao chief mean?"

The young man shook the dust whisk in his hand, and then said: "The Taoist has a saying: 'One yuan and twelve associations, one meeting for 1,800 years, fate is like a net, intertwined, cause and effect are derived, all things have immeasurable eons, if you can't jump out of heaven and earth, all are in immeasurable eons', and the path of cultivation is just a calamity, so the number of the Tao is immeasurable. ”

Tang Bai was noncommittal, and chuckled: "Then what is space?"

The other party put his hands together and said: "The Buddha said, 'The four are empty, not stained with red dust, so the six roots are quiet', and also said, 'The heart has nothing, so it is big and boundless'; ”

Tang Bai smiled and said, "Then I still call you Qin Youdao!"

Qin Youdao said: "There is a way in the sky, so there are three thousand avenues, many wonderful laws; there is a way in the earth, the road is at the foot, leading to all directions; people have a way, take diligence as the path, open the door of wisdom; Xiaoyou does not choose the avenue of heaven and earth, but is actually a person in temperament." ”