The fine snow sword blade turned into a silver thunderbolt!

Flashes by.

The wind disaster that incarnated into countless hurricanes and flew through the cracks in the stone wall, screamed, the wide black robe forcibly stopped the momentum of the forward sweep, stepped on the ground with both feet, and shot out violently, but Ning Yi's sword was too fast, and it was instantly inserted into his heart, stabbing a "heart-piercing cool", this sword should have pierced the robe directly, like breaking nothingness.

Typhoon damage has no entity.

However, the sword aura of the sword wielder burst out.

The pupils of the wind disaster contracted suddenly, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his body was about to dissolve into thousands of hurricanes, but at this moment, he was tied by the power of "cause and effect", and there was no way to escape, no way to dodge.

Blood spurted thin.

Ning Yi pressed his chest with one hand, his face was cold, pushing his thin body to hit the "singularity", there was a buzzing sound of space distortion, the two of them crashed out one after the other, and instantly swept out of the place of the formation of Enlightenment Mountain, the sword blade of fine snow rotated and submerged, the tip of the sword smashed the chest and stabbed out from the back, bringing out a large pool of continuous blood, while Ning Yi grabbed the sword handle with one hand, and pressed the other hand into the chest of the wind disaster.

The picture of crashing out of the Enlightenment Mountain is as if it were frozen.

In the land of the formation, hundreds of five thunder spells were triggered by themselves, and countless slender thunderbolts turned into tornadoes between the stone cracks, wrapping Pei Lingsu layer by layer, and seeing through the golden thunder light, the woman sitting on the stone ground, like an ancient god, sat in the lotus stamens, raised her hand and dropped her fingers, and pieces of petals emerged, and the formation patterns splashed everywhere.

......

......

The hat was shaking.

This trembling seemed extremely "slow", and in the falling geese array, everything was compressed, as if time had been compressed, and Song Yiren could hear the sound of their bones squeezing.

A fallen dead leaf in front of me slowed down a hundred times in front of me, and the texture on the leaf was also "collapsing".

The rattan on the hat was dismantled, and a branch burst out.

The dojo of Wudao Mountain is still complete, countless fallen leaves are stacked on top of the circular qi wave barrier, constantly being shaken and broken by the divine soul and qi machine, and on the stone ring, Zen and Ritsuko are caught in a silent wrestling, the battle between the gods and souls is extremely dangerous, and the corners of the lips of the two are overflowing with blood.

It's hard to part.

"I have something to say...... "I want to say to you," the voice under the hat seemed trembling and steady, "I want to say to you." ”

The old man in a wheelchair, after hearing this, was silent at first.

Then a slight movement was made.

His hands fell, holding down the handles, rubbing his fingers, the drum wheel of the wheelchair made a "click" sound of rubbing against the ground, the old man slowly moved himself in a direction, he looked at the young man calmly, from this angle, he could see everything clearly-

Sometimes by looking at each other, you can understand what a person is trying to say.

But all his eyes were blocked by one thing.

The old man found that the hat made of flax was blocking the young man's face, and all he could see was the hat that was constantly crumbling in compression.

So he frowned, knocked his fingers slightly, and the hat was lifted with a hula, revealing the pale face of Song Yiren.

Gu Xing changed his comfortable posture and sat in a wheelchair, he tapped his fingers again, and his old cloudy eyes looked directly at Song Que's son, signaling that the young man could continue.

He held that position.

He was going to keep his eyes on the Song Yiren.

He wants to see...... At this moment, as Song Que's son, this young man can say something.

What can be changed by these words?

"When I was very young, Song Que told me a truth......

Song Yiren did not hide from the old man's gaze.

He struggled to speak.

"Of course, there are innate geniuses in this world, but there are also acquired mortal bodies, through hard work

, the character of the achievement avenue. ”

Gu Xing hummed calmly.

Yes.

That's true...... Not every one of the great cultivators who have left a name in history is gifted and invincible, and many of them do not show their edge before they open their minds.

The word "late bloomer" is real in this world.

The old man said slowly, "There are too few such people. ”

Song Yiren smiled, "It's really rare...... Compared with geniuses who want to reach the top, it is naturally more difficult for ordinary people to reach the top. But Song Que told me this sentence, not to encourage me to 'stupid birds fly first'. ”

The old man said lightly: "You are not a stupid bird, your qualifications are very high. ”

The smile on Song Yiren's face bloomed even more, and he didn't mean to be ashamed, but took this sentence frankly.

"Needless to say, I know that. ”

When he was a child, "Jinglian" practiced in Lingshan, and he quickly became famous for his extraordinary qualifications.

Everyone said that Song Que gave birth to a good son.

In the dojo of Wudao Mountain, the old man fell into a brief silence.

He looked at Song Yiren very incomprehensibly, and really didn't understand, how could Song Que give birth to such a "good son"?

In the current situation.

Did Jinglian just want to make small talk to herself, or hear this compliment?

"Of course I'm not here to say these ......" Song Yiren's eyes looked directly at the old man, and sometimes, while a person "reads" others, he will also fall into the situation of "being read", two people look at each other, and each wants to see through each other's minds, which means...... Song Yi people can't hide secrets, and the same is true for Gu Xing.

"What do you want to say?"

Gu Xing's voice was a little impatient.

"Mortals, through hard work, can defeat geniuses. Song Yiren smiled calmly: "Not to mention that a genius can defeat another genius through hard work...... Daoxuan's last failure made him trek for seven years and practice penance for seven years, so ...... Will Vazara definitely lose to the Dao Fetus in the Battle of the Divine Souls? Presumably, you know the answer better than I do to this question. ”

The old man held the ten fingers of the handle and subconsciously pinched the wood.

"You used the Falling Goose Array in advance. ”

Here's the answer. ”

Song Yiren's tone was no longer solemn, but gradually became relaxed, jumping, and even with a hint of mockery, "The ghost cultivators in the east are adopting the 'fire of willingness', and the battle of Zen law is temporarily advanced, so the mutation of Wudao Mountain is also advanced, and the monks and soldiers of Lingshan are gathering, this is the main battlefield of Buddhism, the turmoil is only temporary, as long as order is restored and there is a head-to-head confrontation, the ghost cultivators will be defeated." You don't have time. ”

There was a slight pause.

Sorting out your thoughts, the whole process is just a moment.

"Let me guess, the eastern realm wants to collect the 'wish fire' in order to accumulate the power of wishes...... What you call 'seeing the true Buddha' is the gift they promised you, these Buddha's wish fires have been transformed into evil black fire through the special tempering methods of ghost cultivation, and these wish powers have also been transformed, and they are no longer the belief in Lingshan. Song Yiren stared at the old man, "That pitch-black altar in the depths of the dense forest is the handiwork of the ghost cultivator......? When the time comes, something terrible will be released. This is the 'true Buddha' you want to see?"

Gu Xing looked at the young man.

"You want Shenxiu to win, because he's an indispensable part...... When the altar is opened, every link is important. Song Yiren muttered, "You can't stand up anymore, so he has to do something for you, but if he loses to Daoxuan, then all this can't end." ”

The old man was expressionless and said, "Keep guessing." ”

Song Yiren grinned and said, "Uncle Gu Xing, you are one now."

The situation is like this, it's a pity that I stand by your side, if you loosen the shackles on me, then I will directly take your life, you control the Falling Goose Formation, but you can't directly end the dispute of Zen law...... Otherwise, according to the plan, Shenxiu will kill Daoxuan, may the fire open the altar, and you have now seen the so-called true Buddha. ”

The old man was silent for a while.

"Because you don't dare to let go of the restrictions on me because you are afraid of death, in the end, you still spare your life. Song Yiren continued to mock: "If you believe in the so-called 'True Buddha', why don't you take a gamble, let go of the falling geese formation, and see if the 'True Buddha' can protect you for eternal life?"

Gu Xing said calmly: "If you just want to say this, then you have already lost...... Because I'm not angry, Shenxiu will win the game, and you'll die after that. ”

Song Yiren said calmly: "I am Song Que's son. ”

Gu Xing raised his head with a smile, "After the Battle of Tianhailou, the contradictions between the two worlds increased sharply, and all the Nirvanas of the Great Sui were summoned by the imperial order, and Dao Sect and Lingshan were no exception...... At this moment, Song Que is fighting in the north. ”

Cold sweat oozed from Song Yiren's forehead.

His afterglow caught a glimpse of the gap in the dojo that was blasted out by the Falling Goose Array, countless black flames originally showed the momentum of the sky, one after another black robes shuttled, those ghost cultivators used bottles and cans to converge the wish fire, at this moment, the fire clouds in the sky have converged eighty percent, and they are almost complete...... Those fire thieves in the eastern realm are about to succeed, and if nothing else, the next step is to go to the altar and summon the so-called "true Buddha".

And the dojo below him also heard a strange movement at this moment.

The two people who were in a stalemate seemed to tremble lightly at this moment, the porcelain was loose, the dust fell from their shoulders, and a large amount of blood suddenly gushed out of Ritsuko's forehead and nasal cavity...... And his face suddenly turned pale as paper, and the momentum of the whole person withered, and he opened his eyes, staring at Shenxiu with a gloomy look.

Zen Zangfeng's twenty-year-old Shenxiu, his face is also oozing blood, but when he opens his eyes, his eyes are clear.

His lips were as red as the rouge of a married woman.

And Daoxuan's robe is oozing bloodshot redder than rouge, dense, like a snake, and the whole person is still bowing like a rock, but his breath has dropped sharply...... The battle of the soul and the power of the will, the victory and defeat have been divided.

Gu Xing turned his back to the dojo.

But he already knew the ending, so at this moment, the corners of his lips turned up, his old face looked quite proud, and his palms gently wiped the sweat oozing from the handles...... The old man looked at Song Yiren and asked as if he was dying.

"Anything else you'd like to say?"

Song Yiren's eyes have always been clear.

He looked directly at his uncle, kept his voice steady, and repeated again: "I am Song Que's son. ”

Song Yiren asked nonsensibly.

"Do you believe in your fate?"

The old man, who was originally in the posture of ruling, was full of confusion at the moment.

Song Yiren sighed.

Those words that Song Que said to him.

It's not that I want to instill any ideas, what efforts can be taken to the next level, and what mortals can also climb to the top.

Song Que had always been a mortal before he became a Buddhist guest.

And he never tried.

"There are some things that are destined to be there, and there must be them. ”

Song Yiren looked at the old man and said sincerely: "I just want to tell Uncle Shi about success or failure...... Hard work is important, but luck is even more important. ”

In the distance, there was the sound of something shattering.

The palm of Gu Xing's hand, the talisman that had been close to the palm of the hand, suddenly bloomed like fireworks, and the fire of the talisman reflected half of the old man's stunned and confused cheeks.

At the bottom of the mountain range, the lotus-like petals cracked inch by inch, and the control of the entire falling goose array collapsed at this moment.

(In 2020, I wish you all peace and joy in the new year, and your wishes come true~)