Sanskrit sound surrounds, washing the soul like shrouded in Taitu Peak.

This moment.

Both the player and the aborigines are immersed in the Sanskrit prayer of the Holy Son and the Holy Child, and their hearts are chasing the mysterious trajectory in the void, and the slightest sense of understanding is constantly emerging.

"This ......"

Xiaoyao felt that the anger in his heart continued to dissipate, and the faint joy of comprehending the moon shadow's move also calmed down.

He looked up into the depths of the clouds.

Vaguely, he seemed to see two familiar, gentle, smiling faces.

Sanskrit surrounding.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Xiaoyao's mouth, and his body swept over the mist-filled mountain road, quickly sweeping towards the location of the Holy Son and the Holy Child, and along the way, many players stood with peaceful expressions and closed their eyes quietly. Deeper, he saw a lot of aboriginal guards, all of whom were also looking up at the sky with a calm expression.

None of the Aborigines stood in the way.

Perhaps they had received instructions from the Holy Son and the Holy Child, and the journey was unimpeded.

"You're here."

The Sanskrit sound subsided, and the Holy Son and Holy Child pointed to the position next to him, signaling for him to step forward.

It was a mountain peak, and they stood on the edge of the peak, and through their vision, they could see the mountains hidden in the endless clouds and mist, filled with a reckless atmosphere.

Walk forward.

He had a hunch that they had called him to come, which might have something to do with his previous battle with Oni Xing and the others.

After all.

That strong evil aura is impossible to hide at all.

"Escape."

"How do you think you're a real powerhouse?"

Stunned.

He looked at the Holy Son and Holy Child suspiciously, and really didn't expect that the other party didn't ask him about the supreme evil energy, but asked himself about his opinion of the strong.

He pondered slightly.

My heart swept over all the things I had seen and experienced since I entered the Great Fantasy.

players.

Maybe he's a strong man now. Among the aborigines, he has seen a lot, such as the old man who guards the tomb, the master of Zizhu, the Holy Son and the Holy Child, the strong people of the various sects, and so on. But if he really wanted to say a definition of a strong man, he suddenly felt confused in his heart.

"The strong?"

The Holy Son and Holy Child turned his head and smiled gently: "In fact, in the eyes of our aborigines, you players are just newcomers who have just stepped into the rivers and lakes, and you enjoy the honor that our aborigines can't enjoy, but I find that few of you can recognize yourself, including you!" ”

"A strong person is not simply strong to be called a strong person. In other words, such a person can only be called a powerful person, not a master. ”

The Holy Son and the Holy Child looked down at the mountains, and his voice seemed a little ethereal.

Xiaoyao's expression shook slightly.

"Son and Child, please!"

Xiaoyao bowed sincerely, and his heart was eager to know.

The Holy Son and Holy Infant smiled slightly, waved his hand and said softly: "A strong person who can truly lead to the most powerful path, in fact, whether it is cultivating the Most Evil Dao or the Most Holy Dao, they can recognize themselves and walk out of their own path within the thousands of cultivation avenues. Each master has his own characteristics, and he is not simply learning the martial arts of others. ”

"No matter how strong the martial arts are."

"That's just what the strong people of the past have realized, not what you have."

……

Xiaoyao's whole body was shaken.

A word by word, like a thunderbolt exploding in the brain.

"No matter how strong the martial arts are."

"It's just what people in the past have realized, and if you want to truly become a master, the ultimate path is to go to your own unique cultivation path."

……

If it was before comprehending the purple gold thunder eyes, Xiaoyao might have been extremely confused about this, but when he used the power of thunder punishment to comprehend the heaven-level low-level purple gold thunder eyes with his own ability, he faintly felt this.

Maybe.

Players don't have to rely on the Great Fantasy Inner System Martial Arts to cultivate.

What's best for you?

No!

No matter what kind of martial arts it is, there is absolutely no one that is absolutely suitable for you! If you want to be 100% suitable for yourself, you only have the exclusive martial arts that you have realized and comprehended!

The eyes of the carefree eyes sparkled.

Listening to the words of the Holy Son and the Holy Child, he had a more perfect explanation for his previous doubts.

……

Escape.

The Holy Son and the Holy Child, who were observing him, immediately smiled with satisfaction.

They understand.

Regardless of whether Xiaoyao can understand what they are saying now, but at least, this idea has begun to sprout in his heart, and this wisp of thought will surely grow into a towering giant tree in the future.

"I guess it's a reward for his words." At their level, they will definitely not owe favors easily, and this time the liberation is the official repayment of the Holy Son and Holy Infant for what they said to them in the past. Since then, there has been no affection between the two sides.

"Getaway"

"I think you've already comprehended a wisp, and I'll give you one last word!"

The Son and the Child stepped forward.

Xiaoyao's body was shocked, he woke up, and bowed respectfully: "Please speak!" ”

"Hmm"

"You have to be clear, what are you suitable for? What do you want? What do you like! ”

"If you get it."

"Then I think you should know what kind of path you will choose to take, a path that belongs only to you, and all creatures in the world cannot be the same, your own path!"

The gentle voice, at this moment, seemed incomparably ethereal, and in the midst of the vibration of the carefree expression, the figure of the Holy Son and the Holy Child slowly disappeared on this mountain peak.

Hurricanes keep blowing.

Standing quietly on the top of the mountain like dead wood.

His mind kept echoing every word of the words of the Holy Son and the Holy Child, and he fell into deep thought: "What is suitable? What do you want? Like what? ”

He had a feeling that if he could understand these three questions, he would be exposed to a new world.

Zheng~

With a light sound, the Blood Rainbow Sword appeared in his hand.

His gaze fell on the sword.

Xiaoyao's mind kept recalling the various exercises he had practiced.

Rampage.

Tianyang finger.

Evil Moon Sword Spectrum

Xuan Ye sword intent

Draw the sword

……

He suddenly understood.

Originally.

What he really likes is swordsmanship, holding the sword, his heart seems to be able to pin on the sword, and all the burdens in his heart are calmed with the sound of the sword.

But whether it is the Evil Moon Sword Spectrum or the Sword Drawing Style, he is just a newcomer to fur.

There was so much he didn't understand.

Whenever he calmed down, he could feel the vast sword intent from the two, and perhaps it was because of that sword intent that he could condense his spirit and merge with the sword in battle, without having to think about everything else and like the sword. In kendo, all he has to do is think of himself as a sword, not as a person.

"Kendo."

A smile tugged at the corner of Xiaoyao's mouth.

He felt that he had already made up his mind. What he wants to chase is the supreme way of the sword.

But soon.

His expression groaned again.

Although he had already decided in his heart that he would take kendo as his cultivation direction in the future, he had no clue at all how to cultivate and how to find a path of his own.

But at least.

He had a direction.

He looked at the place where the Holy Son and Holy Child were standing, and bent down respectfully, and after half a sound, he turned into an afterimage and quickly swept down the cloud mist mountain path from this mountain peak and disappeared.

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