Xiao Su's headache was committed, and Bai Su led her to a mountain residence near the sea of clouds to stay, where the aura is abundant, and it is much better than in the palace.

Meng Meng revisited the old place, and she only felt strange in her heart, after she left here, she had bad intentions, but before she could say it, she didn't have time to show it, and she was embraced by Xia Ji, and the sentence "Be my disciple" disappeared.

She was arranged next door to Xiao Su, and she had an independent small courtyard.

Spring is deep,

green tree and safflower,

The sea of clouds reflected the twilight, turning into a pale red tide of beasts, galloping under their feet.

In the afterglow, two people are walking on the clouds.

Xia Ji is on the right, and Xu Lingling is on the left.

Xia Ji said something simply, that is, he said that he went to rob the land, and then with the opening of the reincarnation platform, he returned from the reincarnation platform of the reincarnation, and then luckily saved his memory and strength.

After all, it is the law of the universe to be born in the world and reincarnated in death.

So, no matter where you are, as long as you die, you can go to the samsara platform

Xu Lingling's mood is very complicated.

I didn't know what to say for a while.

She and her teacher haven't seen each other for more than a thousand years, and too many things have happened in the past thousand years, and she already has her own pattern.

After thinking about it, she asked, "Does the teacher want to punish me?"

These two words blurted out...

After all, although the teacher is a reincarnated body, his memory is not extinguished, and his power is not extinguished, isn't he still a teacher?

In that case, why should she be obsessed with fame?

That is both a teacher and a Taoist, and a teacher and a friend.

I have received your cause and opened my fruit, and I respect you as a teacher, that is, I respect myself.

Xia Ji glanced at her, understood her thoughts, and did not shirk the name, after thinking about it for a while, he knew that Xu Lingling was talking about the killing when she first saw herself in the imperial capital a year ago.

So, he said, "Since you are not wrong, why should you be punished?"

"Why is it right?"

"A gentleman can die, he can't be trapped, he can't be bullied, he can't be reckless. ”

It means that a gentleman can die for his ideals, but he cannot be framed;

A gentleman can be bullied because of his persistence, not his weakness, but he must not be fooled.

What is Frame-Up?

Moral kidnapping is framing.

What is fooling.

Shouting double standards, playing sophistry, full of benevolence and morality, and acting as inferior to prostitutes, is fooling.

Those who trap me are killed, and those who fool me are killed, and only by cultivating this breath of heart can there be from oneself and others to the world.

If you are not good, how can you talk about others and the world?

Each of you has his own way, I am only sharing a path with you, I lead you with my experience, but if you think I should lead you all the way, then you are not worthy of my guidance.

If you slander me, fool me, trap me, and kill me because I no longer lead you.

So much for.

This is called goodness.

With their own goodness, push the goodness of others, and ask the goodness of the world.

One question and one answer, it is in the past.

Therefore, on that day, if Xu Lingling didn't kill him, Xia Ji would also kill him casually, and he was not happy, so he was obedient.

Where there is bondage, there is confusion.

Whatever confusion is false.

Therefore, when it was time to kill, Xia Ji would not be soft at all, and he would not care about other people's words and opinions.

For him, it is not impossible to slaughter the city.

But when he shouldn't be killed, he doesn't care about other people's words and opinions.

This is not the way of heaven.

Unfair.

but its own way.

Xu Lingling thought for a long time and realized something.

The two of them walked in the white cloud path of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

The grass was green, the mist was condensed, and it was shining in the evening sun.

After a while...

Xu Lingling said again: "A thousand years ago, I went to the Land of Ice and Snow to deliver a letter, and then I stayed with my aunt. My aunt is very strong and strong, dominating one side, but she is too good...

I took the opportunity to talk a few times, and my aunt admitted that what I said made sense, but she still kept it the same and did not change at all.

During the 300 years I spent with my aunt, I had the great benefit of being fused with the wolf snake and the serpent, one of the three gods of the Church of Death.

And my Dharmakaya, which was originally a hydra, is now ten, and the last one is the god of the church, the serpent that devours everything.

Therefore, my body at this time is not a pure human being, but a monster of man and snake. ”

Xia Ji said: "You are not a monster. ”

Xu Lingling said: "I am." ”

He didn't go on with this.

Because, whether it is Xia Ji or Xu Lingling, they are talking about their own ways, and both of them are right.

Xu Lingling continued.

"In the mountains and rivers tribulation, the mountains and rivers are broken, the continental plates are moving, everywhere is full of dangers, the road is difficult, and one will be swallowed by the dormant mountain and river demons if you are not careful.

At that time, the strength of the mountain and river demons varied, the weak ones could be suppressed by the ordinary twelve realms, and the strong ones could swallow you directly without discussion.

Seven hundred years ago, when I was helping my aunt outside, I happened to meet a powerful mountain and river demon, and the demon chased me, and I kept running, after escaping a long distance, the land was shattered, and the mountain and river demon were in hot pursuit, so I could only find a place to hide first, and did not dare to use extraordinary power, for fear of alarming the demon robbery.

Later, when the mainland stabilized, I went back to the north, but there was no ice or snow in the north, obviously another strange place that I had never seen, fortunately I met Senior Brother Yu Long, Senior Brother Du Bai, and stayed.

After that, I searched around for news from other junior brothers and sisters, as well as my aunt, but I found nothing.

Later, news came from the mortal world that there was a continent in the east of this cloud continent, and I wanted to go there.

But there is a vast ocean between the two continents, and there will be terrible nightmares on the ocean, and if you die in a dream, you will die, and the dream is the heart, and if you achieve bad karma, you can attack the demon in the dream, and if you achieve good karma, you can defend against the demon.

However, the achievement of good and evil lies not only in choice, but also in one's heart.

After this nightmare catastrophe broke out, the sea could not be crossed.

Because the demons in the nightmare of the sea will be many times more powerful than the land, and the most important thing is that the monsters in the sea will not be affected, they will crawl out of the bottom of the sea and eat you directly while you are sleeping.

But correspondingly, those transcendent monsters don't seem to be able to come to land either, for the same reasons we do.

Later, the teacher should know all about it, it is recorded in the history books of this continent, the world was very chaotic at that time, and the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was also in danger of being destroyed at any time, so...

I can become stronger in killing, because this all-devouring serpent, and my tenth head can make me stronger by devouring other people's lives when I kill.

There were still many strong people in this new continent who could defeat me, and then I killed more and more strongly, and gradually suppressed them all, and then whoever killed whom.

It's just that later, it's useless to devour ordinary lifeforms, and you need heavy lifeframes to do it.

In this way, I killed many, many people, and then the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was peaceful, and the world was quiet. ”

Xia Ji knew Xiao Su's temper, so he muttered: "When you were in the ice and snow, did you sense any forces that were unfavorable to Xiao Su?"

Xu Lingling pondered: "Not at all." ”

Xia Ji said again: "Have you seen the ancestor later?"

Xu Lingling said: "At the beginning of the mountains and rivers, I saw a person who was ridiculously powerful... I just think that person is by no means weaker than the teacher, and even much stronger physically, because he is a harmless existence at all.

It was a burly man like a small mountain, he withstood the full force of a terrifying mountain and river demon, and then took the aura of the mountain and river demon, but it didn't seem to be for his own use.

He asked me if I wanted to be his assistant, and I refused, and he left, and this was it.

He should be an ancestor, right?"

Xia Ji didn't recognize this, but silently wrote it down.

Then, it seems that Xiao Su's amnesia mystery needs to go to the next continent in order to have follow-up clues, and before going to the next continent, he needs to go to the Xiaoshan River Ruins to improve his realm.

And Xiao Su also needs a little cultivation.

...

...

So, Xia Ji took a lot of Bigu Dan and went to the small mountains and rivers of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

He braved the wind and stepped into the Valley of the Sleeping Moon.

After the feet hit the ground, the ground is soft and soft, and there are moss spirit grass, the fragrance of different flowers, floating everywhere, refreshing.

He briefly remembered the last time he and Bai Su had come, and then walked towards a ravine.

He came to the ravine and stepped forward.

One step startled the ripples in the space, and between the ripples and the layers of ripples dispersed, in an instant, the figure had entered and disappeared in place.

When it was represented, it was already Xia Ji standing on the cliff of the small world.

He took a deep breath, the aura here was incomparably abundant, and it was many times thicker than that of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect.

He swept around again, green mountains and green waters, ancient trees and new trees, lush, there was no sign of human activity at all, but the ancient mountains and forests were reckless.

In this small world of ruins, it is quiet and quiet, but it is inevitable that there is a hidden murderous intention.

Because of such a closed world, I don't know what terrible mountain and river robbery demons have been born for a long time.

Xia Ji still remembers the first time he came, overlooking this place.

I just feel that the country is so delicate.

However...

He also felt that

The view of the country should be like this.

...

He didn't sit on the cliff according to Bai Su's guidance before,

Unprepared to turn around and run away when something is wrong,

Because the cliff is only the edge of this small mountain and river ruins after all, although the aura is many times thicker than the outside, but for this small world, it is only thin and barren.

So, he walked all the way to the center of this small world.

As you walk, the surrounding mountains and rivers begin to slowly creep.

He walked through a ravine, only to find that the ravine, suddenly turned into a peak, which was quite misshapen, and bent towards his back, as if to spy on him.

He walked across a river, which had been silent, but suddenly there was a "boom", not the slightest cheerful taste, but a kind of "greed, anticipation", as if some monster was drooling.

He went deep and walked through thousands of mountains and rivers alone.

A pair of terrifying pupils that didn't know where to hide were staring at him.

The world is full of malice.

It's like a pack of wolves watching a fattened food walk into their midst.

Here, no one dared to come.

No one knows what is hidden here.

But Xia Ji could feel that the aura was getting stronger and stronger, to the point of being unbelievable.

He felt it a little, then he chose the thickest place and sat down cross-legged.

He sat on a rock.

The stone was so dark that it was paved with strange, mysterious, and deep stone patterns.

It's like a big mouth full of fangs.

Xia Ji sat here, closing his eyes and meditating.

The aura around him turned into a whirlpool, and the whirlpool, along with the tsunami, rushed madly towards him in the center.

His hands fell freely, bearing the washing of these spiritual energy, and began to impact the purple mansion in the center of his eyebrows.

Wake up once a month and eat Bigu Dan, and then continue to cultivate, so that it will not stop.

This cultivation is twenty-five years.

Twenty-five years, his Purple Mansion has been broken through and a triple heaven has been opened, but this triple heaven seems to have aroused the covetousness of the mountain and river demons.

A bright afternoon.

As he sat down, the strange black stone finally couldn't hold back anymore and began to squirm.

With this movement, the earth within a radius of dozens of miles moved, like an earthquake, like a precursor to the destruction of the world.

Xia Ji's hand pressed on the mountain stone and twitched slightly.

This knock was like water into a pot of oil, and in an instant, the whole world boiled.

The earth's crust is torn, mountains and rivers are shattered, demons are in chaos, covering the sky and the sun, big mouths, giant hands...

The whole world became a grave, as if it were going to devour him and bury him.

And Xia Ji is in the middle of this tomb.

All the attacks of the mountain and river demons belong to the twelve realms, but let alone the monks of the twelve realms, even if the thirteenth realm, the fourteenth realm, or even higher, will be destroyed and crushed in such an offensive.

The realm is only a form of attack, which represents strength to a certain extent, but it is not overwhelming, and it is not impossible to break the balance by quantitative changes.

You could say that a person sitting in a Gundam is stronger than a person holding a stone in the Stone Age.

But what if the stone this man is holding is a planet?

What if you were holding a planet to smash the Gundam?

Mortals can't imagine it, because no one in the Stone Age will be able to hold the planet.

But this is not the Stone Age, this is a fantasy world born of genius.

So some people want to say, then I don't practice the realm, and I don't sit on the Gundam when it is given to me, I just throw stones.

How stupid and unenlightened should this be, how dogmatic and pedantic and rigid?

Xia Ji opened his eyes, there was no panic in his eyes, and he opened his mouth and gently spit out two words: "Go back." ”

As soon as the two words came out, it was like a heavenly decree, and the words followed the law, and the vast aura turned into a big hand that pressed the top and went to the earth town.

The earth is calm.

Thousands of mountains and rivers are also peaceful.

Correct...

The mountain and river demon was extremely powerful, and before long, a heavy arch was formed in this calm, as if many heads were about to break free from the ground, and gradually these many arches turned into waves.

The microwave wrinkles and becomes more and more wrinkled.

Before long, Xia Ji's exertion of force was broken.

Mountains and rivers roared, turning into waves beyond human imagination and shooting at him.

Xia Ji has one hand, his left hand is yin, his right hand is yang, and yin and yang are transformed into black and white grinding wheels, and ten thousand laws disappear in the grinding wheel.

And how terrifying the mountain and river demons here are, one place is blocked, that is, from all directions, three hundred and sixty-five angles, it attacks the past with fine frequency and without interruption.

The sky is dark, and there is no light.

Xia Ji spat out: "Knife." ”

In this mouthful, he spit out a lotus flower.

I don't know how many lotus petals there are.

One petal and one knife, not blooming.

Xia Ji stood in the center of the flower.

The flower is not budding.

The budding flowers, facing the mountains and rivers in all directions, crushed each other in a terrifying, indescribable, incomprehensible mythological scene.

This milling is three months.

Finally, the lotus flower was shattered, and the mountains and rivers retreated.

Xia Ji grabbed the broken mountains and rivers, and took advantage of the fact that the almost solidified aura had not regathered, and took a deep breath, attracting thousands of pythons and snakes to drill into his nose.

Others can't bear it, but he is a celestial, and his body is the source of calamity, and he can bear it.

The stronger mountain and river demons also began to compete for the aura generated by this "serious injury of the same kind".

The two sides fought again.

The seriously injured mountain and river demon was like a white shark in the sea with blood, and in an instant, the flesh of the same kind and Xia Ji devoured the ground was gone.

And when the devouring was over, the mountain and river demon began to attack Xia Ji again.

Xia Ji was devouring just now, only to feel that the few big mouthfuls he ate were not much stronger than Anxin cultivation, so he also attacked the mountain and river demon.

This world,

It's not you who eat me,

It's me who eats you.

Xia Ji understood.

He flew in the air, looked at the splendid mountains and rivers covering half of the sky, and spat out: "Knife." ”

This time, the voice was heavier and heavier.

This mouthful, spit out a sword light in the sky.

The light of the sword also covers half of the sky,

From the west,

Collide with the mountains and rivers that go west,

Presents an extremely magnificent, extremely dangerous confrontation.

Crushing everywhere, exploding everywhere, attacking everywhere, fighting everywhere.

Here, there is no heaven and earth, there are battlefields everywhere, and there can be big battles everywhere.

Darkly, unscrupulous, unable to be impossible.

Mountains and rivers, fire and knives, monsters and boys, crush and ram each other.

And whenever an aura is knocked out, it is like a white shark being injured and bleeding, and it is soon snatched and devoured by the ferocious mountain and river robbers and the ferocious Xia Ji.

Xia Ji felt as if he had returned to the days of the fire robbery, he silently counted the time in his heart, reminding himself how long it had been, and it could be regarded as staying awake in this turbulent aura, so as not to only know how to kill and become a demon who lost his mind.

Mountains and rivers are delicate,

So do I.

...

...

One kill is another thirty years.

Fifty-five years have passed since Xia Ji stepped here.

It is late autumn in the ravine of Mianyue Valley, the yellow leaves are drifting, and some rabbits, deer, and bird-like spirit beasts are running and jumping in this quiet place.

Suddenly, the little beasts fell silent.

The space fluctuated, the ripples were heavy, and a young man with an inch of body appeared out of thin air.

The little beasts were not afraid, but they went to the young man.

Xia Ji looked up at the sky, and the frost was thousands of miles.

He is already at the peak of the twelve realms, the purple mansion is ninefold, contained in the center of his eyebrows an inch below, setting off his original handsome and gentle face to add to the divinity, and the skin is white and flawless, even a woman will be ashamed of herself when she sees it.

He looked at the little beasts around him and smiled softly.

He took out some radish and tender grass grains from his bosom, and stroked them lightly with his fingers, which gave these foods a rich aura.

He put them down, and the little beasts came running over and came to his palms and ate them.

The rabbit ate and licked the back of his hand,

The spirit deer chirped "yo yo" as he ate and ate, rubbing his body intimately,

The sparrow was happy, so she jumped on his shoulder and began to chirp.

The sky is twilight, the autumn wind is bleak, and the little beasts are just sorry to say goodbye.

Xia Ji put on a coat and was not in a hurry to return, but pillowed a large bluestone, took out a cup of wine, drank it on his head, and sprinkled it wantonly.

The last rays of sunlight in the sky were gone.

The autumn moon hangs high, and the starlight flows overhead like a vast sea.

Xia Ji fell directly into a dream.

This dream...

It's a nightmare.

This dream is a demon robbery.

This dream...

There is no year, not two hundred years, not four hundred years.

He dreamed for only one night, five hours, and then he woke up.

When the white horizon of the fish belly was pierced by the light, the gold was sprinkled all over the thousands of mountains and ravines, and when the snakes were green mountains, Xia Ji stretched his waist and yawned.

He got up, and walked through the forest, thirsty for some springs, hungry for some fruit, so that when it was twilight again, and the sky was dark, and the evening came to want rain, he stopped.

Heaven and earth seem to have stopped.

Time seems to have stopped.

Suddenly, all the incense of the Confucius Temple in the world was steaming and buzzing.

This world refers not only to Yunzhou, but to all known and unknown continents, but wherever there is a jade statue of the master, at this time, all of them made a sound at the same time, as if there were sages chanting holy proverbs and reciting the classics silently.

In the sound of thoughts, there is a peace that cleanses the soul.

Luckily, the people who happened to be near the Confucius Temple only felt comfortable in their hearts,

The sick are gone,

A disabled limb is reborn,

Suddenly all the anguish was relieved,

Those who have lost their courage suddenly excited,

There was a sudden light that hid the dark thoughts of the flies and dogs,

There is a sudden epiphany that cannot be broken through the bottleneck,

There is something that has been meditating hard and can't suddenly become clear.

The countless incense flames suddenly condensed and rose, turning into an inexhaustible vast sea of incense.

The fragrant sea condensed into an elephant and turned into ten thousand husbands, standing on the earth, his hands hanging from the clouds.

The pilgrims, or the people around them, began to exclaim.

Shouted mercilessly.

"The Master's Manifestation!"

"The people are prospering!"

And all the monks who believe in the religion of men and visualize the master in their minds only feel that their strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and they have all taken a big step forward, which is called a rising tide and a rising boat.

The monks, not knowing why, looked up at the heavens in amazement, and then immersed themselves in their hearts and began to ponder the source of this power.

Those who practice alone secretly rejoice.

The group of cultivators found that they were not the only ones who had undergone such changes, so they began to investigate and inquire.

And the cultivators who happened to be next to the Confucius Shrine looked up at the Holy Shadow of the Master on the cloud hanging down their hands, and their hearts were already clear and transparent.

This is the power given by the Master.

The monk who understood, wherever he was, took out the incense and worshipped the icon with reverence.

This thin branch of incense containing faith soared into the sky, forming a small stream of fingers, and merging into the unbridled sea of incense.

And all these holy icons of the Master's manifestation suddenly turned slowly, facing a certain direction, and bowed slightly.

That was the direction of the Sleeping Moon Valley.

In the Valley of the Sleeping Moon, the sky was dark, the autumn rain had arrived, and suddenly, half of the dark sky was bright.

It was as if the vast good karma of a realm was condensed behind Xia Ji, showing a thrilling light.

In a flash, he has entered the peak of the thirteen realms.

Fifteen-hundred-year-old incense sent him up.

Overnight, it will break through this great realm, and it is better than the dream of others for 400 years.