When Huaigen on the ground saw this scene, he closed his eyes for a moment, thought for thousands of miles, and quietly realized.

He got up slowly, threw the Buddha lamp in his hand into the air, bowed to him lightly, and without saying a word, he turned around and walked towards the sky.

As he began to move, white lotuses were born under his feet, and there was a faint long Sanskrit sound between heaven and earth, which was as deep as thunder.

The entire land of Shanhaijian seems to have woken up from its slumber and is full of vitality again.

But the golden light on his body was sprinkled in pieces, his hair was scattered in the wind, more and more wrinkles appeared on his face, and his eyebrows and beards were like weather, as if he had aged a hundred years in a few breaths.

Ye Mo didn't know what Huaigen had realized, but he heard it well.

Huai'an and Lan Sa mentioned the "Dao Monument".

This is something that only cultivators of the Upper Three Realms are qualified to talk about.

The first thing an ordinary person does to become a cultivator is not to cultivate, but to start his mind.

Whether it is the righteous heart of Confucianism, the control of the mind of Buddhism, or the cultivation of the mind of Taoism, in fact, what is said is a simple but not simple truth.

If the heart is not standing, it is difficult to accomplish.

Establishing a heart is like chiseling a stone to open a mountain, and it is by no means a one-day achievement.

This is the practice.

There are nine realms in the world, one realm and one hurdle.

Under the Seven Realms, all are mountaineers, and on the Seven Realms, they are all Void Immortals.

When a practitioner chisels through the deep mountain, climbs to the top of the mountain, and walks to the end of the road in the world, he achieves the body and mind, inside and outside, heaven and man, and the heart of the Tao is completed.

If you want to go up to the next level and trace the origin of the avenue, you must also take it as the base, so the monument is also called Sendai.

The words on the Taoist monument are the fruit of the cultivator's cultivation all the way, the foundation of the Tao, the motto, and the step of the void.

There is also a monument in Yeyu, but there is no word.

Because he has just crossed the threshold of the Seven Realms now, and he has not yet stepped into the void.

And Huai'an has been famous for a long time, and the monument must have words.

It's just that I heard Lan Sa say that the words "Heaven and earth are useless" are engraved on it, and it is a little difficult to understand the meaning no matter how Ye Su thinks.

In fact, Huai'an also has the same confusion.

He knew that Lan Sa's golden inscription of the protector must be extraordinary, but he never expected it to be the words "everything is in order".

Even though it was a good time to take advantage of the situation, he still couldn't help but stop and asked: "I really don't understand what you think, you didn't want such an opportunity at your fingertips back then, but you didn't hesitate to betray your clan to be loyal to your lord and benevolent monarch, but what in the end?" Did you realize such bullshit from this? ”

Lan Sa said: "If everything is not orderly, I am no longer me, where is the hatred?" Where does it come from? But how could you, an old bald scoop, realize these four words, could it be that you really believe that you are Yisu descended into the world? ”

Huai'an said: "There is a time when everything in the universe will die, when dust will return to dust, earth will return to earth, light will return to light, and darkness will return to darkness, which is the most solid and unchanging truth. ”

Lan Sa said angrily: "Are you sick?" ”

Huai'an snorted coldly, disdained to talk nonsense, and recited with a beat: "Clean air, wonderful water is dry, bright and exhausted, and the breeze goes to ......"

Lan Sa didn't expect that Shicai's trick still had a back hand, and suddenly felt that the qi machine around his body was not running smoothly, as if he was stuck with honey, the air leak was difficult to stop, and his consciousness was shaky, and in an instant, his hair was already yellow, his eyes were difficult to see, his skin was shrunk and his bones were pumping, and he acted like a dying person.

But it was only for a moment that he figured out why, and the shock in his heart overshadowed everything.

According to Mingjiao, the world is both a bright light medicine hall, but also a prison of dark demons, and the same is true of the small world of the human body, which is born from the mixing of Mingzi turbidity dust, and the cultivation of Mingzi is to remove the turbidity dust and shine Mingzi, during which the truth is similar to the Taoist refining of yin and pure yang, but it does not pay attention to the double cultivation of life, and finally to give up the body and return to the main position.

And his body was already an immaculate spirit body, and there was a sign of the five decays of heaven and man, which must have been stained by the five turbid dusts.

Lan Sa leaned over and said weakly, "It turns out that you have transferred to the Dark Sect Method!" ”

Huai'an looked down at him indifferently, shook his head and said: "It's not a transfer, it's always been that you are not stained by turbid dust, but invaded by the five mings."

Lan Sa was slightly stunned, but immediately figured out the trick: "Black and white upside down? Why didn't I notice it? ”

Huai An smiled faintly, but did not say the answer that Lan Sa wanted, only opened the palms in front of Heshi's chest for a moment, and recited: "The holy fire is extinguished!" ”

A cross light suddenly shot out from the palm of his hand, and the blue figure turned into a little starlight in the light, drifting away with the wind like a snowflake.

The old monk Huaigen came to Huai'an at this time, ignoring Lan Sa's death, and just raised his palm at Huai'an: "Senior brother, I want to see your third change"

Huai'an turned a deaf ear, staring at the place where Lan Sa disappeared, his eyes turned golden, the time in his eyes turned backwards, countless pictures flashed, and he suddenly seemed to have found something, and his face became extremely ugly.

At this time, I suddenly heard an old voice in the air, like an echo of the hollow valley, and I don't know where it came from.

"Old Huaigen, I paid back the account that year"

Huaigen clasped his palms at the void and saluted: "Amitabha, the master of the Blue Mansion will practice his words, and he is really heroic"

I never thought that Lan Sa's words would suddenly turn: "Don't shoot the sycophants, I'm a fucking loss, kill one of my incarnations, if you hurt my life, you are not kind"

Huaigen said flatly: "The mantle of the old man has been left in Liulitian, you can take it all"

"It's pretty much the same," Lan Sa replied, and his figure suddenly appeared behind Huai'an, with a knife in his left hand.

Huai An suddenly turned around and looked at Lan Sa who emerged from the vacuum of the silent night, he sneered: "Hide your head and shrink your tail, your heart is calculating, your mouth is honey and your belly is swords, and you really don't have any treachery."

Lan Sa snorted coldly: "Deceive the world and steal your name, you are like a traitor, you are unscrupulous, you are really a despicable villain"

Huai An was furious: "Have the courage to take me another sword!" ”

Lan Sa sneered: "Come and don't be rude, and take me first"

The words fell, and the knives fell.

A clear sword light was already reflected in Huai'an's dark pupils, just like a rising crescent moon.

The whole world seemed to blink an eye, from white to black, and from black to white.

In this immeasurable moment, all things are born and destroyed, and everything is like light and shadow, changing and changing.

A touch of faint moonlight swayed like a drizzle, flashing between Huai'an's eyebrows, like a drop of autumn water into a dream.

Huai'an's eyes slowly fell.

I saw a scholar trekking through the wilderness, and there was a majestic city in the sky.

Seeing the city towers and walls, the sword and the halberd cold star, riding a fast horse and dust, white clothes and hats, a glimpse.

Seeing the gold list Mo is still new, the scholar is dressed in brocade clothes, and he is facing the sky.

See the carved dragon royal road, white jade steps, Jinhua Palace, purple air rushing night.

Seeing the supreme smile in the world, Rongli and creation are all in front of him.

In a trance, several cold and summer hurried, the scholar was already in a purple robe and crown, and he was a very popular minister.

He remembered that the scholar was him but not him, and in his heart he was in a convulsion, and suddenly saw the moonlight shining, the ten-mile long street and ancient road, the lights were extinguished one by one, the sword light was lit up one by one, and the black clothes were surging like a tide.

The beauty of the sword out of the box, shining like thunder, a sword to disperse the wind and snow, never looked back.

He hated it.

Hate prosperity and dark old, and the shape is better than empty.

Hate and decay, and people's hearts are not ancient.

It is difficult to hate the good period, and I hope to break the Hongqiao.

Suddenly jumped on the clouds, overlooking the mountains and rivers, the Central Plains has been floating tens of millions of blood, and everything is rushing, like a Shura hell.

Suddenly, he rode the horse to the city, and saw hundreds of thousands of people in white, all holding high the lantern and swearing to burn the dark demon.

Spirits poured gall, three cups of grandeur.

He heard the rolling of iron hooves, the clatter of knives and guns, and the shouts of killing that shook the sky.

Thinking of the continuous sound of trumpets on the field of Banquan, the crowd of people in all directions is like water stirring in one place, and it is difficult for millions of souls.

remembered that once the Xiongcheng was broken, he rode his horse straight into the palace, but the enemy had been dead for a long time.

The pen in the hand, the sword in the heart, the blood of the lover, the tears of the loved ones, everything is empty.

Thinking of the temple and never coming back, I indulged in the mountains and rivers from then on, and realized the Zen machine in the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Ask the ancestor Buddha, the world is extremely large, I don't know what is beyond the great, the heavenly palace is extremely non-thinking, I don't know that the non-phase is infinite after all.

It is difficult to see what you see, but what you hear will disappear.

Wake up in a trance, life has passed a hundred years.

Huai'an's eyes were raised, the moonlight had passed, and the knife entered his eyebrows.

He was extremely frightened, and he had no time to figure out the trick of hooking and sinking contained in this sword light, so he only had time to clamp the head-on blade with the combined force of six palms, and the blue sa that fell like a goshawk like a rabbit froze in the air.

There was a sharp squeak, like a sharp weapon, and the eardrum pierced the person in great pain.

Sparks burst out between the blades of the palms.

A snow-white sword qi suddenly rose behind him, like a thousand-zhang horse falling in the air, and a churning wave of dust exploded in the mountains and forests, and countless plants and trees flew wildly.

Ye Yan has not been idle since he stepped up from Huaigen, and he has no time to watch Lan Sa's shocking knife, everything is not life-saving.

After getting the Buddha lamp, he immediately concentrated on breathing, until he was shocked out of his concentration by the sharp sound of the sword palm just now, and most of the injuries on his body had been healed, but when he opened his eyes, he suddenly felt that his eyes were burning, and many inexplicable pictures flashed, and he shook his head suddenly before returning to normal.

He raised his head and saw Huai'an and Lan Sa stalemate in the air, just a wisp of sword qi leaking out, almost splitting half of the mountain from it, and his eyes were suddenly split.

Even if the enemy is currently in the moment, he can't take care of it much, but the world in this picture is his home after all, how can he not feel distressed when he sees it.

Seeing that the black lotus under Huai'an's feet is becoming more and more red, there is a thick flower stem that has never been seen before and sticks straight into the ground, and there is a faint flow of light in it, as if it is constantly absorbing the aura of the surrounding mountains and rivers.

He was angry, his hands collided with his fists, and he quietly pulled out a scimitar from the palm of his left hand, which was the same shape as the one in Lan Sa's hand, but the blade was as black as ink, and there was no reflection, just like the silhouette of a dark night.

This is the natal object he refined with the skill of the treasure map, called the Falling Moon, which was originally forbidden by his father and mother to show the existence of people, because he could not fully control this knife, but today he had to do it.

At the moment when he pulled out the knife, a strange aura slowly precipitated from the knife, and the edge of the black knife faintly showed a lot of crystal light as thin as a gossamer, forming a twisted whirlpool, each whirlpool pulled a force of heaven and earth, many whirlpools gathered together, turned into a large vortex of several spiral arms, turning faster and faster, at first there were only a few sparse winds blowing between heaven and earth, like a murmuring stream, but then into a river, and hundreds of rivers returned to the sea, it became extremely terrifying, and the flowing clouds in the sky quickly converged towards the top of the night. The heaven and earth vitality like the overturning of the sea and the bursting of the embankment of the heavenly river frantically surged towards the falling moon in his hands, and even Huai'an and Lan Sa, who were facing each other, were moved towards the night by this breath of invigoration.

And all this happens in less than a breath.

Ye Yan's hands began to tremble, and he had to grit his teeth, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, and invoking his whole body qi to counteract the black knife that was getting heavier and heavier.

In the next moment, he didn't jump up, but just looked up at the thick rhizome under the black lotus.

The whole world came head-on at him!

He used all his strength to wave his arms, slashed the black knife out of a half-arc, and shouted violently: "Break it for me!" ”

The blade slashed through the day, like a piece of ink spilled out.

There was a sharp snort, and the lotus root was broken.

The Huai'an Lotus Throne was suddenly drawn from the bottom of the cauldron, and there was a trace of mistake in his mind in an instant.

Lan Sa burst in with a knife, the blue light on his body flashed, and a knife slashed from his palm.

There was a crackling sound.

An angry expression froze on Huai'an's face, and his body exploded with a bang, turning into a ball of burning black flames.

The black lotus quickly withered and withered.

The two merged into a black mist, rolling in the air, and there seemed to be countless souls struggling in pain, and there were bursts of ghost crying and howling.