Chixia Mountain, a city without a match

Du Sha's return intact made everyone feel at ease, and Tang Luo, who had gone to the house, was already in Yunxiu's arms.

"The other party is so strong, my hand is going to be broken, you see~"

Condensing the natural Dao realm that can cover dozens of miles into an inch square Dao Bead, this kind of power even Tang Luo's royal body can't withstand for too long.

Yunxiu carefully picked up her husband's right arm, looked at the cracked palm, and felt distressed.

"The concubine is bandaged for you, bear with it. ”

Pull out the colorful cloud silk from the fairy cloud and gently cover it along the palm pattern until it wraps the entire palm.

In the fragrant cloud silk is the gentleness of a woman, moving the colorful palms, Tang Luo raised his head again and said: "There are still eyes~"

"Is this the one?"

Yun Xiu rested Tang Luo's head on his lap and rubbed his eyelids open, revealing star-like eyes.

Leaning over, his cherry-colored lips pursed slightly, clumsily and gently exhaling towards the stars.

The breath is warm, and it has a unique aroma of women, and I don't know if it's a psychological effect or what, but the sharp stinging pain really began to ease.

Tang Luo, who was surprised, turned slightly and offered the other side of his face: "There is also this one!"

The woman smiled softly, holding the man's angular side face and whispering to another star.

Probably the biggest benefit of warmth is being able to feel that each other's hearts and minds care about each other.

After ascending to the king realm, Tang Luo gained the vast spiritual power like the sea, but he also lost a lot of delicate emotions, and when the Dao realm and the law acted on the king's body at the same time, he was indifferent like a high god.

Those who grasp nature are not even able to accept nature, then they are not deceiving themselves.

As a result, life and death no longer touched him, hatred and love could not move him, he cared less and less about things, and only after sealing all the aura into the stars, retreating from the realm and slowing down his thoughts, he could think like a human again.

And it is through this confirmation of the convenience of advancing and retreating, that he can correct his royal way, because sometimes, moving too fast and too fiercely, will always make you ignore something.

Perhaps, in the eyes of that extremely fast computational thinking, these things are to be lost after all, and there is no value.

For example, family, love, and friendship, which are destined to only occupy a small space in life, can be regarded as a waste if over-invested.

The reason why ordinary people need it is because they can't find "themselves", and they can only rely on the joint mapping of these emotions to feel the existence of "themselves".

But a martial artist like his complete "self" doesn't need these relationships to feel himself.

So from the perspective of income, these are related to his realm, and all of them have become drags.

After all, the whole self is a process of pure self, and the more other thoughts exert on you in this relationship, the more difficult this pure process becomes.

But is such a one-man world really right, if only from the perspective of strength and weakness, of course it is right.

A purer self is equivalent to a stronger self, and if you look at Cao Lie, you know that this is a bastard who has no family ties in his heart, no moral restraints, only his own bastard, and the only thing he worships is strength.

It is this kind of purity that makes him extremely powerful, but Tang Luo understands heaven and earth better than him, and first forbade the condensation of vitality, and then reversed the other party's heritage, otherwise, I am afraid that it will be difficult to even get close.

There is also the Buddha Master who has been seen in the Tiannan Law Realm, which is also the same path of pure self.

Of course, the two paths of the same self-purity are also superior and inferior, judging by the current hand, if Cao Lie and the Southern Heaven Buddha Lord meet, I am afraid that those martial arts, bloodlines, laws, and Dao realms will all be forgotten by a law, and then die of old age in the boundary of "selflessness".

This is the top-level pure power, which is also the reason why the Southern Heaven Buddha Lord, who has never done anything with people, will be revered as a god by the kings of the major holy lands.

Pure strength is very good, but this path is not necessarily right, just look at the martial arts Dachang for thousands of years, so many kings and saints dissipated in the wind, you know that the lonely Dao will eventually be drowned in loneliness no matter how gorgeous it is in life.

Perhaps for the short life of the human race, these kings and saints are all heroes who overwhelm an era, but the timeline is stretched to the length of the entire Xihe Continent.

Tang Luo, who once had astral memories, had drifted and spun in the void for millions of years, and in this long time, his more than 4,000 astral companions had not changed at all.

That kind of loneliness even made him feel that even if he became a star with a wireless lifespan, it was not a big deal, so he calmly chose to self-destruct.

Exercising his mental strength was only a means for him to accomplish this goal, and now that he thought about returning to human thinking, he would also begin to reflect on why he didn't feel any happiness even though he had an infinite and long life.

I thought about it for a long time, probably because of two points.

The first was that the world was dead silent, and he had no way to feel any active life except himself, even those four thousand or so companions were completely different from him.

The second is because he has no freedom.

He didn't understand freedom for a long time, and even thought that freedom should mean doing whatever he wanted.

It was only after he truly became an astral life that he realized that the limit of freedom should be that if you don't want to do something, you can do nothing.

He didn't want to go stupidly along this trajectory that I don't know who designed it, he could stop!

He didn't want to continue this boring and long life, he could not continue!

It is precisely because he has done his best for such a fundamental freedom that Tang Luo's natural Dao realm can be so complete and flawless, acting on tens of millions of things.

Because he used to be like these "dead things", he was controlled by others, and he could only feel the endless emptiness in the lonely universe.

Finally, after getting out of such a lonely environment, now do you want Tang Luo to go back?

In his opinion, all the worlds that the kings have found at the moment are looking for a lonely world with only themselves, this kind of world he has experienced for millions of years, and it is really not attractive.

Sometimes he even wondered if the kings and saints would have given up if they knew that the end of the road was like this.

But imagination is only imagination after all, every king has the way of each king, he can't influence others, and others can't influence it.

Feeling the injury on his left palm quickly recover under the bandage of Xianyun Biao, Tang Luo closed his eyes and plunged his head into Yun Xiu's arms.

Who said that the royal body can only be related by the rest of the body, and as long as people live, they can never be lonely forever.

There will always be someone who cares more about you than you, and there will always be someone who loves your body more than yourself.

The self comes from the whole past, but your image will always be very clear in some people's memories!

At three o'clock and two moments, the death of the Dao realm is healed...