When these six words fell, everything froze, and the Great Dao rotated as usual, but the existence that was invisible to the naked eye, uncontrollable, and existed in the underworld, called Qi Number, and Qi Luck, was frozen in an instant, and then there was an illusion of sudden downward pressure.

No, it's not a delusion!

It is a change in real existence, and this change, the closer to the place where the luck is surging, the clearer and more intense, the capital of Shenwu Kyushu is originally the peak of the rich luck in the world, and there is a monk who swept from tens of thousands of miles away, and it made this luck more and more agitated.

Under the pen of the Taoist, there was a wave of luck, and the wave suddenly spread to both sides, and the qi changed, stirred up, and escaped like a storm, and the sleeves and hems of Qi Wufu swayed violently to the left and right, and the bells under the eaves of the guard room vibrated violently, and the sound was clear.

The trees in the courtyard shook suddenly.

Three hundred leaves were scattered.

The old green cow stared at the Taoist over there, Fu Xi had already raised his hand, intending to pick up this Taoist and move the Wa Palace to the rest of the place, but at this moment, he stopped his palm stiffly, looked at the Taoist with both eyes, and the golden light in his eyes was agitated.

This is?!!!

Well?!

Well???!

The little dragon girl over there was dumbfounded, dumbfounded, and then almost fell on her back by the wind that escaped from the storm, sat on the ground, and almost fell into a slump, dazzled, and saw that person holding a pen, his sleeve robe rolled up, and the surrounding luck rolled like a wave.

And he holds the pen like iron.

The pen does not move a bit.

This wave of qi is already extremely intense, and hidden in this surface of the turbulent waves, the mobilization and change of pure luck, it is even more incomparable, for the surface of the hidden, the hidden is far-reaching, spread more than 10,000 miles in an instant, at the gate of the capital, the compassionate monk stepped inside, the footsteps were gentle, but stopped at the next moment.

The pedestrians around him came and went freely, and their expressions were all talking and laughing as usual, but the monk's expression froze, and the monk's robe swung towards the back, as if there was a huge momentum suppressing him, as if the whole world was resisting and rejecting him.

And in the place invisible to the naked eye, countless silk threads floated, among which the brightest, straight up to the nine heavens silk threads were affected, but this subtle impact was only in a moment, and then disappeared, above the thirty-three heavens, the Antarctic Immortal Emperor was originally playing a game, playing chess calmly, never hesitated for a moment, but then paused.

The lord of the thunder department in front, the Nine Heavens Ying Yuan thunder Puhua Tianzun Qi said: "Emperor? ”

"It doesn't matter."

The Antarctic Immortal Emperor chuckled all his life, retracted his attention, fingered the chess pieces, his eyes fell into the dust, but he didn't care much, and went up and down the chessboard of the Nine Heavens Ying Yuan Thunder Puhua Tianzun in front of him, his voice was crisp, and the fingers caged under the wide sleeved robe moved slightly.

Rumble!!!

Amitayus wisdom is as bright as one step forward.

The qi luck that had suddenly [collapsed and converged] and became extremely condensed for some reason seemed to lose its original suppression in an instant, and his sleeve robe shook violently towards the back, and it turned into a trace like ripples, and even the skin and flesh of his face were covered with wisps of pulling backwards.

But he seems to ignore it.

One step at a time, move forward.

Walk calmly.

Walk resolutely.

If there is one person, raise his hand to push the mountain and move forward step by step.

In the library room, Qi Wufu's sleeve robe was rolled, and his luck reversed and forced him to come to him.

He has learned all the time, including the Taishang Pulse Determination, the Yuqing Jade Void True Biography, and the mystery of Shangqing Lingbao's mind as the law, and he has read the dossier here for more than half a year, and has gained and understood, but these gains and understandings are not enough to support him to write out his mind.

What should have taken a long time to do is now there is no time to prepare slowly.

The situation is compelling, so I can only write a little, a little.

Always seek the best and most complete, but, alas, it is a pity that everything in this world has never been the most perfect.

Qi Wufu put down the pen.

What he writes now can't actually be regarded as a style of the Taishang line; It is not the true inheritance of the Yuqing lineage; It's not even the Shangqing lineage, countless supernatural powers are just the characteristics of my heart.

The things he cultivated, the mysteries of the three schools, what he wrote now are not supernatural powers, not the wonderful law, strictly speaking, it should be the part of the common existence of these three Taoist ancestors Tianzun lineage, this is something that only people who have obtained the true transmission of the three at the same time and have experienced calamities in the world can write it.

It's not creating.

Because the Great Way itself exists there, it was there before all things were born, it was there after all things were annihilated.

This is only an elaboration, but the exposition itself is a great cause.

The monk was so courageous, and raised his hand to resist the thousands of heavy luck in this world, and walked forward step by step.

The luck is against the current, the trees are rolling, the grass and trees are folding, and the Taoist robe of Qi Wufu is going to be churned, but the pen is as immovable as iron, falling on the paper and writing the words.

[Name can be named, not constant name]

Rumble!!!

The previous opening is already the extreme, but this second sentence carries the grandeur of the first sentence, and it goes down with the trend, but it has a weather.

The footsteps of the Infinite Longevity Wisdom suddenly stopped, and this majestic and boundless luck seemed to turn into an incomparable Great Wall directly in front of him at this moment, and the ripples of the flesh and skin on his face were to the extreme, the flesh and blood were torn, and a cutting mark like a sword blade appeared, and the golden Buddha's blood flew out and fell to the ground.

Enter!

One step further, one more ......

Can't get in!

Amitayus wisdom is as bright as it comes, and countless waves have been set off in the bottom of my heart.

What is he doing?!

What did he do?!

The [Silk Thread] from the Heavenly Realm kept trying to control an incarnation, making him rush forward desperately, but the instinct of this incarnation was unwilling to take half a step, and the two formed an extreme conflict at this moment, in the sky, invisible to the naked eye, the unobservable silk thread was actually tightened at this moment.

Enter!

Don't enter!

Amitayus wisdom is bright, and the bottom of my heart is constantly struggling.

The Taoist in the storage room gasped, and it took a lot of effort to control his luck, and these two sentences, twelve words, were like a general outline, and he had written down all the things he had seen and understood so far, and every stroke and every painting was like holding iron and running rampant on the mountains, extremely difficult, extremely difficult.

By the time he finished writing this line, Qi Wufu was already exhausted.

And everything around him was silent, the old green cow didn't speak, he looked at the man, and could see that he had reached the limit when he said the truth, and he was worried in his eyes, as a mount that had accompanied Taishang for so long, the two were masters and servants, and they were also friends, and they were extremely concerned about the disciples of Taishang.

"No confusion, are you okay?"

At this moment, he didn't care about the danger, and subconsciously wanted to go over and support the man, his shoulders suddenly sank, and then he couldn't take half a step forward, but he was directly pressed by Fu Xi's shoulders, and the old green cow turned around angrily and said, "You !! What are you doing?! If there is any mistake, I will return to the Dao Ancestor, and you will not be good! ”

It's just that when I turned around in such an angry voice, I saw Fu Xi's pair of vertical pupils, and the golden light inside was burning.

In his eyes, the old green cow saw a mixture of consternation and ecstasy.

It seems to admire, it seems to shake.

That incomparably strong emotion shocked the angry old green cow and made his body freeze and not move.

At this time, Qi Wufu also felt that the incarnation of the Buddha on the other side had reached the extreme, he lifted the pen, his eyes were flooded with golden streamers, and Taiyi's body had also been urged, he took a deep breath, put down the pen again, and wrote down the third sentence, which is also the limit at this moment.

[Nameless, the beginning of all things. 】

The one is nameless, the highest, the only, the original.

The general trend is becoming more and more majestic and unbeatable!

Amitayus wisdom is bright, and his complexion changes suddenly.

The struggle in my mind came to an end in an instant.

Back off!

One step is a sudden retreat.

As the embodiment of a wisp of divine thought of the Antarctic Immortal Emperor, if he felt some kind of extreme and pure oppression at this moment, he seemed to have stirred up his instinct as a living being at this time, and no longer approached the majestic and condensed [luck]——

If before that, as a Buddhist gate, it was like a creature struggling in the cold glacier stream, looking for a warm bonfire.

Now, then, he was close to the warm light.

But I found that it was not a candle flame, it was not a bonfire, it was a flame, it was the sun, it was a glorious day!

"Retreat, retreat quickly!!"

"Why did this luck suddenly condense it?! Why?! ”

"This is, Dao Yun? What is this qi machine doing, why does it have such a big momentum, and why does it directly stir up the luck of the world?! Why?! ”

Amitayus wisdom is bright, and there are countless thoughts in his heart, and he rises and falls wildly.

His speed was fast, like thunder, and his body was covered with golden Buddha light, thousands of miles in an instant.

But he forgot that the way of luck, like the rotation of yin and yang, eliminates one and the other, and if he retreats, the door will enter.

The Taoist lifted the pen in his hand, his movements were slow, his pen pointed outward, and paused.

Amitayus Wisdom Bright Nyorai emits a streamer on his body, and under the washing of luck, countless silk threads appear behind him, which connects Amitayus Wisdom Bright Nyorai downwards, connects with the Buddha Gate, and connects up to the thirty-three heavens, going deep into the clouds and the heavens, and I don't know where I went.

It seems to be the subtlety of luck and the feedback of cause and effect, this scene is reflected in the eyes of Taoists with a slightly terrifying picture.

The vast and vast earth, the monks and Buddhas running wildly are like tiny ants, and the white silk threads rise to the sky, dense, wide and empty.

"Antarctic Immortal Emperor......"

Qi Wufu muttered to himself, paused with the pen, he was in the state after writing down the three elements of the Tao, there was a kind of invincible charm in the world, even though the Buddha had escaped far away, he still held the pen, and naturally pointed ahead.

After a pause, and then with a slight stroke, the boundless luck spread out at this time, and the ripples set off by the pen only swept thousands of miles ahead in an instant.

Only use this pen as a sword.

It's [cut].

Swing the sword with the pen, and use luck as the sword.

While!!!

After this stroke, the-for-tat that seemed to be luck finally reached its extreme, and the bell hanging from under the eaves of the guard room vibrated violently, suddenly broke in the middle, and then fell to the ground.

And in the next moment, all the silk threads in the eyes of the Taoist were cut off.

The old monk opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, turning into golden light and escaping far away;

And this sword seems to be too expensive, Qi Wufu can no longer perceive the movement of the Buddha's escape, a huge sense of weakness emerges, there is only an ordinary roll of white paper on the table in front of him, it is the white paper produced in a town outside the capital, and the pen in his hand is just an ordinary thing from the history of the Qing Shui Yamen, and these three sentences are written on the white paper.

[Tao can be the way, not the constant road]

[Name can be named, not constant name]

[Nameless, the beginning of all things]

Immediately emitted a faint golden streamer, luck like fire, Qi Wufu, who had accumulated for more than half a year, although he had a foundation, but it didn't seem to be enough to continue writing, after the Buddha left, he felt the thrill of this short confrontation, and the incomparable exhaustion.

I know in my heart that this is not yet done; But with a pen in hand, it is difficult to write even a word.

You can faintly hear people's voices all around, so close, yet so far away.

That's it, tired.

Let's rest......

Qi Wufu let go of his right hand, the pen in his hand fell on the table, and sat down towards the back.

"No confusion, no confusion?!"

The old green cow didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly went up to help, but for some reason he was half a step late, he saw the young Taoist sitting on the chair, and somehow, it seemed to be the aftermath of the previous confrontation between qi and machine, maybe it was the wind when luck was blowing.

On the young Taoist's hair bun.

When the teacher led him into the Tao, he personally tied the hairpin for him, and the wooden hairpin representing the disciple of Taishang suddenly slipped down and fell in front of Qi Wufu. He sat on the chair, his black hair was draped, the words were flowing on the white paper in front of him, his hands were on the deputy of the wooden chair, and there were countless Taoist treasures around him, and the aura was deep.

In the Eight Scenic Palace lamps behind him, there are purple-gold flames slowly lit up, and they are magnificent.

This scene made the old green cow subconsciously hold his breath, and only after a while did he say, "No confusion? ”

"Are you okay?"

Qi Wufu raised his eyes, calmed down, and said, "I'm fine, Uncle Niu." ”

Seeing that this person only consumed a relatively large amount of spirit and spirit, and there was not much loss of foundation in addition, Lao Qingniu finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay, it's okay, what happened just now?!" What's going on with this luck shock?! ”

"Has the Antarctic Immortal Emperor's hindsight left?"

The Taoist looked at the old green cow and asked, and was about to answer, when his eyes swept subconsciously, and then suddenly paused, and subconsciously said:

"Huh? What about Emperor Xi? ”

The old green cow was constantly asking, but at this time, it suddenly froze, and then a chill spread all over his back.

He jerked around and saw that there was no one under the old tree behind him.

Fuxi.

It's gone?

The scalp of the old green cow is numb.

(End of chapter)