In the continuous rumbling of the collapse of the mountain cliffs.

Chen Kuang's laughter was affected by the unfolding of the "Dao Domain", and it was still clearly audible.

If the many cultivators who came to watch before were just curious about Chen Kuang's ending, or to put it a little ugly, they were actually curious about what kind of death this guy who dared to go against the Martial Saint would be.

But at this moment, everyone's hearts shook, revealing a look of emotion.

This guy has seen the terrifying strength of the Martial Saint's one punch and divided into two gorges, and he is facing such an amazing momentum...... You can still laugh and recite poetry?!

They just looked at this picture from afar, and they had lost their courage in an instant.

If they were to stand in front of Mu Zhao now, I am afraid that they would be forced to kneel down directly under coercion......

Not to mention being the enemy of it!

Chen Kuang's smile suddenly made them feel shocked, and even had a vague sense of self-shame.

Even if Chen Kuang's cultivation was actually not as good as theirs, at this moment, they seemed to see the shadows of those Tianjiao that they had seen and heard in the past!

In contrast, the appearance of the Kunpeng Demon was no less shocking.

But because many people had heard about Chen Kuang's deeds of worshipping the "Lake Dragon King" with his head, there was a feeling of sudden realization at this moment.

It turns out that this "Lake Dragon King" is actually Kunpeng!

They secretly said to themselves, this Chen Kuang, at first everyone thought it was just a small chess piece under Huo Hengxuan's hand, but they didn't expect that now it is becoming more and more mysterious and more and more incomprehensible......

Among these cultivators, the one who occupies the best position of vision is an old man with a jade flute hanging from his waist.

The old man was dressed in a dark purple robe, with a jade-inlaid forehead tied around his head, and if it weren't for the long snow-white hair and fine lines at the corners of his eyes to indicate his age, he would have been dressed like a noble son.

However, even if this old man is quite old, his appearance and temperament are still good, and he must be chic and extraordinary when he is young.

The purple-robed old man sat on top of the stone peak, rubbing the jade flute around his waist, and hesitated:

"If he can survive, he will become a great weapon in the future, plus he has a lot of karma with Brother Mengquan......"

He muttered to himself: "But if you offend the Martial Saint because of this, I'm afraid I will have to pay a lot of price for my Tianyin Pavilion, and the gains outweigh the losses." ”

The jade flute in the old man's hand faintly exuded a faint brilliance, and the mood of following the master flickered brightly and darkly, and it was difficult to calm down.

Suddenly, he frowned again: "Transfer the 'Dao Domain'? Isn't that nonsense?! ”

"No matter how powerful this Chen Kuang is, his physical body is only in the realm of ascending the tower, and the 'Dao Domain' is not just a realm independent of the rules of heaven and earth."

"If you want to control the 'Dao Domain', you must first withstand the changes in the rules yourself."

"If the cultivation strength is not enough, in the end, it will only be swallowed and crushed by the 'Dao Domain'!"

The rules of this world have long been fixed, and people live in them like fish in water.

Fish in the deep sea have long adapted to the high-pressure and dark environment, and once they are fished and enter the shallow water, they will die immediately, and vice versa.

And people, or practitioners, are the same.

"Dao Domain" represents a rule-changing area in which people are like deep-sea fish in shallow water.

There is almost only one way...... That is death.

Even if Chen Kuang was not killed by the Martial Saint, he would be killed by the "Dao Domain".

Finally, the purple-robed old man sighed, and the hand on the jade flute still let go......

……

On the other hand, for the two of Liberty Mountain, the focus is a little different.

Lin Eryou turned his head to look at the grand scene of Kunpeng piercing the clouds in the distance, his pupils constricted, and he couldn't help but stand up:

"This poem ......!"

Zhang Zhizhou was still holding a white child in his hand, which was also hanging in the air at the moment, and his face was a little surprised and strange.

Lin Eryou turned his head and saw the face of his senior brother, and knew that he was not wrong.

The corners of his mouth twitched, still a little uncertain, and said, "Senior brother, Chen Kuang's poem should seem to be true...... It's a fleeting talent, right? ”

Zhang Zhizhou was silent for a moment and nodded.

"Shhhh

Lin Eryou grinned with his teeth, and his image was gone.

But he can't be blamed at all.

He believed that even if the master was here today, he would be stunned when he saw this scene......

There is no other reason, just because the cultivation method of Freedom Mountain is very special, and what is cultivated is knowledge, or in other words, "talent".

Just as the Genshin Dao Gate respects "morality", the Freedom Mountain respects "learning".

The deeper the knowledge, the more recognized by heaven and earth, in this way, you can cultivate a wisp of "talent", so as to obtain and exert all kinds of supernatural abilities.

However, the premise is that it is necessary to carry out "enlightenment" first, so that in addition to knowing the sea, we can separate a "sea of learning" in order to preserve talent.

This is a completely independent system, just like Yin Xiu and Sword Cultivation, each has its own unique set of exercises, and it is impossible to have such a thing as "talent" except for the disciples of Freedom Mountain.

Otherwise, among mortals, there are many people who can directly rely on their own talents to achieve enlightenment.

However, at this moment, a phenomenon beyond cognition has really appeared in front of my eyes.

Chen Kuang, this cultivator who is not a disciple of Freedom Mountain.

The poems in his mouth actually triggered the emergence of a trace of talent!

Lin Eryou was incredible, isn't this just something out of nowhere?

Or is this Chen Kuang actually the illegitimate son of the master and his old man...... Ahem, okay, it's unlikely, but the disciples who secretly collected it outside can't run away.

Zhang Zhizhou was not so surprised, he seemed to remember something, and said in a deep voice:

"It's possible...... Master once told me before that talent is not actually cultivated, but a 'way' opened up by a great power named 'Confucian' in ancient times. ”

"After his death, the 'Dao Domain' and his will were integrated into heaven and earth, and they also turned into one of the rules, so that we, the disciples of future generations, can have 'talent'."

"Otherwise, wouldn't all this 'talent' be created out of thin air?"

Lin Eryou was stunned, it was the first time he had heard this kind of statement.

References......

This is the realm above the saints, and it does not exist in this world.

After the end of the "Battle of Hunting the Heavens" in ancient times, the path declined, falling into turmoil and strife, and the cultivators actually became more and more declining.

After that, almost no one could get a glimpse of the "sparseness" again.

The only cultivator who was once regarded as the closest to the realm of the Void was the Sword Saint who had already sat on the Void Chamber.

It's a pity that in the end, before he died, he couldn't realize the Great Dao.

"The will is fused with heaven and earth......"

Lin Eryou muttered and repeated, and soon figured it out:

"What does Senior Brother mean is that if you can make this 'Confucian' predecessor recognized in the dark, you can also gain 'talent'?"

Zhang Zhizhou nodded, his face serious and calm: "Exactly." ”

Lin Eryou let out a sigh, only feeling complicated, and didn't know what it was like.

In the past, he felt that Chen Kuang was really powerful, but because he had not yet touched on his own unique field, the most he could do was appreciate and envy.

But the meaning of this sentence now, that is to say, Chen Kuang's poem is ridiculously powerful...... It has reached the point where it can be recognized by heaven and earth!

Lin Eryou, as a disciple of the contemporary Freedom Mountain, a leader among the younger generation, suddenly felt a little unbalanced in his heart.

A little itchy at the root of the tooth......

But then again, this poem is indeed too good to be obvious, and Lin Eryou admires it from the bottom of his heart.

Born of sex, arrogant!

"If the wind stops, it can still be dusted but the water is ......"

Lin Eryou looked at the Kunpeng who was swooping down with a complicated face, and said, "Hope is really just a temporary dilemma, so you can't ride the wind." ”

"Smack!"

Zhang Zhizhou suddenly dropped the white piece that had been paused for a long time: "Eryou, it's your turn." ”

Lin Eryou hesitated for a moment, sat back, swept the chessboard, and his face suddenly did not look good.

Zhang Zhizhou's chess strength is amazing, since he was a child, he played chess with Zhang Zhizhou, and he didn't win a few times.

At the beginning of this game, he was restless and had already lost the upper hand.

But before, his sunspot had already recovered some of his advantages, and he was about to take advantage of the victory to chase and turn the tables in one fell swoop.

But when Zhang Zhizhou's white son fell, he realized that the previous advantages were all made by Zhang Zhizhou.

At this moment, Bai Zi, who had been silent, revealed his hideous murderous intentions.

Lin Eryou stared at the straight face, groaning and picking up a sunspot.

Take a deep breath and slowly fall.

……

Chen Kuang's two lines of poetry came out, and "Talking about poetry madness" was passively stimulated immediately!

The sky-high arrogance in this poem, in an instant, turned into a storm and clouds of thousands of miles, supporting the huge body of the Kunpeng, no longer as if it was about to fall straight down as it did just now.

Chen Kuang could feel that this was not actually the senior brother's body, but the entire "Dao Domain" that had been conjured.

On the back of this Kunpeng, Chen Kuang could see that in the huge fish body under the scales, there was no flesh and blood, but an endless sea!

Beneath the sea, there were clouds that floated like a dream.

Faintly, you can see a small boat floating between the sea and the clouds, and the fishing fire on it is shaking, becoming the only warm color in it.

This is the complete form of the "Dao Domain".

When he asked for death before, all the illusions that Chen Kuang saw were just a drop in the ocean.

At the moment when Kunpeng swooped, Chen Kuang felt a huge amount of pressure pouring on his body.

He had a hunch that if he rushed down like this and used the power of the "Dao Domain" to collide with Mu Zhao, he would definitely die first.

However, he is also sure that all the damage he has suffered will be "crossed" to Mu Zhao, plus all the passives that are activated in an instant, it is enough to make the Martial Saint injured!

Perhaps, it's not just the injury!

But after the passivity of "talking about poetry madness" was stimulated, the artistic conception in the poem turned into two forces in an instant.

The first is naturally the indomitable move forward of "Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars to 90,000 miles".

Under the blessing of this artistic conception, the power of the "Dao Domain" of asking for death became more and more condensed, and it could almost be at the same level as itself.

The second is similar to the effect of returning to the light, when the life is about to be exhausted, it can burst out with several times more powerful power.

For Chen Kuang, this could not save his life, but it was enough for him to leave an unforgettable memory for the martial saint.

Between the lightning and the fire.

Kunpeng fell like a cloud, and Chen Kuang finally met the sight of the figure.

I saw the whole picture of the figure—

It wasn't the body of a Martial Saint.

Chen Kuang couldn't help but constrict his pupils.

The figure wasn't very tall, just a sturdy teenager, about six feet tall, or rather, a dark-skinned boy.

The boy was plain-looking, wearing a light green turban on his head, a short dozen on his body, and even several patches on his clothes.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is naturally not the appearance of a martial saint!

This is just another strange young man!

But what was terrifying was that the boy's body seemed to be congested all over his body, revealing terrifying blood-red muscles erupting knots, and blood vessels protruding one after another, wriggling and crawling everywhere on his body like earthworms.

And the moment he raised his head, wisps of blood flowed out of the seven orifices on his face, and a pair of eyes were completely bloodshot, which was very hideous.

The skin on his body was already like a balloon, about to burst open and explode, taking on a translucent form.

Chen Kuang thought of what Shen Liangcai had reminded him, and his heart was shocked, and then he sank.

The Martial Saint body was still in retreat, and there was no way to come out, but he chose to use someone else's body to control it with his own distraction, and let this body gain some power.

But he didn't expect that this martial saint's pretended physical body would be so evil.

Chen Kuang could even vaguely see the pain and struggle that flashed in the young man's eyes......

He still retains his consciousness, and it doesn't do it voluntarily!

At least at this moment, this body, which is completely detached from the consciousness that is occupying him at this moment.

But it was only for a moment, and that look turned cold and condescending.

This look is very familiar to Chen Kuang.

When Li Hongyan looked at him, it was this kind of look.

It seems that the two masters and apprentices are really in the same vein!

Chen Kuang's face also cooled, and he took a deep breath.

Tushi descends to the sky, the seventh!

White Lotus Tuosheng, two dragons bathing Buddha, moon robe......

Under Chen Kuang's body, a white lotus held him up, like a lotus seat under the Buddha, two dragons coiled around his arms, and a mist-like robe fluttered lightly on him.

From a distance, it seems that there is a monk who has attained the Tao and has descended into the world.

But this Buddha did not come to purify sentient beings, but to kill karma!

In his mind, the "Intended Sword" was buzzing, and the high-hanging killing sword was excited, and the dragon gum in front of him had already been hooked by him.

The aura of the whole body is skyrocketing, channeling towards the "Dao Domain" to maintain its operation.

Kunpeng groaned, siphoned the rivers and clouds, and slammed downward!

It's like the sky is falling!

"Mu Zhao" spoke again at this moment, he raised his hand, and said his second sentence lightly:

"I've waited so long, is this your full strength?"

"Mu Zhao" slowly exhaled a sigh and clenched it into a fist: "If Ling is just a cultivator who has ascended the tower, then this has greatly exceeded my expectations. ”

"But if you want to be my enemy, you ...... It's hard to be disappointed. ”

"Today, you can't hurt me in the slightest."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Kuang's pupils constricted, and he felt the alarm bell of "whim", and his qi and blood instantly rushed to his brain, bringing a trace of ...... Instinctive fear!

"Mu Zhao" raised his fist, raised his head and faced Chen Kuang, the sound was like a flood of bells, resounding through the heavens and the earth, rolling like thunder.

"Kill you with just one punch !!!"

Immediately, "Mu Zhao" really only punched.

A punch comes out.

Heaven and earth change color.

In the dark night, there was a light in an instant, tearing the sky and night!

It was as if the whole sky had been shattered!

At the same time, it was shattered, and the huge Kunpeng, its cloud-like wings, and its body that covered the sky and the sun, all collapsed in an instant.

The sea poured down, and the clouds dispersed.

The "Dao Domain" collapsed in an instant.

Chen Kuang's figure passed through the clouds and fell straight from top to bottom, like an insignificant piece of dust.

"Mu Zhao" retracted his gaze, and said coldly with disdain: "Incompetent people, only scheming, actually killed my disciples, and now punish evil cultivators, in order to set an example!" ”

Naturally, this was said to those onlookers.

With that, he turned around and walked away.

"Look at it again...... Who is an evil cultivator? ”

A laughing voice suddenly sounded.

"Mu Zhao" constricted his pupils, turned his head suddenly, but saw Chen Kuang, who had fallen to the ground, patting the dust on his body, and standing up as if nothing had happened, as if he was unharmed.

"You?!" "Mu Zhao"'s calmness finally couldn't be maintained, and a trace of incomprehensible emotion flashed in his eyes.

"......"

A faint voice suddenly came from "Mu Zhao" himself.

He looked down, but he saw his body, and he didn't know when...... One more wound.

His body, which has been stretched to the limit, is like a balloon full of air.

All you need to do is prick it with a needle.

"Poof! Poof! Poof! ”

Many wounds appeared on his body one after another, and all the almost transparent skin burst open, and purple-black blood spurted out of the skin.

All of a sudden, it looked like a shower......

All of these are injuries from Chen Kuang's body!

It's not serious, but it's ...... Enough to humiliate me.

The dignified Martial Saint, seeing such a scene, was stunned, and his face was distorted instantly.

Chen Kuang stood up straight and said coldly: "Today, let's take a good look!" Who is more like an evil cultivator in the end! ”

Suddenly, because the clouds and mist around him had all dissipated, even the mountain peaks were flattened.

The appearance of the shower martial saint clearly fell in the eyes of all the onlookers......

(End of chapter)