In the wasteland, after Longqing was destroyed by Ning Que's arrow, he was discouraged, and even tried to give up his faith and walked into the deep night, but he did not die after all and failed to really throw himself into the arms of the Hades, and it was that desperate experience that made him understand that simple words or deeds are not real betrayal, as a staunch believer in Haotian, to erase the awe and belief in Haotian from the depths of his heart can be said to be the most difficult thing in the world, just like to dispel the light from the sky.

Long Qing knelt in front of the half-cut Taoist and said, "Haotian's will is too strong, it has long exceeded my will, and I don't know how to erase it at all.

The half-cut Taoist asked, "What is Haotian's will?"

Long Qing thought about the dialogue between the Lord and himself on the Nanhai boat, and said: "Haotian is omnipresent, omniscient, and everything in the world is under Haotian's control, so our mind is Haotian's will. ”

Banjie Daoist didn't expect him to have such a deep understanding of Haotian's will, nodded with a little appreciation, and said: "The six minds are the subjective presentation of Haotian's will, but things must have two sides, and Haotian's will also has its objective side, have you ever perceived it?"

Long Qing felt slightly confused, thinking to himself that Haotian's will in the objective category, wouldn't that be Haotian's divine law ontology?

"Haotian has no size, and has infinite size, when it is big, it is like countless seas, and when it is small, it is like sand and gravel broken into ten thousand pieces. Haotian has no shape, and there are countless shapes. Sometimes it is a man, sometimes it is a tree, sometimes it is a mountain, sometimes it is a sea, sometimes it is a sun, sometimes it is the world. ”

The eyes of the half-cut Taoist drooped slightly, and his deadwood-like face seemed to be plated with a layer of holy divine radiance, and his voice was ruthless, as if these descriptions of Haotian were not out of his mouth, but originally existed in this world, but his voice appeared in the cave.

There is no description of Haotian in the Xiling canon, because in the teachings, any attempt to describe Haotian is an extremely disrespectful act of blasphemy, and it was the first time that Longqing had heard someone describe Haotian positively at this time, although these descriptions seemed simple, but it made his Dao heart begin to tremble violently.

It made his Dao heart tremble, not only because he heard Haotian's image of the ontology of the divine law, but also because he finally confirmed the fact that this disabled old Dao who only had half of his body left on the couch had indeed broken through the Five Realms!

Because only cultivators who have broken through the Five Realms and entered the Heavenly Apocalypse Realm can be lucky enough to witness Haotian's divine law ontology with their own eyes, and only these people are allowed to describe Haotian's image positively!

And a Dao Sect senior in the realm of the Apocalypse was actually cut off half of his body with a sword, and Long Qing couldn't help but feel more and more terrifying that the master of the academy and Ke Haoran were extremely terrifying!

The half-cut Daoist seemed to know what Long Qing was thinking at this time, and slowly opened his eyes and said: "No matter what shape Haotian appears in the world, it must be grand, solemn, solemn, and self-evidently great, and we can't be great, we can only be strong." ”

"The reason why those powerful and lowly unbelievers in the academy were able to completely erase Haotian's will was because they had never truly believed in Haotian from the very beginning, and it was difficult for Daomen disciples to do this, so I would like to tell you Haotian's true description at this time. ”

Long Qing's voice trembled slightly and asked, "Why do you want to sue me for this?"

"Because since you can't erase Haotian's will, then you have to try to forget jì, and you didn't know what Haotian was before, how can you forget jì?"

The half-cut Taoist looked at him and said, "Only if you know first, then you can forget it." ”

Long Qing pondered, bowed his head and fell into a long silence.

I don't know how long it took, the night pearls on the stone walls of the cave were bright and bright, and the white wolf hair on the soft couch swayed gently in the wind, and he finally raised his head with a calm expression.

With a hint of anxiety, the half-cut Taoist asked, "Have you ever forgotten?"

"Hahahaha!"

The half-parted Taoist laughed, excitedly reaching out to slap his thigh, venting the pain and despair and waiting for so many years.

A palm slapped into the wolf's fur, and Lao Dao remembered this fact that he had not forgotten jì for many years. He's long gone, and he doesn't have an ass. He was now just a poor deformed old Taoist priest with only half of his body left, so he cried out loud in agony.

The ghost-like crying reeds kept ringing in the quiet cave.

Long Qing's expression was calm, watching Lao Dao beat his chest and wrists like a madman, and even occasionally strangled himself by the throat until his face was flushed, until the ugly voice of crying and laughing gradually stopped, and then said, "My natal object is a peach blossom." ”

There was a peach blossom on the chest of the robe in front of him, a black peach blossom.

Lao Dao squinted slightly, looked at him and asked in a dumb voice, "Why peach blossoms?"

Long Qing said calmly: "When the disciple was not confused, he never set his natal object, and later when he was studying in the Heavenly Oracle Academy, I heard the story of the master who went to Xiling to cut the peach blossoms, and from then on, I vowed to let the peach blossoms bloom all over the world of Haotian, so the peach blossoms became my destiny." ”

Hearing these words, Lao Dao's eyes became more and more strange when he looked at him, but Long Qing's expression became more and more calm, and he said with a smile: "At the beginning of the Dao, my ideal was to lead the Haotian Dao Sect to completely defeat the academy Di Some This year, with so many things happening, especially because of the appearance of Ning Que, my thoughts have become more direct and firm, and my life will be dedicated to the great cause of destroying the Miè Academy and the Tang Kingdom." ”

Lao Dao looked into his eyes, saw a lot of things, and said, "Very good." ”

As soon as the words fell, Lao Dao slammed his palm on Long Qing's left chest, and a powerful force gushed out from his palm, instantly penetrating his muscles and ribs, and piercing his heart!

Long Qing's face suddenly turned pale, and the tips of his eyebrows were raised like a sword, looking extremely painful, but he didn't think about dodging at the beginning, and he didn't try to escape from this thin and terrifying palm at this time, because he knew that the realm difference between himself and Lao Dao was like heaven and earth, and no matter how he dodged and escaped, it was in vain, and he firmly believed that Lao Dao had described Haotian before and let himself forget about Haotian, not to slap himself to death with one palm.

The thin palm of the half-cut Taoist seems to be like a blue lake that has been erected and shrunk many times, and there is an extremely quiet breath condensed on the palm of the hand, which is as viscous as the lake water, but it gives people a sense of openness, which makes people can't tear it apart, and they don't want to tear it apart.

"Your eyes are too black and white. ”

The half-cut Taoist stared at Long Qing's eyes and said, the expression on his withered face could not tell whether he was crying or laughing.

Long Qing's body trembled slightly, and confirmed from Lao Dao's words that he was not wrong, and his expectations were really about to become a reality, he looked at Lao Dao's eyes, and was occupied by gratitude and shock.

In an instant, his black and white eyes gradually underwent extremely strange changes, the line between black pupils and white kernels gradually blurred, the black pupils became more and more pale and white, and the color of the white eyes became darker and darker, closer and closer to each other, until they were about to become completely uniform gray.

As Long Qing's eyes turned gray, a powerful attraction penetrated from his sea of qi, sucking the half-cut Daoist's thin palm tightly on his left chest.

Half of the Daoist had already foreseen, and the expression on his face did not change in the slightest, and in a moment, the lake contained in the palm of his thin hand turned into a vast ocean, which poured ferociously into Longqing's body.

Long Qing trembled violently, the corners of his lips began to seep blood, and the amines in his body appeared wounds that could not be seen by the naked eye, and his eyes were also covered with bloodshots, but in the blending of black and white, they were gradually washed into a monotonous and palpitating gray.

He slowly closed his eyes.

A Heavenly Apocalypse powerhouse who has exceeded the Five Realms, even if he is seriously injured, even if it is only half of his mental power, it is still not a gift that the current Longqing can easily accept.

At this moment, Long Qing felt that his body was like a skin filled with wine, and it was about to burst open the next moment, he felt that his chest was already bulging like a mountain, and the next moment it was about to collapse, and he felt that the internal organs in his body had already been destroyed by the powerful aura into minced meat.

Fortunately, he forcibly maintained a trace of clarity in his Dao heart, and woke up at the moment before the disillusionment came, recalling that the perceptions, consciousness, experiences, knowledge, and mental powers he had endured at this time were all formless and insubstantial, and all of this qiē were illusions, and his body had not undergone any changes.

He knew he had to endure this pain in order to have a new life.

A more powerful new life.

The wrinkles on Lao Dao's face seemed to have become deeper, and then seemed to have become shallower, leaving only half of his body, leaning forward slightly on the side of the couch, his face and Longqing's face were extremely tight, looking at Longqing's eyes closed, struggling to support, and said with a smile: "Suck more, suck more." ”

His laughter was very ugly, his smile was very weird, full of love, and full of greed, and he felt extremely deformed and perverted, like an old demon in the night mountain village, feeding his eldest son.

At this moment, there are dozens of extremely powerful breaths, penetrating the hard stone wall, quietly coming to this cave, each powerful breath, representing the Daomen powerhouses in a cave on the peak of this mountain, these Daomen powerhouses, did not interfere with this strange transmission, but silently paid attention, you can detect that these breaths are very calm, but they hide extremely complex feelings.

Long Qing didn't know anything about it.

A strange crimson of excitement appeared on his pale face, and a popping sound came from his unending throat, like a newborn young beast, with his eyes closed, frowning, desperately sucking the qiē milk he could suck, satisfied to the extreme, and intoxicated to the extreme.

Lao Dao looked at Long Qing, and his face also showed a smile of satisfaction and intoxication, maybe he was too excited or some other reason, the waist cavity that was cut open by the sword began to seep blood outward, wetting the snow-white mattress.

"Suck more. ”

"Don't be in a hurry. ”

Suddenly, the smile on Lao Dao's face disappeared in an instant, he stared at Long Qing, his voice was as cold as steel, and said: "What I gave you, you can only ask for it, if I don't give it to you, you can't rob it." ”

Long Qing's eyes were still closed, as if he couldn't hear him.

It's really like a hungry cub.