The road is facing the sky, and the wind and snow have been set.

In the valley, a peach blossom blooms in the snow that has not yet completely faded, like a stunning embellishment in the desolate world.

"Why did you stand in front of me? Renekton walked slowly, leaving footprints on the muddy ground.

Tang Sanzang, who was riding on the white dragon horse, thought for a moment and replied, "Because I am your master, you are my apprentice. ”

"But if it weren't for Yuding, you would have died, even if I was seriously injured, I would have been better than you could carry it. Renekton said again.

"I have also been confused, hesitant, I have always thought that the western sky is the holy land, and the Buddha is a noble saint. But when I actually met the Buddha, I finally understood that everything was just a dream. Tang Sanzang looked at the sky in the distance, "In life, only things you have never seen will have the most beautiful fantasies about them, and when you really see them, you will realize how ridiculous and unrealistic your so-called fantasies are." ”

"So from now on, I will no longer go on a pilgrimage to the western heavens. Tang Sanzang looked at Reekton, "Maybe what Maitreya Buddha said is right, the Buddha is in the heart, not in the Western Heaven." People are their own Buddhas, and I want to be my own Buddhas, not believers who bow down in front of the Buddhas. ”

If Tang Sanzang's words were heard by the Buddha, he was afraid that he would kill him immediately.

Many 10,000 years ago, there was another person who said the same thing to the Buddha, and that person was called the Golden Cicada. A person who refuses to become a Buddha only believes that the Buddha is the person in his heart.

"Yes. Renekton just replied lightly, he didn't understand the Buddha, and he didn't want to understand. But he knows that the most commendable thing for a person is to abandon what he has always insisted on and choose a path that does not see the future.

Tang Sanzang is undoubtedly on this road. No matter how much hardship lies ahead, no matter what the outcome is, there is no turning back for him.

The cold winter has passed, and the spring breeze has greened the land of Xizhou.

In the past year, so many things have happened, and only those who have experienced these things can feel the heaviness of them. The destruction of the Sect, the ruins of the Demon Kingdom, the actions of the saints, everything happened in just one year, and in the past million years, what happened in this year was definitely enough to change the future of the Three Realms.

The Journey to the West catastrophe is a catastrophe that changes everything. This is the game of Hongjun Dao people, and it is the fate of the Three Realms Heavenly Dao.

The east wind is howling, and the white clouds are long.

Renekton stood on top of the mountain, black broken knife in his hand.

"Pseudo-quasi-saint, isn't it?" said to Renekton, looking at the broken knife in his hand. He knew very well that when he faced the Yuan Shi Tianzun, he forcibly broke through to the quasi-saint, but he was not a real quasi-saint, because he didn't have any moves that belonged to the quasi-saint.

The gap between the quasi-saint and the heavenly realm, in addition to the majestic mana, is above the law.

Although geniuses can comprehend part of the content of the law before the quasi-saints, they can only use it alone. For example, the time acceleration and time deceleration cast by Renekton are just pure time abilities.

And after reaching the quasi-saint, with a complete law, he can integrate the law into his own moves. For example, the Buddha Kingdom in the palm of the Buddha, the Wanbao attack of the Duobao Daoist, the thunder method of Zhang Daoling, the sword technique of the Son of Heaven of Haotian God, etc., are all integrated into the moves, so as to exert the great power of the quasi-saint level.

Renekton slowly raised the broken knife and began to swing it.

Every swing of the knife is a simple action, but Renekton is making a difficult attempt, he wants to integrate his time law into the knife technique, and create an attack that belongs to the quasi-saint.

A knife, swing down.

Another knife, swinging down.

Slash after knife, Renekton stood on top of the mountain like a machine, waving his knife.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, but it does not affect his swing of the knife in the slightest.

"Third Senior Brother, is this crazy?" Zhu Bajie said scoldingly, "We are not in a hurry, but we are here to watch him practice knives every day." "Zhu Bajie, Tang Sanzang and Bailongma lived in a small nearby village, there is a broken temple here for them to borrow temporarily, and the names of the nearby villages are also kind-hearted, giving them some fasting meals every day, Tang Sanzang also preached Buddhism to everyone, and helped people do some Dharma to return.

Tang Sanzang said slowly: "The journey to the west is long, we have been walking for ten years, and we don't care about these few days. ”

Yes, unconsciously, it has been ten years since Tang Sanzang left the Eastern Tang Dynasty. For immortal cultivators, ten years is not a long time, for the entire Three Realms, ten years is even more in the blink of an eye, but for mortals, ten years is too long.

How many decades are there in life?

"Life, even if it is a hundred years, is just a moment. ”

Renekton's knife shuddered suddenly, and the knife didn't seem to move, but a spatial crack had already appeared in front of it.

The time of the sea, and the moment of the moment, is only the difference in quantity, in the face of the vast time, it is a short moment. Reekton had a clear understanding in his heart, and he seemed to have a new understanding of the true meaning of the law of time.

The knife just now was completely swung at a point in time. Wielding a knife is a very simple process in itself, but it is a time period after all.

It's a matter of line vs. point, timeline, point in time. The timeline is easy to understand, time is inherently linear, but the dots are illusory and do not exist.

What Renekton did was to use the laws of time to create this point of nothingness, and to swing a knife in it. This knife, the concept of speed that has been surpassed, can no longer be described as fast. Such a knife move is struck in a time that does not belong to the present, it has no beginning, no end, no process, just a swing.

There is no doubt that no one in the Three Realms can block this sword, because this sword has no process, and there is no time to cast the move, and there is no way to defend it.

Renekton now finally understood that the law of time and the law of space would be the two laws against the sky, and he had simply integrated the law of time into his swing of the knife, and he had already created this kind of undefensible knife move. It's a pity that this move consumes too much mind and mana to use too much, if he can go further and create a more perfect move, it will definitely be enough to be proud of the Three Realms.

"This trick is called the Whisker Style. Renekton looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, and the depression in his heart seemed to have been swept away.

In the ruined temple, Zhu Bajie snored and fell asleep.

"Yulan Yulan, don't go!" Zhu Bajie actually said in his dream, obviously dreaming back to Gao Laozhuang.

A kick was kicked on Zhu Bajie's body, and suddenly Gao Yulan and Gao Laozhuang burst like foam.

"His grandmother's, who dares to disturb my old pig's good dreams!" Zhu Bajie stood up scoldingly, but saw the black-haired and silver-eyebrowed demon king, looking at him with a smile.

Zhu Bajie hurriedly bowed his head and said, "Yes, when I didn't say it." ”

"Gone. Renekton just said lightly.

A group of three people and one horse left the ruined temple and continued to embark on a long journey to the west.

In March, the elegance is just right.

The Qinghe River is ten miles, and the slanting wind is a few feet. At that time, the young man was thin-dressed, the young man was dressed in white, riding a horse and leaning on the bridge, and the building was full of red sleeves. Now I remember the green water bridge, and I don't see the people at the end of the bridge, but I only sigh that the years are like water.

"On the April day in the world, the spring breeze blows and wakes up. Renekton held a wine gourd in his hand and reclined on a low white cloud.

Zhu Bajie wiped the sweat from his forehead and scolded: "This damn ghost weather, is it spring? Why is it so hot?"

Tang Sanzang, who was on top of the white horse, was also sweating profusely and asked, "What kind of place is this, it is clearly an April day, but it is like a furnace in June." ”

Renekton jumped off the cloud and said with a smile: "You haven't been to Xiniu Hezhou, of course you don't know the way. Look ahead!"

Zhu Bajie and Tang Sanzang looked up, only to see that on the line where heaven and earth meet, there is a mountain undulating, this mountain is not ordinary, looking at it from a distance, but there seems to be a heat wave rolling, the mountains are red all over, reflecting half of the sky.

"This place is called Flaming Mountain. Renekton said slowly, "This place is one of the wonders of heaven and earth, legend has it that there are nine immortal springs between heaven and earth, called Jiuyang Spring, distributed in various parts of the Three Realms, the temperature is abnormal, and it is not cold all year round, and the root of these nine Jiuyang Springs is actually this flame mountain." ”

"In ancient times, the ancient clan of the Honghuang was provoked by the god of Haotian to start a war with the demon clan, and the fire god Zhu Rong at that time, the arrow god Hou Yi and the ten golden crow princes fought the law, and triggered the golden crow divine fire and the ten heavenly fires to bombard, and then ignited this mountain, which has a history of millions of years, but has never been extinguished. ”

The group slowly came to a place ten miles away from the Flame Mountain, Zhu Bajie was fine, but Tang Sanzang couldn't stand it anymore, the high temperature formed by the Golden Crow Divine Fire and the Ten Heavenly Flames was not at all something that his mortal body could bear.

At this moment, the Journey to the West list in Zixiao Palace emitted a golden light, and another calamity was released.

All parties in the Three Realms were a little hesitant when they got the plot of this catastrophe. It turned out that the plot this time was actually exclusive to the demon clan's side, but the previous three deputy sect masters teamed up to seize the demon clan's atmospheric luck, but they were forced back by the three-foot Qingfeng of Yuding Zhenren, and now almost no one dares to fight the demon clan's luck anymore.

If you have the courage to face the edge of Juggernaut.

And next to the Flaming Mountain, the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord quietly appeared by Renekton's side and sent the information to Renekton's hands.

"I'm tired. Reekton thanked.

"It's a matter of duty. The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord replied lightly, "For the Demon Kingdom." ”

Yes, for the demon country. Renekton believes that the Hundred-Eyed Lord, who never shows the mountains and the Hundred-Eyed Lord, who is always hidden in the silence and darkness, is a truly great idealist.

After the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord left, Renekton looked at the plot this time, and suddenly smiled bitterly: "This time, things are easy to say, but they are also difficult. ”

"Is that easy or difficult?" asked Zhu Bajie.

"It's very simple for me, but it's more troublesome for Master. Renekton said, telling the two of them what the plot was going to be.