In such a short period of time, even if a cultivator wants to use his spiritual power to resist, he is afraid that it will be too late, right?

His last remaining thought was what he thought. Pinshu mobile terminal

But then there was a bang, but it annihilated his original expectations......

The old man didn't move, he just closed his eyes slightly, sighed, and said softly, "Duh." ”

It's just one word, but it shook everyone, like a landslide!

A terrifying force slammed into Wu Ting, and even the flames on his body were shattered into dots.

The axe had already been taken off, and Wu Ting, whose eyes were dark, flew out in a resolute gesture, slamming into the stone pillar of the main hall, and by the time he fell, he was already bleeding from seven orifices, and his whole body was convulsed.

In fact, when the old man spit out that word, the muscles and bones of his whole body had been broken because of the violent shock, and now he was blind, and there was only darkness in front of him, and he wanted to reach out to the old man, but he felt that this body was completely out of his control.

His lips trembled, his throat was like a broken bellows, and he wanted to say something.

"Saint...... Sage ......"

Then he was bleeding all over his body, and he died silently under the pillar.

I don't know if at his last moment, he was glad that he died so simply and did not continue to endure the pain of burning his body.

Li Si shook his head and took his gaze back from Wu Ting, he had seen Wu Ting in Lu Ming's cottage, but Wu Ting's life or death didn't matter to him, he just thought with a little irony: Zhao Ziyun, the famous silver spear general who stood at the peak of martial arts back then, had to spend a lot of effort to get close to the master, let alone such an ordinary mountain bandit who had not even broken the three realms?

And everything in this hall was vigorous, and quietly returned to silence, during this time, Qin Ke stood in place, without moving a single step.

During the whole process, he was like a stone sculpture, whether it was when the forbidden army was burned, or when the martial arts court launched the final blow to the old man, he didn't hear it.

But it's not that he doesn't want to move.

He was suppressed by something invisible.

The old man's eyes looked over slowly, and his eyes were so kind, but his heart was immediately full of fear.

I remember that in the Taixue Hall Library, he had also read some classics about spiritual cultivators, after all, whether it was Wang Xuanwei who was seen in the tomb of King Ye, or the blind erhu old man he saw in Jianye City, they all left an indelible impression in his heart.

The Xuanweizi in Wang Xuanwei's hand and the small sword manipulated by the blind old man with an erhu have always been a little mysterious in his eyes.

He is not proficient in spiritual cultivation, and with his temperament, it is difficult for him to sit and meditate for ten years, constantly temper his spirit, and he has never had the idea of cultivating the spirit, but since he decided to embark on this thorny path to find his master, he knows that the battle with the cultivator is inevitable, so he must know more about the spiritual cultivator.

He knew that spiritual cultivators did not have the same "three realms of bone marrow" as qi and blood cultivation, they had other three realms: "no man's realm", "no self realm", and "no sentient beings realm", and the three realms did not have as strict boundaries as qi and blood cultivation, let alone the cultivation of qi and blood cultivators, step by step, as if climbing a mountain, would eventually climb to a high point.

The spirit of cultivation has no beginning and no end.

Countless people, sitting and meditating for more than ten years, may have gained nothing, but one night, they saw a bright moon, so there was no one else in their hearts, and there was no self.

This is the state of selflessness.

There are also countless people, from the very beginning of the spiritual cultivation, they have made steady progress and achieved both things and self, but it is difficult to go up one step in their lives.

This kind of power that is completely invisible and untouchable, when cultivated, seems to be really invisible and untouchable.

But there are some things that he can still have a simple judgment about.

Just like the blind old man, setting up a barrier with his spiritual power to resist his own attack is enough to prove that he has entered a no-man's land, and even in the case of external interference, he can still flexibly use his spiritual power.

And like Wang Xuanwei, with a flicker of his eyes, he set up countless layers of barriers in front of him, and even could temporarily block Gao Changgong's thunderous spear stab, at least above the realm of selflessness, and considering that he could control the dense Xuanwei Zi like a swarm of bees with the power of one person, maybe his strength was higher than he thought.

But what is it now?

Qin Ke felt his immobile body, he knew that even though spiritual power could draw a barrier to resist others, it was difficult to directly act on others and control other people's bodies, after all, to create a shield, it only needed to knock out a flat plate, and if you wanted to make a pair of shackles, the process was much more complicated.

So even Wang Xuanwei has never used such a technique, not necessarily because he can't use it, but because this kind of thing is too laborious and thankless.

But that's not the case with the old man.

He has suppressed himself from the beginning, and while suppressing himself, he can even burn the forbidden army with flames with a heavy weight, and shock the martial arts court to death with a "duh", what kind of realm does this have to be?

Is there no realm for all beings?

Or is it higher......

He thought of the word "saint" that Wu Ting's lips trembled before he died, and a chill ran down his spine and straight to his skull.

Sages, even among spiritual practitioners, this term is just a legend, and many spiritual practitioners even believe that there is no such realm in this world.

Qin Ke wasn't sure whether what Wu Ting said was right or wrong, but at least one point, the old man did have the strength to kill him with his hands and feet.

"Li Si. The old man said softly.

"Yes. Li Si nodded.

The footsteps of another group of people gradually came from the main hall, it was the same group that had just separated from the old donkey, probably hearing a strange noise coming from here, and they leaned in this direction.

The old man raised his eyes slightly, Li Si understood, bowed his hands in a salute, and then turned around and disappeared into the shadows.

As Li Si disappeared, Qin Ke suddenly felt that his body had become able to move again, but it had been suppressed for too long and seemed a little stiff.

He should have run away, but reason told him that there was no point in doing so, and that he could move now, only because the old man had loosened the "shackles", and it was not difficult to put a new shackle on himself as long as he wanted to.

The lamps and candles lit by the forbidden army before were not long, but after a while, they had gradually bottomed out, and a few of them were directly extinguished.

But the torches scattered on the ground and the remaining candles still illuminated the old man's eyes, and Qin Ke saw tiredness, compassion, indifference, and kindness in them...... But I can't see a little killing intent.

The old man took a step forward, looked at Qin Ke with a smile, and asked, "Child, what's your name?"

"I'm ......" Qin Ke coughed, but he still didn't forget to cover it up at this time, and hurriedly said: "My name is Dong Dabao......"

"Nope. You don't call Dong Dabao. The old man shook his head slightly, looked at Qin Ke dodging his gaze, and laughed softly: "Are you afraid of me?"

"No...... Afraid. Qin Ke naturally knew in his heart that he was scared to death now, but even if he confessed that he was scared at the moment, what was the point.

"Don't be afraid, I'm just an old man who is dying. The old man's voice was soft, as light as a feather.

An old man who is dying?

Qin Ke sniffed the smell of coke in the air, the flame was so strong that he couldn't smell the stench that the corpse should have when it was burned, Qin Ke couldn't let go of his fear in his heart, how could a person who could do all this be an old man who was about to die?

Of course, he didn't dare to say such words as "Oh......", so he could only nod his head in response, hoping that this unfathomable old man could let himself go.

The old man also seemed to see Qin Ke's insincerity, but he didn't feel annoyed at all, and smiled very patiently: "It's okay, you still don't understand." ”

"What do you understand?" Qin Ke raised his head, a little puzzled.

The old man stood up straight, Qin Ke only then found that he was more than a head taller than himself, although he was thin, but like a straight bamboo, his eyes fell on the "armillary sphere" that was constantly running behind him, and the sound of the gurgling gear machine was endless, and his eyes showed a little relief.

"Our Encounter...... Maybe it's an inevitability. He spoke slowly.