The things that Ji Xiao used to blow the tone of the grass stalk also fell into an eerie stillness when the fat man approached. The fat man's body seems to be a painting, and Ji Xiao's magic river is ink, and when the ink reaches the painting, it naturally stands still, forming patterns one by one.

But in a moment, Ji Xiao understood the fat man's methods.

In front of the fat man is an absolute realm that belongs to the fat man, which is the pure realm of the sword intent, like a world controlled by himself.

It's just that the world is too monotonous and too small.

Compared to the real human world, this realm is just a drop of water in the sea.

Ji Xiao smiled peacefully, and with one hand he concluded a magic seal similar to a treasure bottle seal, which was the magic seal of the first stone statue he saw in Taixuanzong that day, and he came to draw a gourd in the same way.

Although he didn't get the essence of it, Ji Xiao still simulated a trace of the essence of the magic seal in his hand. This is not because he is talented, but because he has deep insights into both the Buddhas and the Devils.

Ji Xiao concluded the seal of law and hammered at the fat man.

This hammer is really indescribably awkward, and the strange evil aura revealed during it is like a sunny day, and suddenly the sky is gloomy, and a gloomy and cold ghost wind is whistling.

The absolutely static realm in front of the fat man was hammered out of a gap by Ji Xiao.

There was a sound like a crackle of glass, and the stagnant river flowed again.

What a beautiful and wide river of vitality, with the vitality of the forest, the waves are running and the waves are flowing.

Ji Xiao's seal is very gloomy, if the darkness in the forest, no one knows what terrible danger is hidden in it.

The fat man faced the energetic river and the dark magic seal that accompanied the river, and his star-like eyes suddenly lit up.

It's been a long time since he killed the Sea Shark King that year, and he hasn't felt such a looming threat of death. The monks of the world are afraid of death, but the fat man is an exception.

He deeply understands that at the moment of life and death, people's spirit, physical strength, and vitality will be at such a brilliant level, because the desire of living beings for life will make their lives extremely sublimated at the moment when life is about to wither.

That kind of sublimated realm is more charming than any fragrance in the world for fat people.

He didn't know what the ultimate power of the world would be, but now he had the answer. Then surpass him.

It's not the first time that the fat man has broken his limits, he has broken his limits countless times in the past to get to where he is at this moment.

He saw Ji Xiao's law, and he also learned the limits of the world.

The joy in the heart is by no means understandable to any outsider.

The fat man lifted the knife, grasped the handle of the knife with both hands, and slashed forward.

The curved blade and straight back of the knife are like half of the full moon in the sky, and at the same time, it also splits the surging river of vitality in half.

The bright sword light is more moving than the moonlight on August 15.

The fat man's sword cut through the river, but he fell into the deep darkness of the seal.

The seal of law gave birth to a whirlpool, constantly pulling the fat man's sword light, to sink him in the eternal darkness of the night.

Ji Xiao's state of mind also turned into pure darkness.

The tone he played became gloomy and sad, the forests of vitality withered, the rivers seemed to carry eternal death, and the sighs of countless creatures floated in them, turning into waves.

Ji Xiao can still control his consciousness, but he can't refuse this darkness, because the darkness seems to be himself.

Everything is fate, everything will end, everything will die.

The power of death burst out from Ji Xiao's body, and the power of the law seal became more and more profound and profound.

The fat man couldn't help but be pulled by Fayin, and his sword light was skewed.

Or rather, the fat man's sword light melted into the dark seal.

He was silent, swinging his sword continuously.

It's just that the invasion of darkness is still inevitable, just like the creatures in the world, there is no way not to die.

But even if people are destined to die at birth, they will not be degraded, because the meaning of life lies not in the end, but in the process.

The fat man's knife light kept slashing forward, and the person was extremely calm and indifferent.

The tip of the knife trembled slightly, and it was not the fat man's hand that began to tremble, but the more delicate knife technique he used. If it is said that being able to carve a word on a grain of rice with the tip of a knife is already an incomparably delicate knife work, then now the fat man's knife light is enough to carve the entire Daozang on a single grain.

Such a skill already has its own god, its own light, and even the darkness of death cannot hide this brilliance.

Ji Xiao's heart invaded by darkness, and a glimmer of light also appeared, which was the appreciation of the fat man.

For Ji Xiao, the fat man showed all the qualities of a top monk. Strong, persistent, calm, focused.

No matter how powerful he is, he should be extremely careful when facing such a monk.

Because such a character only needs a ray of light.

One line, it is enough.

At this moment, a ray of light from the sword light seemed to have torn apart the darkness of the Dharma seal in Ji Liao's hand, making Ji Liao's Fa no longer complete.

Death is fate, but fate is a river.

The river flows downstream, but there are times when it flows backwards.

The fat man is turning his doomed fate against the current.

Ji Xiao slowly closed his eyes, because there was an extremely sharp sword aura imminent.

He closed his eyes that could see through the prohibitions of the world, but he opened the eyes of his heart.

The eye of the heart, the insight into things, is not visible to the naked eye.

That's the feeling of mystery and mystery.

When his eyes were closed, the target of Ji Xiao's insight was not on the fat man, but on himself. What a powerful version of myself.

He had never felt so strong at such an instant, he was not a mayfly between heaven and earth, not an unspeakable summer worm, not a sparrow scurrying up and down among basils.

He is a Fengpeng who can fly 90,000 miles, a kun who travels in the North Underworld, a high mountain, and an ocean.

Even if the fat man has a firm will to move mountains, he only needs a glimmer of light to do everything he wants.

But he is still inferior to Ji Xiao.

Because even if people bring out all their potential and break their limits again and again, they are still human beings, not gods.

Ji Xiao is a god.

His essence is higher than any living being in the world.

Even if the fat man is infinitely close to the level of the immortal Buddha, he is still a human being, and he can't change his essence.

Life is everywhere, it should be like Feihong stepping on the slush.

Ji Xiao waved his arms, and the whole person rose into the air, and then disappeared without a trace.

The fat man's heart sank, this was not any illusion, but Ji Xiao really disappeared.

To be precise, this world is full of seasons.

No one can completely erase their traces, but if there are traces of this person everywhere, the effect is no different from leaving no traces.

Countless sword qi points in the void killed the fat man.

Since the creation of the Lingfei Sect's splitting light and shadow, it is the first time that someone has used this sword technique to such a high level, and has even surpassed the limit of this sword technique itself.

The fat man immediately knew that if he wanted to win, there had to be a miracle.

But can there really be such a miracle in the world?