Chu Cheng raised his head and looked around in confusion.

The sound of the sword sounded very clearly in my ears, but it seemed like I was outside another world.

At the moment when the white-haired man's words fell, something seemed to break open in his heart.

The sword is in the heart..... The sprouts sprout from the depths of their hearts, slowly sprouting.

The next moment, Chu Cheng saw a bright silver light, bursting out in his heart.

What kind of light can it take away the glory of tomorrow? And what kind of sound can it sound on the nine continents?

The disciples of the Ordinary Sect all raised their heads one after another.

They saw that within those three realms, in the chaotic world, they were covered in silver light.

The grass straightened its torso and shone brightly. A grass, a meaning. The ground is full of spring and turned into silver.

In a trance, the four of them came to a world full of silver and white. In this world, there are countless Excalibur floating.

Countless swords, containing countless sword intents, are extremely clear.

"What kind of place is this!" said Shanon, in the midst of the world, full of horror.

The whole world is vast silver, and the whole world is the breath of the sword.

This endless sword intent, with the aura of destruction, contains eight desolations.

Gu Liu and the others were full of shock, looking at the world blankly, revealing this blankness in their eyes.

It's not a realm, it's not a world, because there are no rules here.

The wind rose again.

In the vastness, countless sword intents also began to move.

In the silver world, sword intent came from all directions, and with a fierce whistling sound, it broke through the void.

At this moment, in their hearts, there was a crisp sound, and a more dazzling and more awe-inspiring sword intent broke out of their shells.

The wild silver light is full of meaning, and it is extremely domineering.

The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, roaring in the nine continents. It was as if the entire sky was ignited by these sword intents.

Now. The wind and smoke are clean, and the Tianshan Mountains are colorful.

In their eyes, in the depths of their hearts, there was only that piece of silver light.

Outside, the sound of layers of fragmentation sounded.

Three realms and the void. Quickly disintegrated in this sword intent.

"You've been defeated. The white-haired man spoke again.

In the eyes of those ordinary sect disciples, Chu Cheng closed his eyes and closed his eyes. Motionless, his face was hideous, and he seemed to have fallen into an extremely terrifying dream.

The white-haired man sighed softly and raised his hand to shake it forward.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the silver light dissipated. The clarity of the world was restored again.

In the hearts of Chu Cheng and others. The dazzling silver light also disappeared.

After a long time, Gu Liu was the first to open his eyes.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Although the white-haired man kept his hand, the sword intent in his heart was really domineering, and it directly broke his mind.

Immediately afterwards, Shanon and the others opened their eyes one by one, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out.

"You're strong...... Gu Liu's eyes were full of horror.

So far, the three of them have cultivated the Tao, and they have also met many god-transforming monks, and they have also been fortunate to meet the Holy Void powerhouse.

But those strong people have never made them so frightened.

Perhaps, the Saint Void powerhouse they had seen before would also be broken by this sword intent with one sword.

They had never heard that the Avatar Cultivator would be so strong against the heavens, and one person would defeat three of the same rank in an instant.

A sword intent even broke through a void realm.

Gu Liu instantly understood why the red-nosed old man would teach the three of them the Holy Rank Exercises, the Battle Heaven Technique.

The three of them join forces to form an Void Realm.

The void realm is equivalent to the holy void.

The red-nosed old man wanted them to know that even if they were god-transforming monks, they could kill the Void Strong.

The white-haired man shook his head, but asked, "Do you know what a god is?"

Gu Liu and the others were stunned, not knowing why this white-haired man would ask such a question.

Nu Jiaoniang wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, thought for a while, and said: "The baby becomes a primordial god, and he is a god." ”

The white-haired man shook his head and chuckled.

Shanon spoke: "Feeling the artistic conception and becoming a realm of its own is to transform into a god." ”

The white-haired man looked up at the sky for a long time. Only then did he speak: "This person's life is my generation of gods." ”

Gu Liusan frowned, confused when he listened.

"Mortals have a lifetime, but my generation of monks has a long lifespan, this life has not passed, how can I come from this life?" At this time, Chu Cheng woke up, although he was still in the aftermath of the previous scene, when he heard the words of the white-haired man, he couldn't help but ask.

"In my life, I have two reincarnations. The white-haired man shook his head. He added: "The artistic conception is not the domain, nor the outside, but the inside." ”

"The reason why I was able to defeat the three of you alone is not because I am too strong, but because you are on the wrong path. ”

"On the wrong path!"

"Inside and not outside...... Gu Liu suddenly raised his head, remembering the previous scene of the silver light world, and his heart seemed to have some enlightenment.

After a long time, the three of them took a deep breath, clasped their fists and bowed, "Thank you!"

The white-haired man showed them a clear way.

"You have become gods, but there is still a chance to make amends, and it is up to you whether you can follow the right path or not. At this moment, the old man with the red nose spoke.

"There are many god-transforming monks in this world who have taken the wrong path, and if they take the wrong step, they will take the wrong step. Even if you are lucky enough to form the Void Realm, you still can't defeat it in front of the Avatar Cultivator who has embarked on the right path. The red-nosed old man sighed.

How many monks have taken this wrong step throughout the ages?

The white-haired man looked at Chu Cheng and said softly: "The senior's visit to me this time is ordinary, but it is for this little friend." ”

The red-nosed old man nodded and said, "Indeed, the old man wants him to experience the true artistic conception." ”

"I see, but what I don't understand is that he is only in the foundation building period, why should he experience my artistic conception?" the white-haired man said in confusion.

As soon as these words came out, the faces of Gu Liu and the others changed.

They never thought that Chu Cheng's cultivation was only in the foundation building realm.

If you can break through the soil realm of Xia Nong, how can you only build the foundation realm?

"He already has his own will, sword intent. Experiencing the true artistic conception too early is a good thing for him. In the future, there will be fewer detours. ”

"Amazing!" the white-haired man exclaimed, "Lucky too." ”

It is indeed remarkable, and the comprehension of the foundation realm is a rare genius in this world.

Gu Liusan glanced at Chu Cheng deeply, and was convinced in his heart. With this kind of anti-heaven qualification, he will definitely go further than them in the future.

It's just that what is the luck that the white-haired man is talking about?

If it is said that Chu Cheng comprehended the artistic conception so early, this does not mean that he is lucky.

Because there is no shortage of geniuses in this world, and there are many people who have understood their intentions very early, but they still make mistakes.

"As you said before, this sword intent is your first artistic conception, so let the second artistic conception be used now. The red-nosed old man spoke again.

"Two artistic conceptions!! Gu Liusan's hearts were shocked, and it was the first time he heard that someone had two artistic conceptions.

"They can't bear this artistic conception of mine. The white-haired man shook his head.

"Fart! There's an old man here, even if the pervert comes in person!

The white-haired man still shook his head and said, "They can't bear it." ”

"However, this little friend can. ”

"Why?" the red-nosed old man heard and became a little interested.

"The three of them, although they took the wrong path, they still achieved the transformation of gods after all, and the Dao foundation has been stabilized. But this little friend has not turned into a god, and he is still like a blank piece of paper. So, I say lucky. I just don't know if this little friend dares to try it for himself?"

"I dare!" Chu Cheng stepped forward and said with a straight face.

In his depths, he felt that this was a great opportunity, and with this opportunity, his path to becoming a god in the future would be greatly shortened.

"Very good!" the white-haired man snorted softly and said, "This artistic conception in the next place is called loneliness!"

The next moment, the white-haired man suddenly opened his eyes.

This glance is like a wasted old man! This meaning comes from his eyes.

The reason why the white-haired man closes his eyes all year round is precisely because his eyes are open!

In the sky, a few white clouds slowly floated, burning at this moment.

The burning clouds triggered the setting sun. All kinds of things poured out.

At the moment when the white-haired man opened his eyes. In his pupils, countless images were reflected.

In the picture, the sunset is the same. A pear blossom tree fell pear blossoms, and the pear blossoms melted into the water, bringing a little water wave.

The water waves scattered, and the light was sparkling.

.......

The clouds lit up the sky, and it was dusk. Suddenly, the road was bright, as if the morning sun of tomorrow was rising in advance.

The white-haired man closed his eyes again, and this time, the burning clouds were extinguished in an instant.

It was dusk again, as if he had been pulled back into the world by the white-haired man.

"Staring!"

Chu Cheng suddenly heard a soft sound, like the sound of raindrops breaking through the clouds, and like a twilight song from afar.

It was as if he had come to a world again. A world that doesn't belong to him.

Again...... It seems to be his world.

Chu Cheng heard the cry of the child, which belonged to the sound of breaking when he landed.

He wondered why he was here, as if he had forgotten who he was, and as if he knew who he was......

In a ruined temple, a woman's face was pale and colorless, and her eyes were wide open, as if she was trying to look at something.

The woman lost her life, and when the sound of the broken tick landed, she was cut off from life.

Only, with a smile on her pale and colorless face.

Underneath the woman was a pool of blood, and in the midst of this pool lay a baby.

The moonlight shone in from the ruined temple and imprinted on the baby's face.

This baby is beautiful, but deep in this baby's eyes, there is some confusion.

He didn't know who he was or why he was here.......

He is Chu Cheng.

From the moment the baby broke to the ground, it was he who came into this world.

It's just that when he came into the world, he forgot about himself.

Outside the temple, there was a violent storm. It's a rainy season.

Not far away, a voice sounded. It was the sound of splashing in the mud.

Something was approaching this ruined temple.

Is it dangerous? If it's a wild animal, then the child will be its food.

The sound is getting closer. Finally, something ran into the ruined temple.

Luckily, it's not a beast, it's a man.

A beggar.

(After writing this chapter, I was really tired and fell asleep....) I always feel that I am playing a single machine, and every reader is bubbling up on the side of Zongheng Chinese Network, and they are about to run out of motivation. Alas, the next chapter will be on later. ”