Chapter 133: Heavenly Court

"Fallacious reasoning!"

Wen Qiu held the gun.

He leaned against the empty place, his brow furrowed deeply, and spoke in a low voice.

Ye Bai looked at it indifferently.

He sighed and said, "You should understand what I mean, right?"

Wen Qiu thought for a while and said: "Although there is some truth, it is still a fallacy, immortals are immortals, Confucianism is Confucianism, and demons are demons, how can they be confused." ”

After Wen Qiu finished speaking.

ignored Ye Bai, but turned directly towards the broken door in front of him, which revealed the illusory shadow of a high gate.

It has the word Nantian written on it.

It looks extremely sophisticated.

Wen Qiu walked over, and he didn't know how to do it.

Ye Bai looked at it.

didn't say anything, looked around, silently noted down the scene, and then waited for a while before walking inside.

There's so weird about it.

Ye Bai wasn't sure if what was in front of them now was illusory or real.

So make a note of it first.

Ye Bai walked in.

A breath of vicissitudes is coming.

Ye Bai looked around.

Surrounded by shattered jet-black walls, which looked like traces of many years, the walls were extremely tall, and you could see the intricate colors and the faint black things painted on them, which looked like some kind of writing.

Ye Bai must look up under this city wall.

The walls were connected to seal off the surrounding space, but in the middle was a huge gate.

It can be said that it is the same thing as the door.

The whole gate is still much higher than this city wall, and the whole door is full of colors, surrounded by pitch-black lines, densely extending towards the top, and constantly forgetting to extend

The whole door is the same color.

Not black.

Rather, it's a kind of brown.

It looks like something is pouring on it.

It seems to have been poured with molten iron.

Ye Bai looked up.

Found in the brown depths, it was a bloody color.

Wen Qiu is down there.

Sit cross-legged.

Like an ant, it is already extremely small compared to the city wall, but compared to this gate, the person below this is really like a grain of dust, so small that you can't even see it, looking up at the door above.

The word "Giant South Sky" on it.

Extremely domineering.

It seems to fall from the sky.

The whole person looked upward.

Suddenly there was a feeling of insignificance, as if everything did not exist under this door.

Wen Qiu sat in a circle.

In front of him was a pitch-black gun, and the top of the gun was pitch black.

The tip of the gun shook.

There was a burst of trills.

Make a hissing sound.

It seems to be like the roar of a cobra.

Ye Bai glanced at it and understood what Wen Qiu was doing.

Wen Qiu is baptizing himself with the momentum on this door.

He wants to use this vicissitudes of life to baptize his black gun, and once this gun can pass this baptism, then it will be able to be reborn successfully.

Even Wen Qiu was able to contain a trace of vicissitudes from here in this shot.

A little vicissitudes.

It will be an extremely big improvement for future marksmanship.

Not every monk can experience the vicissitudes of life, the vicissitudes of life, and the time, but once they have experienced time, then the marksmanship will be different, and the state of mind will be different.

The mood is different.

Then when the gun is shot, it will be more powerful and powerful

Competent.

A little bit of strength is enough to kill a man.

It can be said that at Wen Qiu's level, it is already extremely difficult to have a little breakthrough

So it's a coincidence.

If Wen Qiu can grasp it, he can be more powerful

Ye Bai watched.

I also admired Wen Qiu's courage a little.

Because if this fails, there will be a result, then it is death, and the whole person is washed away by the vicissitudes of life and dies, and no longer exists

The black glow on the gun gradually stretched out.

It spreads into the distance.

Circles of black, constantly extending into the distance, the whole black is beginning to extend into the distance, the black spear continues to swallow the surrounding vicissitudes of life, and it seems to be constantly confronting the surrounding vicissitudes of life.

Later.

The black light on the gun began to cover that little bit of vicissitudes.

Then the gun began to tremble.

Constantly trembling.

Buzzing.

Keep screaming.

Cuts began to appear on the gun

Wen Qiu's seven orifices were all bleeding.

But the black aura and the vicissitudes of life are still entangled.

Black breath.

Vicissitudes of life.

In the end, it slowly condensed into a ball.

It seems to be the shape of a yin-yang fish.

Wen Qiu seemed to be caught in some kind of shackle, and the corners of his mouth kept muttering: "Divide, close, devour." How the hell, marksmanship, marksmanship, guns"

Ye Bai was silent.

Wen Qiu was crazy in the end.

The gun began to crack.

Make a gabba gaba sound.

The color of the whole gun has also changed from the extremely pure pitch black to a light brown, the color that has been baptized by the vicissitudes of life, but it can't completely become such a color, because after completely becoming this color.

Then Wen Qiu's gun will not exist.

Now Wen Qiu is already integrated with the gun.

Wen Qiu's gun is gone.

Then he himself would no longer exist, and he would truly merge with this breath

Ye Bai watched.

In the end, I couldn't help it.

Whispered.

"Everything has a way, like a dream, like dew and electricity, and should be seen as such. ”

Wen Qiu is in a state of forgetting things and self at this moment, and is in a state of emptiness and chaos, in this state, he has already fallen into the same kind of obstacle of seeing and understanding as the little monk who practiced closed-mouth meditation back then.

So the more tangled.

It's just that the more confused you are.

The more you will fall into madness.

Once it goes on like this, then it is the madness that martial arts people say, that is, once the heart demon and the heart demon are extended, then it will not die.

At this moment, Ye Bai's words were finished.

Wen Qiu suddenly became a whole person.

They all trembled for a moment.

The seven orifices bleed incessantly.

Then the whole person suddenly giggled, but Ye Bai was relieved when he saw this.

Let the demons haunt you,

It's always after the demon is suppressed compared to this.

The heart demon kept laughing wildly, and the whole gun was completely shattered, but after ten breaths, the traces of the shattering on the entire gun began to slowly fade, and the whole gun began to extend to the back, a little bit black, that was the soul of this gun.

The soul of this gun.

Gun Soul.

Once it emerges.

Then everything will be fine, which means that Wenqiu will not be confused, sometimes, life is the same, in fact, everyone is like this, once you fall into some kind of madness, some kind of shackles, you don't dare to face it, you don't dare to accept it.

Then it will sink deeper and deeper.

But once let go.

Even put it aside, it will hurt when you fight, but then you will find that there is nothing, and the most painful thing is just that.

This is the case with Wenqiu at this moment.

The tip of his gun moved.

It was a little free

Sizzle.

In an instant, it became entangled in the mass.

Wen Qiu raised his head.

Looking at Ye Bai, there was a little respect and gratitude in his eyes, but then he faded away, he didn't seem to want to have feelings, but in this world, who can really not have the slightest feeling, too forgetful, but just suppress all the feelings of the Taishang.

Ye Bai knew such thoughts.

For him.

It's just a gesture.

He looked into the distance and threw his sword in that direction.

Wen Qiu watched.

Suddenly I was a little worried.

He thought that Ye Bai was a little too much.

Because of his gun, he thinks that it has reached a limit, and he is close to giving birth to a gun soul, but Ye Bai's sword is much worse than him, and he is moving slowly with his sword now, otherwise it is not possible if it does not surface.

He relied on his own breath to be able to resist the baptism of this vicissitudes of life.

But Ye Bai used all his breath to bear with this sword.

So he was a little worried about Ye Bai's sword, he thought that Ye Bai's state of mind was much higher than him, but the rest of the things were much, much worse.

Therefore, Wen Qiu adhered to the warning of Ye Bai's behavior, so he reminded: "That vicissitudes of life, it seems to be more ancient, not that ordinary breath, but a more powerful breath, if you can rely on the breath to bear it, then you must be able to, but your sword, I'm afraid it is a little difficult, even if it succeeds, it will not be able to be used, and it will even hurt the vitality, some are not worth it."

Wen Qiu's words were not finished.

Just shut your mouth.

The pitch-black sword in front of him actually wandered in the vicissitudes of life, like a black dragon, constantly turning his body and twisting wantonly.

Vicissitudes of life.

wanted to melt in, wanted to assimilate Ye Bai's sword.

But Ye Bai's sword felt that this was a great irony.

Unexpectedly, he rose against the current in an instant, and he didn't stay under the Nantianmen directly, but went upstream, walked through the past in an instant, and then stopped at the words Nantianmen, which was the vicissitudes of life, which was also the most domineering of the momentum of the entire Nantianmen.

Wen Qiu watched.

Didn't say anything for a long time.

In the end, he forced out a few words and said, "Your sword is made of that kind of Heavenly Divine Stone." ”

Ye Bai smiled suspiciously.

"The blacksmith of two coins melted for three days. The fire used still looks good. ”

Wen Qiu's face was stunned.

Some can't accept it.

A mortal sword can be trained to such an extent