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Time passes, and before you know it, more than one hundred and sixty years have passed.

In the Heaven and Earth Alliance, there is a strange place, about a thousand miles in a circle, and the space in it presents a patchwork of fragments, showing a strange beauty, but in the eyes of people who have cultivated to the depths, this kind of beauty is extremely dangerous, if it is a peripheral activity, it can still be used to understand this strange spatial dislocation, once it is too deep, it will be cut into pieces by the powerful space cutting force, and become a part of the fragments.

This is the place of trial for the disciples of many sects of the Heaven and Earth Alliance, but the distance to go deep is strictly controlled by the sect's predecessors, and it must not be half a step deeper.

Even spiritual consciousness can't break through this chaotic space, making it impossible to see what exists in the depths.

Only those who experienced that earth-shattering battle back then knew that there was a monk in a green shirt, a woman in white, a cow, and a butterfly.

This strange space was created by that butterfly.

And this cow and a butterfly have left a very deep impression on many sects, and it can even be said that on the way of cultivation, it is close to the existence of nightmares.

The events of the year gradually faded away, and the embarrassment of the past has also become a memory, and occasionally mentioned, it is no longer a bitter smile, but a happy smile, in the smile, there is even a trace of nostalgia, think about it carefully, the cow and the butterfly back then, in addition to collecting rent, there is nothing else out of the ordinary.

And the figure of the green-shirted monk, although a long time has passed, it still seems to be just yesterday, in their Dao hearts, a fire has been ignited, and it has made the entire Heaven and Earth Alliance's cultivation realm, from top to bottom, have a wisp of flavor that has never been seen before.

That is not afraid of the pride of God, not afraid of life and death, that is the calmness of facing the heart, this kind of taste, they have seen it with their own eyes in the body of the monk in green shirts.

It's just that I don't know whether this green-shirted monk is dead or alive, I only remember that this person was engulfed by the black fog of his own artistic conception back then, and there is still no news.

Chen Nan, the emperor of the Heaven and Earth Alliance, has been in the late stage of the infant transformation since he whipped thousands of miles and cracked the Tower of the Heavenly Dao, and his Dao heart has been transformed, and his cultivation has risen to a higher level, but for more than one hundred and sixty years, he has already entered the late stage of the infant transformation.

Every few years, he would walk into this strange space, trying to get close to the core and learn about Han Shi, but every time, it was in vain.

It's just that he has a dark feeling that Han Shi is the one who was chosen by the teacher and the one who really inherits the mantle, and he will never die like this.

Speaking of which, according to the teacher, the master comes first, although he is the emperor of the Heaven and Earth Alliance, but according to the ranking, he can only be the second junior brother, and Han Shi is the senior brother of the teacher's lineage.

"Han Shi, if you die, I won't be able to find anyone to talk about in this Heaven and Earth Alliance. Chen Nan glanced back at the strange space and left.

This strange space is layered on top of each other, like wrapping zongzi, wrapping the black mist that devours Han Shi in it, and dozens of feet outside the black mist, the sarcophagus of Qingmei contains holy light, as if waiting quietly, waiting for Han Shi to come out of the black fog.

Not far from the sarcophagus, Dao Zhou snorted boredly, glanced at Qingniu, and with a turn of his gaze, there was a bad smile in his little eyes that Qingniu couldn't see.

At this moment, the green cow's injuries have been recovered, and only the broken horns cannot grow again, which also makes Dao Zhou's ridicule of it continue over the years.

Qingniu is psychic, Dao Zhou knows that what he said, Qingniu rarely does not understand, in this way, it is even more Qingniu's kindness, even if Dao Zhou's mouth blooms smallpox, Qingniu only needs to be silent, and Dao Zhou only has dry eyes.

Silence, for Dao Zhou, is the strongest counterattack.

The green ox's eyes looked at the black mist like condensation, it knew that the master was there, it couldn't enter the black mist, but it could wait here, waiting for the master's return.

"It's boring, it's too boring, why don't we play a game, I heard that this game can have the effect of strengthening the Dao heart, and it can pass the time, do you want to play?"

Qingniu retracted his gaze, looked at Dao Zhou, and mooed.

Although the cry of the green ox sounds similar every time, there are subtle differences, and the meaning is difficult to understand if it is not for the same mind.

But Dao Zhou and Qingniu have been together for many years, and they gradually understand the meaning, at this moment they heard the voice of Qingniu, a smile appeared on their little faces, and said: "That's right, playing with the boss is also what the younger brother should do, you listen carefully, the name of this game is called ...... Rock, scissors, paper......"

"Whoever loses, has to learn to duck call, okay, that's it. Dao Zhou's speed of speech was extremely fast, and he didn't give Qingniu a chance to speak at all.

Qingniu was stunned for a moment, for the first time, it was not very clear about what Dao Zhou said, but soon, it gradually understood.

Qingniu lowered his head, looked at his two toes, and fell silent.

There was a faint blankness in the eyes of the green cow, and it seemed to be able to feel that it was ...... again I was pitted by Dao Zhou!

It didn't know what the duck was like, or what it was.

Around the black mist, in the unbroken hundred-zhang space, Dao Zhou laughed triumphantly, echoing endlessly.

"Dao Zhou...... The call of a duck...... Will you?" a vague voice came from behind Dao Zhou.

For more than a hundred years, the ten-zhang black fog that was like condensing ink, still and motionless, was boiling at the moment, and the black mist threads were pulled out of it, as if they had escaped, but they were controlled by an invisible force and forcibly sucked back into the black mist.

As it rolled, the black mist continued to shrink, as if there was a demon beast in it, devouring the black mist.

Dao Zhou and Qingniu were stunned at the same time, a divine light flashed in their eyes, staring at the tumbling black mist.

The voice...... Han Shi, is it finally coming out? Dao Zhou's laughter was filled with joy, and the induction of phantom blood once again appeared in its heart.

But soon, Dao Zhou frowned, just because it had just heard Han Shi's words, and it seemed that there was something to say.

"Could it be that this Han Shi is destined to be my Dao Zhou's nemesis by nature? Such a dead end, I want to see how you rescued the green cow from the fire pit, hum. Dao Zhou glanced at Qingniu and sneered in his heart.

This hundred years of waiting is nothing to it, the last time, it cast the spell of the phantom stone, once it fell asleep, it slept for more than two hundred years, and in the heart of that Xuanwu, the time it was sealed was thousands of years.

On the contrary, it was worried that Han Shi would fall into the endless darkness and find no way back, and now that it saw Han Shi returning, its hanging heart could finally be put down.

"The person who can make an illusory covenant with Lao Tzu is really extraordinary, and it seems that Lao Tzu's vision is indeed unmatched. Dao Zhou landed on the horns of the green bull and shook his head and said.

Qingniu did not respond to Dao Zhou's self-talk, even the misery of learning to call a duck after losing was left behind by it, and at this moment, in its eyes, there was only a strong expectation.

It could feel that the black mist was about to dissipate, and it could no longer conceal the aura of its master.

In that unchanging eternity, in the darkness deeper than death, in the nothingness that lost all the meaning of the world, after the last candle of life was extinguished, Han Shi's body turned into a stone, and disappeared without a trace in that silence.

The endless drifting made the Tai Mo origin, soaking Han Shi's whole body, making him gradually enter a kind of lifeless and deathless Xuan Realm, he had no power to think, not even instinct, only a wisp of Dao power, controlling everything.

This way, the famous stone road!

This is the power in reincarnation, and it is also the deepest power hidden in Han Shi's body, even deeper than the mysterious green candle, it is not only hidden in the depths of the heart, it is between the eyebrows, it is in the fingertips, it is in the laughter, it is in the sorrow, it is in the flesh and blood, it is in the eyes, it is in the hair, it is in the reincarnation.

If Han Shi is there, then it is there, immortal and indestructible, no life and no death, and it cannot erase its imprint.

Stone is the most fundamental power of Han Stone.

The fossil of his body is not dead, but traced back to the source.

It was more than 160 years in the outside world, but for Han Shi, there was no thought about time, and even his name was completely forgotten.

He fell into a dark mind, and only one word remained.

"Stone!"

He is the stone, and the stone is him!

In reincarnation, fate is like the catkins in the wind, at a certain moment, the moment you raise your eyes, fly in front of your eyes.

From then on, you thought that that moment was fate, and it was destined for fate.

But perhaps, that fate is not the catkins that fly by, but the wind that passes in front of your eyes but is ignored by you.

You can't see the wind, you can't see fate, what you see is just countless catkins passing by in life.

Han Shi's life, since he was born, has been related to Shi, but he doesn't know what happened.

But at this moment, Han Shi gradually realized that in reincarnation, he may be a stone, and from then on, he will be associated with the stone from life to life.

Taimo is like a dark sea, in which there is nothing but darkness, and there is darkness.

If it is a living being, it will be swallowed up by this darkness until it turns into nothingness, and only the stone can quietly feel the true meaning of Taimo in this boundless darkness.

Language, in the silence, has lost its meaning.

Han Shi quietly felt the confrontation between the power of the stone path and the power of Taimo, and the invisible sparks produced by each collision made him feel a little more realized in the body that he incarnated into stone.

It was a contest between the most fundamental power of the origin between heaven and earth, and among them, there was a wisp of profound Dao meaning.