MTL - The Path Toward Heaven-v8 Chapter 61 I am Liu 10 years old

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This is the fate he chose for mankind.

All human beings choose to die, turn into soul form by some kind of secret method, and then enter the three thousand worlds of the big nirvana.

Whether it is the dark spores or the dark energy itself, all are infested with living beings, turning them into monsters whose life and death are unknown. If a living body like humans abandons the body directly and becomes an invisible and immaterial existence, how can it be infiltrated? Then it is only necessary that the Nirvana is not attacked.

So Xueji must become the king of the sea of ​​dark things.

At that time, the big nirvana will become his most important gift to her ascended the throne.

Zeng Ju stared at him and said, "Because this is impossible."

Huanxi Monk said: "Whether it is you or Zhao Layue, I clearly know that I am going to use this method, but I don't mention it, just because I am afraid to be persuaded?"

"This issue has been discussed before, and I don't want to waste my tongue again." Zeng Ju Shen Sheng said.

Turn human beings into soul form, get rid of the shackles of the body, cut off the possibility of being infected, and then fundamentally solve the problem of the sea of ​​dark things-this method is logically no problem, even if the scientists of the Galaxy Alliance cannot think of this On the other hand, how could those priests, especially the ascendants from the Chaotian Continent, never think of it? In fact, many years ago, some people had proposed this idea, and some people even conducted experiments, but the realm of the soul is too far beyond reality to touch. Those experiments have caused some innocent people to suffer the extreme pain of the spiritual world. any progress.

Nor can the practitioners, no matter whether the sword ghost, Yuanying or ghost, can't survive for too long after leaving the body. Therefore, Taiping Mortal used Thunder Soul Wood to transfer the soul to the underworld child named Yinsan, in order to leave the sword prison without daring to leave by himself.

Blood Devil Ancestor Chisong has been conducting research in this area in secret. He was abandoned until he was discovered by Zeng Ju thirty years ago, but in fact he has been doing it in secret. The reason why he died under the sword of Cao Yuan and Jing Jiu Perhaps it was the Qingshan Patriarch who felt that he had gone too far.

Huanxi Monk said: "I'm not the idiot Chisong. If I don't see a new possibility, how can I rethink this method."

Zeng Ju said, "Where might you say?"

"In the novel written by Jing Jiu. If he did not lie, then Nanxi had already existed before the death of the sword ghost. Before he borrowed everything and turned his sword to life, he also existed in the form of a sword ghost for a long time. Time, which shows that the soul can exist alone."

The joyful monk looked at him calmly and said, "When Xilai seriously injured Li Chunyang with that kind of death shadow in the extragalactic galaxy, I also saw the existence of the soul, that is, a trace of the soul that Yinfeng left in his body. Not there, but it exists."

Zeng raised his eyes slightly and said: "Neither Jingyang nor Nanchu are ordinary people."

Huanxi Monk looked at him and said, "What about Qingtianjian?"

Zeng Ju said, "How about Qingtianjian?"

Huanxi Monk said: "As Jian Ling becomes a living being, the people in Qing Tian Jian also become real beings. Where do their souls come from?"

Zeng Ju said: "Qingtianjian is also a world, and naturally comes from the spirit of heaven and earth."

Huanxi Monk said: "But now Qingtianjian has changed again. Can you remember the ghost under the plane tree?"

Zeng lifted his expression slightly: "How?"

Huanxi Monk said: "Isn't that the Emperor Zhao's soul?"

Zeng Ju suddenly laughed and shook his head and said, "Literature, that is a literary description."

"Don't laugh, the smile is very guilty." Huanxi Seng said calmly: "I saw the new situation and found a new possibility. If so, why not try it out, which is more reliable than your plan to ignite stars."

Zeng lifted his smile, looked at him and said: "If it is feasible, you will kill all humans, extract their souls and put them in the big nirvana? Taiping has only thought of killing all mortals, you... go Is too far."

The joyful monk opened his arms like the shadow of the giant bird and said, "Since there is still a soul, how can it be killed?"

"Even if your judgment of Jingyang and Nan Trend is correct, it is impossible for all human beings to practice to that kind of state." Zeng Ju Shen Sheng said: "In the end, you can only use the Heaven and Man to forcefully capture the soul, and then use Evil Dao Gong exercises solid form... As long as the souls have a little uncertainty or darkness, they will become dead souls!"

Huanxi Monk said: "Of course I will first try to find some clean soul."

Zeng Ju shook his head and said, "Who voluntarily gives you the soul to experiment?"

Huanxi monk said: "I have countless believers, they are willing to sacrifice their souls to me, not to mention why such things have to be voluntary?"

He looked at Eve behind the table, with a look of appreciation in his eyes, and said, "Her soul is very clean and her will is firm."

The voice fell, and a rosary in his left hand flicked, meaning that the time of the world moved forward for a moment.

The wind and snow outside the window seemed to stand still, no longer making noises, but there was wind in the house.

Those winds came from Eve's body.

A faint light and shadow are slowly leaving her.

Eve's eyes were still stunned, not knowing what she was thinking, and suddenly a painful expression appeared.

The joyful monk vaguely felt that something was wrong, but did not stop, and continued to use the heaven and earth, wanting to pull her soul out directly. Where did Zeng Ju allow such evil things to happen in front of his own eyes, and pointed to the back of the happy monk with a finger across the air.

Rejoicing that the monk could not hide, he turned around and looked at him calmly.

Suddenly a golden lotus appeared under Zeng Ju's feet, exuding extremely hot Buddha fire, and immediately wrapped it!

The joyful monk stood by the window for so long, not regretting Xueji’s departure in front of the snow scene, but under his feet!

Zeng Ju passed the lotus fire and looked at the darkest part of the deepest eyes of the happy monk. He said sadly, "You are crazy."

The joyful monk drifted in the sea of ​​dark objects for too long, and was dragged into the illusion by the two dark people. The golden body was not impregnated, but the consciousness was affected, and then the dark side of the spiritual world was amplified. Black lotus, into the magic path!

"Where is there any extraterrestrial demon, all in my heart."

The joyful monk whispered softly, his palm passed through the lotus fire, brought out countless tiny fire dragons, and slapped him on Zeng Ju's face, taking his life.

Pappapap, countless bursts of sound sounded at the same time.

The City Hall has a total of more than 300 rooms with more than 700 windows. These windows were frozen in the cold and low temperature of the past few days. At this time, they all turned into debris and sprayed out of the building, forming a very beautiful White flowers.

The white flowers formed by the broken glass window only lasted for a very short time, like the epiphyte, and also like the lotus in front of the window.

Two straight air currents went straight from the city hall into the sky and reached the extreme height of the atmosphere.

The air here was very thin, and there was still flames on Zeng's clothes, which illuminated his pale face.

The joyful monk looked at him calmly and said, "Between life and death, we must also think about not destroying the building and letting the people inside live, so that you cannot walk to the end on the road... Teacher, when I left Yimaozhai back then, I thought you It's too pedantic."

Zeng Ju didn't speak, turned into a residual image, appeared in front of the happy monk, pointed out that it was like a sword, and attacked it with righteousness.

There was a soft sound, and there was a scratch on the gold of the happy monk, and the golden light was brighter.

In the distance behind him, a snow peak hundreds of kilometers away collapsed.

It is worthy of being a saint of Yi Mao Zhai. With a finger that seems to be light, it has the power to destroy the mountain.

Dozens of lasers were suddenly emitted from the light warships on the ground and outside the atmosphere, and the military transit spacecraft, surrounding the happy monk in between.

In the buzzing sound, I was glad that the monk's clothes were ragged, and the golden body burst into light, and the sun in the sky was covered.

In the light ball woven by the laser, the thin figure appeared looming and made a gesture of one hand folded.

Buddha light illuminates the sky and the collapsed snow peak in the distance.

Countless rays of light are shining in the atmosphere.

A light warship fell to the ground with black smoke. Several fighter mechs were shot into pieces by light. I don't know how many people died.

The joyful monk looked indifferent, looked at Zeng Ju dozens of kilometers away, took out an ancient clock, and lightly struck a note.

The bells are far away.

Zeng Ju's face was paler, his thin lips slightly opened, and a spit of blood spurted out.

The blood quickly coagulated in the cold air and turned into a blood coral-like thing, with a golden glow faintly on the edge.

He waved his sleeve.

The blood coral moves forward at an unimaginable speed. With the friction of the air, it glows and glides sharply, gradually becoming a flying sword.

Sage blood is a sword.

The joyful monk's expression was more dignified, and he held the big nirvana with his right hand and stopped in front of him.

With a snapping sound, the saint's sword fell on the big nirvana and began to tremble violently, making a buzzing sound, as if there were countless scholars reading.

Rejoicing that the monk's eyes were quiet and his lips did not move.

I don't know how long it took, the saint's sword gradually fell apart and shattered into countless blood-colored glazes, and fell towards the ground.

The big nirvana is worthy of being the treasure of the practice world of the heavenly continent, where the soul of the Zen ancestor lies.

The joyful monk withdrew the big nirvana and looked at Zeng Ju from a distance. "Teacher, I said on the Lieyang, you are not my opponent."

Zeng Ju calmly said nothing, where he took a pen and inkstone, and began to write in ink.

There is no real ink in the inkstone, only the sunlight blackened by the color of the inkstone.

The pen is obviously not ordinary.

This is a two-level thing that he usually writes by hand.

Yes, the words written seriously by the saints are not symbols.

Yes.

Unexpectedly, the happy monk did not pick up the big nirvana, nor did he rely on the gold body to pull up the close attack, but still stayed in the original position, and even took out a pen and a stack of paper to start writing!

He has no inkstone, but has paper.

He is not a saint, but he is a Buddha.

The words written by the Buddha are also sutras.

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...

As soon as the pen tip dipped in the ink in the inkstone, using the blue sky as a paper, Zeng lifted the pen and wrote a word. The sunlight at the pen tip was scattered, and the root was broken.

The word flickered away, as light as a kite, but as heavy as a mountain.

"set."

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...

The joyful monk picked up the small pen and wrote a word on the paper plainly and conscientiously.

There is no ink on the pen, but the handwriting is clear.

Then he waved his hand, and the paper drifted away, facing the fixed word.

What he wrote was "Oh".

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...

One is the word paperless.

One is the word without ink.

They are all the scriptures of Yi Mao Zhai, but they write different scriptures.

The two words met at the edge of the atmosphere, suddenly shining brightly, rolling countless strong winds, and smashing the clouds in the distance.

A clatter, as if the paper was torn.

The piece of paper that Huan Xieng wrote was not broken. The broken word was the "fixed" word once written.

A misty and unspeakable handwriting enveloped the sky above Wushan City. All the meaning was concentrated in one point, as if struck, it fell on Zeng Ju's body.

It was like a lightning bolt.

Zeng Ju was directly cut from the sky, fell diagonally to the ground, and smashed a cliff.

Rejoicing that the monk flew over the cliff and found that it was the half of the mountain that he broke down that night. If he felt that, he said: "The mountain is the grave."

Zeng Ju stood up from the mountain and stone, looked at the young monk in the sky with emotion, and said: "If it is an ordinary drama, this time I should drink a gangster, but I can't shout, because I don't teach you much. You always say that you are a farmer, in fact, what you really want to do is the general?"

The words sounded indifferent and there was no sarcasm, but there was a hint of anger in Seng Qingjun's face.

"We used all the pens we used to copy books in Maozhai, but my paper was made by peach bark in front of Shuiyuean. How can you be my opponent? Unless you use Guancheng pen to return Almost. What’s more, when I traveled to the mainland, I worshiped you as a teacher, and I was guided by the Qingshan Sword Classic, and I still visited the factions in Lengshan. You will know how to do it, I will, but you will not, let alone me There are many treasures, and there are three thousand worlds of Nirvana!"

He quietly looked at Zeng Ju and said, "Teacher, how are you my opponent?"

Zeng Ju wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, sorted out his clothes, and said calmly: "If you can't win and surrender, you shouldn't leave the snowfield."

The happy monk said blankly: "What did you say when Chisong lived to regenerate his soul?"

Zeng Ju said: "I didn't know that at the time, and now I regret it when thinking about it, so I will naturally stop you."

"Really? But I really like that girl's clean soul, or I'll refine it in front of you?"

There is still no expression on the face of the happy monk, and the tone is not pretended to be evil, but it makes the whole world filled with horror.

He reached out his right hand to the city of Smoky Mountains, dozens of kilometers away, and aimed at the already ruined city hall, and wanted to capture Eve's soul.

Can Zeng Ju stop him? At the next moment, the happy monk suddenly felt that something was wrong, because the soul should be invisible and immaterial, and he could not feel any weight. Why is the thing he caught so heavy, like a stone?

He turned and looked over there, only to find that it wasn't the woman's clean soul that broke through the city hall, but a very blurry, gray mosaic.

The mosaic stood still in the sky thousands of kilometers away, and gradually showed its true appearance.

It turned out that it was a middle-aged man in a gray plaid shirt, and his skin was dark and calm.

In the distance, several combat armors landed on the city hall, and Eve should have been rescued.

Huanxi Seng raised his eyebrows slightly, did not speak, and just punched in the past.

Countless golden flames emerged from the fist, suddenly turned into a fire dragon, crossed a distance of several kilometers, and came to the middle-aged man.

At the beginning of the crack in the space of the Tianhuo Industrial Base, this Buddha Fire Dragon Fist directly repulsed a dark man. Although there is no high-temperature magma in the planet as a guide, the power of this punch is much smaller, but it is also extremely powerful. Even if it is a real magic magic weapon, it will be smashed by a box.

The middle-aged man's expression remained the same, and he was still so calm, even a little wooden, but his movements were extremely fast. When his palm turned, a round light mirror appeared in his hand. There were countless runes on the light mirror. Move fast on the round rail.

Looking at the scene, Huanxin Sang was a little surprised and snorted.

At the same time, the dragon generated by the Buddha fire hit the light mirror without fancy, and the unimaginable shock wave went in all directions.

With a loud noise, the snow on the surface of the earth jumped up like boiling milk.

The golden dragon gradually dissipated in the sky.

The light mirror also disappeared.

Rejoicing that the monk looked at the middle-aged man quietly and suddenly stretched out his right hand.

The middle-aged man also extended his right hand.

Two huge golden palm prints appeared in the atmosphere, and they met between heaven and earth.

A more unimaginable loud noise appeared on the surface of the planet, the wind screamed, several residential buildings in the distance collapsed, and the spaceships flew away to escape.

"Zen light mirror, big handprint... Which younger generation in the temple are you? Zen?"

Huan Xieng asked the middle-aged man indifferently.

The middle-aged man did not answer the call, and took out a pen and a pen.

That inkstone is not ordinary, and the pen is not ordinary.

He dipped it in the inkstone with a pen and began to write in the air.

Huanxi Monk understood the meaning of the other party, was slightly angry, and no longer spoke, and directly took out the pen and paper, and wrote another word "anger".

The paper with the angry words drifted away, and soon came not far from the middle-aged man~www.novelbuddy.com~ The middle-aged man's words had not been written yet.

But it doesn't need to be finished.

Several rainbows were born at the end of the pen, and the piece of paper was easily torn, and then fell on the body of the happy monk.

A golden straight line went dozens of kilometers away, and a deep ditch was carved in the snow.

The joyful monk stood up from the bottom of the ditch, the monk's clothing was broken, and a clear pen mark appeared on his chest.

He raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man in the sky and asked, "What is it written? Who the **** are you?"

"The pen is a Guancheng pen, and the ink is a dragon-tailed ink."

The middle-aged man said, "I am Liu Shisui."

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