When these six words fell, everything stagnated, and the road rotated as usual, but the existence that was invisible to the naked eye, Divine Sense could not be grasped, the Unseen, called Qi, and called luck, solidified in an instant, and then there was an illusion of a sudden pressure.
No, this is not an illusion!
It is a real change in existence, and these changes become clearer and more intense the closer you get to the place where luck is surging. The Capital City of Divine Martial Nine Provinces is originally the rich peak of Human Dao Destiny, and the monk comes from tens of thousands of miles away, which makes this luck become more and more violent.
A turbulent wave of luck appeared under the Daoist's pen. This wave suddenly spread towards both sides. The Qi movement changed, stirred up, and dispersed like a storm. Qi WuHuo's sleeves and hem swayed violently from left to right, and Treasury Chamber's bells under the eaves vibrated violently, making a clear sound.
The big tree in the yard suddenly trembled and shook.
Three hundred leaves were scattered.
Old Green Ox stared at the Daoist over there. Fuxi had already raised his hand, intending to pick up the Daoist and move Nuwa Palace to another place. However, at this moment, he stopped his palm abruptly and looked at the Daoist with golden light in his eyes.
This is?!!!
Huh?!
Huh?!!
The little Dragon Maiden over there was dumbfounded and dumbfounded. Then he was blown by the escaping storm and almost fell down on his back. He sat down on the ground and almost fell to pieces. He was dazzled when he saw the Daoist holding a pen, his sleeves and robes rolled up, and the luck around him was rolling like a wave.
And he holds his pen like iron.
The tip of the pen does not move an inch.
This wave of air is already extremely intense, and the movement and changes of pure luck hidden under the surface of the agitated waves are even more unparalleled. The surface is faint, the hidden is deep, spreading for more than ten thousand miles in an instant. At the gate of the Capital City, the compassionate monk stepped inside, with slow steps, but stopped at the next moment.
Pedestrians around him came and went freely, and their expressions and expressions remained unchanged as usual, except for monk's expression, which froze, and the monk's robe swung backwards, as if there was a huge force suppressing him, as if the whole world was resisting and repelling him.
And in places invisible to the naked eye, countless silk threads were floating, the brightest among them, the silk threads that went up to the nine heavens were affected, but this subtle influence disappeared in just a moment. Above Thirty-three Heavens, Great Emperor Changsheng of the South Pole was originally playing chess, playing chess calmly, never hesitating for a moment, but then paused.
The leader of the Thunder Department in front, Nine Heavens Thunder Sound Universal Salvation Celestial Venerable said curiously, "Emperor?"
"It doesn't matter."
Great Emperor Changsheng of the South Pole chuckled for a lifetime, regained his attention, picked up the chess pieces with his fingers, his eyes were on the world, but he didn't care much, he moved the chessboard in front Nine Heavens Thunder Sound Universal Salvation Celestial Venerable, the sound was clear, and the fingers caged under the wide sleeves twitched slightly.
Boom!!!
Tathagata of Immeasurable Life, Wisdom, and Light Take one step forward.
The luck that had suddenly [collapsed and converged] and become extremely condensed for some unknown reason seemed to have lost its original suppression in an instant. His sleeves and robes shook violently toward the back, turning into ripple-like traces. Even his face and flesh showed traces of being pulled toward the back.
But he seemed to ignore these.
Step by step, move forward.
Walk leisurely and leisurely.
Walk resolutely step by step.
For example, a person raises his hand to push up a mountain and moves forward step by step.
Book Keeper Indoors, Qi WuHuo's sleeves and robes were rolled up, and his luck was reversed and he was forced to come in front of him.
He has learned all about Supreme One lineage xinjue, True Disciple yuqingyuxu, and Shangqing Spirit Treasure the secret of using mind as law. He has been reading the files here for more than half a year, and has gained and understood something. However, these gains and insights are not enough to support him to write out his thoughts.
What should have taken a long time to do slowly, but now there is no time to prepare slowly.
Due to the situation, I can only write a little, just a little.
We always strive for the best and perfection, but unfortunately, nothing in this world is ever perfect.
Qi WuHuo puts pen to paper.
What he is writing now cannot actually be regarded as the style of Supreme One lineage; nor is it the True Disciple of the Yuqing lineage; nor is it the True Disciple of the Shangqing lineage. Countless Divine Abilitys are just the characteristics of where my heart is.
What he has practiced combines the secrets of the three schools. What he has written now is not Divine Ability or a wonderful method. Strictly speaking, it should be a common part of the Three Dao Ancestors Tianzun Dharma lineage. This is something that can only be written by someone who has obtained the three True Disciple at the same time and has gone through tribulations in the human world.
This is not creating.
Because the Great Dao itself exists there, it was there before the birth of all things, and it is there after the annihilation of all things.
This is just elaboration, but elaboration itself is already a great achievement.
Monk is so courageous. He raised one hand to resist all the fate in this world and moved forward step by step.
The luck flowed against the current, the trees rolled, the grass folded, Qi WuHuo's robes were about to tumble, but the tip of the pen remained motionless, falling on the paper and writing the words.
[The name can be named, but it is not a permanent name]
Boom!!!
The previous opening was already at its peak, but this second sentence carries the majesty of the first sentence and follows the trend. This trend continues, but it has already gained some momentum.
Tathagata of Immeasurable Life, Wisdom, and Light's footsteps suddenly stopped. This boundless luck seemed to have turned into an unparalleled Great Wall at this moment and lay directly in front of him. The ripples on the skin and flesh on his face reached the extreme, the flesh and blood tore, and a cut mark appeared like a sword blade. The golden Buddha's blood flew out and fell on the ground.
Come in!
One step further, one step further...
Can't get in!
Tathagata of Immeasurable Life, Wisdom, and Light stirred up countless waves in his heart.
What is he doing?!
What did he do?!
The [Silk Thread] from the heaven kept trying to control an incarnation, making him rush forward desperately, but the incarnation's instinct was no longer willing to take even half a step. The two formed an extreme conflict at this moment. The silk thread in the sky, invisible to the naked eye and invisible to the Dharma eye, tightened at this moment.
Come in!
Not entering!
Tathagata of Immeasurable Life, Wisdom, and Light kept struggling in his heart.
The Daoist among Treasury Chamber was gasping for breath. Controlling luck was extremely exhausting, but these two sentences, twelve words, were like General Principle. They had written down all the things he had seen, understood and known in his journey to this point. Every stroke and every painting was like holding iron across the mountains. It was extremely difficult and difficult.
By the time he finished writing this line of text, Qi WuHuo was already exhausted.
Everything around him was dead silent, and Old Green Ox stopped talking. He looked at the man and saw that he had reached the limit when he spoke the truth. There was worry in his eyes. As the mount that had accompanied the Supreme Being for such a long time, the two were masters and servants as well as friends. They were extremely concerned about Supreme disciple and Old Green Ox.
"Wuhuo, are you okay?"
At this moment, he didn't care about the danger, and subconsciously wanted to go over and help the man. His shoulders suddenly sank, and then he couldn't take half a step forward, but Fuxi directly held his shoulders. Old Green Ox was enraged and turned around, saying, "You!!! What are you going to do?! If Wuhu makes any mistakes, I will report to Dao Ancestor, and you won't be able to do anything good either!"
But when he turned around with such an angry shout, he saw Fuxi's vertical pupils, with golden light burning inside.
Old Green Ox In his eyes, he saw complex emotions mixed with shock and ecstasy.
It seemed to be admired, and it seemed to be shocked.
That extremely strong emotion shocked the angry Old Green Ox, making him freeze and unable to move rashly.
At this time, Qi WuHuo the Unseen also felt that the incarnation of the Buddha opposite him had reached the extreme. He raised his pen, his eyes glowed with golden light, and Taiyi Cultivation Body had also started to move. He took a deep breath, wrote again, and wrote the third sentence, which was also the limit at this moment.
[Unnamed, the beginning of all things.]
Taiyi is nameless, the highest, the only, and the beginning.
The trend is becoming more and more majestic and unrivaled!
Tathagata of Immeasurable Life, Wisdom, and Light's complexion changed suddenly.
The struggle in my mind came to an end instantly.
Back off!
One step is a violent retreat.
As the incarnation of Great Emperor Changsheng of the South Pole's ray of spiritual thought, he seemed to feel some kind of extreme and pure oppression at this moment. He seemed to have stirred up his instinct as a living being at this moment, no longer close to that majestic and condensed [Qi Luck]--
If before this, Buddhism was like a struggling creature Suffering of Suffering in the cold glacier flow, looking for a warm bonfire.
So now, he is approaching the warm light.
But I discovered that it was not a candlelight, not a bonfire, it was a blazing flame, it was the sun, it was a bright sun!
"Retreat, retreat quickly!!!"
"Why on earth did this luck suddenly condense? Why?!"
"This is Dao Yun? What is this Qi machine doing? Why is it so powerful? Why does it directly disturb the luck of the world?! Why?!"
Tathagata of Immeasurable Life, Wisdom, and Light There are countless thoughts in his heart that are wildly ups and downs.
His speed is as fast as thunder, with golden Buddha light all over his body, and he can travel thousands of miles in an instant.
But he forgot that the path of luck is like the rotation of yin and yang, one ebbs and the other grows. If he retreats, the path will advance.
The Daoist lifted up the pen in his hand, moving slowly, pointing the tip of his pen outward, and paused.
Tathagata of Immeasurable Life, Wisdom, and Light's body exudes light, and under the wash of luck, countless threads appear behind it. These threads connect downwards to Tathagata of Immeasurable Life, Wisdom, and Light, to Buddhism, upwards to the thirty-third heaven, deep into the clouds and Tianque, and I don't know where they went.
As if it was the feedback of the mystery of luck and cause and effect, this scene was reflected in the Daoist's eyes with a slightly horrifying look.
In the vast and vast earth of the world, the running monk and Buddha light are like tiny ants, white silk threads rising into the sky, densely packed, wide and empty.
"Great Emperor Changsheng of the South Pole..."
Qi WuHuo said to himself, holding the pen and paused. After writing these three lines of Daoist scriptures, his state was like that of Spirit Charm, who was invincible in the world. At this moment, even though the Buddha had escaped very far away, he still held the pen and pointed forward naturally.
After a pause, and then a slight stroke, the boundless luck spread out at this time, and the ripples caused by the pen swept thousands of miles ahead in just an instant.
Just use the tip of your pen as your sword.
It's [cut].
Use the pen to wield the sword, and use luck as the sword.
Dang!!!
After this stroke, it seemed that the tit-for-tat confrontation of luck finally reached its extreme. Treasury Chamber The bell hanging under the eaves shook violently, suddenly broke in the middle, and then fell to the ground.
And at the next moment, all the threads in the Daoist's eyes were cut off.
Old monk opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, which turned into golden light and escaped far away;
And this sword seemed to consume too much. Qi WuHuo could no longer sense the Buddha's escape, and a huge feeling of weakness emerged. There was only an ordinary white paper on the table in front of him, which was produced in a town outside Capital City. The pen in his hand was just an ordinary thing given to Treasury Keeper by Qingshui Yamen. On the white paper, these three sentences were written.
[The Dao that can be spoken, Is not the eternal Dao]
[The name can be named, but it is not a permanent name]
[Unnamed, the beginning of all things]
Immediately, a faint golden light emitted, and luck was like fire. Although Qi WuHuo, which had been accumulated for more than half a year, had a foundation, it seemed that it was not enough to continue writing. After the Buddha left, he felt the thrill of this short confrontation and the unparalleled exhaustion.
I know in my heart that this has not been explained yet; but with the pen in my hand, it is difficult to write even one word.
People's voices can be vaguely heard all around, so close yet so far away.
That's it, I'm tired.
Let's rest first...
Qi WuHuo let go of his right hand, dropped the pen in his hand on the table, and sat down facing the back.
"No confusion, no confusion?!"
Old Green Ox didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly went up to help him, but for some reason he was half a step too late. He saw young Daoist sitting on a chair, and for some reason, it seemed to be the aftermath of the previous confrontation between qi and luck, or maybe the strong wind when luck was blowing.
Young Daoist's hair bun.
When Teacher led him into the Tao, he personally tied up his hair with a hairpin. The wooden hairpin representing Supreme disciple suddenly slipped down and fell in front of Qi WuHuo. He was sitting on a chair, with his black hair hanging down. The text was flowing on the white paper in front of him.
Behind Eight Sceneries Palace Lantern, there was a purple-gold flame slowly lighting up, brilliant and magnificent.
This scene made Old Green Ox hold his breath subconsciously, and after a while he said, "Wuhuo?"
", are you okay?"
Qi WuHuo raised his eyes, calmed down, and said, "I'm fine, Uncle Niu."
Old Green Ox Seeing that this Daoist only consumed a lot of energy and energy, but other than that there was not much damage to his foundation, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay, it's okay, you're fine. What happened just now?! What's going on with this luck shock?!"
"Did Great Emperor Changsheng of the South Pole's backer leave?"
The Daoist looked at Old Green Ox and asked, and when he was about to answer, his eyes glanced subconsciously, then he paused slightly and said subconsciously:
"Hmm? Where is Emperor Xi?"
Old Green Ox was originally asking questions, but at this time, there was a sudden pause, and then a chill spread across his back.
He turned around suddenly and saw that there was no one under the old tree behind him.
Fuxi.
Missing?
Old Green Ox My scalp feels numb.