Purple qi stretches and is majestic. It seems to spread out from the farthest place in the sky. Countless qi machines inside and outside the six realms, between heaven and earth, can't help but look at the Daoist, as if at this moment, at this moment, this white-haired old man is the center of this world.
Mysterious and mysterious, Gate of All Wonders.
This feeling has nothing to do with realm or cultivation.
Naturally.
Swept by the calamity qi previously, the Hundred Schools of Thought and all the immortals in the heavens became part of the vortex of the calamity qi. The more they fought, the angrier they became, and the killing became more ferocious. In the end, the qi machine pulled, and the magnificent move in the tribulation vortex became uncontrollable. Thousands of immortals and gods, and the luck of the world, came to transform the calamity, resulting in the movement that finally broke out in this move, which was majestic, terrifying, and boundless noisy.
But it was so easy for purple qi--
Suppress directly!
There will never be the slightest ripple again.
The Hundred Schools of Thought was moved, but also fearful - many of the immortals and gods who originally sought to gain benefits from the human world were all those whose Daoist hearts were not perfect enough. They had power but no realm. They came to this world and were killed by various disciples. However, after all, these immortals and gods had various identities, connections, and mentorships.
You kill one person.
It's not just killing one person, it's killing an entire enemy clan.
That's the truth.
As a result, the enemy got bigger and bigger, and the fighting became more and more fierce. Now the goal seems to have been accomplished. If it continues, it will be more likely to be captured by the calamity, blinded by murderous intent, and sink deeper and deeper. At this moment, mixed with a slightly wary complex emotion, I looked up and saw a familiar figure above purple qi.
Everyone's faces were filled with surprise.
Immediately, he relaxed completely and a slight smile appeared on his face.
Immortals and Gods also recognized that figure, but for a moment, he didn't dare to recognize it.
"This is..."
"Qi WuHuo?!"
"Hiss--True Martial Demon Queller Great Emperor?!"
After recognizing the true form of old Daoist, their expressions changed slightly. Many thoughts came to mind for a moment, and they all hesitated and puzzled. They communicated to each other and said, "Isn't it said that his realm has collapsed, he has gone crazy, and has lost all his cultivation?"
This news spread early and secretly to many places in the heaven.
As a result, Immortals and Gods gradually lost his respect for the human world and came to this world. But now when he sees this old man coming on purple qi, the legends that seemed to have dimmed with the passage of time come to mind again.
Step on the Demon Realm, break the disaster, kill Donghua, and kill hundreds of Myriad Demons clan coalition forces.
Cultivating seeking the Dao, becoming a warrior through calamity.
Not receiving the talisman's edict, the Buddhas retreated to the west. Each legend was enough to shock the world. Each legend contained an inexplicable and lingering murderous aura. Therefore, Immortals and Gods's expression suddenly became reserved, his body stiffened, and he held the weapon, watching the old Daoist with great vigilance.
The previous calamities seemed to have been temporarily forgotten and left behind, and the world was silent.
I saw old Daoist walking on top of purple qi in the sky, looking calm and natural.
It seemed that no Divine Ability method was used. On top of the extremely majestic and vast purple qi, following his footsteps, ripples appeared layer by layer. The ripples spread in all directions and turned into the same dreamlike haze.
The old Daoist walked to the middle of heaven and earth and stood between the Hundred Schools of Thought and Immortals and Gods.
The sleeves of the robe are rolled up, and the hair is tied with wooden hairpins, but there are also white hairs hanging down to the waist.
So the Hundred Schools of Thought restrained his murderous hostility.
They all took a half-step forward and then raised their hands.
Hand over.
He looked solemn.
Their sleeves and robes drooped down, as if a sea of clouds had fallen from the sky to protect the world.
Bowing and saluting, with a kind of reverence that is difficult to describe in words, they all said in unison:
"We--"
"I've met the Master!"
There are nine steles in the human world.
There are countless preachings under the nine monuments. Although all the Hundred Schools of Thoughts have no real disciples, they all unilaterally practice the etiquette of the master to the old man. This voice is extremely grand and calm, vast and powerful, like a manifestation of the cultural context. The old Daoist turned around, his sleeves and robes brushed the void, and stood on the side of the human world. He raised his eyes and looked at the group of immortals.
Purple qi beside you, the disciples behind you, and the world beneath your feet.
So Immortals and Gods, all subconsciously moved towards the back--
Take half a step back!
The murderous intention suddenly disappeared.
Even many gods and gods already felt great anger in their hearts. They gritted their teeth and suddenly realized that they wanted to slap their thighs and shout--
No wonder, no wonder!
It turns out it's related to True Martial Demon Queller?!
No wonder these guys are so difficult to deal with and can fight so well. If they are just pure human beings, it goes without saying, but if these guys are all taught by True Martial Demon Queller, then I'm sorry, Immortals and Gods can only say in his heart -
Except that Master Qiu.
Not enough to fight!
They looked at the old Daoist over there, but they were all very solemn and vigilant. The fighting spirit towards the Hundred Schools of Thought had now mostly dissipated; Judicial Great Celestial Venerable suddenly felt something, his pupils shrank instantly, and he stared at old Daoist, feeling a vague feeling, and his face turned ugly for an instant.
Why did the aura of my Dao Fruit suddenly become so ethereal, as if it had disappeared?!
No, impossible, impossible.
For a Tao Fruit that is as big as mine, you only got a dozen.
Why can't I find it?!
How could I be completely controlled by you?!
Impossible.
How could you do something that I have never done in the past eight thousand years in less than one percent of the time?! If this is the case, then what is the talent and Daoist heart that I am proud of?
Judicial Great Celestial Venerable's hands were tightly clenched, and his expression was extremely ugly.
After all, he is also a being who has been fighting and training since the earliest tribulations. He has rich experience, strong eyesight and experience. Even if there are many reasons not to believe it, the answer still emerges in his heart.
The Tao Fruit has been transformed.
I thought of this answer.
Judicial Great Celestial Venerable's vision went dark, and he was about to fall from the nine heavens!
How persistent he was in his own Dao Fruit and realm breakthrough, how much he hated having his Dao Fruit taken away, and how agitated his murderous intention is now. He looked at Qi WuHuo with murderous intent, but for some reason, his huge Great Grade Realm spirit seemed to be in opposition to his own murderous intention. Instead of mobilizing his divine weapons, he kept suppressing his own murderous intent and hostility.
"True Martial Demon Queller, Qi WuHuo..."
As he looked at that Dao enemy, his murderous intent grew stronger.
But at this moment, Great Grade Great Emperor's peak spirit suppressed his murderous intention as if he was going crazy.
Let Him not break out in hostility at this moment and go hunt down that True Martial Demon Queller!
No, can't, can't--
The spirit is screaming!
Judicial Great Celestial Venerable raised his right hand, almost re-executing the move he used to fight Fire Luminary Great Emperor Dongyang.
But his left hand firmly grasped the wrist.
Consciousness has also found a reason. All living creatures, so-called sentient beings, will have a bias and will only want to believe what they want to believe.
No, now this True Martial Demon Queller stands at the center of the Calamity Tribulation and the Six Realms.
You can't touch him easily.
Judicial Great Celestial Venerable suppressed his murderous intent, released his palm, and finally suppressed the surging murderous intent.
"Wait...Supreme Xuanwei, Qi WuHuo."
"You have decided to do such a big thing now. No matter what the final outcome is, your ascension to heaven is already destined."
"When you ascend to the Heavenly Tower, I will naturally have all kinds of ways to deal with you. No matter what, you are only one of the North Pole Exorcism Institute Northern Pole Four Saintss. How can you be compared with me, the master of Tian Shu Institutes?"
"Wait until you ascend to heaven."
"Within one year, I will kill you to pieces and kill you completely!"
The judiciary is cold-hearted.
The Daoist heart is unshakable!
So under this Daoist heart--
The emperor-level spirit seemed finally speechless.
Complete silence fell.
The old Daoist didn't seem to notice that he was looking at him from the thirty-third heaven with murderous intent. He just turned sideways and avoided the disciples' salute. He only accepted half of it and said gently, "What I teach is only the most basic practice method. Everyone in the world can do it."
"The fact that you are able to achieve your current state and attainments and reach this stage all depends on yourselves. You should acknowledge this matter openly and openly."
The other disciples all bowed and said, "Yes!"
They are still so serious and solemn.
It was as if I saw black robed Master preaching for the first time in front of the Nine Monuments.
The minds of the disciples became peaceful and calm. They looked at the enemies in front of them, surrounding the master, and their fighting spirit gradually rose up little by little. Some of the Immortals and Gods seemed to have lost their fighting spirit. Previously, those immortal gods who were eager to kill Human Dao Destiny had actually fallen in the fight just now.
The rest of them don't have much murderous intent towards the human world, they just fight against the enemy.
At this moment, the aura of calamity has dissipated, the spiritual platform is clear again, and I no longer want to fight with the people in the world.
Especially that Li Zhai, especially that Kong Qiu.
And the white-haired one looks ordinary, like old man who is about to die.
True Martial Demon Queller!
They Immortals and Gods have long years to go and endless mountains and rivers to see, but they don't want to be named in True Martial Demon Queller Great Emperor's merit book. However, in the eyes of everyone, they may be ashamed and unwilling to give up, or maybe because the Hundred Schools of Thought has been recognized and valued by these real gods and gods.
But there is another part that is unwilling to retreat like this in front of a respectable but powerful enemy.
Even if there is True Martial Demon Queller standing in front.
In front of an enemy who can be admired enough, killed enough and can be discussed, retreating without fighting is more difficult to accept than dying in battle. The eyes of the immortals and gods with such thoughts once again revealed a blazing fire.
So the array changed like running water, and in an instant, it was Jing Wei Fen Ming.
Some of them came forward timidly, while others were calm and armed with weapons.
Their eyes glanced at the old master who stood between the two worlds of humanity, and they did not address him as Supreme Xuanwei.
He didn't say anything about True Martial Demon Queller Great Emperor, he just bowed his hands and said, "Master of the Human World."
They looked over the shoulders of the old Daoist and looked at the disciples in front of them. They looked solemnly and said, "The battle between us and these fellow Daoists is not over yet. Please step aside and let us finish the fight!"
The Hundred Schools of Thought also had blazing fire rising from his eyes.
Divine Ability Changes naturally include pure understanding and understanding of the world, which is also the Dao, the supreme beauty, and the supreme power. Moreover, for the previous immortal gods who were empty and powerless but without Dao, they were not enough to be Dao; and for these opponents who now implement the Dao, fighting fiercely to the end is also a sign of respect.
They raised their fists again, and the tribulation energy that had circulated before rose again, but was suppressed by purple qi.
The old Daoist said in a calm and gentle voice:
"The previous fighting was enough. Those who violated our world have all been brought to justice, but now the battle is something else."
The Immortal God wanted to say something, but the old man smiled and pointed it out, saying, "Don't you hear that discussing Tao involves literature and martial arts? In the past, fighting and killing were also martial arts, but now it is time to discuss Dharma through literary combat. Since we are immortals and gods, can it be that you are worthy of praise only for the means of conquest and killing?"
All those who commit harm to the world with evil intentions are dead!
The timid have retreated.
Stones from other mountains can be used to attack jade.
It is like cutting and learning, like polishing, and only in this way can we truly become a great tool.
The old Daoist pointed at purple qi, and asked these immortal gods with pure Daoist hearts and unwillingness to complete the final trial with the disciples. It seemed to be casting a sword, and finally casting and sharpening the extremely sharp blade. In other words, only with such a powerful force can you have enough confidence to let an extremely powerful opponent sit down and talk with you.
Taishan Feng Shan, so far, this heart has been cast.
The final choice requires three battles to determine the fate of the gods, and the immortals will naturally emerge as the ones with the highest realm.
There are three ways to talk about Tao in this world, Qiu Ziran is one of them, and Li Zhai is one of them.
While the Hundred Schools of Thought were arguing with each other, the old Daoist smiled slightly and lowered his eyes. The Hundred Schools of Thought Immortals and Gods saw a lazy Daoist there, swaying as he walked, it was Zhuang Zhou.
Zhuang Zhou seemed to have noticed something in the change of Qi in an instant, and suddenly woke up.
Looking at the top of Mount Tai, he said, "Ah, I'm really drunk."
"Why did you go here by mistake? Sorry, I went in the wrong direction, old man!"
He did not hesitate, turned around and left, but old Daoist reached out and grabbed his collar, lifted it up, and threw it to the top of the mountain. As the last candidate to participate in the debate, there were three debates in total. This time he faced the real gods. Finally, it was no longer the same method as before, [prove strength with fists, prove ceremony with Divine Ability, and make the gods realize what humility and sincerity are through constant beatings].
But it really talks about the great road.
After three battles, Leader of the School of Military showed his talents and won without a doubt.
Zhuang Zhou is lazy, and at the moment when he is finally about to win, he throws down the chess pieces and admits defeat.
The immortal god was stunned and lost his mind, but he lost his determination to win and sighed with emotion.
"I have already jumped out of winning and losing and discussing the Tao. I am far inferior to such a detached mind."
But in the end, facing Master Qiu of this age, the immortal god found that no matter what methods he used, what kind of Divine Ability or mysterious avenues he used, Qiu's response was still slow and unhurried, always seemingly different from his own.
This is a state of despair.
No matter how hard you try, the gap will always be that big.
Later, Qiu called it "do whatever you want without breaking the rules".
At this time, it only made the proud Daoist Heart of the Innate God almost collapse on the spot.
After all, I feel ashamed of myself.
However, in the three debates, there was one win, one loss and one draw.
Immortals and Gods, sentient beings, the yin and yang cycle, among them there are those who are evil and greedy; there are those who are swaying like grass on the wall, and there are also those who are kind and strong.
The disciples in the human world killed the first batch of immortals and repelled the second batch of immortals, and then gained the respect and recognition in the hearts of the immortals in the immortal world who were truly cultivating and working hard. Finally, the existence of the human race will not be underestimated by any existence.
Immortals and Godss and the disciples made an agreement to discuss the Tao with each other again Mount Tai after a period of time next time, and then slowly receded. From this moment on, the aftermath of the heavenly world was about to begin, and the disciples gathered around the old master, wanting to return to the human world.
old man just smiled gently and shook his head, saying, "No need."
He looked at the Human World, with nostalgia and nostalgia in his eyes. He had already felt the energy rising, breaking through the catastrophe, and it was not the most decisive killing that made the Human World and the heaven truly become mortal enemies. Instead, he killed some of them and made friends with other people who had a Daoist heart and moral bottom line. The catastrophe was over.
Just like a star streaking across the sky, the old man felt the change in the aura in the Unseen at this time, and the disciples were not ordinary ordinary people, they also felt that ethereal and real feeling, as if today was the time to say goodbye, as if today was the last time to see this old man.
It was as if this old man came to the world with a certain mission, and now he has fulfilled his destiny and it is time to leave this world.
The old man smiled and said gently, "I promised Simon that I would give one last sermon."
He lifted up his clothes and sat on the majestic purple qi. The purple qi stretched in front and turned into futons. All the disciples bowed solemnly and took their seats. The old man's eyes dropped down and fell into the world of mortals. He said gently, "The sermon that day was always in front of the Nine Monuments. Many people already felt sorry for it."
"I feel like I didn't get to hear the sermon, but the sermon is inherently difficult to describe, and I can only barely describe it... This time, let's preach here, in front of everyone."
The old man lowered his eyes. He had been talking about Daoism once every seventeen years for a period of sixty years. He had already talked about the realm of earth immortals. Now starting from this place, old man's voice was gentle and quiet, and he continued to talk. Xi Men Da Chong, who was reading the book, was startled, but seemed to feel something. He strode out of the door and raised his head.
It's the old people passing by, the children laughing and playing, and everyone who walks through this world.
They all stopped and felt the voice they heard in their hearts.
The grass and trees turned their leaves, the birds stopped flapping their wings, and the golden monkey on the top of the tree held the branch with one hand and raised its head with wide eyes.
At this moment, everyone in the Human World heard old man's gentle narration.
This time the sermon was addressed to everyone in the world, to every living thing. People seemed to see a kind-hearted old man in front of them, talking to themselves about something with a warm smile. Soon, he was talking about the mysteries of the imperial realm. Ordinary people could hardly understand it, but they were still immersed in it.
The road is not separated from people.
Old Green Ox caught up with him panting.
[Yin] and [happy] followed closely behind.
The subtleties and mysteries of the Tao are not complicated in the first place and can be explained quickly.
The old man's voice paused.
Then he started talking again, reciting the Daoist scriptures that he had started writing when he was more than ten years old and had not completed it until now. It was not many, not long, only 5,000 words. It was spread throughout the Human World, and he incorporated the essence of Daoism he knew into the most ordinary words.
The world is quiet, above the sky, purple qi stretches endlessly, why is it thirty thousand miles away?!
It's three hundred thousand miles, three million miles!
It has completely enveloped the entire the Human World, Xi Men Da Chong didn't know why, tears were streaming down his face, and the Hundred Schools of Thought, all the people in the world seemed to be fascinated, and they were stunned for a long time. When they came back to their senses, they murmured, "What a subtle mystery, what a great road Spirit Charm, Master, this is your..."
Their voices paused, and purple qi was still there in front of them, stretching and flowing, above the vastness of the human world.
But I didn't see the gray-haired old man.
The smiles and admirations froze for a moment.
The disciples stood here silently and silently. Mount Tai was high, the snow was flying, the sky and the earth were desolate, but the Master was still there. They had gone through a lot of fighting and conquests, they killed gods, they talked with immortals and gods, they proved their own way and direction, their blood was boiling and they had no fear!
Now the sun was shining brightly and the clouds were beautiful, but when the master left, they didn't know why, they only felt a sense of loneliness.
The scholars watched purple qi gradually disperse, and the sunlight flowed and fell into the human world. The world of mortals was already extremely beautiful, and the golden ripples in the rivers were even more dazzling. I don't know who whispered:
"The human world is so beautiful..."
They nodded silently.
Above purple qi, there was no one in front of them.
No one stood in front of them, sheltered them from the wind and rain, and showed them the way forward.
They are already at the front.
This was the last time they saw the Master in their lives.