Chapter 639 Entering the Middle Ages
If you become a boulder and a reef, and the river cannot wash you away, how can you return to this world?
If you don't become a huge rock and reef and float down the river, what's the difficulty in returning to this world?
Even a rock can't change the general trend of the river. A small stone like you can only puff a few waves within the scope of your influence and change the fate of hundreds of people. How dare you say that it affects the rise and fall of a race?
I thought you were destined, but I didn't expect you to be a delusional person.
The manifested sage was laughing and joking at first, but as he spoke, his expression gradually turned impatient and mean.
When he mentioned the word "liar", he was suddenly stunned and burst into tears.
"I said you are a fool, so why am I not a fool?"
"My beloved wife has passed away for thousands of years, but I can't let go. I wander around in the long river of time and space every now and then, capturing her imprinted soul and refining it into a puppet to dance for me!"
"After all, it's like the moon in the water or the flowers in the mirror, it's not true!"
"As a result, the cultivation level has not improved even an inch for thousands of years, and it has not been able to reach the realm of overcoming the tribulation."
"When it comes to fools, I am the biggest fool!"
The manifested saint cried bitterly, and all the puppets around him collapsed, and the dancing girl's wife was also shattered into pieces. One of the beautiful figures floated out, taking a loving look at the manifested saint, returning to the river and turning into foam.
His cries vibrated, and the dozens of unlucky ghosts on the vertical pole were shaken to powder. The ship retreated from all its prosperity, revealing the original form of its technique, which was nothing more than a rough log.
The manifested Holy Saint cried earth-shatteringly, especially three eyes that cried together, and the middle one with its vertical bulge cried particularly sadly.
Tears flowed from the other two eyes like waterfalls, but the one eye in the middle was bleeding, making the vertical eye stained with blood, which was very scary.
Lu Ye screamed loudly on the side. This lunatic was crying. Wouldn't it bring harm to him?
After all, he had evoked sad thoughts in him.
He was frightened.
There was a flash of golden light in front of his eyes, and the Holy Spirit of Manifestation casually threw him far away into the river and took a boat away alone.
There was a distant sound coming from it.
"My little friend, I'm not in a good mood. This is our fate, so I won't say more."
"Whether you can get out of the river alive depends on yourself."
"Have you ever seen a stone help another stone survive in a river?"
"If we meet again by chance, I will tell you the many secrets of time and space..."
Apparently he had regained his composure, but he didn't think Lu Ye could last long in the river.
The moment Lu Ye fell into the water, he activated the Demon-Suppressing Diamond Body and the Immortal Spiritual Sutra, and transformed into a boat that floated up from the river. He was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat!
"This bastard is the Holy One..."
He watched the boat swim downstream, then disappeared in the blink of an eye, and cursed under his breath.
The sage of love regards me as a dead person, so giving me a glass of wine is considered as a reward for watching the dead man dance with me?
Lu Zhiye screamed unluckily, and hurriedly used the Dinghai Shenzhen to steer the boat, and went upstream again.
Sensed by the Immortal Spirit Sutra, the three points of light in the distance seemed to be still there and not far away, so Lu Ye breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that I just sat on the manifested holy boat and wandered around for a long time. Maybe I didn't go very far in the river at all.
Then let’s not talk about manifesting the Holy Spirit?
With his cultivation level, even if he is a big stone that sinks to the bottom of the river, it will not be easily washed away by the river water.
Since it is a big stone, if you put a small pebble on the big stone, it should not move relative to the river water, right?
Lu Ye no longer worried about his life and began to ponder the manifestation of the Holy Word.
Although this guy is not a human race but a foreign race, his Mahayana cultivation level cannot be faked. It is truly astonishing. Lu Ye's cultivation level and knowledge are far away from him.
He compared the road to a pebble that can float on the river for more than a dozen times before sinking to the bottom. He also compared his Mahayana cultivation to a boulder the size of a millstone.
The view of manifesting the Holy Saint is simple. Even the cultivation of an immortal can only block the river, but cannot change its rushing trend by oneself.
It seems that the rise and fall of a clan does not change due to one person.
All the actions of Shang Tianlai in ancient times were most likely just accelerating the evolution of the human race. Viewed over a period of tens of thousands of years, as the manifested Holy Temple said, they were just a few big waves in the river.
And all he can influence is a few hundred local cultivating disciples in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
So very good.
Lu Zhiyi has always been worried, fearing that what he did not only failed to bring convenience to the human race, but also led to destruction by mistake. This is what the so-called good intentions do bad things.
The words of the Holy Manifestation dispelled his worries.
"Oops..." He thought for a while and suddenly slapped his forehead.
"My current cultivation level is just a pebble, but I can travel back and forth in ancient times."
"I don't know where the wave will end up. If my cultivation reaches the Mahayana stage and I can't turn into a big stone, will I still be able to use the wave of time and space to return to the present world?"
"If we become a huge rock and reef, wouldn't we be trapped in the past forever?"
"But if you don't become a huge stone and your cultivation doesn't reach the Mahayana stage, won't it mean that you will never be able to eliminate the curse of the sundial mark on your head?"
"I still have to travel back and forth in the long river of time and space. Is there any chance that I will be trapped in ancient times and unable to return to the present world?"
This is a complete paradox.
If you want to eliminate the sundial mark, you have to practice the Mahayana stage.
But if the breakthrough to the Mahayana period happens to be in ancient times, then it will become a huge stone in the river, unable to ride the tide back to the present world.
Lu Ye thought for a long time and suddenly laughed at himself.
What is the concept of a Mahayana monk?
In addition to this crazy manifested saint, there are also giants like the ancestor of Sleeping Immortal and the ancestor of the sky demon in ancient times.
I have only become a god in a small way, so how can I think so long-term?
Let’s talk about the future...
He stared forward intently, and the three points of light in front of him became brighter and brighter.
The river was surging, seeming to blur up, down, left, and right, and the positions of the three light groups kept changing.
Lu Ye lifted the anchor and prayed in his heart.
"It's you..."
He threw the anchor outwards with all his strength, towards the nearest light ball. His hand sank, and he felt happy knowing that he had hit the target.
The next moment.
Brush.
He disappeared over the water.
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The moonlight is as low as silver in the wilderness.
On a flat and wide grassland, it was originally quiet late at night, but now there were shouts of death rising into the sky.
on the plains.
There are more than a thousand human men, women, and children fleeing in a hurry. Almost all of them are riding tall horses, and some of them are riding strange beasts.
Regardless of whether they are old or young, all of these humans have strong bodies and good martial arts skills. Among them, there are hundreds of humans with boiling Qi and blood on their heads, breaking out of their bodies and condensing like pillars. They are obviously martial saints.
In the sky, there were dozens of human monks flying low to protect him.
These monks were dressed in various colors, but they all had magical weapons and spiritual weapons in their hands. They were obviously not ordinary casual cultivators. They took turns to bless their fellow tribesmen below with the Wind Riding Technique and the Speedy Movement Technique to increase the speed of their escape.
In particular, there were several people among them who were walking on swords, their bodies were like lightning, and they were flying around in the air vigilantly. Judging from their flight speed, they were clearly Nascent Soul level monks.
Behind this group of monks, there is a small group of monks who serve as queens.
One of them, wearing a tattered animal skin, was flying in the air with ease, holding two judge pens in both hands. He was a man.
It's just that it has been disfigured and seems to have eye problems. There is a layer of red cloth wrapped around its eyes and a ring on its head. Its two ears are many times larger than ordinary people. They are constantly shaking and can rotate clockwise and counterclockwise.
At this moment, another copper trumpet was worn on the big ear, and the trumpet was much larger than the ear. The whole person looked like he was wearing a copper-colored trumpet hat crookedly, which was a bit funny.
There were six or seven monks surrounding him. From time to time, he turned his head and looked back in fear, and then reported the situation to them in a low voice. It was obvious that this person was the leader of this group of fleeing humans.
It stands to reason that all of these more than a thousand human tribes practice martial arts, and there are dozens of monks, and even Nascent Soul monks sitting in charge, which can be considered a big force.
But now they all fled in a hurry, and the mortals on the ground threw away almost all the disposable things.
The reason is very simple, that is, the forces chasing them behind are stronger and more terrifying than them.
Behind this group of humans, there is a straight line in and out.
The demonic energy soared into the sky and gathered into a black demonic cloud, chasing after him like a rising tide in the sea.
Even looking at the aggressive Yaoyun, one can guess how powerful the chasing monsters are.
The demonic cloud moved forward all the way, with a crushing force, and it was constantly accelerating, and it was only a few miles away from the human team. In front of the wilderness is a stretch of mountains, which is the destination of the human race's escape. It is the territory of a powerful wood demon.
The "weak" human race can pass through it unharmed, but the "powerful" demon race must stay away, otherwise it will violate its territory.
And the nearest human race in that mountain range is only a few miles away.
"Brother..."
Several men surrounding the leader whose eyes were covered with red cloth spoke out one after another.
"Someone has to stop the demon dog."
"Otherwise we won't be able to reach Mujun Forest."
"Brother, let's take the first step!"
"We, young and old, in the Dragon Capture League all rely on my eldest brother to take care of us!"
The corners of the red cloth man's mouth twitched slightly, and he just nodded slightly. However, someone noticed that the red cloth covering the eldest brother's eyes was slowly dyed dark, and gradually soaked outwards.
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After speaking, several men turned over and flew back.
Among the people fleeing on the ground below, there were suddenly more than a dozen people crying suppressedly.
Those monks who are willing to die and die are their fathers, husbands and sons-in-law.
It's just that the monks in the sky who rushed to Yaoyun never stopped to bow their heads.
And the people crying on the ground did not stop running away.
They cannot live up to their sacrifice.
They cannot live up to their expectations.
Several rays of escaping light rushed towards the demonic cloud like sharp arrows, igniting a dazzling and bright light. This was the final bloom of these Nascent Soul monks' lifelong cultivation.
Even though the few rays of escaping light were so insignificant and insignificant compared to the huge demonic cloud that was about a mile in diameter from the pursuit, they still imprinted their own unique brilliance in the sky.
Boom boom boom!
Several extremely brilliant light clusters suddenly exploded in the air.
They bloomed instantly like fireworks, and then quickly withered away, along with several figures that had lost their life breath.
"Crunch..."
The blindfolded brother trembled. He hung a brass trumpet on his ear and could hear clearly what was happening behind him, but there was nothing he could do.
Among the people running away on the ground, the cries suddenly became louder.
The pursuing Yao Yun was blocked by this and hesitated for a moment, looking a little confused. Then he regained his composure and chased after him.
However, the speed is slightly slower.
Seeing the mountains and jungles ahead, the human race seemed to have hope of escaping.
Everyone's spirits were shaken, and they all urged their mounts to move.
Chasing Yaoyunzhong from behind.
Suddenly there was a soft buzzing sound.
A ray of light rushed out directly from the demon cloud, drew an arc in the air, and pursued the fleeing human race at an extremely fast speed.
Its escape speed is extremely fast, and the distance between it and the human race is getting closer and closer.
"Brother..." There was only one man left next to the leader with a red cloth eye scarf. His chest and abdomen were wrapped in white cloth and half of it was stained red. "It's my turn..."
"You should take care of yourself in the future..."
"No..." The man blindfolded in red cloth waved his hand.
"The one chasing you is the cultivator of the Transformation of God, you can't stop him."
"Eighteen, now you are the only Nascent Soul cultivator left in the Dragon Seizing Alliance, and you will be the leader from now on."
"I can only resist those who come."
"Absolutely not, big brother..." Shiba shook his head anxiously.
He originally wanted to say that as long as the other party hangs on you for a few breaths, the demon soldiers will catch up and you won't be able to leave.
But the big brother who was blindfolded in red cloth had already grabbed his wrist and threw him forward.
Shiba did not expect that his elder brother would suddenly attack him, and his body could not help but fly out like a cloud and mist.
When he fell down and regained his composure, he found that he had been thrown to the front of the fleeing human race by his elder brother, only a hundred feet away from the stretching mountain forest.
He turned around and looked again, only to see his eldest brother flying back like a meteor.
"Brother..."
Shiba screamed in pain, his heart twisting like a knife, knowing that his eldest brother would never come back.
View from high in the air.
A ray of light flew out from each of the fleeing human race and the pursuing monster cloud, and violently collided with each other with decisive force.
Boom!
After a loud noise.
Brother Hongbu fought hard with the chasing light, and an extremely bright light suddenly lit up in the sky.
Both sides are cultivating gods, and their respective fields collided fiercely, setting off a wave of spiritual energy that blew in all directions.
Brother Hongbu staggered and flew back dozens of feet before he stabilized himself and stopped in the air. The corner of his mouth was bleeding, and he was obviously injured.
The monks who were chasing him from the opposite side also had a hard time. They fell back nearly a hundred feet, with blood spurting from their seven orifices. The situation was even more tragic.
But the other party laughed wildly instead.
"Are you the leader of the Dragon Seizing Alliance?"
"Good, good, I finally caught you, you damn bug."
"This is a job I got with great difficulty!"
"Kill you and then kill your subordinates, and then I can go back and serve my lord!"
"This great contribution is due to my loyalty!"
The man in red cloth spat out bloody saliva in disgust.
"Bah... You are just a lackey of the demon clan who betrayed your own clan. Do you deserve the surname Tiger?"
It turned out that the cultivator who was chasing the gods from the opposite side was also a human race. He was as tall as an iron tower and had a demon pattern of flying clouds and tigers carved on his forehead. He turned out to be a member of the demon race.
It's really ironic that the team chasing the human race this time is actually led by a family member who is also from the human race.
Hu Jinzhong laughed.
"What's wrong with being a dog?"
"At least there is meat to eat with the master!"
"A lowly person like you only deserves to be eaten by us!"
"It's useless to talk too much, you'll risk your life!"
He relied on the cultivation method of the demon clan. His whole body was shaken, and the demon power erupted. The blood from all the orifices on his face was immediately evaporated, and he rushed forward with a tiger-mouthed sword in his hand.
The leader of the Red Cloth Dragon Seizing Alliance snorted coldly and rushed forward with a judge's pen in each hand.
Hu Jinzhong walked lightly, constantly circling around the red cloth man in the air, slashing with his sword, and did not confront him head-on. He knew that when the monsters behind him came, the man would be dead.
He is here to perform meritorious service, not to die.
A tiger is loyal to a tiger and a tiger is loyal to a tiger, which does not mean sacrificing one's life to be loyal.
The man in red cloth used a pair of judge's pens with extremely exquisite writing skills, but the opponent was a monk of the same level as him and both had areas. He tried his best to avoid the battle, but there was nothing he could do.
If he turned around and fled, he would escape alone, but all his subordinates would be killed.
"Ah..."
The man in red cloth roared sadly.
How unfair God is to my human race!
(End of chapter)