Chapter 1692 The obsession of seeking the Tao
The White Bone Sect is quiet.
Everything is orderly and returned to normal.
Even the God of Hedao in this sect began to wake up from the trance, and a hint of doubt appeared in his heart. After careful experience for a long time, he did not find any abnormality. He could only remember the doubts at this moment and continue to fall into cultivation.
No one knows that outside of cause and effect and space, the terrifying murderous intent is surging like a tide and boiling.
"These two people,"
"Why do two such people know my whereabouts?"
Jiang Ding whispered coldly.
This time he came to the upper realm, he implemented the highest standards of lurking from beginning to end, never relaxed once, never touched any cause and effect, and even the flow of time was greatly relieved, and it was difficult for the deduction of heaven and man to find him.
If the concealment of the treasure of the fortune is included, even the near immortals may not know his existence.
However!
Even such a high-level concealment was discovered by two gods of Taoism and by two weak people below the heavens.
This is simply horrifying, with violent murderous intent, and I can hardly help but silence you in an instant.
Past friendship?
The Great Love God doesn't count, and he has no friendship.
In the past, it was always the way you worked and I gave me money. Both parties were all in business and had no friendship.
The Qingyun God Lord Han Lin has a certain friendship. In the past, the two sides can be said to be as light as water, and they are almost equal.
What is equality?
It’s okay to have ordinary interests, you can give in and retreat humbly.
But fellow Taoist, since you have taken the initiative to involve my avenue and affect my life safety, please die!
Because I believe that you will do this from my perspective.
This is equality.
Every monk must fight for his own way.
Since Han Lin took the initiative to affect the life safety of the Great Sun Sword Lord, he must face the counterattack of the Great Sun Sword Lord. This is a natural law of nature.
At some point, the two of them were almost dead.
And he will inevitably die instantly.
Under Daozi, no one can compete with Chunyang Jianzi's deliberate sneak attack, even if there is a celestial level of life, it is useless.
But at the last moment, Chunyang Jianzi hesitated.
"These two people,"
"What's wrong!"
"What's wrong with them."
Jiang Ding whispered coldly: "They can vaguely judge where I might appear. In addition, the strength of the two of them has grown too fast!"
"Now, you have already had the strength similar to the disciples of the Immortal Sect's inheritance."
"It is not that the foundation reaches the strength of the disciples of the Immortal Sect's inheritance, but that they have the strength with the help of treasures or some kind of trump card. This is too strange, it is two anomalies..."
"Obnormal..."
Thinking of this, Jiang Ding couldn't help but remain silent.
In the past, the eight great immortal sects in the previous generation often called him anomalies, meaning beyond common sense.
But now I don’t want to see anomaly.
These two people must have a shocking treasure and opportunity!
However, it is very abnormal and natural that Dari Jianzi has no greed or desire to seize it. The pride in his heart does not allow him to do so, and he becomes a demon cultivator who kills and treasures.
"My sword,"
"You can pick everything in the world, even if it is an immortal!"
Jiang Ding said coldly.
He will never execute any creature who does not violate the laws of the Immortal Sect, nor will he violate his principles. Otherwise, even if there is a great opportunity, his swordsmanship will end with it, and there will be no longer the pride of swordsmanship.
And the immortal...
Jiang Ding inexplicably knew that there should be no external force in the world that can make people become immortals.
If you lose all the pride of swordsmanship in your heart, you will really lose everything and completely sink into depravity.
"Forget..."
"Since there is an abnormal number, since I didn't choose to take action at that time, then forget it."
Jiang Ding sighed lowly.
His figure left the White Bone Sect and disappeared.
The risk level of this place has increased and is no longer safe. Now we need a safer place, at least far away from it.
But, anomaly...
Abnormal number…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Before we knew it, more than a thousand years have passed.
The central domain to which the Leiyang Tianjian Realm belongs, in the Yang Lei Realm.
Two fellow Taoist cultivators were chased by a Lei Yang inheritance sword cultivator. They vomited blood and ran away with scars on their bodies. Finally, they almost escaped with a teleportation array preset here.
The two of them went to seek the land separately for nearly a hundred years to heal their wounds before they gathered again.
They could see each other's anxiety in their hearts at a glance.
"The upper realm is getting more and more dangerous now."
"The battle between the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm and the Thunder Yang Heavenly Sword Realm, the war between the Heavenly Beast Garden and the Seven Killing Immortal Palace, I heard that the immortals are not at ease... There is no place to be stable!"
The young man with dark skin said coldly.
The devil of the side face did not answer his question, and walked firmly towards an ordinary True Sect of Void Refining Level, called the Black Sword Sect, stopped at the Sutra Pavilion and saluted respectfully.
"Meet,"
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"Heavenly Lord!"
There was no response, and he did not get up.
After a long time, I changed my direction and repeated this matter.
There is no miracle, as countless times in the past thousands of years, that makes people wonder if it is if the two of them are already crazy.
Because the heavens and man have no hope, they are already crazy.
A few years later, the White-Faced God stood up and sighed, signaling the young man with a dark complexion.
This young man with dark skin did not say anything sarcastic or complained. He sighed, "Are you a fellow Taoist in the early stage of Hedao or the middle stage of Hedao?"
"How long has the cultivation level not changed?"
"Cultivation..."
The White-Faced God was silent for a long time.
"In the middle stage of Hedao, there has been no change for thousands of years and has fallen into a bottleneck. This is our destiny for breaking our foundation. Even if there are many adventures, it will end here."
"That's how casual cultivators have reached the limit of life."
"Compared with the billions of creatures in the Beiyuan small world tens of thousands of years ago, we have been much better, and we shouldn't be unwilling to accept it."
"Perhaps, I should be looking for a place to create the Taoist sect now. Even if I cannot live forever, maybe there will be someone in my future generations."
"Countless years ago, the Pure Yang ancestor in the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm should be the situation we are in now, right?"
"This is also an alternative immortality."
The Great Love God's countless deductions and countless experiences all point to a slim result.
It’s too difficult for heaven and man.
The Supreme Immortal Sect, it’s so terrifying.
Even though he had countless opportunities, he had never succeeded once, as if there were destined existences in his destiny, and the nodes of fate were blocked by him. He could not bypass him at all, and he would die in an instant.
Destiny has already reached a dead end.
"Go to find an alternative immortality..."
The young man with dark skin was stunned.
A wild boy from the mountain village should be satisfied to this day?
An alternative immortality, even though one dies, the sect and inheritance continue. People still care about it after millions of years and tens of millions of years. Can such a glimmer of hope fill the unwillingness in the heart?
Countless thoughts appear in the sea of consciousness.
Give up just now?
"Meet..."
"Uncle Master!"
The young man with dark skin faced one direction, saluted hoarsely, and his body remained motionless.
This scene made him inexplicably recall that when the two met for the first time, they were both young and mortals. They looked at each other inadvertently in that dilapidated temple.
It was quiet.
The young man with dark skin continued like this for several years, slowly stood up and looked at the people beside him, feeling sad.
"Here, no."
"Let's go..."
The White-Faced God was about to say something, but suddenly his body shook and showed an expression of ecstasy.
(This chapter ends)