"Roar..."

Watching the old enemy surrounded by demonic aura go crazy and leave, Gou Wuyue's eyes flickered, wondering what he was thinking about.

He tried his best to hold up his body with his sword, but finally couldn't hold on any longer and could only sit down with his legs crossed.

The charm of the Moonless Sword Immortal in the past is long gone now.

Gou Wuyue no longer wears fluttering blue clothes, a white band on her forehead, and a refined temperament.

His body was covered with bloody bandages, and the wounds all over his body were aching all the time because he was often soaked in the Dead Sea.

This injury was all caused by Saint Slave Wuxiu!

Ancient sword cultivators are completely different from physical cultivators. They have high attack and low defense, and do not have that good recovery power.

Once the output cannot perfectly replace the defense, the whole body will be injured.

In the Dead Sea, without spiritual energy, elixirs and other restorative items, the physique of ancient sword cultivators is basically the same as that of ordinary people.

Saint Slave Wuxiu was also covered in sword wounds from Gou Wuyue, but his injuries often healed on their own after he went crazy.

It's impossible to live without a moon.

Every time he fought for half an hour, the lunatic would always seize the opportunity and leave wounds.

As time goes by, his body has become completely broken, like a waning old man, and he no longer has the appearance of a swordsman in the sky.

"well……"

I thought about my former friends who were thrown into the forbidden realm just like me.

He encountered more and stronger ghosts and beasts than Saint Slave Wu Xiu, but he was able to come out intact.

Gou Wuyue couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

The contrast between the two extremes is so stark, it's really sad.

Thinking of the Eight Masters, he couldn't help but think of the battle in the Eight Palaces.

When he thought of the Eighth Palace, he could not help but think of the advice of the Eight Masters.

The "Big Buddha Killing" that day cut off not only Gou Wuyue's pride, but also the creed he had been pursuing for half his life.

Lift your eyes and look into the distance.

The dark, calm Dead Sea was just like the Eighth Palace rewriting his Gou Wuyue's life trajectory that day, rewriting his current state of mind.

"Black clouds dominate the sky, and the river flows westward."

"The principles of Dao are often absent, and the power is due to the subordinates bowing to each other."

"A broken wing is no longer a bird, and a sealed sword is no longer a mortal body."

"Afraid of bowing your head? My Dao Tian is too low..."

Closing her eyes and murmuring silently, Gou Wuyue paused for a long time before sighing again.

Nulan's voice in his hand seemed to empathize with his master's loneliness at the moment, and let out a low whine.

"Familiar with..."

It's today.

Combining what the Eight Lords did after being familiar with the Eight Palaces, and then recalling his announcement when he came back, and also admonishing himself, Gou Wuyue had a new understanding.

At that time, he thought that the Eight Masters still had not suffered a single setback, gained a single wisdom, and were still immersed in the glory of the past.

Now, he saw the unruly young man who had never been defeated again.

The winds and clouds are changing, the principles of Taoism are reversed, and the wings of birds are broken. It turns out that the demons are causing chaos and the Holy Emperor is sealing the sky.

I thought that the undefeated young man had already died.

But I never thought that the giant bowed down not out of fear, but because the sky was low and his head would hit when he straightened his waist.

When he returned from his fall and straightened his back again, he was still the same person who was one foot tall and eight feet tall, still unchanged!

"and I?"

Gou Wuyue asked himself, shaking his head and laughing.

Although he was unwilling to admit it, in the eyes of the Eight Masters, he, Gou Wuyue, had indeed chosen to be sealed by the Holy Emperor, follow the new rules, put down his pride, and bow down like a servant.

"I thought that within the rules, as long as I had no desires or pursuits, I could do whatever I wanted and achieve greatness."

"It turns out that as long as you can't escape the restrictions, no matter how seemingly you have no desires, no matter how reckless you are, you are still the golden bird in the cage, with limited freedom."

"perhaps you're right……"

The trials and tribulations in the Dead Sea had already made Gou Wuyue put aside her pride and continue to think about her previous actions.

He was wondering why when he was young, he could use the "Sword of No Desire", but when he was old, he couldn't use the sword, and the longer he lived, the better he got.

What is "true desirelessness" and what is "true and false behavior"?

"Ah……"

Gou Wuyue, whose long hair had not been taken care of for a long time, laughed sadly, shook her head and muttered:

"Wen Ting, Wen Ting, you were frustrated thirty years earlier than me, and you also woke up thirty years earlier than me!"

He straightened up and glanced at the broken arm. Gou Wuyue's eyes were no longer hesitant, and he had completely given up on the Holy Temple.

He no longer had any hope.

Ancient sword cultivators should not place restrictions on themselves.

Any "undesired behavior" that surrenders to the rules is an excuse.

——You have put shackles and faith on yourself, and you still have to rely on others to kill the gods and Buddhas in your heart. How can you make a breakthrough?

The eight acquaintances are the true nature!

Lawlessness is the most vivid interpretation of the three words "ancient sword repair"!

No matter how much he refused to accept it, Gou Wuyue had to admit that he lost more than one step.

If you don't wake up, you will have no hope of getting close to that person's back in this life!

Well said sleeveless…

This lunatic spends half an hour of his waking time every day, half of which comes to fight with him, and half of which he talks about his understanding of the Great Dao during the battle, asking Gou Wuyue to help him remember it.

Naturally, Gou Wuyue would not help Wu Xiu remember his understanding of the secrets of fire every time he was awake, and then respond to his request and tell him about the various attempts he had made before when he was awake next time.

But if things continue like this...

Hearing new crazy ideas every time.

Gou Wuyue was influenced by madness every time, and was naturally affected subtly.

What impressed him most was a sentence that Wu Xiu would repeat every time he fought.

Every time he couldn't remember, every time he had to say it, it was like time was constantly looping, and he always forgot and retold the profoundness before.

Sleeveless is something I can’t remember.

But Gou Wuyue remembered it after it was repeated again and again.

"The Dead Sea is a shackles for ordinary people, but it cannot trap the ideas of geniuses, and one day they will boil over;"

"The Holy Mountain of Guizhe is a greenhouse for geniuses, but it is your moonless prison. It cannot be filled with the fragrance of the Heavenly Sword and Guizhe!"

——Do I want to be silent like this?

After the battle, the one-armed Gou Wuyue, who was exhausted, suddenly grasped Nulan's voice, a bright light flashed in his eyes, and he drew his sword.

He proudly held out his chest and stared into the distance.

In his eyes, there is no longer the silence of the Dead Sea, as if he sees the magnificent and furious ocean when he was young at that time.

"Sang Qiye, you made a mistake, it should be..."

"One day it will be difficult to boil, but it will be filled with the fragrance of Heavenly Sword and Cinnamon!"

boom!

This day.

A thunderbolt suddenly sounded in the Dead Sea, frightening three thousand drowning people to wake up.

However, there was no follow-up to this statement. Even if someone was sent to investigate after Gui Gui conquered the Holy Mountain, they could not find out the source of the accident.

…

There are two very special secret cities in the Holy Continent.

Like the secret realm "Half Moon Bay" in the Southern Territory, they have their own special rules that transcend the mainland.

One is the city of pagoda represented by "Pinghu".

There are righteous and peaceful laws of heaven there, making it very easy for people to enter a stable and stable state of mind.

Therefore, the city of Shengfutu has become a holy place for alchemists, weapon refiners, spiritual formation masters and other special professional spiritual alchemists, and is the headquarters of major associations.
To be continued...