"Huhh!"

Lingyu Mountain is filled with snow and snowstorms.

The cold wind poured into the mouth and nose, and the cold slapped on the eyelids and cheeks. Every time I touched it, it was a trembling that penetrated into my bone marrow.

Hua Changdeng could hardly hear the noise of the world. In the dull and unsightly eyes, the lonely figure in Baiyi Shengxue opposite was reflected.

One person and one sword make the sun and the moon blew.

"The immortal in the ordinary..."

The eight masters know how beautiful jade is like!

As if it is still, it hides wisdom and is always standing between heaven and earth. It is a magical creation.

If Qingju returns to the body, then the Tao follows nature and is round and integrated.

What He presented throughout his body was the perfect fusion of yin and yang, and the perfection of ignorance and leakage.

It is Wuji, and it is also Taiji.

However, it is as motionless as a mountain, as thunder as trembling, and the concept of "ancestoral god" is by no means just a statement.

When Qingju calls us and lifts it in your hand, Tai Chi produces two qualities, and Yin and Yang are divided into clear distinction.

Even if the great catastrophe of the ancestor god's destruction is summoned, he can return to perfection and break the shattered calamity.

"It would be fine if you return to zero in one step and transcend the great catastrophe of the Ancestral God's Destruction Dharma."

"Where is His Hedao Period?"

Even though the Bazunyi demonstrated it several times, Hua Changdeng seemed to understand it, but she still couldn't get around this bend from the inertia of thinking.

Why are there people who can return to zero in one step without passing through tribulation or in line with the Tao?

Hua Changdeng's insight is not inferior to the Tenth Ancestors. If it is not like this, it will not be able to embark on the road of two-in-one. Even after failure, it can fall back and rise again, and reopen its mysterious glory with the way of swords.

If later generations carefully reviewed the achievements of His, they should have exceeded the achievements of at least half the price of sword, dragon, war, and heaven.

Yes! Compared with the long and long life of the ancestor god, Hua Changlantern is less than a little bit.

But in the short and hurrying decades, He has achieved the ultimate, the ultimate of an era!

He perfectly interpreted his own talents, perfectly used the resources of the Holy Emperor of Yunshan, perfectly mediated between medicine, ghosts, and swordsmanship, and embarked on a new path of his own.

He used the time apart—even when he was imprisoned on the screen, he was diligent in every moment, deducing how to take every step after the ancestor god.

Hua Changdeng is a genius.

He believes that the five realms will also recognize this.

He is a genius among geniuses, otherwise he would not have been the first ancestor god in the spiritual refining era!

But the eight masters know...

Hua Changdeng was stunned and looked sideways, silently looking into the east.

When Qingju returned from the Dongshan Burial Sword Tomb, when he hunted the ghosts and shattered the eight swords, the so-called "genius" became a joke!

In front of one step, the efforts of the God of Death were refining the power of the god of death, the annexation of the god's yin, the two-in-one ghost ancestor, the sword ghost opened the mystery, all became clown tricks!

"Tap, tap, tap..."

In the dead world of self, crisp footsteps sounded again, as if someone had walked over.

Hua Changdeng's eyes were blurred.

He looked over and saw no more of the five realms.

Instead, I saw myself, half leaning under the broken willow, scattered and self-consistent.

One person, one sword.

An ancient table and a broken lamp.

It’s not about being self-pitying, but about hiding arrogance, disdain, and pretentiousness.

"Tap!Tap!Tap!"

But the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and they became more and more harsh.

Step by step, step on your own heart of Tao, splashing out the waves one after another.

Looking at the long lamp under the broken willows, the ancient well at that time was not wafting, and the heart lake tsunami in the present moment.

His pupils trembled violently.

He knew very well when this was, who was coming, and what was his goal.

Eighth Palace!

The sage slave sits first and lifts his face!

The Eighth Sword Immortal, come back to the world!

And the one who walked up with the crisp footsteps, shaking his head and muttering something was Daoqiongcang, who held Tianji Si Nan and told him about this.

"Shut up!"

"Shut up!"

Hua Changdeng suddenly rose, and the sword ghost stabbed away, poking several holes into Daoqiong, and smashing the figure to pieces.

He took a breath, as if he had stopped something, but...

Bang!

Tianji Sinan fell to the ground, and the shadow of the star spoon was reflected by the candlelight of the screen and the ground, and the length stopped.

The long chanting sound of Taoist sky is like the Qingju coming from the east, which is straightened to the heart of the people, and it still sings loudly in the depths of the soul:

"A sword comes from the east, and I am drunk and leaning against the yellow spring to walk through the blue sky."

"How can I win the devotion of my sincere devotion if I don't become a guest in the world?"

Click!

The screen and the ground are broken like a mirror and a moon.

After a lifetime of hard work, I failed. I could not match the Tao or swallow the sword. Instead, I was like a pious pilgrim who bowed, bowed twice, and bowed three times, and respectfully invited the gods and Buddhas in my eyes.

The gods and Buddhas have not moved.

Hua Changdeng saw his hidden arrogance, disdain and pretentiousness, and was stepped on by someone and rubbed into a scum.

...

"Huhh!"

Heavy snow and white hair.

The whistling wind slapped Lingyu and Shi Li people from all over Fusang to wake up.

"hiss."

Gou Wuyue was like a drowning person, and was able to surface and choked on a long-lost air containing sour water vapor.

He came alive.

His chest was fluctuating violently.

"road……"

He looked at the eight lords in the sky in a daze.

In a blink of an eye, the eight masters disappeared and merged with heaven and earth!

In front of him, Hua Changdeng was named a god and ancestor, but was unattainable, but he was suddenly reached the bottom of the dust and could no longer see Him.

How can the light of fireflies compete with the bright moon?

But……

“How did it do it?”

"How can you do it overnight?"

Gou Wuyue clearly witnessed the process of the Eight Masters seeking truth. He also knew this guy's personality and never hid his own personalities.

I will show you how much you can see and how much you can learn. The rest depends on your own fortune.

"The destiny of the gods is called the ancestors, the destiny of the ancestors is true and false, distinguish between me, two in one, one return to zero..."

There are things that I have seen and those mentioned by Daoqiongcang. Gou Wuyue is very clear about how to go ahead.

But he could understand the path that the Tenth Ancestors walked and the path that Hua Changdeng walked. Even if they were extraordinary, they would not make people feel powerless.

Everyone has a scale in their heart.

What He can do, I can do it, maybe even better!

Therefore, when I saw Hua Changdeng becoming a god and becoming an ancestor, Gou Wuyue felt emotion, but never despaired.

But……
To be continued...