The crescent moon in the sky turned into a full moon, the glow around Jingli merged with the moonlight, and the heavenly altar continued to rise, reaching the endless deep sky. 『Elegant*Wen*Words*Emotion*First*Posted』
The white bull under Gongsun Yanhua's seat stepped back a little, his eyes slightly alert. But Gongsun Yanhua on its back just patted its head soothingly, then jumped off the back of the cow and pulled out a bone umbrella from the void. The skeleton of this white bone umbrella is made of the remains of monster beasts. The bones are solid and translucent. The umbrella is covered with colorful flowers in full bloom.
Youth is like a nightmare, flowers and bones are beautiful.
Gongsun Yanhua's body was too weak. When she landed, she could only use an umbrella to support herself slightly. Her long black skirt swayed into soft waves.
At this time, the Lutian Holy Altar has flown into the endless sky, surrounded by piercing winds, sky fires, and magnetic light. If an ordinary cultivator is not careful, his body and mind will be destroyed in this extreme celestial phenomenon. But the two people confronting each other here are not ordinary cultivators. They are the core of Taoism, the containers of Taoism, and saints. Since they can inherit the great power of heaven, this little celestial phenomenon will naturally not pose a threat to them.
"A Liu go back first." Gongsun Yanhua held the umbrella handle with one hand and stroked the soft and thick hair on the back of the white cow with the other hand, "This is not a place for you to stay."
The big white bull-bell-like eyes looked at her, and then backed away little by little towards the edge of the Lutian Holy Altar. It looked at the woman who was struggling to even stand up. Without blinking, it retreated until it could no longer retreat before spreading its wings and flying directly to the land directly below.
Gongsun Yanhua watched it leave, then turned back to Jingli and said, "If I die, remember to send my body back to Yaoque Tower."
Jingli was a little startled. He didn't expect the demon saint to say such things before the war. He was silent for a moment and said: "If I die, remember to send my body back..."
He paused.
Saints are different from ordinary human cultivators. Their existence disappears after the Tao Fruit differentiates into Tao Seeds, so they cannot enter the Lutian Holy Altar and become heroic spirits. Should the corpse be kept in the human race? No, Terrans don't remember losers. If he were defeated by Gongsun Yanhua, he would be a sinner of the human race. How could he still keep his bones intact
Is there any place for him in the vast world
Jingli glanced at the misty stone mirror, and then slowly said to Gongsun Yanhua: "... Tianyi Pavilion."
The largest Taoist treasure in the world is suspended.
The Tianyi outer pavilion is built in the Tianzhen Valley of Bailu Cave. There are secret rubbings and various jade slips for disciples to refer to for practice. The Tianyi Cabinet is built in the Tianyi Cave of Shenyinmen, and there is also a senior Shenyinmen seated deep in this cabinet.
Gongsun Yanhua had long noticed the stone mirror on the altar and the three sticks of incense burning slowly in front of the mirror. She sighed quietly: "Why would you be willing to fall into the world of human beings if you are too high to become an immortal?"
Jingli Jing was extremely talented, and for him, ascending to immortality was only a matter of a few decades. Why would he come to the human realm in an attempt to turn the tide on his own
Before she finished speaking, the ground beneath her feet began to turn white and gradually turned into bones. en8. These white bones do not look ferocious, but are more delicate and delicate than the rough stones before. The subtle lines on it spread little by little, flowers bloomed among the white bones, and a fresh air of the mountains spread across the altar.
The Lutian Holy Altar is a small world of its own, surrounded by snow-capped mountains and grasslands, Gobi deserts, beaches and abyss, while a small stone platform hangs high in the center. Although the stone platform is small, it is extremely delicate. Ancient human sacrificial activities are carved on the complete stone blocks. The will of the ancestors in ancient times has been passed down through the blood and has not disappeared to this day. It can be said that this square stone platform is the core part of the Lutian Holy Altar, but Gongsun Yanhua did almost nothing and started to let bones grow in the stone and flowers grow on the bones.
The ferocious demonic energy remains extremely aggressive in this environment dominated by humanity.
Jing Li rolled up his sleeves, and the warm jade-like light shone on the stone platform, neither stopping the bone formation nor destroying the flowers.
He lowered his eyes and replied gently: "How can we ignore the decline of humanity?"
These radiances come from the essence of the sun and the moon, and are harmless to all things, and can even make all things in the world prosper. Gongsun Yanhua looked at the various wonders and wonders shrouded in light and did not relax at all. Although he always regarded himself as an elder, no saint dared to really look down on Jingli.
After all, none of them can achieve Taoism in a century like Jingli.
A person is upright and peaceful, good at governing, mastering checks and balances, able to observe the changes in astronomy from above, and the subtleties of the world from below. The demon path governs the vitality of the bloodline, transforming all things, gathering the essence of heaven and earth to build the foundation of the body. Logically speaking, Gongsun Yanhua should be the one taking the initiative among the two. After all, Humanity is good at detecting changes and then neutralizing threats. But now she tried to test him, but Jingli didn't respond.
"pity."
It's a pity that such talent and magnanimity will all be lost in this troubled world.
Gongsun Yanhua sighed lowly and opened the bone umbrella in his hand. The umbrella reflected a small shadow in the warm glow.
The shadow soon twisted crazily and gradually split into strange shapes. Some of these monsters looked like cows and horses, some looked like birds, and there were even some strange beasts from the world that had long since disappeared. These shadows soon filled the entire altar. As the white bones spread, the shadows changed from stiff to agile, and finally penetrated into the bones like living creatures. There was a "crunching" sound from the ground, cracks appeared in the white bones, and the shadows that had just penetrated appeared into the bones of huge monster beasts, and their breath was extremely vivid. If you close your eyes and examine it carefully with your soul, you won't be able to feel that it is a dead thing.
Gongsun Yanhua still had an umbrella in his hand, but Jingli had nothing, but what they stepped on was the greatest sacred weapon of war in humanity.
Jingli remained motionless, the light he shed was holy and gentle, so clean that there was no color, but it was not dazzling. These rays of light obviously cannot cause any harm to the monster corpses everywhere, and they can even absorb the essence of the sun and moon from them.
He once again calmly responded to Demon Dao Gongsun Yanhua’s sigh: “No regrets.”
These white-bone demonic skeletons were a little slow at first, but they quickly adapted to such bodies. They approached Jingli step by step, and their ferocious demonic aura almost broke through the shackles of the clouds and holy light. Before Gongsun Yanhua took action, even Jingli could not imagine that the demonic aura in her body was so violent. Like mountains and seas, boundless, this demonic aura condensed into substance carries a crazy aura that engulfs everything, which is completely different from the gentle and weak appearance of her.
A hydra skeleton was the first to approach Jingli. Its nine heads danced in unison and rushed towards the unprepared saint like thunder.
It opened its huge mouth, and its white teeth moved up and down. A crisp cracking sound was heard, as if the horn of an attack was blowing. Countless demonic corpses swarmed up, drowning Jingli almost instantly.
But Gongsun Yanhua frowned slightly, the crisp sound was the sound of the Hydra bones breaking.
She put away the skeleton umbrella and lowered the tip of the umbrella to the ground. Countless monster skeletons collapsed instantly and turned into fly ash. The shadow quickly disappeared into the umbrella.
Jingli stood peacefully among the tens of thousands of corpses, neither fighting back nor getting injured.
Gongsun Yanhua said: "The Tao is inviolable... A Taoist friend is actually a holy and perfect person."
This was the first time she called Jingli "fellow Taoist".
The conflict between saints and saints is more of a collision between Tao and Tao. The human Tao itself is weaker than the demon Tao, so Jingli will never have the upper hand in the confrontation, but it is not difficult for him to guard against Gongsun Yanhua. As he said, the saint himself is a "person outside the painting" and cannot be harmed by external forces. It is normal that these bones cannot touch him.
However, Gongsun Yanhua had just turned his flower shadow into a demon corpse, but he actually contained the truth of life and death. Use your true body to invade humanistic sacred objects such as the Lutian Holy Altar, and then reverse life and death, sending the souls of the monsters and beasts that roam the world into your own bones, allowing them to regain the power they had in life. This kind of power is not only "external force", but also the way of life and death in Gongsun Yanhua's true body.
"I originally thought that fellow Taoists would respond to the challenge with the Qianyuan Way of the Gentleman, but I didn't want to be too superior..."
Gongsun Yanhua looked a little puzzled. After all, Jingli Cheng was a human saint, but he really couldn't see much of the gentleman's Qianyuan Dao in him.
Jingli replied calmly: "Human life is like a mirror, neither happy nor tired, neither rejecting nor welcoming. If so, all things will be inviolable."
Gongsun Yanhua shook his head: "The Supreme Being is inaction, so everything is not harmed. Fellow Taoist, please don't confuse the situation."
Jingli says that human life is like a mirror. If you do not bring any joy or sorrow when facing all things, neither rejecting its departure nor welcoming its arrival, then nothing in the world can invade it. But this statement is obviously wrong. Even if people do not welcome the dawn, the morning sun will always rise in the morning. Even if people do not feel sad and happy about natural disasters, these disasters will come sooner or later.
It can be said that people's adjustment to themselves cannot completely free themselves from the shackles of "Tao".
Gongsun Yanhua immediately pointed out what he said.
Do nothing and let things develop naturally, but you will not be harmed by everything. This is the characteristic of the Supreme Saint, and it is also the reason why the Immortal Saint has always been invincible among the saints - if the Immortal Saint does not take action, then no one can hurt him in the slightest.
Gongsun Yanhua looked at Jingli with deep eyes, the tip of her umbrella touched the ground lightly, as if she was thinking about something.
"People's hearts, fairy spirits." She stared at Jingli, not afraid of his sudden outburst. After all, human beings are not good at taking the initiative, and Tai Shang Dao is no longer invincible once he takes action. She continued, "I seem to have guessed what you are practicing..."
"In ancient times, the human race was caught in disasters from heaven and earth, and trapped by demons and beasts. It was extremely difficult for them to reproduce. Then, during the apocalypse, some people in the human race gave up their emotions and desires and became witches. As a great witch, they protected the tribe's long-term prosperity and would not be destroyed by disasters and demons. . And although you, like Taishangdao, are careless and have no involvement in the world of mortals, you still use your body to protect the prosperity of the human race. How is this similar to the Great Witch?"
Gongsun Yanhua suddenly laughed: "We are all doing this kind of thing to find another method of immortality. The one in Daxue Mountain is the way of Buddha and Demon. This time, it seems that you are trying to combine the way of human and immortal to trace the ancient witchcraft. Tell me?"
The problem of combining the ways of human beings and immortals is not big, but the problem of "tracing back to ancient times" is a big problem.
Just like Shinto, this is an orthodoxy that has been destroyed. Let’s not talk about whether there is a way to bring it back. Even if there is a way, it is based on destroying the current orthodoxy. With the Taoist chess hidden in the Burial Cloud Palace, the saints nowadays basically cannot refuse the coming of the Shinto, but the witch Tao is different.
At that time, gods and demons were divided into two parts of the world, so the arrival of a Shinto only required the destruction of half of the current Taoism. The Wu Tao was the dominant one in the world at that time. If it were really brought back, the current Taoism would be destroyed. For the human race, it doesn't matter even if they lose the declining humanistic tradition. The witchcraft that was once more glorious than gods and demons can naturally protect their prosperity. As for other sects, it doesn't take any great calamity for them to be eliminated.
If Jingli was trying something like this, he would be too dangerous to the Tao.
Now he couldn't deny that Gongsun Yanhua was not blind, and one test was enough for her to see a lot of things.
She sighed sadly, and then laughed again, with helplessness in her words: "I don't understand why Taiqing would protect you. Regardless of the return of the Heavenly Palace this time, he should have killed you when you became a saint with this combination. ”
Jingli rarely took action in person. Most of the time, he sat at the Lutian Holy Altar and used the altar to suppress foreign races. Therefore, the only one who knew about his return to the witchcraft before this was probably his master. But Taiqing acquiesced to all this and watched him go further and further on the path he chose.
Jingli could only remain silent.
"The matter has come to this, we can't do anything but get rid of it..." An old sigh came from the distant sky, accompanied by the vast aura of death.
The majestic and gloomy ghost city flew directly towards the altar where the holy light shone. The two collided head-on, and a majestic death energy instantly poured into the humane holy vessel. The gate of the ghost city suddenly opened, and countless ghost armies followed the wave of death energy into the Lutian Holy Altar, destroying everything they could touch. The death energy was as vast as a river, and the sound of howling ghosts and beasts was endless. Soon, this black energy surrounded the small stone platform in the center of the altar.
The light on the stone platform is silent, neither welcoming nor rejecting. The death energy can't invade even half of it, but it can't help the death energy at all.
Jingli took a deep breath, looked back at the three sticks of incense that were only as long as a fingernail, and bowed to the ghost city: "I came at the right time..."
"I wonder if you can fight?"
The words are like gold and stone, striking the ground with a sound.