——This seat told you, "The Dao is abolished, and the benevolence and righteousness come out."
The saint of humanity stood on the altar. At this time, the moonlit night was silent, but it couldn't hide the magnificent light of the altar.
There was a small case in front of him. On the case was an incense burner with three sticks of incense stuck in it. The incense burner looked simple, but the dark pattern inside was extremely complicated. On the opposite side of the small case is a stone mirror, which is as tall as a person. The mirror is shrouded in haze, clouds, towers and towers are spread all over the place, like a fairyland outside the world.
The saint of humanity gathers up his sacrificial clothes, sits in front of the desk, burns incense, pours tea, raises his glass, and salutes to the mirror.
—For tens of thousands of years, there are not many people who have ascended to the immortal way, but few people have achieved the Tao. Since the shamanism, the human race has no power to rule, and the difficulty of this way is self-evident. Shen Xiaozi, have you thought about it clearly
The clouds and mist in the mirror dissipated, covering all kinds of fairyland scenes, and finally there was only a paleness that could not be seen.
The saint of humanity looked at the three sticks of incense in front of him, and the incense was reflected in his clear pupils, flickering and flickering on and off.
He put down the teacup in his hand and sighed: "Taiqing doesn't want to see me?"
—The big mirror is about to perish, so find another way.
More than a hundred years ago, when the monster clan soldiers came to Jiuming City, the blue bird sent by Taiqing told him so.
Today, more than a hundred years later, he still sits firmly on the altar of Lutian, guarding the last isolated city in the south of the human race among the monsters.
The eyes of the saint of humanity fell on the stone mirror shrouded in mist, the tranquility was as profound as before: "Taiqing always said that my practice time was too short, so I lost to the other saints. Hua Hua surpasses all of you in a hundred years. I am not afraid of Gongsun Yanhua who is more than 100,000 years old, I am not afraid of Man Yi who stabs a knife in the back, I am not afraid of Sheng Tianxiang who is acting secretly, and I am not afraid of you who kill the saint and destroy the sect."
"Taiqing, if I still hesitated before ascending to the Holy Throne, then after ascending to the Holy Throne... I have nothing to be afraid of."
——Saints don't touch karma, and the tricks played by Gongsun Yanhua are really ridiculous... Forget it, if you don't do it, then I will let Rong Daozi kill Hu Hanmei.
The saint of humanity sat motionless in front of the desk, but the mist showed no signs of dissipating.
Now the Human Dao army is restrained by the Demon Army led by Huang Quan, and even the head of the lineage is dead, but he can't personally help him like the Ghost Dao Saint. Because the message of blood has already been transmitted in the wind, the smell of the monster race is getting stronger and stronger. Compared with Jingguo, which is the foundation of humanity, things in the East China Sea are obviously going to be a step slower.
The sound of monster trombones came and went, and as they approached, the brilliance of the Lutian altar grew brighter, but the saint of humanity always sat calmly on the spot.
The bright moon gradually rises to the sky.
There are rays of light rising from the altar of Lutian, and these rays of light are condensed into bunches, breaking through the night and constructing a false dawn.
At this time, the stick of incense in front of him was already half burned, and Shi Jing remained silent. The saint of humanity clenched the teacup in his hand, closed his eyes slightly, and once again toasted to the stone mirror. He said: "Taiqing, I beg to see you this time for the last time."
—If you are not on the altar of Lutian, Gongsun Yanhua may crush the mirror at any time. So just sit still, and this seat will incarnate and come to suppress Li Palace.
The stone mirror was quiet, empty, white, without a trace of life.
The saint of humanity looked at the mirror for a while, then at the small half of incense left, and silently put down the teacup in his hand. If you can't contact Taiqing before the three sticks of incense burn out, then this attempt will be considered a failure. When the sandalwood was first burned and the green tea was served, the Yuntai Wulou of the Darkness of the North Sea clearly appeared on the stone mirror, but it was quickly covered by the mist, probably because Taiqing was interfering with magical powers.
Taiqing doesn't want to see him.
The saint of humanity is still silent, in fact, it is useless to see him.
Now he gave up the Li Palace, Taiqing knew what he meant, so he also gave up the other hall, the return of the Heavenly Palace can be said to be a final decision. There are gods from 100,000 years ago in the Heavenly Palace, but today's monastic world can no longer accommodate so many practitioners. The road given by the Dao of Heaven is too narrow, so we have to fight, fight, and fight for our lives.
Taiqing ascended to the holy throne for the sake of the immortal way, so he can only sacrifice his life for the immortal way.
This time is different from the usual orthodox disputes. This is serious, and it is about killing saints and families. Taiqing has secretly helped the Saint of Humanity every time when Humanity was facing a major turning point, but this time he couldn't. Each of the six sages in the present world stood on the opposite side of each other.
"That's all."
The saint of humanity stood up, dragging the complicated sacrificial robe to the ground, but it was not stained with any dust, just like himself, walking in the world of mortals without karma.
The bright moon in the sky is in the middle of the sky, and the altar of walking into the sky coincides with it when it rises into the sky. The moon is shining brightly behind the saint of humanity, and the night is silent. His silver hair is better than frost and snow, his face is still young, his brows and eyes are stained with the softness of moonlight, and he is more like a saint who sympathizes with the common people than ever before.
A gentle and amiable low laugh came from under the moon, and the beast stepped into the altar with light steps.
A white bull the size of a small mountain fell from the sky, carrying a thin and pale woman in a black dress on its back. This white cow has an extraordinary origin at first glance. Its whole body is pure white without a trace of variegation, and its eyes are warm and clear, quite spiritual. With a tail like a snake and wings growing from its back, this white bull-like mount is the legendary thurstrix who serve the sages of the demon way with flesh and blood.
And the one on its back is undoubtedly Gongsun Yanhua, the sage of the demon way.
Gongsun Yanhua looked weaker than when she just woke up, she was so thin that only a handful of bones remained, and the long black dress dangled against her body, making her skin paler. Her temples were white, and there were silver strands in her black hair, and there were some fine lines around her eyes. She leaned against the back of the white bull and looked extremely weak.
But she was still beautiful, with red lips like blood, full of vitality.
"Jingli..." The Yaodao sage sat up while propping up the body of the white cow. It seemed that she was a bit out of support, and it was difficult for her to even speak. She looked at the saint of humanity who got up to greet him and smiled gently: "You are the most outstanding disciple of this generation. If I were to attack the younger generation more than a hundred years ago, I would not be embarrassed by anything."
The humane sage looked indifferent, and he replied flatly: "Living in the holy position together, Taiqing dare not pretend to be my elder. I don't know what Gongsun Daoyou means?"
The sage of the demon way acted as if he hadn't heard what he said, and continued on by herself. Her voice was soft, and she still had a sense of tolerance for the younger generation: "It's a pity, this is not a person who cherishes talents. The age of the older generation. It comes too fast, too hastily, the young have not yet grown up, and the old are dying."
The saint of humanity originally thought that she was putting on airs as a senior, and was trying to overwhelm him in terms of arrogance, but these words always sounded deeply helpless. He looked straight at the demon saint with steady eyes, waiting silently for her to speak.
The sage of the demon path coughed a few times, and after a while he raised his head and smiled apologetically at him: "I'm sorry..."
Before she finished speaking, she coughed again, and the saint of humanity lowered his eyes slightly, and stopped looking at her directly, and it seemed a little offensive to look at her any further.
The sage of the demon way kept coughing intermittently, and the white cow paced uneasily, and she stopped after turning around a few times. Her voice was a little hoarse after coughing, but she was still gentle and tolerant. She said: "Sooner or later we will perish. The fruit is ripe, and the last bit of value left is to spread the seeds, so we are not afraid of death. Jingli, all saints are like this, living on this holy throne, thinking about how to die."
Her words were scattered, and the saint of humanity couldn't understand any mystery for a while. Maybe she was just old and wanted to find someone to talk more about those words that had been suppressed for a hundred thousand years.
"I can't die." The voice of the saint of humanity was cold, and he simply refuted the words of the saint of monster way, "Humanity is different, the human race is too fragile, if the saint is not around, it will only become a vassal of other ways."
Just like the human race in the Wuwang Demon Realm, during the 100,000 years when the Wuwang Demon Realm was completely closed, they were raised by the Demon Dao, and they were tested countless times with the water of Wangchuan and Jichuan. If one has experienced the baptism of Wangchuan Jichuan and still maintains a clear mind, then he will be selected into the Demonic Dao Sect as a disciple. After these disciples grow into magic cultivators, the nature of life has changed, and they will treat their former compatriots in the same way.
For the Demon Dao of the Wudao Demon Realm, the human race is just the same resource as the blessed land, cave and heaven, and the aura of heaven and earth.
This is not bad, if it falls into the hands of Shiwan Dashan, I'm afraid it will become food.
These words were too straightforward, and the sage of the demon way couldn't help laughing: "These things can't be controlled by yourself."
She thought about it, recalled it carefully, and then said to the saint of humanity: "The prosperity of the human race is long gone. It is because the world is out of order and the avenue is free that the rise of the human race and the enlightenment of the shamanism. "
The demon saint has lived longer than any saint today, and she has truly experienced the age of gods and demons.
She mentioned the origin of practitioners, that is, the source of the Tao seed, the apocalypse. Why can ascetics comprehend the way of heaven and earth? It is because of the Dao Seed. So where did the Tao seed come from? It was because of the first apocalypse.
What if we go back further? For example, how did the apocalypse appear in the first place
No one can answer a question like this.
But now the sage of the demon way gave a statement, she said that at that time the Dao was free, so she would use the method of apocalypse to let the human race obtain some incredible power. And this was not the original intention of Tiandao. In the long years that followed, the rules of Tiandao tried countless times to correct the mistakes brought about by the apocalypse. It takes back this power from fallen ascetics, and directly obliterates too powerful ascetics, which is what practitioners often say "returning the way to the sky".
"After the apocalypse, witches appeared in the human race. In today's terms, they are people who have obtained the Tao." The saint of humanity naturally knew what she said, and he continued, "In order for the human race to reproduce, the witches abandoned human emotions. , to practice the original orthodox system in the world, shamanism. They use the power of heaven and earth, and the power of people's hearts to fight against the earth-shattering catastrophe and against the coveted monsters and beasts."
The voice of the saint of humanity was low: "This is the most powerful ancient era of the human race. As for the ancient times, the gods and demons rose up, and the prosperity of the human race ceased. After the catastrophe, all ways compete for the front, and a hundred schools of thought come together, and the human race will eventually have great power Achieve humanity, ascend to the holy throne, so that our human race will no longer shelter other orthodoxy."
"This catastrophe is coming, maybe I am the last saint of humanity, no matter what... I can't let the freedom of the race be destroyed in my hands."
The white hair of the saint of humanity spread out in the wind, and the pure white sacrificial clothing had water-like folds under the moonlight. He chuckled, and the crescent moon in the sky instantly turned into a full moon, and the brilliance poured down. The white moonlight intertwined with the sacred brilliance on the altar, magnificent and ever-changing.
"That's enough for the chatter, and I ask Fellow Daoist Gongsun to enlighten me."