The crescent moon in the sky turned into a full moon, the radiance of Jingli's body merged with the moonlight, and the altar of Lutian continued to rise, reaching the endless deep space.
The white bull under the seat of Gongsun Yanhua stepped back a little, his eyes slightly wary, but the Gongsun Yanhua on its back just patted its head lightly, and then jumped off the bull's back. She pulled out a white bone umbrella from the void. The skeleton of the umbrella was made of white bones of monsters.
Youth is like a nightmare, and the flowers are full of beauty.
She was too weak, and when she landed, she could only support herself with an umbrella, and her long black skirt swayed like waves.
At this time, the altar of walking on the sky has already flown into the endless sky, surrounded by fierce winds, sky fires, and magneto-optic flow. If ordinary practitioners are not careful, their bodies and spirits will be destroyed in this extreme celestial phenomenon. But the two here are not ordinary cultivators, they are the core of Taoism, the container of Taoism, since they can inherit the greatness of heaven, then this celestial phenomenon will naturally not pose a threat to them.
"Aliu 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 eyes like white cows and copper bells looked at her, and then retreated little by little to the edge of the altar. It looked at the woman who was struggling to stand up, without blinking her eyes, and retreated until she couldn't retreat before spreading her wings and flying directly to the land directly below.
Gongsun Yanhua watched it leave, and then turned around and said to Jingli: "If my body dies, remember to send my body back to Yaoque Pagoda."
Jing Li was a little dazed, he didn't expect the sage of the demon way to say such a thing before the battle, 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 practitioners. After Dao fruit splits into Dao seeds, their existence will disappear, so they cannot enter the altar of heaven and become heroic spirits. Do you want to keep the corpse in the human race? No, Terrans don't remember losers. If he was defeated by Gongsun Yanhua, he would be a sinner of the human race, how could he still preserve his bones intact.
Is there a place for him in the vastness of the world
Jing Li glanced at the foggy Shi Jing, then turned around and said, "...Tianyi Pavilion."
The world's largest Taoist suspension place.
The Tianyi Cabinet is built in the Tianyi Cave of the Shenyin Sect, and there are seniors from the Shenyin Sect sitting in the depths of this pavilion.
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: "Too ascended to be an immortal, why would you want to become a human?"
Jingli is stunningly talented, and to him, his ascension to immortality is only a matter of a few decades, so why bother to come to humanity and try to turn the tide with his own strength
Before she finished speaking, the ground under her feet began to turn white and gradually ossified. These white bones are not ferocious, but more delicate and exquisite than the rough stones before. The fine lines on it spread little by little, flowers bloomed from the bones, and a fresh air of the mountains diffused on the altar.
The altar of Lutian is a small world of its own, surrounded by snow-capped mountains and grasslands, Gobi desert, beaches and abysses, and a small stone platform hangs high in the center. Although the stone platform is small, it is extremely delicate. The ancient sacrificial activities of the human race are engraved on the complete stone blocks. The will of the ancestors in ancient times was passed down through the blood, and it has not disappeared until today. It can be said that this square stone platform is the core part of the Lutian Altar, but Gongsun Yanhua hardly did anything, and started to make bones grow in the stone, and flowers grow on the bones.
The ferocious demonic aura also maintains a strong aggressiveness in this environment dominated by humanity.
The mirror left the sleeves, and the warm and jade-like glow sprinkled on the stone platform, which neither prevented the ossification nor wiped out the flowers.
He lowered his eyes, and replied gently: "The decline of humanity, who can ignore it?"
These radiances come from the essence of the sun and the moon, without harming everything, and can even make everything in the world live forever. Gongsun Yanhua looked at all kinds of wonders shrouded in light, and she didn't relax at all. Although she always regarded herself as an elder, no saint dared to look down upon the mirror.
After all, none of them can attain the Tao for a hundred years like Jingli.
The way of man is upright and peaceful, he is good at governing, he is in charge of checks and balances, he can observe the changes of astronomy at the top, and the subtleties of the world at the bottom. The demon way governs the vitality of the blood, transforms all things, and gathers the essence of the world to build the foundation of the body. It stands to reason that Gongsun Yanhua should take the initiative among the two. After all, Human Dao is good at detecting changes and then dispelling threats. But now she made a move to probe, but Jingli didn't respond.
"pity."
It's a pity that such talent and tolerance will all be buried in this troubled world.
Gongsun Yanhua sighed, opened the bone umbrella in her hand, and the umbrella reflected a small shadow in the warm glow.
This shadow quickly distorted crazily, and gradually split into grotesque monster shadows. Some of these monster shadows looked like cows and horses, some like birds, and even some strange beasts that had long since disappeared from the world. These shadows covered the entire altar in a short while. As the bones spread, the shadows changed from rigid to flexible, and finally got into the bones like living things. There was a "creaking" sound from the ground, cracks appeared in the white bones, and the shadows that had just penetrated manifested into huge skeletons of monster beasts, their auras were extremely vivid. If you close your eyes and examine it carefully, you won't be able to feel that it is a dead thing at all.
Gongsun Yanhua still has an umbrella in his hand, but Jingli has nothing, but what they are stepping on is the greatest war artifact of humanity.
Jing Li still didn't move, the glow he cast was holy and gentle, so clean that there wasn't a single speck of color, but it wasn't glaring either. Obviously, these rays of light cannot cause any harm to the demon skeletons everywhere, and they can even absorb the essence of the sun and the moon from them.
He once again calmly responded to the sigh of Yaodao Gongsun Yanhua: "I don't regret it."
These bone demon skeletons moved a little slowly at first, but quickly adapted to such a body. They approached the mirror step by step, and their ferocious demonic aura almost broke through the shackles of the clouds and the holy light. Before Gongsun Yanhua took action, even Jingli could not have imagined that the evil spirit on her body would be so violent. Like mountains and seas, boundless, this congealed demonic aura carries an all-consuming madness, which is completely different from her gentle and weak appearance.
The skeleton of a hydra approached Jingli first, and it danced with all nine heads, rushing towards the defenseless saint like thunder.
It opened its huge mouth, and the white tooth bones closed up and down, and there was a crisp breaking sound, as if the horn of attack was blowing, countless monster skeletons swarmed up, drowning Jingli almost instantly.
But Gongsun Yanhua frowned slightly, the crisp sound was the sound of a Hydra bone breaking.
She put away the bone umbrella and pushed the tip of the umbrella to the ground. Countless monster skeletons collapsed instantly and turned into fly ash, and the shadow quickly sank into the umbrella.
Jingli stood safely among the tens of thousands of bones, neither fighting back nor injured.
Gongsun Yanhua said: "The Tao is inviolable... A fellow Taoist is indeed a holy man."
This is the first time she calls Jingli a "dao friend".
The collision between saints and saints is more of Dao and Dao. Human Dao itself is weaker than Monster Dao, so Jingli will never have the upper hand in the confrontation, but it is not difficult for him to defend 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.
But Gongsun Yanhua has just turned the flower shadow into a demon skeleton, but it actually contains the truth of life and death. Use your real body to intrude into a humane sacred artifact such as the Heavenly Altar, and then reverse life and death, and send the souls of monsters and beasts that traverse the world into your bones, allowing them to regain their power in life. This kind of power is not only "external force", but also the way of life and death in Gongsun Yanhua's avatar.
"I originally thought that Taoist friends would fight with the gentleman's Qianyuan way, but I don't want to be too good at it..."
Gongsun Yanhua looked a little puzzled, after all, Jing Licheng was a sage, but he really couldn't see the aura of a gentleman Qian Yuandao.
Jingli replied calmly: "A person's life is also like a mirror, neither likes nor dislikes, neither rejects nor welcomes, if so, everything is inviolable."
Gongsun Yanhua shook his head: "Taishang does nothing, so everything will not be harmed, fellow Taoist, don't confuse the public."
Jingli said that people live like a mirror. If you don't have any joy or sorrow when dealing with everything, and neither refuse its departure nor welcome its arrival, then everything in the world cannot be violated. But these words are obviously wrong. Even if people don’t welcome the dawn, the morning sun will always rise in the morning. Even if people don’t feel sad and happy about natural disasters, these disasters will come sooner or later.
It can be said that man's adjustment to himself cannot make him completely free from the shackles of "Tao".
But Gongsun Yanhua immediately broke his words.
Do nothing and let things develop naturally, but you will not be hurt 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 all the saints - if the immortal saint does not do anything, then no one can hurt him.
Gongsun Yanhua looked at Jingli deeply, the tip of her umbrella lightly touched the ground, as if she was thinking about something.
"People's hearts, fairy spirits." She stared at Jingli, not afraid of his sudden outburst, after all, humanity is not good at taking the initiative to attack, and Taishangdao is no longer invincible once he strikes. She continued, "I seem to have guessed what you are practicing..."
"In ancient times, the human race was trapped in disasters of heaven and earth, trapped by monsters and beasts, and their reproduction was extremely difficult. Then, in the apocalypse, some people in the human race abandoned their emotions and desires and became witches. As a great witch, they will protect the tribe for a long time and prosper, so that they will not be destroyed by disasters and monsters. .And you, although you are as careless and inactive as the Taishang Dao, and you don’t get involved in the world of mortals, you can still use this body to protect the prosperity of the human race. How similar is this to the Great Witch?"
Gongsun Yanhua suddenly laughed: "We are all doing things like creating another way of longevity. The one in Daxue Mountain is following the way of Buddha and demons. It seems that you are trying to follow the way of human beings and immortals to trace back to ancient witches." Say it?"
It is not a big problem to be in harmony with the way of human beings and immortals, but the problem of "traveling back to the ancient witchcraft" is a big problem.
Just like Shinto, this is the orthodoxy that has been destroyed. Let alone whether there is a way to bring it back, even if there is a way, it is based on destroying the current orthodoxy. With Dao chess hidden in the Buried Cloud Heavenly Palace, today's saints basically can't refuse the coming of Shinto, but Wu Dao is different.
Gods and demons were divided into two parts of the world back then, so the descending of a god only needs to destroy half of the current orthodoxy, while witchcraft was the only one in the world at that time, if it is really brought back, the current orthodoxy will be finished. As far as the human race is concerned, it doesn't matter even if they lose the declining humane orthodoxy. The shamanism, which was once more glorious than gods and demons, can naturally bless them to prosper. As for other orthodoxy, they will be out of the game without any catastrophe.
If Jingli is trying this kind of thing, then he is too dangerous for Zhudao.
Now he can't deny that Gongsun Yanhua is not blind, one trick is enough for her to see many things.
She sighed a little wistfully, and then laughed again, with helplessness in her words: "I don't understand why Taiqing would protect you, and regardless of the reappearance of the Heavenly Palace, he should have killed you when you became holy through this way gone."
Jingli seldom fights in person, and most of the time he sits at the altar of Lutian and uses the altar to suppress aliens, so the only one who knows about his retracement of witchcraft before this should be his master. But Taiqing acquiesced in all this, watching him go further and further on the path he chose.
Jingli could only remain silent.
"This is the end of the matter, we can't get rid of it..."
An old sigh came from the distant sky, and the majestic and gloomy ghost city flew directly to the mighty holy altar of the holy light. The gate of the ghost city burst open, and countless ghost troops entered the altar of Lutian along the wave of death, destroying everything they could touch. The dead air was as vast as a river, and the sound of crying ghosts and beasts could be heard endlessly. Soon, this black air surrounded the small stone platform in the center of the altar.
The brilliance above the stone platform was silent, neither welcoming nor rejecting, the death energy couldn't penetrate even half of it, but it couldn't do anything about it either.
Jingli took a deep breath, looked back at the three sticks of incense that were only as long as fingernails, and bowed to the ghost city: "Fellow Daoist Mang Yi came at the right time..."
"I don't know if you can stand a fight?"
Words are like gold and stones, resounding everywhere.