Chu Mo's clothes were already stained with blood, which flowed out after his tyrannical body was forcibly torn apart by the terrifying pressure. The bones in his body were somewhat deformed. Although they were not broken, the passage through , far beyond the reach of ordinary people. Even a powerful monk can't stand it! They even would rather have their arms cut off and be born with magic power, rather than suffer this kind of pain all the time.
Not to mention, this pain is self-inflicted!
Chu Mo didn't look back. In fact, it was difficult for him to even move.
"Even though you have integrated into the Dao realm here before, you still can't use this method if you want to integrate these two Dao!" The old Taoist said to Chu Mo's back.
It's one thing to sense spiritual sense, but it's another thing to see it with your own eyes. That kind of impact made the old Taoist priest who was used to wind and rain couldn't help his eyelids twitching and his heart trembled a little - it was too cruel!
This young man, in order to seek the way, is so cruel to himself? With this ruthlessness alone, he is worthy of all the honors and glory of today.
The old Taoist took a deep breath, and then said: "No one is born a saint, everything has a process..."
"Senior, have you succeeded?" Chu Mo paused every word, speaking very slowly, and there was no sarcasm in his tone, he was just asking.
The old Taoist was at a loss for words, blushed, and shook his head: "No, I didn't succeed. But anyway, you are higher than the realm. I know very well that if you do this, it is impossible to succeed!"
"Really?" Chu Mo also took a deep breath, as if there was endless pain in the air, he continued to bend down hard, reaching for the axe: "I haven't tried it... how do you know it won't work?"
Click it!
A spine on Chu Mo's body finally couldn't bear the pressure, and there was a crisp bone cracking sound.
The old Taoist couldn't help grinning, he felt the pain for Chu Mo, and persuaded: "Little guy, I admit, you are much better than me. Wait a minute, let's talk..."
Chu Mo shook his head, turned his back to the face of the old Taoist, and suddenly showed a smile. The great pain in his body made his mind sober to the extreme at this moment: "Senior, I actually know that this place is reserved for me. chance."
"..." The old Taoist was speechless for a moment, with surprise in his eyes: "How do you know?"
"Senior and I are the only two here. Since it's not for senior, then naturally...it's for me!" Chu Mo said, continuing to bend down to grab the axe.
Click it!
Another broken spine!
This kind of injury, if it were an ordinary person, would be useless immediately!
I'm afraid I won't be able to continue to stand up in this life.
Even for monks with powerful mana, it is a huge pain and torture.
People all believe in the principle that short-term pain is worse than long-term pain. It is really rare for people like Chu Mo to "seek" long-term pain by themselves. It may even be considered by others as a brain problem.
But Chu Mo seems to have a brain problem, he is still working hard!
The key issue is that Chu Mo's insistence, in the eyes of the old Taoist, is hopeless!
The old Taoist knew many things, and he felt that no one could succeed.
Even if Chu Mo realizes Taoism for a month, it is impossible to really do it!
"Even if this is an opportunity left for you, everything needs to be done slowly. How can you be so strong?" The old Taoist spoke from his heart. This ruins yourself.
Although he tried and failed, the old Taoist priest still has some experience with this opportunity over the years. He has also deduced and demonstrated in his mind countless times. In the end, he came to a conclusion that the collision of the two avenues, no matter whether it is a true immortal or an emperor, or even a supreme... quasi-sage... cannot succeed!
Because in order for two different ways to collide together, first of all, you must cultivate both kinds of ways to the extreme!
But to cultivate a kind of way to the extreme, it is estimated that even a saint would not dare to say that. In this vast universe, apart from Taishang, who else can practice the myriad ways to the extreme
Although this is not the Way of Thousands, it is just two kinds. But when he reached the realm of an old Taoist priest, he knew very clearly in his heart that the ultimate of a kind of Tao is the ultimate of thousands of great ways... In fact, there is not much difference!
In the oldest scriptures, there is such a sentence, which is called: Dao begets one, one life two, three begets all things!
In the beginning of all things, there must be that one first, and then there will be a future.
Therefore, when a monk has comprehended one kind of Dao to the extreme and practiced to the end, then he is not far away from knowing thousands of Dao's!
But at that time, is there still a need to collide the two Taos...to comprehend the result of the collision
Obviously it's long gone!
That is to say, whether it is him or the current Chu Mo, under this state, it is almost impossible for these two ways to collide successfully.
The so-called "almost" is because the old Taoist knew that there is no absolute thing in this world, so he was cautious and used the word "almost" to describe it. In fact, deep down in his heart, he didn't think anyone could do this.
He even guessed what he had in mind for the opportunity of that existence to stay here... he had guessed!
But after all, he still couldn't guess, because of this chance, he could understand it, and Chu Mo could understand it too.
As long as the two ways can be successfully collided and merged, then... the road ahead will be completely different!
How different it is, the old Taoist realm can't even imagine, but he can know that once successful, there will be an extremely brilliant future.
"In this way, you stop first, no matter what, even if I have failed, I have more experience than you after all, I will tell you about these experiences, and then you... Huh?" The old Taoist said, he His eyes suddenly widened, revealing endless inconceivable expressions. His mouth was wide open, and he hadn't lost his composure for too many years. He was like a mortal who saw a fairy flying in the sky, his eyes were full of shock, shock and disbelief.
"What did I see?" The old Taoist stared at Chu Mo blankly as if he was petrified.
To be precise, it was looking at Chu Mo's bloody hand - it was a hand that had been crushed by the Dao, and it was already a little broken, but... it was holding the polished wooden handle of the ax tightly.
At this moment, Chu Mo's body could not move at all!
The roar of the avenue resounded in Chu Mo's body. Ordinary people could not hear this roar at all, but in the ears of the old Taoist priest, it was like thunder!
Deafening!
The old Taoist spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot, sealed his six senses in an instant, and then still stared blankly at Chu Mo.
This kid... how did he do it
He he he he... he is this? succeeded? Really successful
The old Taoist felt that his years of cultivation experience were completely shaken at this moment!
Even, his cognition of Tao was shattered!
This is simply impossible!
How on earth did he do it
The old Taoist was completely dumbfounded.