Vol 2 Chapter 935: 3 Slashing the dead body, the first year of Yuanyang

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　　 The bronze mirror is no longer visible, but the purple light in the Nether Realm has never dimmed at all. Instead, it has become more and more intense with the passage of time.
　　
　　 A crowd of people and ghosts in the Netherworld were bathed in purple light, their expressions changed a lot.
　　
　　 "Teacher..."
　　
　　Sa five mausoleums stand in the gloom, looking at the long sky extremely, and he can see everything naturally with his eyesight.
　　
　　 Above the sky of God's Court, the giant intertwined with legal principles stands above the God's seat. A round of purple sun surveys the sky and crosses the boundary, and the purple light is flourishing wherever it passes.
　　
　　 The six big suns, which had been dimmed since eight thousand years ago, were also completely extinguished, collapsed, and shattered in the increasingly grand purple light.
　　
　　 announced the complete end of Genesis of the gods.
　　
　　 A new era is coming.
　　
　　 Ye Xiaoyi didn't say a word, already chasing away while the bronze mirror was in the air.
　　
　　 "Woo, you, why did you leave again, why did you leave again..."
　　
　　 Gouhuang was emotional, sometimes crying to the ground, sometimes screaming up to the sky, the high-pitched and piercing sound waves made the crowd frown again and again.
　　
　　 also awakened the old Buddha who was in a trance.
　　
　　 "Yuanyang, Yuanyang..."
　　
　　 In the faint murmur, Miesheng's expression converged, but he felt the changes in his body, and his mind was difficult to calm for a while.
　　
　　 The origin of a person is the only one, and it will not become three because you cut three points by yourself. Even if he has the earth-shattering means to bridge his origin, he will take another point from the bodhi.
　　
　　 can be a bit worse after all.
　　
　　 Although there is only one line difference, this line difference means that he is still incomplete.
　　
　　 cannot be complete, which means that he can't go further, even if he enlightens more spiritual things, it is the same.
　　
　　 At this moment, he felt his own perfect harmony, his mood was difficult to calm for a while, and it was more complicated than joy.
　　
　　 "He..."
　　
　　 The Bodhi Taoist who also felt his own changes sighed slightly and looked at the giant who played with the years and controlled the Yin and Yang above the gods.
　　
　　 Above the God's Court, Yuan Yang sits high on the seat of God, his eyes looking at You Ming are calm and ruthless, without joy or sorrow, and without the slightest emotional fluctuation.
　　
　　 "I can't feel his breath anymore..."
　　
　　 Bodhi looked towards extinction, and there was a bit of bitterness in his eyes. He was not a hard-hearted person, and at this time, he felt a lot of emotion.
　　
　　 "Is it easy to be in harmony?"
　　
　　 Mieshengzhan had mixed thoughts in his heart, and he responded with indifference: "It is not only his breath, but as the years go by, his happiness, anger, sorrow, and even memory will dissipate, leaving only a trace of obsession...
　　
　　That's how selfless..."
　　
　　 The voice of death was calm and cold, and there was also a trace of imperceptible regret.
　　
　　 good, evil, ego!
　　
　　 Bodhi's heart was shocked: "Three dead bodies?!"
　　
　　 The method of three corpses originally originated from Xu Jie, who was born in the Universiade of Xuan Xing, and deduced his success through the "Dayan Tiantong".
　　
　　 There are a lot of weird things about this method, it is extremely difficult to practice, and there is even greater uncertainty. It involves one's soul and mind, and it will be completely destroyed if there is a slight difference.
　　
　　 Three Corpse Slashing is not even performed by Dayan Tiantong, only a sporadic corner can be glimpsed.
　　
　　Theoretically, good and evil are cut out, and the mind is already fulfilled.
　　
　　 Three dead corpses, what kind of consequences will be, no one can guess, and in his opinion, this is very likely to be real death!
　　
　　 "Do you think he will die?"
　　
　　 seems to have sensed Bodhi’s surprise, and Extinction first sneered, and there was a faint ray of light in his eyes:
　　
　　 "In the starry sky poster's three-thousand-killing world map, this level is also called ‘Nirvana’!"
　　
　　Nirvana is not death or rebirth.
　　
　　Nirvana is a state of being immortal, flowing through life and death, a state of immortality, and the meaning of perfection and eternity.
　　
　　 This is the necessary process to lead to a realm that is truly one with the sky and with the Tao, Tao Ji.
　　
　　 Without this process, it is not a real achievement.
　　
　　The emperor heaven and all saints crossed this pass to join the Taoist heaven and earth, in the emperor heaven land, the power is even stronger than the starry sky poster.
　　
　　 This is the reason why they are not regarded as ants by the starry host.
　　
　　 "You mean..."
　　
　　 Bodhi is thoughtful, his realm is no less than death, and he naturally perceives the things in it.
　　
　　 "Nirvana?"
　　
　　Sa Wuling appeared in front of the two at some unknown time, bowed slightly, first called "Uncle Shi", and then said:
　　
　　 "Dare to ask Master, what does Nirvana mean?"
　　
　　 "Uncle Master?"
　　
　　Miesheng's eyes flashed with a trace of unkindness, before he converged, and said faintly: "At this time, your teacher still has a memory of it, so if you don't ask him, you come to ask me?"
　　
　　 After that, he flicked his sleeves, only when Sa Wuling did not exist.
　　
"This…"
　　
　　Sa Wuling shook his head and laughed, but he was also relieved. Seeing the extinction, he seemed to have the intention to leave, and then bit his scalp and asked:
　　
　　 "Dare to ask...what does the old Buddha want?"
　　
　　 "If you don't leave, will he be punished on me after his memory completely disappears?"
　　
　　Miesheng stepped on the emptiness in one step, and with a flick of his hand, while throwing out a stream of light, it had disappeared into the underworld, and escaped through the world:
　　
　　 "Return this thing to him!"
　　
"Ok?"
　　
　　Sa Wuling took the streamer, frowning involuntarily, this seemed to be a corner of a simple scroll...
　　
　　 "Looking back on my life, it seems that I have done something, and it seems that I have not done anything. But, after all, it's gone for a while, and now it's time to go..."
　　
The Taoist Bodhi looked around, looked at the world carefully, and finally sighed, shaking his hands and throwing out a stream of light.
　　
　　 "Send this thing together..."
　　
　　 "Uncle Master?" Sa Wuling took the streamer, and the Bodhi Taoist had disappeared and was in the dark, leaving only the voice floating between the heaven and the earth:
　　
　　 "Go, go..."
　　
　　...
　　
　　 After a long absence, Sa Wuling thought about meeting with the teacher more than once.
　　
　　 Even though he has been prepared, when he sees An Qisheng standing high on the throne, a huge sadness still flows in his heart.
　　
　　The sacred courtyard is majestic and sacred, during which palaces are clustered, floating islands are everywhere, and many spirit beasts and birds are playing among the flowers and plants.
　　
　　The God Court is the highest in all realms, and the God seat is on the height of the God Court, standing high above it, which can overlook the heaven and the earth, and dominate all things.
　　
　　 Kesa Wuling was a little unable to speak, and just bowed for a long time: "Unscrupulous disciple Sa Wuling, pay homage to the teacher..."
　　
　　 Under the seat of God, Ye Xiaoyi had already burst into tears, and she insisted on not crying.
　　
　　 "After years of absence, you will get older."
　　
　　 Above the seat of God, the god-man with the same voice and appearance as An Qisheng stroked the female disciple’s long hair and sighed:
　　
　　 "You are born from the heart, you have had a hard time passing by these years."
　　
　　Sa Wuling took a deep breath, his eyes flushed: "It's okay, it's okay..."
　　
　　 "Teacher, you are now..." Sa Wuling was worried.
　　
　　 The moment he stepped into the God's Court, he already felt the strangeness. The teacher was still a teacher, but the aura on his body was gradually transforming.
　　
　　 became purer, calmer, larger, and ruthless.
　　
　　 Is it true that the teacher will lose all his memories and emotions, just as Miesheng said?
　　
　　 "No, I can't stay in this world forever."
　　
　　 Shenren shook his head slightly, dreaming, with limits.
　　
　　 "Nirvana?"
　　
　　Sa Wuling's heart moved: "It's not life or death..."
　　
　　 "A word is not clear, you only need to remember that the saints may not really die, there are still great enemies outside the sky, but for a while, they will not really come..."
　　
　　 The god-man said, suddenly frowned slightly: "There are some things, it's probably too late to say..."
　　
　　 He pointed a little, and a purple light had fallen in front of Sa Wuling, turning it into a book.
　　
　　 At the same time, the shadows of the two ancient scrolls also flew towards the seat of God.
　　
　　 "The enemy..."
　　
　　Sa Wuling's heart sinks slightly. At this time, the teacher has already combined the heaven and the earth, replacing all the saints as the only supreme between the heaven and the earth.
　　
　　 Its power must surpass the former six sages, and there are enemies?
　　
　　 "Go!"
　　
　　 The gods sighed slightly exhausted, and waved their hands, an invisible force already carried the two out of the hall:
　　
　　 "From now on, don't come..."
　　
　　 Boom!
　　
　　 The door of the temple overlapped, and Ye Xiaoyi's heart trembled, feeling the teacher's breath and traces disappearing quickly, and he couldn't help but feel sad:
　　
　　 "Teacher!"
　　
　　Sa Wuling held a purple book in his hand, before he stood up in the temple, and after a long time, he bowed long, his sleeves hanging down:
　　
　　 "Must live up to the teacher's trust..."
　　
　　...
　　
　　 "The first saint..."
　　
　　 On the stage of Qi Tianqi, Long Xing, who is already the lord of the four continents, stood up easily. Under the emperor's crown, a touch of sadness appeared on his handsome face: "Is there a goodbye day?"
　　
　　 Long Xingyi paced the Tianqi stage, lean on a railing and looked down, one by one, leading from the mountains, with the rich and rapid Linghe River running through the imperial capital's thousands of urban areas, and flowing into every household by itself.
　　
　　 is not only the necessity of life, but also the necessity of practice.
　　
　　 Eight thousand years of changes, the imperial capital, Lingquan Mansion, and even the entire Nanzhan, almost every household has people practicing the Tao of Qi.
　　
　　 With the advent of the human realm, under the exchange between the two worlds, the atmosphere of cultivation has become more and more intense. The capital of a single emperor is no less than three thousand more than the old masters of the soul.
　　
　　 Thousands of prefectures, and even the world, there are more and more.
　　
　　 Unify the four continents, and the power of the Great Zhou Dynasty has become stronger. I don't know the geometry. The daily flow of people in the imperial capital is far thousands of times more than that of eight thousand years ago.
　　
　　 At this time, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, the entire city is boiling over. Under the shining purple sun, all the cultivators who are carrying the kimono felt the bottleneck loosen.
　　
　　 I only felt that the shackles that had troubled me for a long time disappeared with the disappearance of the days, and an inexplicable relaxedness filled the body and mind from the inside out.
　　
　　 Where no one notices it, the heaven and the earth gradually become stronger, and among the collapsed and self-healing mountains and meadows, spiritual grass also quietly grows.
　　
　　 "Maybe there will be a day in the future, and there will still be disputes in the world, but before I die, I will carry all this..."
　　
　　 Long Xingyi muttered to himself, but he knew that he would hear it.
　　
　　Because he can feel that from above the sky, he has a pair of eyes looking at himself, or in other words, looking at sentient beings.
　　
　　 It seems that if you raise your head three feet, there is a god.
　　
　　Imperial capital, Confucian academy, backyard, quiet hut heard the sound of writing and writing.
　　
　　沙沙沙~~~
　　
　　 Zeng San had a desk and a cursive script, leaving a line of cursive script on top of the history book. Many texts jumped and changed, and if there was spirituality, they would generally turn into bubbles, which are uncertain.
　　
　　The purple sun rises, the suns collapse...
　　
　　The purple sun patrols the sky, there is a vision between the sky and the earth, or it is the sorrow of the fall of all the saints, or it may be the congratulation of the enlightenment of the ‘Sage’...
　　
　　 This day may be called the Yuanyang era, the first year!