Fu Canglu

Chapter 603 Mayfly Shake the Tree
The stagnant dry sand in Tianmen began to rotate slowly at this moment. In the center of the huge tornado, black and white colors were entangled, like a dragon and a snake, more like a yin and a yang, and the invisible energy was suppressed to the extreme.

Standing in the darkness, the man in black clenched the overlord's soul tightly in his hands. That ray of complete and mature soul dissipated into a curl of smoke, and penetrated into his arm along the sleeve robe. The black robe swelled and fell again. Step back into the darkness and stand opposite Jian Zongming.

The light there is too bright.

Eye-opening.

Yuan Tiangang said calmly: "This strand of my soul has been stored in the coffin for many years. The Tianmen is about to collapse, and the time for this strand of soul to exist is running out."

The black robe hummed lightly.

"Don't procrastinate, make a quick decision."

Yuan Tiangang embraced the lupine, and said softly: "Kill everyone who should be killed, there are more important things waiting for you outside."

The black robe was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Yuan Tiangang raised his head and looked at the glazed sky above his head. The turbulent snow qi fell one after another, was rushed and wiped out by the sword qi, and was assimilated by dry sand during the subsequent drifting process. It was crystal clear, making Tianmen look like a dream. It's like an eternal place of immortality.

It's a pity that the rules here have collapsed, the entire cemetery has been eroded by the years, the ground is mottled and cracked, and it is barren.

The Black Ring Snake, which was twisting and twisting forward in the gap, was hit by a flying stone, its body was cut in half, blood spurted out, and then on the dome of Tianmen, another huge stone fell down, burying everything .

Countless sword qi crawled like snakes on the stone wall of Tianmen, flowing meanderingly, the dome is glazed, and the four sides are transparent. The whole Tianmen is like a huge and magnificent palace, as magnificent as a mural, but it is a pity that the end of the world has come at this moment, and there is a rumbling The thunder echoed, and the world was about to be destroyed.

Yuan Tiangang's plain white robe gradually feathered as the sleeves fluttered, becoming no longer substantial, like a light and ethereal feather. His eyes remained on Jian Zongming's body. Before his body flew away completely, he bowed. He said softly, "I'm sorry."

Jian Zongming narrowed his eyes.

He has long seen clearly the traces of karma in Yuan Tiangang's body. Under the influence of many rules in the world, they constantly return to themselves. This is an incredible thing.

Birth and death.

Joy and sorrow.

He doesn't seem to have any of these, he is like a real fairy who has transcended the mortal world, sitting high in the clouds, even this soul entrusted in the coffin has existed in Tianmen for countless years, waiting for the fruit to ripen, and then Picking Yi Xiao's dao fruit did not show any signs of collapse.

Yuan Tiangang wanted to leave, but his own "karma" couldn't keep him.

Jian Zongming raised his head, looked at the rules on the top of the zenith that separated the young man's cause and effect, slowly withdrew his gaze, and said, "Since you have already transcended, why don't you stay and take my sword?"

Yuan Tiangang smiled: "I know I can't take this sword, so I admit defeat."

"Of course you can use the sword." He paused, and said with a smile: "Even if you insist on keeping me, it doesn't matter if you destroy this strand of soul, but your next sword move will no longer be at the peak of Dzogchen , have you considered it?"

Jian Zongming took a deep breath, slowly pressed Dugu, and he closed his eyes.

Dugu didn't move.

There seemed to be countless black lines between the sky and the earth out of thin air.

Thousands of ways, tens of thousands of ways!
In an instant, Yuan Tiangang's expression became extremely painful. His plain white robe was sliced ​​by tens of thousands of black lines, and no blood splashed out. He was originally a soul that was about to disappear. Cut off all the causes and effects, and forcibly turned this disappearing soul into a reality.

The handle of karma burst into light, the dry sand of the entire Tianmen was surrounded by black lines, and the sound of the dome collapsing was extremely violent.

Yuan Tiangang didn't move at all.

His limbs were cut into a weird and uncoordinated posture by the black thread, like a doll with its limbs broken, being nailed to death on the black thread at the mercy of others.

The young Confucian scholar smiled and said a good word, and then cut countless black lines dislocated again, all causes and effects were wiped out by the sword energy, and the traces left by this white robe were completely wiped out.

Jian Zongming looked at the black robe that was pierced by countless black threads but was not affected, and said softly: "The next thing is very important. I have waited for a long time, so I don't want anyone to disturb you."

The black robe was silent for a long time, then nodded.

He was like this from the beginning to the end, except that he stood next to Yuan Tiangang at the beginning, expressed his position reluctantly, and said the word "teacher" with a shivering voice, and never said a word, a word after that.

He stood in the eternal night of Tianmen, behind him was the tide-like darkness, and in front of him was endless light. He had no choice whether to advance or retreat.

He chose silence and thought.

"Your teacher is not a likable guy." Jian Zongming still pressed one hand on the hilt of Dugu's sword, and the phantom of karma swirled around him, and he handed out the sword just now, causing Karma who came to the door. Sweep it all away.

After taking out the cause and effect in the South China Sea, this sword identified Jian Zongming as its master.

There is no cause and effect in the world that can stain this white dress.

The real dust-free.

Seeing that the black robe seemed to be cautious in words and deeds, unwilling to speak, Jian Zongming smiled in a low voice, and said: "The person in the coffin will not wake up in a short time."

The black robe still did not speak.

The Lord of the Great Bright Palace suddenly said: "I never thought it would be you."

The black robe that crushed the overlord's soul sighed softly, and the strand of soul lingered upwards. He was not in a hurry to absorb the good fortune of the two celestial phenomena, but said softly: "Do you want to reminisce about the old days?"

Jian Zongming said with a smile: "I actually disdain to kill people like you."

"But I waited for an opponent, and I waited too long."

"As early as the first time we met, I should have thought it was you." He said with emotion: "Such good fortune in this world has been irrigated on a person, what kind of freak should this be? I thought We'll have to wait a while longer."

Jian Zongming smiled and said, "You didn't keep me waiting."

He suddenly let go of the hand that was pressing on the hilt of Dugu's sword, and the ancient sword, which was originally pressed up, fell down again, shaking slightly at his waist.

Jian Zongming crossed his arms, looked at the black robe with a smile, and said: "I will give you time to melt the overlord's soul and the two heavenly aspects."

He paused, "If you have other creations, or moves or forbidden techniques that need to be prepared, I will give you time to prepare."

Heipao didn't speak, as if he was amused by Jian Zongming.

His laughter was nice, and stopped abruptly after a few laughs, with some anger after being provoked.

He asked word by word: "Why are you so conceited?"

While speaking, the overlord's soul had already penetrated into his bones, and in his blood, the aura of a king looking down on the world revived in his body.

Jian Zongming squinted his eyes and looked at the surging energy in the black robe. His face was always calm, and the sword energy was flying from his temples. Jian Zongming restrained himself and suppressed the sword intent all over his body. , slowly said: "No reason. Just me, and my sword."

The black robe took a deep breath.

He raised his arms, his fingers intertwined into a net, and the soaring vitality in his body was like an endless ocean, circling and galloping around his limbs and bones.

The black robe didn't combine the two heavenly aspects, but just swallowed the ripe fruit in Yi Xiao's sea of ​​souls.

The gaze in the black robe was as bright as the sun.

He let out a soft drink, his footsteps fell slightly, the world was as bright as a dragon, and thousands of strands of sword energy, which was as powerful as it was causal, flew towards his hands like raindrops.

Two huge long swords were held up high by him, and they merged into one.

Da Yuan Qi Sword!

Above the dome of Tianmen, the rustling snow trembled, and even the surface of the land, the large snowfield with a radius of several miles, began to tremble.

Countless fishes darted towards the gigantic sword, majestic as the Great Snow Mountain on the Dragon's Back in the Northern Plains, the sword qi flew like a torrential rain, and stone wall debris wrapped around the sword like a tornado, crazily absorbing all the vitality of Tianmen.

Such an invincible sword is enough to drain the savings of a great master, and it only consumes a small part of the vitality in the black robe's body at the moment.

With one strike of the sword, the entire Tianmen seems to be blown down by a strong wind.

The barren land began to have stones flying up, suspended, and then shattered into countless dust and powder.

Jian Zongming squinted his eyes in the strong wind. He stepped on the lid of the ancient coffin with one foot, so that the coffin and the three-foot ground beside him were not affected by the sword energy.

Dugu swayed in the strong wind.

Karma Qingming cheered.

Jian Zongming murmured, "As expected of the person I'm waiting for."

He raised his head.

On the dome of Tianmen, which is as high as hundreds of miles, a burly giant slowly stood up, shaking off the dust from his body. This statue pierced through heaven and earth, with a glazed snow scene above its head, and countless snow streams flowing down, blowing away the giant's long hair. Dyed in black and white, the blurred face cannot be seen clearly.

That giant, whose whole body was condensed with vitality, was dressed in red armor, with scales shining all over his body, with exquisite waves and waves, full of ancient flavor, looking down on the world, "he" had one hand behind his back, extremely conceited, and the other hand held an ancient sword upside down, The sword qi shot out inch by inch, like the stars and sky, and the qi rushed to the bullfight.

In the hands of the "Overlord Faxiang", the daunting sword of great vitality is just a plaything.

Under the illumination of the heavy snow at the Heavenly Gate and the holy light, this dharma figure shone brightly, holding the Da Yuan Qi sword upside down, and "slowly" pierced down towards the ancient coffin on the earth.

Withered grass clippings rose from the ground.

The ancient sand of Tianmen rolls back and forth all over the sky.

Jian Zongming finally held down Dugu with a solemn expression, he clenched the scabbard of Dugu tightly with one hand, and lightly pointed at the huge "Overlord Faxiang"

"Zheng!!!"

Cause and effect cheerful Qingming, upstream.

Like the tip of a needle against a wheat awn.

More like a mayfly shaking a tree.

(End of this chapter)