Cultivator In Martial God World

On the fishing boat, Yang Xuan stared blankly at the ravine face in front of him, somewhat unclear.

"Little fish, what's the matter with you?" The old fisherman looked at him strangely, his face full of concern.

"grandfather, I'm thinking why we should be bullied by those people." Yang Xuan said, his voice was immature, but full of resentment.

Yang Xuan was shocked, because it was not his will, but his body was speaking on its own.

"Ai, what can be done." The ragged old fisherman's face was helpless: "This world, it has been like this since ancient times, weak are prey to the strong, Wang Mazi is better than us, we I can only be bullied."

"grandfather, am I better than Wang Mazi, so we won't be bullied? Can we bully others?" the tender voice asked again.

"If you bully others, what is the difference from Wang Mazi?" The old fisherman said sharply.

"grandfather, I understand, I won't bully others." The child's voice was very immature, but full of determination.

"Well, good child, come and drink this fish soup."

What happened before his eyes touched a certain memory he had hidden for a long time.

At this moment, he looked thoughtful.

The hull vibrated slightly, and then a voice rang.

"Lao Zhang, maybe going to sea?"

Yang Xuan's body was shaken and he looked up.

Another Yang Xuan.

At this moment, he understood everything.

"Heroes, you can go out to sea, but you have to wait for the rain to stop." The old fisherman did not dare to neglect, and quickly stood up anxiously.

Looking at Yang Xuan throwing out the golden leaf, the old fisherman refused to give it to him. Yang Xuan, who became Mo Xiaoyu, finally asked Zeng Jin himself and asked the question he had answered.

"Uncle, are you a martial arts expert?"

"Yes, are you called Xiaoyu?"

"Then your martial arts expert is high Is it? How tall?"

"Well, probably this world is no better than me."

"Then can you teach me?"

"Oh? What do you plan to do after studying martial arts?"

"I want to beat Wang Mazi fiercely."

……

"Will you always stick to it?"

Following the clearer and clearer memory, Mo Xiaoyu finally said that sentence.

"I will always stick to this." Xiaoyu said decisively without hesitation.

At this moment, Yang Xuan, who had been watching with cold eyes, felt very clearly that an extremely mysterious and abstruse breath appeared in Mo Xiaoyu's body, rushing out of the top of the head, in the After sky turned around, it caused another unknown force, such as a flying stream, like Hong Zhong Da Lu, falling from the sky and pouring it into Mo Xiaoyu's body.

That is Tao, Great Dao of Heaven and Earth!

Yang Xuan was shocked and hard to add.

At this moment, he finally clearly felt what Xiang Donglai called Tao.

This is not the way of Human Path, nor is it the way of entering the Tao, but another kind, extremely mysterious and abstruse, like communicating something deeper in Heaven and Earth.

What is Tao?

Yang Xuan asked himself.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Mo Xiaoyu."

"Okay, Mo Xiaoyu, would you like to worship me as a teacher?"

"I am willing, I want to learn martial arts, I want to set rules for all the wicked people in the world, so that they will stop bullying others, and be aware of the rules." Mo Xiaoyu's voice spread out in the heavy rain , Accompanied by bursts of thunder, blasted the Quartet.

bang!

Several times thunder went straight into Yang Xuan's soul, and his soul trembled.

He seems to understand.

Next moment, darkness struck, Yang Xuan's eyes went black and he lost consciousness again.

……

"acknowledge allegiance or death!"

When Yang Xuan regained consciousness again, a thunderous voice sounded, shocking him Retreat wildly.

The severe pain in his chest made him groan.

The furry, bear claws like two doors were holding his chest, Yang Xuan felt a heart-piercing despair.

"Heavenly King, if you can let the black tiger go safely, my black bear swears, will finally be effective to the celestial King, and never betray."

"What qualifications do you have and Let me talk about terms?" The Celestial King on the throne has a cold voice, full of murderous intentions.

"In that case, I choose to die!" The black bear stood up, his body seemed to be infinitely tall, and his voice rang loudly in the great hall.

A wonderful breath emanated from the black bear, which seemed to affect something. In the sky that only Yang Xuan could see, an incomparable gigantic black illusory shadow appeared. .

That is clearly a bear!

"I know righteousness too!"

At this moment, Yang Xuan's mind always echoed this sentence.

Darkness comes again, and Yang Xuan loses consciousness again.

...

The ten yuan steel pebble was thrown at his feet. Yang Xuan looked at the dark woman in front of him, and had already guessed what she wanted to say.

Sure enough, she still said that sentence: "Because, I want to live."

Live!

When the inexplicable breath exuding from those suffering fishermen affected the inexplicable power between Heaven and Earth, Yang Xuan was silent.

What is Tao?

Mo Xiaoyu is guarding the rules of one party, preferring to send them to the government and let them be punished by the law, rather than using profound martial skills to kill those who break the rules once and for all.

This is Tao.

Hei Xiong abides by morality and would rather die than defend the righteous word in his heart.

This is Tao.

In order to survive, these villagers gave up all conscience, gave up all perseverance, and did everything in order to survive.

This turned out to be Tao.

What exactly is Tao?

Between Heaven and Earth, there is only one big mountain, the mountain is high into the clouds, and there is no end.

Yang Xuan sat quietly on the top of the mountain, watching the clouds rolling and spreading.

He didn't know why he got here, or how he got here, and he didn't want to explore.

The wind moves and the clouds change, forming various shapes.

The tide rises, the tide falls, and the sea of ​​clouds spreads, boundless.

Sunrise, sunset, time passes, no head and no tail.

Spring comes, summer solstice, autumn is coming, winter is coming back...

The changing seasons have left various marks on Yang Xuan.

One year, five years...

Yang Xuan has not moved, letting his hair become pale, his clothes decayed, his skin crusted, and his body turned into a stone.

Time is still passing, but Yang Xuan has lost all his breath, as if it really turned into a stone, a mass of soil, and no breath of life.

And time is still passing.

Ten years, twenty years...

Until one day in the fiftieth year, under the pile of dry rocks, a voice finally came out.

"It turns out, so!"

bang!

The mountains shattered, the sea of ​​clouds dissipated, and Yang Xuan, who had turned into a dying old man, appeared between Heaven and Earth stands in the void.

"It turns out that this is the Tao!"

hong long!

Thunder was furious, 49 vortices appeared in the sky, and in each vortex, There were 49 more lightning bolts, ready to strike.

The Avenue is fifty, Tianyan is 49, and there is still a glimmer of survival.

And that a glimmer of survival is Yang Xuan, which is his way.

He is the one.

A faint illusory shadow identical to Yang Xuan came out of Yang Xuan's body, stood with Yang Xuan, and faced this almost destroying heaven extinguishing earth thunder.

That is Nascent Soul of Yang Xuan.

"You are me, and I am you." Yang Xuan looked at his Nascent Soul, his voice was like thunder.

Nascent Soul said: "I am you, you are me."

Yang Xuan stared at Nascent Soul and asked: "You understand?"

Nascent Soul also looked at Yang Xuan and replied: "Understood, what about you?"

Yang Xuan nodded: "Since you understand everything, let's start!"

Nascent Soul is also nodded: "Let's start!"

Boom, hong long!

Two thunders descend from the sky with the power to destroy the world.