Chapter 231, Human Heart Fairy, Ancient Witchcraft

The meniscus in the sky turns into a full moon, and the radiance of Jingli's whole body blends with the moonlight. "Ya*wen*yan*love*first*post"

The white cow under Gongsun Nightmare's seat stepped back a little, his eyes slightly alert. But the Gongsun Nightmare Flower on its back just patted its head in a soothing way, then jumped off the cow's back and pulled out a bone umbrella from the void. The skeleton of this white-boned umbrella is composed of the remains of monsters. The bones are solid, clear and bright.

The youth is like a nightmare, and the flower bones are bright.

Gongsun Nightmare's body was too weak, she could only use her umbrella to support herself a little when she landed, and her long black skirt swayed into soft waves.

At this time, the altar of walking into the sky has already flown into the endless sky. The surrounding wind is piercing, the sky is full of fire, and the magneto-optical light is flowing. Ordinary cultivators will be destroyed in this extreme celestial phenomenon if they are not careful. But the two confronted here are not ordinary cultivators. They are the core of the Taoist lineage, the container of the Taoist fruit, and the saints. Since they can inherit the greatness of the Dao of Heaven, this celestial phenomenon will naturally not pose a threat to them.

"Aliu go back first." Gongsun Yuhua held the umbrella handle with one hand, while the other hand stroked the soft and thick hair on the back of the white cow, "This is not a place for you to stay."

The white bull looked at her with big eyes like bronze bells, and then slowly retreated to the edge of the altar. It looked at the woman who was struggling to stand up, without blinking, until it retreated to the point where it couldn't retreat, then spread its wings and flew directly to the 6 places directly below.

Gongsun Nightmare watched it leave, then turned around and said to Jingli, "If my body dies, remember to send my body back to Yaoque Tower."

Jing Li was a little stunned. He didn't expect that the saint of Yaodao would 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 humanistic practitioners, and their existence disappears after the dao fruit is differentiated into the dao species, so they cannot enter the holy altar to become heroic spirits. Do you want to keep the corpse in the human race? No, Terran doesn't remember losers. If he was defeated by Gongsun Nightmare Flower, he would be a sinner of the human race, how could he still keep his bones intact.

Is there still a place for him in the vastness of the world?

Jingli glanced at the foggy stone mirror, and then slowly said to Gongsun Nightmare: "...Tianyi Pavilion."

The world's largest place where Taoist Tibetans are suspended.

The Tianyi Pavilion was built in the Tianzhuliu Valley of Bailu Cave, where there are hidden rubbings and various jade slips for disciples and disciples to refer to and practice. The Tianyi Cabinet was built in the Tianyi Cave of Shenyinmen, and there were also Shenyinmen seniors sitting in the depths of this pavilion.

Gongsun Nightmare had long noticed the stone mirror on the altar and the three sticks of incense slowly burning in front of the mirror. She sighed softly, "It's too high to be an immortal, why would you be a human being?"

Jingli is so amazing that it is only a matter of decades for him to ascend to immortality.

Before she finished speaking, the ground under her feet began to turn white and gradually ossified. en8. These bones are not hideous, but more delicate and delicate than the rough stones before. The fine lines on it spread little by little, flowers bloomed in the bones, and a fresh air of the mountains diffused on the altar.

There is a small world in the altar of the sky, surrounded by snow-capped grasslands, desert Gobi, beach abyss, and a small stone platform hanging high in the center. Although the stone platform is small, it is extremely delicate. The complete stone is engraved with ancient human sacrifice activities. The will of the ancestors in ancient times was passed down through blood, and it has not disappeared today. It can be said that this square stone platform is the core part of the altar of the sky, but Gongsun Nightmare Flower almost did nothing, and began to make bones grow in the stone, and flowers grow on the bones.

The ferocious demonic qi also maintains a strong aggressiveness in this environment dominated by humanity.

The mirror twitched his sleeves, and the warm and jade-like glow sprinkled on the stone platform, neither preventing ossification nor eliminating the flowers.

He lowered his eyes and replied warmly, "The humanity is declining, who can ignore it?"

These radiances come from the essence of the sun and the moon, and they are harmless to all things, and can even make all things in the heavens and earth live. Gongsun Nightmare looked at the various wonders and scenes shrouded in light, and did not relax. Although he has always regarded himself as an elder, no saint dares to really underestimate Jingli.

After all, none of them can attain the Dao for a hundred years like Mirror Li.

Human beings are upright and peaceful, good at governing, mastering checks and balances, able to observe astronomical changes from above, and to observe the subtleties of the world from below. The Yaodao, on the other hand, controls the vitality of blood vessels, transforms all things, and gathers the essence of heaven and earth to build the foundation of the body. It stands to reason that Gongsun Yehua should take the initiative among the two. After all, Human Dao is good at detecting changes and then eliminating threats. But now she tried to test it, but Jingli didn't respond.

"pity."

It's a pity that such talent and bearing will all be buried in this troubled world.

Gongsun Nightmare sighed, the bone umbrella in her hand opened, and the umbrella reflected a small shadow in the warm glow.

This shadow quickly twisted frantically, gradually splitting into bizarre shadows. Some of these shadows were like cows and horses, some were like birds, and there were even some heaven and earth beasts that had long been invisible to the world. These shadows covered the entire altar in a short while, and as the bones spread, the shadows changed from rigid to flexible, and finally burrowed into the bones like living things. There was a "crunching" sound from the ground, cracks appeared in the bones, and the shadows that had just entered were manifested as huge skeletons of monsters, and their breath was extremely fresh. If you close your eyes and probe carefully with your soul, you can't feel that this is a dead thing at all.

Gongsun Nightmare still had an umbrella in his hand, but Jingli had nothing, but what they were walking on was the greatest holy weapon of war.

Jingli still did not move, the light he shed was holy and gentle, so clean that there was no variegation, but it was not dazzling. These rays of light obviously cannot cause any damage to the monsters everywhere, and they can even absorb the essence of the sun and the moon from them.

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Once again, he calmly responded to the sigh of Yaodao Gongsun Nightmare: "No regrets."

These white bone monsters were a little slow at first, but they quickly got used to their bodies. They approached the mirror step by step, and their vicious aura almost broke through the shackles of clouds and holy light. Before Gongsun Nightmare took action, even Jingli could not have imagined that the demonic energy in her body would be so violent. Such as mountains and seas, boundless, this condensed demonic aura carries a madness that devours everything, which is fundamentally different from the gentleness and softness of her appearance.

The skeleton of a hydra was the first to approach Jingli, and its nine heads danced in unison, rushing towards the unsuspecting saint like thunder.

It opened its huge mouth, Sen Bai's teeth closed up and down, and a crisp shattering sound came, as if the horn of the attack sounded, and countless monsters swarmed up, almost drowning Jingli in an instant.

However, Gongsun Nightmare's brows were slightly wrinkled, and 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 demon corpses collapsed instantly and turned into flying ashes, and that little shadow quickly disappeared into the umbrella.

Jingli stood safely among the bones, neither counterattack nor injured.

Gongsun Nightmare said: "The inviolability of the Dao is also true... The Dao friend is really even the saint."

This is the first time she calls Jingli a "daoist friend".

Between saints and saints is more the collision of Tao and Tao. Humanity itself is weaker than demon Tao, so Jingli will never prevail in confrontation, but it is not difficult for him to guard against Gongsun Nightmare Flower. As he said, the saint himself is "a person outside the painting" and cannot be hurt by external forces. It is normal for these bones not to touch him.

But Gongsun Nightmare Flower just turned the flower shadow into a demon skeleton, in fact, it contains life and death. Invade the sacred artifact like the Holy Altar with your own true body, and then reverse life and death, and send the ghosts of monsters that traverse the world into your own bones, so that they can regain the power of their lives. This kind of power is not only "external force", but also the way of life and death in Gongsun Nightmare's real body.

"I thought that fellow Taoists would fight with the gentleman's way of Qianyuan, but I don't want to be too high..."

Gongsun Nightmare looked a little puzzled. After all, Jing Licheng was a saint, but he really couldn't see the aura of the gentleman Qianyuan Dao in him.

Jingli replied with a calm expression: "Human life is like a mirror, you don't like it, you don't hate it, you don't reject it, you don't welcome it. If it is, everything will be invincible."

Gongsun Nightmare shook her head: "Too Shang is inaction, so everything is not harmed, fellow Daoist don't confuse people."

Jingli said that people live like a mirror. If they do not have any joys and sorrows when dealing with all things, and neither refuse its departure nor welcome its arrival, then all things in the world cannot be violated. But this is obviously wrong. Even if people do not welcome the dawn, the morning sun will always rise in the early morning. Even if people do not grieve or rejoice over natural disasters, these disasters will come sooner or later.

It can be said that man's adjustment to himself cannot completely free himself from the shackles of "Tao".

And Gongsun Nightmare immediately broke his words.

Do nothing, let things develop naturally, but will not be hurt by everything. This is the characteristic of the Supreme Dao Saint, and it is also the reason why the Immortal Dao Saint has always been invincible among the saints - if the Immortal Saint does not make a move, then no one can hurt him.

Gongsun Nightmare looked at Jingli with deep eyes, and the tip of the umbrella lightly touched the ground, as if thinking about something.

"People's hearts, fairy spirits." She stared at Jingli, not afraid of his sudden explosion. After all, Human Dao is not good at taking the initiative to attack, and Taishangdao is no longer invincible once he makes a move. She continued, "I seem to have guessed what you're practicing..."

"In ancient times, the human race was caught in the calamities of heaven and earth, trapped in monsters and beasts, and its reproduction was extremely difficult. Then, Tianqi, some people in the human race abandoned their seven emotions and six desires and became a witch. With the body of a great witch, the tribe will prosper for a long time, and will not be destroyed by disasters and demons. .And you, although you are like the Supreme Dao, have no intentions and do nothing, and do not involve in the red dust, you can still use this body to protect the prosperity of the human race. How similar is this to the great witch?"

Gongsun Nightmare suddenly laughed: "We are all doing things like finding another way of immortality, the one from Daxueshan is the way of the Buddha and the devil, this time it seems that you are trying to combine the way of human beings and immortals to trace the ancient witches. Say it?"

It is not a big problem to combine the way of human beings and immortals, but the problem of "tracing back to ancient times" is a big problem.

Just like Shinto, this is a Taoism that has been destroyed. Let's not talk about whether there is a way to bring it back. Even if there is a way, it is based on the premise of destroying the current Taoism. With the Taoist chess hidden in the Heavenly Burial Palace, the saints today are basically unable to refuse the advent of the divine Tao, but the witch Tao is different.

Back then, the gods and demons were divided into two parts of the world, so to descend to a god only need to destroy half of the current line of Tao, and Wu Dao was the only one in the world at that time. If it is really brought back, the current line of Tao will be ruined. For the human race, it doesn't matter if they lose the fading human Dao lineage, the witch Dao, which was once more brilliant than the gods and demons, can naturally bless their prosperity. As for other Dao Lineages, they will be out of the game without any catastrophe.

If Jingli is trying this kind of thing, then he is too dangerous for the Daos.

Now he can't deny that Gongsun Yuhua is not blind, and a single trick is enough for her to see a lot of things.

She sighed a little disappointedly, and then laughed again, with helplessness in her words: "I don't understand why Taiqing would protect you, and regardless of the return of the Heavenly Palace, he should have killed you when you used it to become holy. already."

Jingli seldom fights in person, and most of the time he sits on the altar of heaven and uses the altar to suppress foreign races, so before that, he should be the only one who knows that he is going back to the sorcerer's way. But Taiqing acquiesced to all of this, watching him go further and further on the path he chose.

Jingli could only be silent.

"This is the end of the matter, it can't be removed..." An old sigh came from the distant sky, accompanied by a mighty death qi.

The majestic and gloomy ghost town flew directly to the holy altar where the holy light shone. The two collided head-on, and a majestic death qi instantly poured into the holy artifact of humanity. The gates of the ghost city slammed open, and countless ghost armies entered the altar of the sky along the wave of death, destroying everything they could reach. The dead aura was as vast as a river, and the sound of the wailing of the beast could be heard incessantly. Soon this black energy surrounded the small stone platform in the center of the altar.

The brilliance above the stone platform is silent, neither welcoming nor rejecting, the death energy can't penetrate half a minute, but it can't help the death energy half a minute.

Jingli took a deep breath, looked back at the three sticks of incense with only fingernails left, and turned back to the ghost town: "It's just in time..."

"I don't know if you can fight for a fight?"

The words are like gold and stone, and the sound is loud.

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