Fist of Imagination

"A bunch of dog slaves, do you really think that there are no Yin Demon puppets above the middle level of Red Tribulation?

So what if you use Xie Wanjuan's bookmark to connect the inner and outer worlds? You are all going to die here! "

The Demonic Sword Spirit was extremely proud, and the dark purple sword light was brighter than ever before.

In the battle between Sheng Wuxu and Tai Fengxian, all the Yin Demon puppets above the level of Red Tribulation were indeed wiped out. However, Sheng Wuxu tried his sword to kill countless people in the sky, and he also sealed many of them in the Jiyinbo Demon Sword. The material that has yet to be made into a puppet.

After losing the sword master, the Demon Sword Spirit repeatedly tried millions of times in more than 1,800 years, and finally independently refined these ten Yin Demon puppets of the Red Tribulation.

Although these ten Yin Demon giants are far inferior to the puppets made by their masters themselves, they are enough to deal with these seven dog slaves whose highest level is only the middle level of Red Tribulation!

It mobilized all the Yin demon essence and injected it into these ten Yin demon puppets that looked like faceless giants. The Yin wind gathered and more than 100,000 Yin demon puppets made by previous graduates fell to the ground one after another, and the ten red demon puppets The extraordinary power fluctuations on the Yin Demon puppet who was in the upper position of the robbery became stronger and stronger, far exceeding the fluctuations on Yuan Tianren and the other seven people.

Seeing ten Yin Demon puppets approaching, Yuan Tianren's expression remained unchanged.

He waved his hand to retract half of the ten thousand bookmarks in the air, and the other half flew back to Liang De's martial arts soul and disappeared into the revolving lantern of life.

The worlds inside and outside the Sword Immortal Ruins have been connected and merged, and the mission of this half of the world-breaking treasure has been completed.

Chang Duanxuan smiled at Liang De and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Ade. We old guys will take care of the rest."

Sun Xunqiao shouted loudly from a distance: "Master, can you do it? The Yin Demon Puppet realm on the other side is one level higher than yours, and there are more people than you. If it doesn't work, let's run away!"

Chang Duanxuan twisted his beard and smiled, ignoring his useless second disciple.

How can we, the original practitioners of our generation who travel across the heavens, be afraid of these dead things that have no true nature?

Chang Duanxuan stretched out two fingers to the other dead souls under the sword and said:

"I'll take two."

Yuan Tianren stood in the air with his sleeves flying: "Lao Chang and I will fight four together, and you will divide the rest."

Mo Feisheng stared: "I'll shoot two of them too!"

Jiang Chi and Nan looked at each other and said, "Two."

Zhao Tianji: "One."

Dong Tianbao: "I am one too."

The Demonic Sword Spirit smiled instead of being angry:

"What a cowardly dog ​​slave, you dare to pretend even when you are about to die! I will be your master after the Master Immortal passes away, and I will be the god of this Sword Immortal ruins! How dare you go against the will of heaven, I want to see you today Let’s see how you die!”

"I control my own life."

Dong Tianbao clasped his palms together, and his ferocious face suddenly showed a kind expression. Sanskrit chants rang out in the air, and the Buddha's light spread all over the place, shining brightly, making his treasure look even more solemn.

"Everything that has an appearance is all false. There is no identity, no identity, no identity of living beings, and no appearance of life. If you see that all appearances are not appearances, you have seen the Tathagata."

Dong Tianbao suddenly put down his clasped palms, and a crazy and ferocious expression appeared on Baoxiang's solemn face, like a blood-sea Shura.

"I don't see Tathagata, why doesn't Tathagata come to see me!

Tathagata! Why don't you come to see me! Why don't you come to see me! "

Amidst the roar of madness and extreme pain, Dong Tianbao suddenly slapped his forehead with a palm, beating his whole body to death without leaving a trace.

After Dong Tianbao's body and soul were destroyed, an invisible and formless thing suddenly appeared where he was.

This thing is high and majestic, but it is not the heaven and earth, mountains and seas; it is ever-changing, but it is not rain, snow, wind and frost; it is indestructible, but it is not gold, silver, copper and iron; it is ethereal, but it is not a dream.

Since it can be like steel and iron, why can't it be like clouds and fog, dreams and illusions, sky and earth?

If I can incarnate everything, then what am I?

Dong Tianbao's way is to temper the self to the extreme, deepen the pain to the extreme, constantly temper the self, constantly alienate the self, and then find the unchanging consistency among countless completely different appearances.

He wanted to see what was causing pain!

That consistency that is always present is "I".

What if "I" died in pain and alienation?

If I, Dong Cun, are really so weak, I will deserve my death!

Dong Cunzhen, the original practitioner of the Pure Land system and the lower realm of Red Tribulation, his true nature is called——

One of me!

The formless and formless thing that Dong Cunzhen incarnated floated across the void towards a red, ink and black faceless giant. The Yin Demon puppet in the upper position of Red Tribulation suddenly let out an earth-shattering howl, and it swung out like crazy. The fists that could overthrow mountains were fighting desperately with the invisible objects in the air, but they were still unable to catch the enemy's shadow.

Zhao Tianji walked higher and higher in the void with his hands behind his back. His back seemed to disappear into the sky the next moment, but it never disappeared.

He walked higher and higher, higher and higher, until finally leaving only an infinitesimal black spot.

Clouds gathered in the sky, covering all the light in the blink of an eye.

There is only a solitary white moon hanging high in the sky, scattering countless sword-like bright silver lights.

In the center of the plain white moon, the infinitely small black dot stood high on the top of a thousand feet, roaring with sleeves, looking up to the sky.

“I want to do whatever I want.

What I want is what I want.

No matter if you make a mistake, no matter if you fail, no matter if you die!

There is a ruthless moon in the sky, which means I have no regrets in my life. "[1]

Zhao Gufeng, a member of the Huangtian family and a former traveler in the lower realm of Red Tribulation, his true name is——

A lonely man!

The lonely cold energy that froze the sky turned into a ray of moonlight and shone on the head of a red and black faceless giant. It immediately cut off half of the body of the faceless giant, which was hundreds of feet tall. A large amount of water poured out from the faceless giant's wound, quickly healing the faceless giant's body that had been cut away by the gang energy regardless of loss.

After recovering, the faceless giant roared and ran towards the lonely bright moon in the void, and the plain white moon rose higher and higher, as if it would never end. The faceless giant was illuminated by the changing moonlight of the cold and cold energy. I kept chopping it up and repairing it, but I still couldn't catch up with the bright moon that headed towards the end of the sky.

When the demon demon sword spirit saw that the two Yin demon puppets with the upper level Red Tribulation were really being defeated by them, the demon sword spirit shook wildly with anger.

It looked at the tall, bearded man with a murderous look, and sent orders to the Yin Demon puppet with its spiritual thoughts.

I saw two faceless giants thousands of feet tall standing side by side, twisting and merging into one. The giants transformed into a two-headed and four-armed evil monster, which attacked Mo Feisheng with its hands and feet on the ground!

"The most important thing about Huanhai Xuanqi is accumulation over time. Mo Feisheng, a slave like you can't even afford a good meal, how much extraordinary power can you accumulate!"

Mo Feisheng looked into the void with blue eyes, and there seemed to be a vast ocean swallowing stars and the moon emerging from his eyes. The blue ocean was vast and boundless.

"There are so many... Haha, you dare to copy my skills and my drawings, what a fool these young people are.

Do you still want to treat me like a leek? Do you think you are a super mechanic? "

This rough-looking man has a strong sense of martial arts, and he is full of hair and beard.

As a man who has wanted to become the Sword Master of the Southwest since he was a child, Mo Feisheng wanted to shout out those two words at this moment, but shouting out those two words seemed too cliché... but he felt unwilling not to.

Mo Feisheng hesitated for a long time and suddenly shouted:

"Give it all to me!"

I saw the water patterns on Mo Feisheng's martial arts spirit flickering and extinguishing, huge waves rising into the sky, and countless phantom sea waters swirling and condensing into a deep sea eye.

As soon as the eyes of the sea came out, the Haina Magic Hidden of all the students of the Sea Science Department in the Sword Immortal Ruins opened involuntarily, and thousands of strange weapons, components and blanks stored in the Haina Magic Hidden all flew towards Mo Feisheng!

Even the phantoms of those who graduated from the Department of Sea Studies were forcibly opened by Mo Feisheng. All students who had used his free blueprints could not control their phantom spaces after he activated the backdoor, and could only watch their hard-earned accumulation. I don’t know how long, and the Xuanhai Xuanqi, which was more valuable than the private money saved by a middle-aged married man to buy games, disappeared!

Nameless, the first-year prefect of the Maritime Studies Department, watched helplessly as all his savings were looted by Mo Feisheng. He clenched his fists and fell to his knees with a plop, and a lot of desperate bubbles came out of his flat eel head:

"Fuck you, why!"

[1]: Quoted from "Xuzhou Station" by teacher Shao Siming, the whole poem is as follows: The bones are empty in the night and the fresh air is deep, and the frost lights and neon shadows are floating and falling. There is a ruthless moon in the sky, which means I have no regrets in my life.