Ask with the devil [Xiu Xian]

The catastrophe has passed the sixth level.

The first level of tribulation thunder is stronger than the second level, even if the law of heaven restrains it, the demon world is still smashed out of countless gaps in space.

The panicked demons fled countless times, and the immortals at the other end of the imaginary river also harbored fear.

——Heavenly thunder is so powerful, people who cross the catastrophe, sometimes people in the devil world, if they can survive the thunder catastrophe, how much disaster will it bring to the fairy world?

In the center of Thunder Tribulation, the Demon Emperor's Palace has been reduced to ruins.

Only two people were left standing.

One is Ji Linchuan, and the other is the devil.

The demon lord looked uncertain.

"Seven forms of Taoism... Seven stages of thunder calamity... It's a good idea to fight back."

"The calculations started so long ago. This is what you call, sticking to the Tao and doing everything?"

The seventh thunder tribulation has begun to brew.

This time the brewing time was very long, and the coercion rose, which was more than the sum of the previous thunder disasters.

The devil sighed softly: "Linchuan..."

At this time, in the pure white consciousness space.

Ji Linchuan held two swords and fought Su Ming.

Although he has practiced for thousands of years, he has lived tens of millions of years compared to his life-surviving life. After all, it is too short, and his consciousness is severely suppressed by his life-surviving after awakening.

Su Ming didn't expect him to last such a long time.

"He actually fused the soul with the fire of chaos..."

Consciousness was cut to pieces again and again, and because of the condensed fire of chaos, Ji Linchuan only felt that his spirit became more and more exhausted and weak, but he couldn't give up.

"I didn't mean to put you to death." Seeing that the catastrophe was about to end and the opportunity was approaching, Su Ming couldn't help being anxious, "Is it so difficult for you to admit that you are one with me?"

Ji Linchuan said: "I am me, just me."

"It's really stubborn." Su Ming said, "It really is me."

Ji Linchuan frowned and repeated, "I'm not you."

Su Ming just smiled slightly, and inserted the sword into the chest of Ji Linchuan's conscious body. Ji Linchuan spat out a mouthful of blood, pale and knelt on one knee.

However, this time the fate did not break his consciousness, he realized that the pure pain could no longer shake Ji Linchuan's mind.

Su Ming knelt down on one knee, held Ji Linchuan's face, and pressed it against his forehead.

Thousands of years of memories poured in from between his brows, and Ji Linchuan groaned in pain, feeling dizzy.

In these memories, he became the god who lived in the fairy world a long time ago.

He was born from the clear energy of the beginning, and he was born close to the principles of Taoism, and had an infinite desire for the supreme Tao.

He follows the movement of heaven and earth, acts according to the sky, protects all things in the world, is admired by all living beings, and the world praises him as the "God of God".

He was stuck in the land where he had not made any progress for millions of years. He wanted to reach out for the stars, but he was still unable to take a step forward.

He began to study the world, looking for vacancies, just to reach the ultimate.

After a long time, he created the seven Taoist techniques, and then set up a large formation for prohibiting demons to fight against the demon lord.

Afterwards, the fresh air was exhausted, and he threw himself into the long river of time, and woke up after thousands of years.

"You are me and I am you."

"We are originally one, and our desire for Tao is integrated into our countless projections and endless years."

"Don't you yearn for the ultimate that is so far away and within reach?"

Someone said softly.

Ji Linchuan listened in a daze, and stretched out his hand to grab something in the void, as if he wanted to grab something.

Nothing was caught.

"I'm……"

He opened his mouth, and in the boundless and scattered memories of thousands of years, he was floating and sinking, as if he was immersed in a fog and could not tell the direction.

But a picture suddenly came in.

It was in the dusty and silent palace of Shang Xuan Xianzong.

The man in black hugged him and said.

"In my eyes, you are you and he is him."

"It's you that I'm with. It's you that I care about..."

"There is only one Ji Linchuan in this world."

……

"I am..." Ji Linchuan's eyes suddenly became concentrated, "I am not anyone in the world, except myself."

Su Ming's slight smile had already faded, and he looked at him expressionlessly.

The pure white space trembled violently, and the seventh catastrophe had already begun to descend.

Su Ming suddenly said: "The opportunity to break through is only a moment."

"You don't admit that you are me..."

He paused and said lightly.

"——then only I will admit that I am you."

He stretched out his arms to hug Ji Linchuan, and the huge and turbulent energy melted in instantly!

The conscious body that traced fate began to become transparent.

Until this moment, his eyes were calm.Calm, indifferent, but deep beneath it lies madness.

Ji Linchuan finally understood that the person in front of him was a complete lunatic.

For the unknowable ultimate, he is willing to sacrifice himself.

"I'm good at reasoning, but I forgot that the devil is the best at calculating. He has expected that you can last until now, and I will compromise for time."

The life-surrendering figure faded, but the obsession in his eyes has not faded.

"But... so what?"

"We will step on the shore together and touch the ultimate together. I am you, and you are me."

"I have seen the end of fate."

at the same time.

The seventh vast calamity thunder fell, and the last of the seven Taoism techniques, which the Demon Emperor Chong Cui had never used in its entirety, opened the "Fortune Luck".

The tribulation thunder fell as if it encountered invisible ripples, collided, trembled, and then condensed into a staircase.

At the same time, the aura of someone stepping on the shore slowly climbed up.

It's Ji Linchuan.

He closed his eyes and opened them again, and they had already returned to their dark and natural color.

He took a step and walked up the heavenly tribulation.

The devil called him.

When the other party turned around, the Demon Lord saw the man's dark eyes, and suddenly something extremely complicated appeared. The other party moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't make a clear distinction. The next moment, the man had disappeared into the sky.

The breath of the walker also disappeared.

The sky was vast and vast, and the traces of the thunder calamity disappeared without a trace.

The Demon Lord lowered his face.

A boulder hangs over my heart.

He will not be mistaken.

After the catastrophe, the person who came out was Ji Linchuan.

That's why he didn't make a move.

But... there are still some things that deviate from expectations.

The sky was suddenly golden, and the upper realm was filled with light, even the darkest abyss was fully reflected.

There was a sound of Taoism, and countless ice flowers bloomed.

In each petal of the ice flower, a figure is reflected by the golden light.

White clothes with two swords, and a handsome face.

A pair of waveless black eyes reflected the Dao ruthlessly.

It is a sign of auspiciousness throughout the ages.

It is also a scene of enlightenment that is unique in all ages.

The heaven and the earth announced to all living beings that a Taoist Lord was born.

There is no need to declare the name taboo, because the name taboo has been engraved into the hearts of every practitioner of the Tao along with the worldly Tao.

——Ji Linchuan, Ji Daoist.

And the boulder hanging over the devil's heart finally fell to the ground.

Smashing out a piece of blood dripping with unspeakable pain.