The purple air was endless and majestic, as if it was spreading out from the farthest place in the sky. Inside and outside the six realms, between heaven and earth, countless energies intertwined and looked towards the Taoist involuntarily, as if at this moment, at this instant, the white-haired old man was the very center of this world.

Mysterious and profound, the door to all wonders.

This feeling has nothing to do with realm or cultivation.

Naturally.

Under the sweeping of the calamity energy previously, all the disciples of the hundreds of schools and the immortals in heaven had become part of the vortex of calamity energy. The more they fought, the angrier they became, and the more brutal they killed. In the end, the energy pulled them, and the magnificent move in the vortex of calamity energy was already uncontrollable. to the final explosion of this move, which was magnificent, terrifying, and noisy.

But this purple air easily...

Suppress directly!

There was no longer any ripples.

The various schools of thought were moved, but also felt afraid - the many immortals and gods who originally came to gain benefits from the human world were all those whose Tao hearts were not perfect. They had power but no realm. They came to this human world and were killed by the various schools of thought. However, these immortals and gods had various identities, connections, and teachers after all.

You killed one person.

It's not about killing one person, but about killing an entire clan.

That's the truth.

As a result, the enemies grew larger and larger, and the fighting became more and more intense. Now the goal seemed to have been achieved. If he continued, he would be captured by the calamity and blinded by the murderous intent, and would fall deeper and deeper. At this moment, with a complex emotion mixed with a slight vigilance, he raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and saw a familiar figure above the purple air.

There was surprise on everyone's face.

He immediately relaxed completely, with a slight smile on his face.

The immortals and gods also recognized the figure, but for a moment, they did not dare to recognize it.

"This is..."

"Qi Wuhuo?!"

"Hiss——Zhenwu **Demon Emperor?!"

After recognizing the old Taoist's true identity, their expressions changed slightly. In an instant, many thoughts emerged in their minds. They were all hesitant and puzzled. They whispered to each other, "Isn't it said that his realm collapsed, he has gone into a trance, and lost all his cultivation?"

This news spread secretly to many places in the heavens early on.

As a result, the gods and immortals gradually lost their awe of the human world and came to this world. But now when they see this old man coming with the purple air, the legends that seemed to have faded with the passage of time reappear in their minds.

Step into the demon world, break the disaster, kill Donghua, and kill the million-strong demon coalition.

Cultivate the truth and seek the truth, and endure tribulations to practice martial arts.

Not accepting the imperial edict, the Buddhas retreated westward. Each of these legends was enough to shock the world. Each of these legends carried an inexplicable, lingering, cold and murderous aura. As a result, the expressions of these immortals and gods suddenly became restrained, their bodies stiffened, and they held their weapons, staring at the old Taoist priest with extreme vigilance.

The previous kalpas seemed to be briefly forgotten and cast aside, and the world was silent.

I only saw the old Taoist walking on the purple air in the sky, his expression calm and natural.

It seemed that he did not use any magical powers. Above the extremely magnificent and vast purple air, ripples appeared layer by layer along with his footsteps. The ripples spread out in all directions and turned into the same dreamy haze.

The old Taoist walked to the middle of heaven and earth and stood among the various schools of thought and the immortals and gods.

Her sleeves were rolled up and her hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, but her white hair fell all the way to her waist.

As a result, all the philosophers and schools of thought restrained their murderous and hostile intentions.

They all took half a step forward and raised their hands.

Bow.

Look serious.

Their sleeves hung down like a sea of ​​​​clouds falling from the sky to protect the world.

They bowed, saluted, and said in unison with a reverence that was difficult to describe in words:

"We——"

"Hello, Master!"

In the sixty years of human life, nine steles have been counted.

Countless teachings have been preached under the Nine Stele. Although all the schools of thought have not truly become disciples, they all unilaterally pay homage to the old man as their teacher. This voice was extremely majestic and calm, vast and majestic, like the manifestation of cultural context. The old Taoist turned around, brushed his sleeves across the void, stood on this side of the human world, raised his eyes, and looked at the group of immortals.

Purple air around him, disciples behind him, and the world under his feet.

So all the immortals and gods subconsciously looked back.

Take a half step back!

The murderous intent disappeared immediately.

Even quite a few immortals and gods were extremely angry, gnashing their teeth, suddenly realizing what was going on, and wanted to slap their thighs and shout -

No wonder, no wonder!

It turns out to be related to the Zhenwu Demon? !

No wonder these guys are so difficult to deal with and so good at fighting. If they were just humans, there would be no need to say more. But if these guys were all taught by the Zhenwu Demon, then I'm sorry, all the gods and immortals can say in their hearts -

Except for Fuziqiu.

Not good enough to fight!

Everyone looked towards the old Taoist priest, but they were all very serious and alert. Their fighting spirit against the various schools of thought had now mostly dissipated. The Great Lord of Justice suddenly felt something, and his pupils shrank instantly. He stared at the old Taoist priest, feeling the vague feeling, and his expression suddenly became ugly.

Why did the aura of this lord's Dao Fruit suddenly become so ethereal, as if it had disappeared? !

No, impossible, impossible.

You have only spent sixty years to obtain such a great fruit of my Tao.

Why can't I find it?!

How is it possible that I am completely under your control? !

impossible.

How could you have accomplished something that I have never accomplished in the past eight thousand years in less than one percent of the time? If that were the case, then what would the talent and Dao heart that I am so proud of be?

The Great Lord of Justice clenched his hands tightly, looking extremely ugly.

After all, he has been fighting since the most ancient era. He is experienced and has strong vision and experience. Even if he has many reasons not to believe it, the answer still emerges in his heart.

The fruit of the Tao has been dissolved.

Come to think of this answer.

The eyes of the Great Lord of Justice went dark and he almost fell from the heaven!

How persistent he was about his own Dao Fruit and realm breakthrough, how much he hated when his Dao Fruit was taken away, and how intense his murderous intent was now. He looked towards Qi Wuhuo with murderous intent, but for some reason, his own huge spiritual nature in the great realm seemed to be singing a different tune from his murderous intent. He did not mobilize his divine weapons, but instead kept suppressing his own murderous intent and hostility.

"The True Martial Demon, Qi Wuhuo..."

As he looked at that Taoist enemy, his murderous intent grew stronger.

But at this moment, the spirit of the Great Emperor at the peak of his powers was like a madman, suppressing his murderous intent with all his might.

It was because he had not shown any hostility at this moment and went to hunt down the Zhenwu Demon!

No, no, no—

The soul is screaming!

The Great Lord of Justice raised his right hand, almost ready to use the same moves he had used to fight against the Fire Emperor Dongyang.

But his left hand tightly grasped his wrist.

Consciousness has also found a reason. All spiritual creatures, so-called sentient beings, will have a bias and will only want to believe what they want to believe.

No, now this Zhenwu **demon stands at the center of the catastrophe and the six realms.

Don't touch him easily.

The Great Lord of Justice suppressed his murderous intent, loosened his palm, and finally suppressed the surging murderous intent.

"Just wait... The Supreme Mystery, Qi Wujue."

"You have now undertaken such a great undertaking. No matter what the final outcome is, your ascension to heaven is already destined."

"When you ascend to the Heavenly Palace, I will naturally have all kinds of ways to deal with you. No matter how good you are, you are only one of the Four Northern Saints of the North Pole Exorcist Institute. How can you be compared with me, the master of the Tianshu Institute?"

"Just wait until you ascend to heaven."

"Within a year, I will destroy your soul and kill you completely!"

The judicial mind is cold.

The heart of Tao cannot be shaken!

So under this heart——

The spirit of the emperor level finally seemed speechless.

Complete silence fell.

The old Taoist didn't seem to notice the figure looking at him with murderous intent from the 33rd Heaven. He just turned aside and avoided the salute of the disciples. He only accepted half of it and said gently: "What I teach is just the most basic practice method. Everyone in the world knows it."

"You have reached your current state and accomplishments, and have come this far because of you. You should acknowledge this matter with dignity."

The other disciples all bowed and said, "Yes!"

They are still as serious and solemn as ever.

It was just like the first time I saw the black-robed master preaching in front of the Nine Monuments.

The moods of the scholars became peaceful and calm. They looked at the enemy in front of them and surrounded the master. The fighting spirit gradually rose bit by bit. Some of the immortals and gods seemed to have lost the will to fight - before, most of the immortals and gods who were eager to sever the destiny of the human world had died in the battle just now.

The rest of them don't have much murderous intent or malice towards humans, they just fight because they are enemies.

At this moment, the calamity aura has dissipated, his mind has become clear again, and he is unwilling to fight with the people in the world anymore.

Especially Li Zhai, especially Confucius.

There is also the white-haired old man who looks ordinary, like he is about to die.

Zhenwu **demon!

They, the immortals and gods, have long years to live and endless mountains and rivers to see, but they do not want to become names in the merit book of the Great Emperor Zhenwu **Demon. However, under the watchful eyes of the public, perhaps they are unwilling to accept it because of shame, or perhaps it is because the various schools of thought have been recognized and treated equally by these true immortals and gods.

But there is another part that is unwilling to retreat like this in front of a respectable but powerful enemy.

Even if there is a Zhenwu demon standing in front.

To retreat without a fight in front of an enemy who is worthy of admiration, fighting and discussion is even more unacceptable than dying in battle. With such thoughts in mind, the eyes of the immortals and gods once again showed a blazing fire.

Then the array changed like flowing water, and in an instant, it was clearly distinguished.

Some of them came forward timidly, while others were calm and held weapons.

Their eyes swept over the old master who stood between the human and mortal worlds, and they did not respectfully address him as Tai Shang Xuan Wei.

He did not say anything about the Zhenwu Demon Emperor, but just bowed and said, "Master of the world."

They looked past the old Taoist's shoulder and looked at the disciples in front of them. They said solemnly, "The battle between us and these Taoist friends has not yet ended. Please move aside and let us finish the battle first!"

There was also a burning flame rising in the eyes of the various philosophers.

The changes of supernatural powers naturally include pure comprehension and perception of the world. It is also the great way, the supreme beauty, and the supreme power. Moreover, for those immortals and gods who only had power but no way, it was not worthy of being called the way. And for these opponents who now implement the great way, fighting to the end is also a kind of respect.

They raised their fists again, and the calamity energy that had been circulating before rose up again, but was suppressed by the purple energy.

The old Taoist said in a calm and gentle voice:

"The previous fighting was enough. Those who offended our people have all been brought to justice. The battle now is different."

The immortals were about to say something, but the old man smiled and pointed out a point, saying, "Haven't you heard that there are both civil and martial methods in the discussion of the Dao? The previous wars and battles were also martial battles, but now we should discuss the Dao with civil methods. Since you are immortals and disciples, is the only thing you can praise about is the means of war and killing?"

Those who have evil intentions and commit crimes against the world are all dead!

The cowardly have retreated.

Stones from other mountains can be used to polish jade.

Only by sharpening and polishing the pieces carefully can one truly achieve great things.

The old Taoist pointed at the purple air, and asked these immortals and gods with pure Taoist hearts and unwillingness to give up, and the disciples to complete the final trial. It seemed like they were forging swords one by one, and eventually sharpening them into extremely sharp blades. In other words, only with such a powerful force can one have enough confidence to make an extremely powerful opponent sit down and talk with you.

The Fengshan ceremony at Mount Tai marked the beginning of my determination.

In the end, three battles are required to determine the level of destiny, and the immortal god will naturally emerge as the one with the highest realm.

There were three times in the world when Taoism was discussed, Qiu Ziran was one of them, and Li Zhai was one of them.

While the various schools of thought were arguing with each other, the old Taoist smiled slightly and lowered his eyes. The gods and immortals from the various schools of thought saw a lazy Taoist walking over there, staggeringly. It was Zhuang Zhou.

Zhuang Zhou seemed to have sensed something from the changes in his Qi in an instant and sobered up.

Looking at the top of Mount Tai, he said, "Ah, I am really drunk."

"How did I get here by mistake? Sorry, I went in the wrong direction, old man!"

Without hesitation, he turned around and walked away, but the old Taoist reached out and grabbed him by the collar, lifted him up, and threw him to the top of the mountain. He became the last candidate to participate in the debate. There were three debates in total, and this time he was facing real immortals and gods. It was finally not like the previous method of [proving strength with fists, proving courtesy with magical powers, and making the gods realize what humility and sincerity are through continuous beatings].

But it is truly about the great way.

In the third battle, the military leader showed his prowess and won without a doubt.

Zhuang Zhou was lazy, and at the moment when he was about to win, he threw down the chess piece and admitted defeat.

The immortal god was dazed and lost the will to win, and sighed with regret.

"He has transcended the issues of winning and losing and the truth. I am far from being as detached as him."

But when finally facing Confucius Qiu of this age, the immortal god discovered that no matter what means, magical powers, or mysterious principles he used, Qiu's response was still slow and steady, and was always the same as his own.

This is a state of despair.

No matter how hard you try, the gap will always be that big.

Later, that Qiu called it "doing whatever one wants without breaking the rules."

At this moment, the proud innate divine spirit's Taoism almost collapsed on the spot.

After all, I feel inferior.

However, in the three discussions, there was one win, one loss and one draw.

Among the immortals and gods, sentient beings, and the rotation of yin and yang, there are evil and greedy ones; there are those who waver like fence-sitters, and there are also kind and strong ones.

The people of the mortal world killed the first batch of immortals and gods, repelled the second batch of immortals and gods, and then gained the respect and recognition from the immortals and gods in the fairy world who were truly diligent in their practice. Finally, the existence of the human race would not be underestimated by anyone.

The immortals, gods and scholars agreed to discuss the Dao with each other again on Mount Tai after sixty years. Then the agreement gradually faded away. The aftermath of the heavenly realm was just beginning at this time, and the scholars surrounded the old master, wanting to return to the human world.

The old man just smiled gently and shook his head, saying, "No need."

He looked at the human world with attachment and nostalgia in his eyes. He had already felt the rising of energy and was overcoming the catastrophe. He did not use the most decisive killing to make the human world and the heaven truly become mortal enemies, but instead killed a part of them and made friends with the other parts who had a heart of Tao and a moral bottom line. The catastrophe had been broken.

Just like a star passing through the sky, the old man felt the change of the breath in the dark at this moment, and the disciples were not ordinary mortals, they also felt that ethereal yet real feeling, as if they should say goodbye today, as if today was the last time to see this old man.

It was as if this old man had come to the world with some kind of mission, and now that he had fulfilled his destiny, it was time for him to leave this world.

The old man smiled and said gently, "I promised Simon that I would preach one last time."

He lifted up his skirt and sat on the vast purple air. The purple air stretched in front of him and turned into cushions. All the disciples bowed solemnly and sat down. The old man's eyes fell down to the world and said gently: "When I preached that day, it was always before the nine tablets. Many people felt regretful."

"I feel like I haven't been able to hear the old man preach the truth, but the truth is hard to describe, and I can only describe it with difficulty... This time, I will preach it here, in front of everyone."

The old man lowered his eyes. For the past sixty years, he had been explaining Taoism every seventeen years. Previously, he had already explained the realm of earthly immortals. Now, starting from this point, the old man continued to explain in a gentle and calm voice. Ximen Da Chong, who was flipping through the book, was startled, but seemed to sense something. He strode out of the door and looked up.

They are the old people passing by, the children laughing and playing, and every person who has walked through this world.

They all stopped and felt the voice they heard in their hearts.

The grass and trees turned their leaves, the birds stopped flapping their wings, and the golden monkey on the top of the tree held the branch with one hand, raised its head with wide eyes.

At this moment, all the people in the world heard the old man's gentle narration.

This sermon was addressed to everyone in the world, to every living being. People seemed to see a kind old man in front of them, talking to them with a warm smile. Soon, he talked about the mysteries of the imperial realm. Ordinary people could hardly understand it, but they were still immersed in it.

The great way never leaves man.

The old blue ox caught up, panting.

[Yin] and [Xi] followed closely behind.

The profound and mysterious Dao is not complicated at all and can be explained quickly.

The old man's voice paused.

Then he began to speak again, reciting the Taoist scripture that he had begun to write when he was in his teens and had only just completed. It was not long, only 5,000 words, and it had spread throughout the world, blending the essence of Taoism that he knew into the most ordinary words.

The world is quiet, and above the sky, the purple air stretches endlessly. Why is it thirty thousand miles? !

It’s three hundred thousand miles, three million miles!

It has completely enveloped the entire world. Ximen Dachong, for some reason, burst into tears after listening to it. All the philosophers and the common people in the world seemed to be fascinated and lost in thought for a long time. When the philosophers came to their senses, they murmured, "What a wonderful and mysterious thing, what a great charm. Master, this is your..."

Their voices paused, and the purple air was still before their eyes, flowing continuously above the vastness of the human world.

But the white-haired old man was nowhere to be seen.

The smile and admiration froze for a moment.

The philosophers stood here in silence. Mount Tai was high and it was snowing heavily. The world was bleak, but the Master was still there. They had experienced fights and wars, they had killed gods, they had discussed Taoism with the immortals and gods, they had proved their own Taoism and direction, their blood was boiling and they had no fear!

Now the sun is shining brightly and the clouds are beautiful, but now that the Master has left, they don't know why, they just feel a sense of loneliness.

The disciples watched the purple air gradually dissipate, the sunlight flowed and fell into the human world. The mortal world was already beautiful, and the golden ripples on the rivers and lakes were even more dazzling. Someone whispered:

"The world is so beautiful..."

They nodded silently.

Above the purple air, there was no one in front of them.

There is no one standing in front of them to protect them from the wind and rain and to point out the way forward.

They are already in the front.

This was the last time they saw the master in their lives.