Chapter 370 Yang Shen Realm
Inside the cave.
Fang Zuo thought of the kitchen knife thoughtfully.
An inexplicable feeling began to appear again.
Just when this illusion appeared.
Was interrupted by the other party.
"What's wrong? It seems that you seem to have remembered something." Bi Wu San Ren stroked his white beard and asked with a smile: "Why don't you tell me about it? Maybe I can help you solve some of your doubts and give you some inspiration."
"Nothing, just some memories, no need to bother you anymore." Fang Zuo collected his thoughts and said, "You just mentioned that the spiritual energy is weakening, and the cultivators from the three realms are turning to the path of incense and fire."
"But even if this avenue of incense was prosperous for a while, it will eventually come to an end."
"Otherwise, the monks today wouldn't still be using their meager spiritual power to practice."
"You are absolutely right, Daoist friend." Biwu Sanren sighed, shook his head, and said with a compassionate look on his face:
"As the saying goes, everything turns to its opposite when it reaches its extreme. Yang alone cannot survive. Yin and Yang are born from each other. There is a time for prosperity and decline! This avenue of incense comes quickly, but it also ends quickly."
"When the spiritual energy path was flourishing, demon cultivators were still a minority, but when the incense path was popular, almost everyone was a demon cultivator."
"These believers and incense are the valuables of the monks. If you want to improve your realm, just rob them. What could be easier than robbing?"
"The golden bodies of those incense masters are wrapped in the skins of their fellow disciples. The incense altar is covered with the bones of their best friends. The residual souls of their fellow disciples are hung as wicks in the incense hall."
"The three realms are like the Asura Dojo. Where is the morality? They are all jackals."
"It's a pity that the other creatures in the Three Realms, whether they are humans, demons, ghosts or spirits, have been kept as beasts by believers, who pray to them day and night and burn incense."
"These great powers of the Great Avenue of Incense and Fire fought for believers in their own worlds, and later on, the small worlds attacked each other, causing endless fighting throughout the three realms."
"It was not until after that strange sound that we old guys who had been shutting up our mountain doors curiously opened the cave and poked our heads out to discover it."
"The avenue of incense has been cut off, and everything has returned to the way it was before."
"However, the four continents were shattered and only one and a half remained."
"Among the three realms of heaven, earth and man, only the human realm is left, and the spiritual energy is even thinner."
"And the Heavenly Dao began to suppress and reject the Yang God Realm."
"We guys can only hide in the cave and wait for death."
Biwu Sanren looked sad, sighed, and kept shaking his head.
Fang Zuo consoled him, "You don't have to be like this. How many fellow Taoists have died in disasters! You have finally reached the Yang God realm. It's a good thing that you are free and at ease here and have avoided disasters."
"You are right, Daoist friend. Of all the friends and relatives when I became a Daoist, I am the only one left now." Biwu Sanren sighed again, raised his head and asked:
"My fellow Taoist, we hit it off right away and had a great time talking to each other. I wonder what your name should be?"
"My last name is Fang," said Fang Zuo.
"So it's Fellow Daoist Fang." Biwu Sanren waved his whisk, bowed again and said, "I see that Fellow Daoist's purple hair has been completed, and the [Purple Air Canopy] will appear soon! From now on, your Nascent Soul will travel to the North Sea in the morning and Cangwu in the evening, without any worries."
"Once you have mastered the [Pure Yang Golden Lotus], you will be able to refine your spirit and return it to emptiness, and your Yang Spirit will begin to emerge."
"To be able to do this under such spiritual energy is a blessing from fate, and the Tao is natural."
"You're too kind, fellow Daoist. It was just luck." Fang Zuo shook his head: "Although it's only one step away from Yang God, many people stop here."
"It is definitely not a fluke, fellow Daoist, there is no need to be modest. Now under this great avenue, I can still see that the Daoist sect has a successor, and I am really delighted." Biwu Sanren laughed and said:
"It's a pity that I will soon die and will not be able to see with my own eyes the first Yang God after my Taoist friend achieves the incense and the great way is cut off."
Fang Zuo remained silent.
Even the yang spirit has to die eventually.
Only by refining the void and merging with the Tao can one hope to be like the Tao Ancestor.
Even if the inspiration is gone, you can still find new opportunities.
"Fang Daoyou," Biwu Sanren said with a serious face, "I have something to discuss with you."
"If you don't mind, I would like to give you the little bit of the power of heaven and earth from my spiritual platform to help you cross this threshold and return to the state of emptiness."
Fang Zuo was stunned, a little surprised: "How can that be possible? If you give me this great power of heaven and earth, I'm afraid you will die immediately."
“But even if I don’t give it to you, I don’t have much time left.” Bi Wu San Ren showed a bitter expression and shook his head: “Of course I am unwilling to accept it, but even those great masters who live as long as the heavens and the earth have to go far away to find new opportunities.”
"Even the heaven and earth no longer exist, leaving only this human world"
"This is the way of heaven. It cannot be forced by human power. I have lived for so many years and have come to terms with it. Fellow Daoist Fang, please don't refuse."
"Rather than living a few more days and letting the great power of heaven and earth dissipate, I would rather let them help you take this step."
Speaking of.
Bi Wu San Ren's face showed a sad expression, and he paused, then forced a smile and said, "As long as I can see that after the spiritual energy is cut off, the Taoist sect still has the pillar that supports the sky, I will be at peace when I leave."
After hearing this, Fang Zuo neither objected nor agreed.
Biwu Sanren sighed.
He advised again: "I know that Fellow Daoist Fang has a profound Dao heart, but if you rely on your own cultivation, I don't know how long you will have to wait for such a thin spiritual energy."
"My help is an opportunity for us. If you don't want to owe me karma, and you have the energy to take care of this small world in the future, it will be considered as a way to thank me and repay this karma. How do you think?"
"If I refuse again, it would seem a bit hypocritical." Fang Zuo nodded: "In this case, I will be disrespectful to refuse. I don't know how to thank you, fellow Taoist."
"Great! That's right." Bi Wu San Ren stroked his white beard with satisfaction and nodded with a smile: "Why thank you? I came to save you today, but who knows if you won't come to save me someday."
"Then don't waste time. If you wait for a moment longer, my power of heaven and earth will be reduced by one point." Biwu Sanren swung his whisk and shouted, "Daoyou, quickly open your spirit platform and gather your Nascent Soul, and experience the power of heaven and earth carefully."
Fang Zuo smiled and said, "Thank you very much, fellow Taoist."
He closed his eyes and said nothing.
Light gradually began to appear from the spiritual platform.
at the same time.
The Asura patterns all over his body lit up quietly.
A look of joy appeared on Biwu Sanren's old face.
Keep nodding.
It can be turned in an instant.
His expression turned from joy to horror.
His old eyes bulged out.
An old man with a big mouth.
Fang Zuo's sneering face was reflected in Biwu Sanren's pupils, with a hint of sarcasm at the corners of his mouth.
Then.
Biwu Sanren's body flew backwards with a bang and hit the stone wall of the cave hard.
Fell to the ground.
He leaned against the stone wall and looked down in disbelief.
His own stomach had been pierced by Fang Zuo's punch.
Empty.
Ugh! Bi Wu San Ren's throat bulged, he stroked his stomach, and vomited out a broken golden lotus.
He quickly grabbed the golden lotus and swallowed it back into his stomach.
He looked at Fang Zuo with vicious eyes.
The kind expression was long gone.
Only cruelty and hideousness remain.
"Ahhhhh!! You deserve to die!! You actually hurt my Pure Yang Golden Lotus, you deserve to die, you deserve to die, you deserve to die!" Bi Wu San Ren shouted viciously: "You little Nascent Soul, how dare you hurt me? You deserve to die!!!"
As he shouted, the wound on his stomach emitted a brilliant light.
Spider-like cracks began to appear throughout the cave, and it instantly shattered into stone pieces.
Everything disappeared.
Became a void.
There is no sun, moon, or stars.
Time and space are meaningless here.
The Asura patterns on Fang Zuo's body glowed brightly, and countless white auspicious clouds were entwined around his entire body.
Several large white auspicious clouds were flying at your feet.
He stood upright in the void.
There was still a sneer on his face.
And in the void opposite him.
An old face gradually emerged.
then.
The body slowly appears.
Biwu Sanren reappeared with a miserable look on his face.
The white beard on his chin was straggling, and the hollowness in his stomach had recovered.
He stared at Fang Zuo viciously, his face twisted, and whispered:
"How did you know that? I believe that I have been honest with you about everything since you entered the cave, and I have not shown any hostility towards you."
"Every word I said afterwards came from my heart."
"How did you figure that out at the last step?"
"I didn't notice that." Fang Zuo said lightly.
Bi Wu San Ren was stunned and said in disbelief: "Then why did you sneak attack me?"
"It's simple. I've been through a lot," Fang Zuo said expressionlessly, "so I never trust anyone easily."
"What's more, when I fell into your little world, you didn't let me out immediately. You were observing me."
"This alone is enough to make me extremely wary of you."
"Also, I never believed that there are such good people in this world."
Biwu Sanren opened his mouth wide, unable to believe the answer.
"Even if you don't believe me, just reject me. Why did you attack me?" Biwu Sanren shouted loudly.
"Because even though I don't believe you, I still have a glimmer of hope." Fang Zuo said, "I want to see what you want to do."
Bi Wu San Ren shook his head repeatedly: "Impossible, impossible! Before you attacked me, I didn't show any bad intentions, why did you attack before me?"
"This is a habit I developed in the past." Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows. "If something is slightly wrong, I would stab the other person with a knife first. But later I stopped using knives and used fists instead."
“What~~? You~~???” Biwu Sanren couldn’t believe this answer even more and didn’t know what to say.
After a long pause, he continued, "Aren't you afraid of hitting the wrong person?"
"I have a habit of apologizing very well." Fang Zuo said nonchalantly, "It's a mistake, it's his bad luck. I can apologize. A good person will definitely accept my apology."
"Of course. If he doesn't accept my apology, then it means I was right to beat him. I will continue to beat him until he accepts my apology."
"It's unreasonable. I don't understand what you're saying! How can there be a cultivator like you!" Bi Wu San Ren shouted angrily, "It's unreasonable. It's unreasonable. How can there be a person like you? It's totally unreasonable!"
"I also have a question for you." Fang Zuo said, "You don't seem to be good at fighting. You are indeed a [Peaceful Immortal] as you said. How could you have evil intentions towards me?"
"I think about it, and it seems that I haven't offended you in any way!"
"Because I'm afraid of death!! Because I don't want to die!" Bi Wu San Ren finally calmed down from his anger and looked at Fang Zuo coldly:
"I saw with my own eyes, my relatives, friends, brothers, my fellow Taoists, and descendants, all died in front of me!"
"Now, it's almost my turn. The longer I live, the more I fear death. I don't want to die!!"
"But now I can neither return to my original world to seek some opportunities, nor can I go anywhere else. Even if there are some Yang Gods like me, we can't do anything to each other. I can only hide in my own world for so many years."
"I've been waiting for a long time, but the people who came to my little world were just ordinary people. Finally, I've waited for you."
"Swallowing your spirit platform and chewing your Nascent Soul will at least allow me to live a little longer."
“That’s why I…”
As soon as he finished saying the word "just", Biwu Sanren's pupils suddenly contracted.
His face was full of disbelief.
Because a fist has already hit me.
Biwu Sanren's figure was about to disappear into the void.
But the other fist had already calculated and smashed into the void.
The void vibrates.
Countless cracks appeared and then recovered.
Biwu Sanren's soul was smashed so hard that golden light came out of his mouth, and his figure was revealed.
Rolling repeatedly in the void.
His white hair was disheveled.
The long white beard turned into fluorescence and fell into the void.
"As a Nascent Soul cultivator, do you still have some identity as a Nascent Soul cultivator? How dare you launch a sneak attack?" Bi Wu San Ren was furious.
The entire void felt his anger.
There was wind, rain, thunder and lightning everywhere.
Earth, water, fire and wind invade.
"Do you think I really want to ask you? Life and death are determined by means. Either I live or you die!" Fang Zuo succeeded in his attack, shook his body, and slowly extended his other two arms from his shoulders.
"Either I live or you die." Biwu Sanren was stunned when he heard this.
There seems to be some grammatical errors.
The more I thought about it, the more furious I became.
It seems that this guy has already regarded himself as a dead person.
“How bold and presumptuous! So presumptuous, you are just a tiny Nascent Soul, a tiny Yuan…” Biwu Sanren was stunned again as he spoke.
The tiny Nascent Soul body in front of him had grown to the size of a mountain in just these few words.
The four arms and legs swelled up like giant pillars supporting the sky.
His whole body was covered with broad and mysterious Taoist patterns, emitting a black light.
Like the white auspicious clouds of the sacred land of Yaochi, his body was vaguely covered.
Only a huge head stuck out of the clouds and looked at him coldly.
"Is this your physical body?"
"You actually want to achieve sanctification in the flesh?"
"What is this? Is it... Is it the Asura Dao pattern? How is it possible? The Asura clan was wiped out by the Heavenly Court a long time ago, and the remaining children were imprisoned in Mount Xumi. How could your body have the Asura Dao pattern?"
"No. No, that's not the auspicious cloud on you. It's the auspicious cloud of Acala. Acala's Dharmakaya has gone to a new place with Mahavairocana. How could it be here?"
"You are not an ordinary Nascent Soul. Who are you?"
Bi Wu San Ren was so shocked that he took several steps back and gritted his teeth: "But even so, you are just a Yuanying, you will never know the horror of Yang Shen, this is my world!!"
Biwu Sanren flicked his whisk, and thirty-six thousand pure yang talismans flowed around his body like stars.
His entire body grew even larger than Fang Zuo's mountain-like body of Asura Mingwang.
His pupils emitted a silver glow shaped like the sun and the moon.
Mysterious runes were spinning around him.
The blue-gray gale condensed into the image of the ancient Wind Lord.
He shouted: "Wind is coming!!"
There was a constant roar in the void.
There was a strong wind.
The nine-day strong winds condensed into materialized thousand-foot-long green glazed wind blades.
While dancing, he slashed at Fang Zuo's entire body.
Fang Zuo crossed his four arms to block, and the Asura Dao pattern emitted a black light and collided with the ten thousand foot long wind blade.
Boom boom boom!!
As the sounds continued, continuous void cracks burst out all around.
Countless broken star projections poured in from the cracks.
Fang Zuo was blown back a few steps by the wind blade, and his feet, which were stepping on the auspicious clouds, were plowed by the wind, leaving deep grooves that were visible to the bones.
“Thunder!”
Biwu Sanren roared again, and his whisk split the sky.
Behind him, there were countless real and unreal afterimages, and each afterimage had a ray of lightning at the fingertips.
Lightning condenses.
Three thousand thunder pools are hanging upside down.
Purple lightning and green thunder struck down from the void to form the Eight Desolate Dragon Snake Thunder Formation.
Every bolt of lightning is entangled with the cause and effect karma of the tribulation period.
They roared with their mouths wide open and fangs bared, and slashed towards Fang Zuo.
Fang tilted his head to the left and took the lightning strike, ignoring the various minor wounds on his body.
He ignored the golden blood flowing out of the wound.
The arms waved and grabbed around.
He held these lightning snakes in his hands with a grin.
Just like squeezing the gallbladder of a seven-inch snake, he dug out the core of the thundercloud, then opened his mouth wide and swallowed it.
"It's so enjoyable~~~so satisfying!!!" Fang Zuo laughed.
As he swallowed these thunder cores.
Thunder burst out from all the wounds, but was suppressed by the Asura Dao pattern.
The more painful it was, the stronger his will to fight became.
He strode towards Biwu Sanren.
"Rain fast!" Biwu Sanren gritted his teeth like a madman.
The weak water of the Milky Way flowed out from his sleeves, and every drop of rain was engraved with the inscription of the Great Dao.
The entire void was suddenly filled with bone-chilling cold rain.
Scarlet evil energy rose from the Asura pattern poured onto Fang Zuo's body.
"Hah!" Fang Zuo shouted loudly.
A huge auspicious cloud spewed out from its mouth, blocking the top of the head and resisting the bone-corrosive cold rain transformed from the weak water of the Milky Way.
He stomped his right foot into the air, the Nascent Soul in his body opened its eyes wide, and all the spiritual power in his body was unreserved.
A huge auspicious cloud carried him as he rushed towards the opponent rapidly.
"Denche!"
Bi Wu Sanren watched as the tiny Nascent Soul was still able to get close to him despite his repeated attempts.
His eyes emitted a white light of annihilation, and his original spirit condensed into a huge [Electric Killing Mace].
It was as if a giant hand was holding it, and with the force that could split the sky and the earth, it chopped towards Fang Zuo who was approaching.
Fang Zuo did not dodge or evade.
Let the [Electric Killing Mace] hit into his body.
"Not dead yet?" Bi Wu San Ren succeeded in his attack and shouted excitedly.
But Fang Zuo's body only took a few steps back.
The white auspicious cloud on his right foot pressed tightly against his heel.
A bloodthirsty grin appeared on Fang Zuo's face.
In the dissected body.
The [Electric Killing Mace] was clamped between his ribs.
The invisible hand tried to pull the [Electric Killing Mace], but was clamped by the ribs and could not move.
Fang Zuo's arms muscles tensed up and he pulled out the [Electric Killing Mace], and the Asura Dao pattern emitted a strong light.
The four arms forcibly created cracks in this electric and powerful treasure that was transformed from the original spirit.
"Who will die?" Fang Zuo grinned, grasped the left and right sides of the [Electric Kill Mace] with both hands, and slammed down hard.
at the same time.
Lift your right leg up to meet it.
All I heard was a loud noise in the void.
Countless cracks appeared.
This [Electric Killing Mace] broke into two pieces.
Fang Zuo held up the [Electric Killing Mace] in a mocking manner.
Just throw it back casually.
"The Yang God Realm is nothing more than this!"
Bi Wu San spat out a mouthful of golden blood from his mouth.
The broken and withered golden lotus was spit out again.
“Don’t be so arrogant! You are just a Yuanying! I will fight you to death!” Bi Wu San Ren held the golden lotus in his hand and shouted desperately: “The robbery begins!”
Light golden blood gushed out of his seven orifices.
Forcefully activate the four disasters of wind, rain, thunder and lightning to merge into one.
The golden lotus flew in the air and then scattered with a bang.
The entire void is filled with golden lotus petals.
The strong wind wrapped in the thunder and rain turned into a chaos axe shape.
The phantom of a ginseng fruit tree disappeared in the void.
The collapsed Dharma image was reorganized in the calamity cloud into a blood-red battle axe that seemed to be able to span thirty-three days, and it chopped towards Fang Zuo.
"Die!" Biwu Sanren shouted with laughter.
The handle of this gigantic axe was entangled with the karmic chain of forty-nine calamities, and when the axe fell, it dragged out the projection of a golden lotus.
He chopped towards Fang Zuo.
(End of this chapter)
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