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Chapter 202 The Heaven and Earth Are Silent, Nothing and No Self (Part 1)
Looking at the dumbfounded look of the Poison God, and seeing Wan Jianyi's undiminished heroic demeanor even though he was old, Cang Song's mouth evoked a smile inexplicably.

God of Poison, God of Poison, what can you do if you are as careful as you want, only the head of the Huanyue Cave can enter, and only the senior brother of the head can take out Jade Immortals.

But Pindao never said that before the sect master brother left, he didn't take out Zhu Xian in advance and hid it in the mouth of Lingzun! "

Three days ago, Qingyun Tongtian Peak, the main hall.

"Brothers and sisters, if you have no objections, we will make a decision like this. After three days, one elder will be left to guard each peak, and the rest of the first elders will go to Tianyin Temple with me."

Above the high position, Daoxuan made a summary of this discussion.

However, just after he finished speaking, Zeng Shuchang, the head seat of Fenghui Peak, stood up and cupped his hands slightly towards Daoxuan.

"Brother sect master, with the advantage of Zhu Xian, I, Qingyun, can certainly deal with Tianyin Temple.

But since we want to attract the Poison God to attack Qingyun, if I go to Tianyin Temple, wouldn't it be in vain to hand over the defenseless sect to the Wandu Sect?

The seven elders can't stop so many masters from the Wandu Sect. "

Facing Zeng Shuchang's doubts, Daoxuan shook his head and chuckled.

"Senior brothers and sisters, I will naturally not rashly put Qingyun in danger. Since I have made this arrangement, I am completely sure."

As he spoke, Daoxuan raised his hand to draw back, and said, "You guys still remember this senior brother."

Following Daoxuan's words, everyone's eyes turned to behind him, and they saw a one-armed old man in blue walking out from the inner room of the hall.

The old man's face was old, but there was a restrained light in his eyes, which made people dare not look at him closely.

What made everyone even more puzzled was that there was something familiar about this person's face.

"Brother Wan Wan!"

Finally, an elder from Tongtian Peak tentatively called out Wan Jianyi's identity. Seeing Daoxuan and Wan Jianyi nodding at the same time, everyone was in an uproar again.

Although it is difficult to accept the fact that Wan Jianyi died and came back to life, after all, more than a hundred years have passed, and many people who were present at the time when Wan Jianyi was executed by the sect rules also had doubts.

Now Daoxuan personally acquitted Wan Jianyi, and the group of old antiques had all sat down, Daoxuan was the biggest here, so everyone quickly accepted that Wan Jianyi was not dead.

After accepting it, the chiefs and elders of Qingyun expressed their joy at having one more Daoist in the sect.

Afterwards, everyone staged a scene where Cangsong judged the teacher and the head of the sect personally hunted down and killed all the disciples of Qingyun.

After that, Daoxuan personally went to Huanyue Cave Mansion to take out Zhu Xian, and secretly hid it in Lingzun's mouth, setting up this big murderous situation.

They found Qi Hao again, explained the truth, and let him pretend to pass the information of Zongmen's arrangement to Cang Song.

Of course, except for Wan Jianyi and Zhu Xian.

Thinking about it now, the whole arrangement is interlocking and interlocking, directly cutting off the last retreat of the Poison God.

"run!"

Without the slightest hesitation, facing Wan Jianyi who was holding Zhu Xian, the Poison God turned and ran away.

While running, he yelled at the disciples of the sect to tell his subordinates to retreat.

At this moment, facing the power of Zhu Xian, the Poison God doesn't have any fighting spirit.

This meeting is just running one by one. Whether you can save your life or not depends on your luck.

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"I've come, do you still want to leave?"

Wan Jian laughed lightly, and recited the sword formula. On Tongtian Peak, there was a crimson light rising up. The ancient sword of Zhu Xian and the red light complemented each other, blooming a divine light like the morning sun.

Wan Jian held Zhu Xian with one hand, and pointed at the fleeing Poison Gods.

Thousands of sword qi fell, and all the disciples of the Wandu Sect, who were below Huashen, whether they were Zhuji, Jindan or Yuanying elders, were killed by this sword, turning into blood mist.

Killing millions of disciples of the Poison Sect with one blow, Wan Jian held Zhuxian in one hand, like the sickle of the God of Death, and slashed at the fleeing God of Poison with one blow.

In an instant, spiritual energy swarmed over, turned into a huge sword that held up to the sky, and slashed at the Poison God viciously.

This sword, in terms of power alone, is even greater than the power of the thousands of swords that wiped out hundreds of disciples of the Wandu sect.

This sword is even more terrifying than Daoxuan's sword to Zhang Xiaofan in the original book.

However, in the original book, Zhang Xiaofan had Bi Yao sacrifice his life to block the sword with an infatuation spell, but the Poison God didn't have a girl who loved him so much that he was willing to die for him.

"Oh!"

With one blow of the sword, the only Huashen Elder of Wandu Sect was directly crushed by the huge spiritual pressure.

"puff!"

When the sword fell, Ren Dushen condensed his whole body's true energy to resist, but the blood was still sprayed wildly from the beheading.

"Oh!"

Being severely wounded by Zhu Xian's sword, all the meridians in Poison God's body were wiped out, and cracks appeared on his body. He was not wiped out by this sword because of his good cultivation.

However, despite this, the Poison God who had already flown to the foot of Qingyun Mountain still had difficulty maintaining his figure, and fell directly from the sky, falling heavily on the ground.

"Zhu Xian. Wan. Jianyi"

Waiting for Wan Jianyi, who was dressed in green and stood in the air with Zhu Xian in his hand, the God of Poison called out these two names intermittently.

His tone was full of unwillingness and the helplessness of a hero's end.

Then, he spat out another mouthful of blood, tilted his head, and was silent again.

A generation of poisonous gods fell at the foot of Qingyun Mountain at the age of 540.

With Zhu Xian in hand, the two swords wiped out millions of invading enemies of the Poison Sect, and even caused the oldest and most senior Poison God in the Demon Sect to fall.

However, in Wan Jianyi's eyes, there was no joy at all.

Looking at the blood mist all over the sky and the torn corpse of the Poison God, Wan Jianyi couldn't help feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.

After hundreds of years of practice, it is still difficult to escape the fate of reincarnation.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, even a monk, even a strong man in the Dao, cannot escape this cycle of reincarnation.

Monk, what are you cultivating?
Longevity, does longevity really exist in this world?
Thinking of his already old face, he no longer has the high-spirited and magnificent arbitrariness of a hundred years ago.

Thinking of breaking through the Hedao Pass, he felt even more small. Looking at the infinity of the world, Wan Jianyi suddenly felt a sense of loneliness in all things.

"Buzz!"

As if feeling Wan Jianyi's state of mind that the world is still, nothing and no self, the Immortal Execution Sword held in Wan Jianyi's hand trembled slightly.

In the next moment, the blood mist that had not yet dissipated in the sky and the earth seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, and gathered towards Zhu Xian's place one after another.

The next moment, the blood essence of hundreds of monks was swallowed by Zhu Xian, and turned into the purest life force to replenish Ruwan Jianyi's body.

Under the stunned gaze of Elder Qingyun and his disciples below, Wan Jianyi's gray hair was dyed black again, and his old face regained its blood color.

In just a few breaths, the aged Wan Jianyi regained the peerless splendor of his heyday.

Flying in vain, holding Zhuxian in his hand.

At that moment, in a trance, Cangsong and the seven elders seemed to see that white-clothed fluttering man, one person with one sword, killing like a monster in the depths of the Devil's Sect's wilderness, leaving behind the "Wan Jian once arrived" in the Devil's Sect's main altar more than a hundred years ago. The humiliating handwriting of this visit', and the legend of drifting away.

At that moment, the heads and elders who had been over hundreds of years couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement in their hearts.

That Wan Jianyi from back then seemed to be back again!

puff!
A silent sound, as if a bubble had been punctured, echoed from the sky and the earth.

At that moment, everyone in Qingyun seemed to hear a certain voice singing, and it seemed that there was no sound in their ears.

At that moment, Wan Jianyi's aura seemed to have broken some kind of bottleneck, climbing up and up all the way.

For more than a hundred years, Wan Jianyi has always had an obsession in his heart, an obsession that he cannot let go of.

Same as Daoxuan, this obsession hindered him from moving forward.

Even though relying on his peerless posture, he broke through a way and successfully stepped into the Hedao realm, but for decades, the realm was trapped in the early stage of Hedao, but it was difficult to break through the barriers.

Zhu Xian.

With Zhu Xian, Qingyun was made and Qingyun was restrained.

Every generation of Qingyun's head, once Zhuxian is used, will surely fall into ominous situation for ten thousand years.

If you don't use Qingyun, you won't be able to maintain Qingyun's position as the number one sect in the world.

It seems that the entire Qingyun, since Patriarch Qingye, has been trapped in this endless cycle of curses.

Join hands with Daoxuan to personally kill Wan Jianyi who was trapped in a demonic barrier by Zhu Xian's hostile energy, but he still can't see through this layer of confusion.

As a result, his cultivation base is always stuck in the early stage of the Dao, and it is difficult to save it.

And right now, just now.

At that moment, the emotion in his heart, the feeling that everything is within reach and nothing is selfless, made him almost melt away.

However, at the last moment, Zhu Xian's shriek made him break away from the state of being about to transform into a Tao, and also successfully broke the demon barrier in his heart.

Power exists in one heart, if you use it rightly, you will be right, and if you use it wrongly, you will be evil.

2000 years ago, Patriarch Qingye was able to control Zhuxian, and he was able to kill Zhuxian so that no one in the world would dare to rebel against Qingyun.

Now, why can't Wan Jianyi do it?
There is no way in the world, and a way has been stepped out by the previous life.

Today, the predecessors have gone farther, with the shadow of the predecessors, why can't he go higher?

Zhu Xian robbery?Longevity?
Once the demonic barrier was gone, the bottleneck that had plagued Wan Jianyi for decades broke through instantly.

Cultivation climbed all the way until reaching the peak of He Dao.

This is due to the fact that he was trapped in the early decades of the Dao and was unable to advance an inch and laid a deep foundation. It is also because he almost disappeared from the world and disappeared from the world. In it, I saw the help of the cause of the corner of the world.

There are many divergent roads in practice, and when there are thousands of people's roads to learn from, you can still know how to take the next step.

And when a person has reached the pinnacle of his own world, and there is no way forward to learn from, there are infinite obstacles at every step.

Every foot is a new life.

Step right, it is an evolution, a detachment.

If you make a mistake, you will be lost forever!

Cultivation has always been a matter of going against the sky and facing danger every step of the way.

Break through the bottleneck in one step and reach the peak of Hedao.

Holding the Zhuxian sword again, Wan Jianyi even faintly felt the joy of Zhuxian in his hand.

It seems that only after reaching such a state, is it worthy of holding Zhu Xian, and truly displaying the power of Zhu Xian, so as not to be controlled by Zhu Xian's hostility.

Knowing that he has reached the limit that his predecessors have gone through, Wan Jianyi is not at all confused because there is no way forward.

Holding Zhu Xian in his hand, Wan Jian turned his head, looked far away, and looked at
Tianyin Temple, where the war is still breaking out.

(End of this chapter)