Teachers become holy

Chapter 1055 Star Tomb [[-]]

As soon as he stepped into the Star Tomb, Wei Yang felt that his hands were empty. In addition to all kinds of tension in his heart, he also smiled bitterly. It seems that he really took it for granted. There must be a lot of mystery in this Star Tomb. Take control of what you do?
Originally, Wei Yang planned to use the power of the race's bloodline to cover Mengyaoqin's body, in order to blind the star tomb's teleportation array, so that Mengyaoqin could follow her side.

But at this moment, Wei Yang also knew that this was impossible, and even his disciples might not be able to meet him, everyone might be in such an independent space.

There is darkness all around, but this kind of darkness is not darkness at all to Wei Yang. Compared with the Nether Realm on the lower shelf, this kind of darkness can only be regarded as a pitch-black starry sky, and even the turbidity permeates the sky. The space is not as good.

Stepping forward step by step, the substantial darkness is like a bumpy surface, one step deeper and one step shallower, reminding Wei Yang that the road he has traveled in this life is also so bumpy.

Being in such a dark space, Wei Yang didn't feel panic at all. Instead, he couldn't help but recall the years since he traveled through Pangu Continent step by step.

There are sorrows and joys, there are injuries and pains, along the way, although it seems to be calm and calm, but under the calm and calm sea, there is a raging undercurrent. do.

Against the sky, almost fighting for life, racing against time, competing with life, what is it if it is not against the sky?Follow the sky, what you do on the road is nothing more than the rules. As long as you follow the rules of each world, fighting for your life is also what you do in the sky.

Rules, what are rules?In every step forward, Wei Yang began to dig himself, to realize the ultimate truth in his heart, and wanted to ask his heart, what is the purpose of this life?What kind of rules are the definition that restricts him.

Rules, for all the people on the way of cultivation, the strong are the rules, and the law of the jungle is the most correct rule in the process of cultivation.

As long as you are strong enough, you can change the rules. As long as you are strong enough and stand high on the top of the pyramid, you can make new rules. As long as you are strong enough, you can control the rules of one world and set the rules. The rules you specify are the same even for the great road.

There are great ways in the Pangu world, and there are great ways in the star fields outside of Pangu. Whether it is the Jiutang world or the Taoist world, they all have their own ways, but in Wei Yang's eyes, these ways still depend on the strongest person. The rules set by the strong, whether they are good or evil, are the way.

In the past, Wei Yang also thought so, as long as he is strong enough, he can make rules, which is the way.But as he walked step by step, it seemed that this kind of reasoning had collapsed in Wei Yang's mind.

Strong enough, is it really the rule?Is what you do is the right way?Didn't Zeng Jin, as a weak member, also look up at the sky, hoping that the Dao will be fair and upright, that they can tolerate these weak and weak, and not be bullied by those superiors?Don't be regarded as ants by those superiors?Not being used as pawns by those superiors?
And when one day they reached the peak of the Golden Pagoda and controlled the avenue of a world, aren't they heading in the direction they hate the most?avenue?What exactly is Dao?

Step by step, slower and slower, as Wei Yang became more and more confused, in the darkness, a faint will emanated from Wei Yang began to surround Wei Yang's body, and even a faint voice was telling him in his ears: The Dao, nothing more than Just break it with one punch?Whoever disrespects him will be killed, and whoever hates him will be beheaded.Only by doing so can he reach the Dao in his heart.

That's right, this kind of avenue is exactly the thought that grew in his heart after he set foot in the Jiutang world, and it is precisely because of this killing thought that he watched coldly, watching those creatures fight, watching the fall of those gods, watching those The battle of subordinates.

In the Pangu Continent, Wei Yang was also in the midst of a struggle, and he had to guard against the schemes of those superiors at all times. He was not fighting with gods and Buddhas all over the sky at all times, but at that time Wei Yang was fighting happily, The calculation is straightforward, and the killing is worthy.

Now, it seems that he is no different from those gods and Buddhas. Even Zhunti and Randeng, whom he regards as the most abominable, are the same as him now, the same indifference, the same ruthlessness, and the same selfishness.

It seems that relatives and friends are the most important thing, but it is different from the blood of others to forge the safety of relatives and friends. How is this different from the gods and Buddhas all over the sky?Isn't it all for the sake of one's relatives and friends, one's disciples?Maybe this is the avenue.

And just when Wei Yang seemed to agree with such a truth, another voice told Wei Yang: This is wrong, the strong must have the responsibility of the strong, and this heavy responsibility is to benefit the common people in the world. Even if you can't benefit the common people in the world, you must have no shame in your heart, walk an upright path, and would rather sacrifice yourself, so that you will have no shame in this life.

But for the benefit of the common people in the world, you have to sacrifice yourself. Wei Yang finds this kind of reasoning funny?Who can be so selfless?I'm afraid Mu Yao, who is ruthless and ruthless, can't do this.Unless that person has no relatives, no love, no love, no hatred, but is there such a person?no?

'boom'

Just as Wei Central Bank was walking in the darkness, circling in his heart, there was a sudden roaring sound in front of him, and he saw a skeleton full of blood red in front of him.Standing not far in front of him, with a broad sword in his hand, he looked coldly at the sky, as if he would rather die than bend down.

A few steps forward, came around the skeleton, before Wei Yang could do anything, the skeleton in front suddenly moved, no, to be precise, it should be a picture, which appeared in Wei Yang's mind.

A man in a scarlet battle robe, holding a broad giant sword in his hand, looked coldly at the primitive man with a hideous ghost face in front of him, dressed in animal skins, and riding a huge alien beast, fiercely Wield a sword.

A sword, like a beam of blood, quickly beheaded the group of primitive people, followed by countless primitive people rushing madly, in their eyes, there seemed to be no other emotions, only a strong Hatred, that is the hatred between life and death, the hatred that cannot be resolved.

"kill."

I don't know how many swords have passed, those primitive people are still rushing forward, people are constantly dying, and people are constantly rushing to kill, it seems that there will never be an end.

Killing, this is completely a one-man show of killing. The man in the bloody robe seemed unwilling to fight like this, but he still persisted. Even Wei Yang was curious about what it was, or what it was. What kind of person is he?Let him have such a firm belief that supports his ruthless killing.

(End of this chapter)