The Ultimate Sword Master

Big dream world.

At the gate of the Taoist temple, the old Taoist crossed his legs and read his story book leisurely, while the Confucian scholar cut down wood and collected materials to build his own cabin next to the Taoist temple.

Sudden.

The two of them seemed to have noticed something, their expressions froze, their expressions instantly became serious, and they all looked towards the sky.

"Do you feel it?"

The old man spoke softly, "That thing seems to... appear?"

"Is it an illusion?"

The Confucian scholar frowned and pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice: "After all, our Zhengshen has long since perished. With only the little strength left, it is really difficult..."

Talking and talking.

I couldn’t say any more.

"what to do?"

Sighing, he said slowly: "Do you want to destroy that thing now?"

"How to take action?"

The old Taoist said angrily: "It's just a wisp of qi. There are so many trillions of living beings outside? How can we accurately locate the location of this thing? You and I have long since perished, and with so little power left, even if we can barely find it , and are you absolutely sure that you can destroy it?”

"Moreover."

"Before he left, he also said that if this thing can kill one, another one will appear, or even ten, and it will be inexhaustible!"

The Confucian scholar was silent.

He also knew that what the old man said was true.

"You are familiar with him, but do you know where this thing came from?"

The old man said nothing.

There was a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

"then."

After a long while, he slowly said: "After killing those chosen ones, he had some speculations."

"What?"

"These things are probably... the manifestation of the remaining will of Him."

"What!"

The Confucian scholar's pupils shrank suddenly!

"No wonder."

He smiled bitterly and said, "If it had something to do with Him, you and I would not have been unjustly defeated."

The old man fell silent again.

"What's wrong?"

Having been neighbors for many years, Confucian scholars could clearly tell that the other party still had something to say.

"previously."

The old Taoist sighed, a little uninterested, "He said that he can actually wake up, but he just doesn't want to. I thought he was joking, but now it seems... not necessarily."

"Then, what to do?"

The Confucian scholar's voice was a little bitter.

"What to do, what to do!"

The old Taoist shook his head, "We both have been dead for so long, so what are we doing with this leisure time? You write your storybook, and I will guard my grave! If the sky falls, the taller person will hold it up!"

"he?"

"Otherwise, who else could it be?"

"Can't he stand it?"

"It's not a big problem."

The old Taoist thought for a while and said confidently: "He can't stand it, but his son can!"

"The one named Gu Han?"

"nonsense!"

"One thing to say."

The Confucian scholar sighed with emotion: "This man is really not a toy. He even plots against his own son. In fact, before he became enlightened, I could tell that this man was thick-faced, scheming, sinister and despicable..."

The old man didn't speak either.

I didn't know where I got a pen, and I wrote and drew on the cover page of the storybook.

"What are you doing?"

The Confucian scholar was a little curious.

"It's nothing."

The old Taoist said slowly: "Write down what you said, and let him see it when we have the opportunity to meet in the future."

"but!"

The Confucian scholar's face froze, he changed the subject, and said seriously: "Such a mind, courage, mind, vision... It is really much higher than me! Although I don't agree with it, I personally still admire it..."

The old man stopped writing immediately.

"I lied to you, so what are you doing seriously?"

A calm look on his face.

"you!"

The Confucian scholar's face turned red, "You shouldn't bully an honest person!"

"It doesn't matter whether you are honest or dishonest."

The old Taoist walked into the Taoist temple with his waist hunched over, and said quietly: "You keep saying that you hate him, but when you left such regrets and lingered on, why didn't you just help him at the critical moment?"

In situ.

The Confucian scholar remained silent for a long time.

"It's really not a thing!"

After a long time.

He chuckled softly, walked to the back of the Taoist temple, and kicked the old Taoist's new tomb down.

"It's really not a thing!"

Inside the Taoist temple.

The old Taoist laughed and cursed, laughing desolately and scolding happily.

…

It's quiet, empty, and boundless.

A starship passed quickly, and the fairy light on the starship was dim and beautiful.

Inside the cabin.

Luo Feng was still dressed in white, with Tao Yun flowing in his eyes. With a tap of his fingers, the chess pieces slowly floated up, turning into a magnificent star map of all things. The black and white in the star map were distinct, but they were vaguely connected. , seems to hide endless mysteries and mysteries.

aside.

Luo Youran yawned boredly.

Time flies.

Forty years have passed.

From the excitement and hope at the beginning, to the disappointment and loneliness later, and now to the complete despair, she no longer had any hope for becoming the king of the mountain.

He glanced at Luo Feng.

His eyes were full of contempt and disdain for the dog.

The opposite of her.

However, Tianjizi was dazzled by what he saw, with a look of shock on his face. He was addicted to it and couldn't extricate himself.

further away.

Immortal King Junyao looked at Luo Feng with complicated eyes, and there was a hint of awe deep in his eyes.

He has the highest level of cultivation.

He even witnessed Luo Feng’s growth with his own eyes.

Forty years.

Luo Feng spent his days playing chess and deducing this star map. He had never practiced for a moment, but his strength was steadily increasing every day. At this point... even this Immortal King, who was comparable to the peak of the Return to One Realm, could not see through it.

"Almost."

When the last chess piece fell into the star map, Luo Feng smiled, "The accumulation is enough."

After the words fell.

He pointed his finger.

The star map trembled slightly, and the black and white were no longer clear. They slowly merged, and the gray and vast Dao essence dissipated. As the star map slowly turned, it actually had some of the grand atmosphere of the beginning of chaos!

Boom!

In between Shu Er, the star map turned again, and the chaotic and primordial aura circulated, and it faintly turned into a face!

Ruthless and indifferent.

High above.

Looking down on all living things!

Tianjizi's pupils shrank, "This is..."

"Tsk!"

Luo Youran was as calm as before, glanced at Luo Feng with disdain, and muttered dozens of dog words in his heart.

"Emperor!"

Comparatively, the most shocked was Jun Yao, "This is...Emperor!"

As a former Immortal King.

He knew better than anyone the true identity of the face in front of him!

"Who is the Emperor?"

Luo Youran suddenly became interested, blinked, and asked curiously: "Is it powerful? More powerful than the mountain king?"

"..."

Jun Yao was speechless.

But he knew the position of Luo Youran in Luo Feng's heart, and he dared not disrespect him, so he could only patiently explain: "Emperor, ranked above the sky, in charge of the rotation of the avenue, looking down on all living beings in the world, he is...Immortal Emperor!"

"So powerful?"

Luo Youran was amazed.

"Of course!"

Jun Yao said proudly: "In the eyes of the Immortal Emperor, all living things in the world are ants..."

"Heh!"

Tian Jizi couldn't help but sneer: "What Immortal Emperor? It sounds good, but in essence, he is just a puppet of the Great Dao. Has he ever had any freedom?"