What is the most powerful thing in this world?

Is it power, power, or wisdom?

Intelligence, intelligence and power are invincible in the world. But Zhuge Liang, who is very wise and close to monsters, ended up in depression in front of the eternal light.

Is his wisdom not high? Is his power not strong?

Wrong! His life is over, but everything shouldn't have ended here! His depression is not because of insufficient intelligence, but because of loss of faith!

As long as the faith remains, the soul is destroyed and I am not destroyed, and the seven souls are dispersed but I am not dispersed!

For the gods, the most powerful is faith! For the saints, the most powerful is the way of heaven! For the transcendent, the most powerful is faith!

You have all kinds of power, you have infinite faith, you control endless rules, and you have a country that is perfectly approaching the world.

But you are the most powerful, and you will only become the God King, the King of God King, the Supreme of All Saints, and the invincible world, but this cannot be transcended!

For transcendents, the most powerful thing is not the absolute calm reason like a saint, nor the rules that are absolutely controlled like a god king, but the trace of obsession that even a saint or a god king is approaching madness!

For some reason, in the final collision and fierce battle, Chu Xiang suddenly had such an enlightenment in his heart.

"So, what I got is not less than that of the original one."

Those millions of failures were just laying the foundation for the last success.

Even if the hope of transcendence is almost absolutely rational, it will only increase one-million-million chance to succeed at a level that is completely impossible.

In his eyes, the purple light was flourishing, and Chu Xiang's body hidden in the sword light suddenly solidified and moved slightly downward.

It was this movement of the blessing of the soul, and the sword that was supposed to penetrate the purple palace of my body flew past me close to my ears.

Sword vortex and sword rainbow intertwined.

Chu Xiang's face was calm and he appeared ten miles away. Dugu Qiubai looked at the repaired sword in his hand in shock, looked back at Chu Xiang, who was unscathed, and fell down with a smile.

There is a hole in the middle of the eyebrows. In the hole, the five-color red, white, blue, and yellow glows scattered. The pieces withered under the body are the petals of the green lotus...

Recalling the last moment of enlightenment in my mind, Dugu Qiubai closed his eyes with satisfaction, and a tear was in the corner of his eyes, which was happiness...

That sword was the pinnacle of his life. Under the guidance of inexplicable voice, he and Chu Xiang entered a state that was almost like Tao and almost Zen. That level was the legendary perfect control, with rationality and madness coexisting, correctness and enterprising.

That kind of spiritual torrent that burst out in an instant completely controlled the power that could only be very controlled!

The perfect control of power and the absolute control of energy are indescribable.

It was like two Navy SEALs, who suddenly had consciousness synchronized with the most advanced terminator, and the guns in their hands became part of their bodies.

It was like two thugs who were cutting each other with kitchen knives and suddenly became the most powerful swordsman. They were originally slashing each other with one knife, but they might be seriously injured. At this moment, they must have only one to die together.

Almost at the moment when the will erupted, both of them predicted the same end, but no one retreated because retreating was also death.

Dugu Qiubai didn't understand why he was completely defeated when he was promoted to that level.

But this is no longer important. What is important is that he can finally call Dugu Sheng back...

Boom!

This shaking space collapsed.

Chu Xiang's figure gradually faded away in the darkness, and Dugu Qiubai was swallowed by the power of space.

This will be the grandest and most perfect funeral.

............

The realm of the world, within the land of Mount Lu.

The earth moves and the mountains shake, and the long river flows backwards.

The cave where Dugu Qiubai lived began to collapse.

In the cave, the mountain and water screen separated from the inside and outside burned independently and turned into ashes.

A white figure flashed and disappeared.

............

Thin concentration of spiritual energy, withered sycamore maple trees.

The "original deity" suddenly appeared in a desolate field.

The environment here is a disaster for cultivators.

In such a harsh place, the energy is as thin as water, and it is hard to believe that there are even practitioners who can produce golden elixirs.

But, not far from me, the person walking towards me was a Jindan master.

It was a sloppy old man with a shriveled bag on his shoulder and a long banner in his hand, "The great immortal is reincarnated and cures all diseases."

If the old man hadn't had a little bit of Taoist bone fairy style under his greasy face, I'm afraid that anyone would kick him over when he saw him.

But the deity did not kick or mock him, because he clearly felt that the old man was a master of the Dan Movement Stage, with a half-step soul.

Besides, he has no so-called discrimination or irony.

I glanced at the old man, ignored it, and walked directly to a large manor that was visible in front of me.

The house with the plaque engraved "Qinzhuang" was his goal.

But I didn't want to pay attention to the old man, but the old man came spontaneously.

"Huh? This little guy is a kind face, but I don't know that he is an acquaintance of the old Taoist. The old Taoist has been a little embarrassed recently, so it's better to make a mistake for the little one. If the calculation is accurate, I will give some money at will, how about it?"

I stopped and looked at the old Taoist who was walking towards him with one step and three waves. A golden light flashed in his eyes, like a thorn.

But when the old Taoist paused, he immediately walked over as if nothing had happened.

"good."

The old Taoist walked to the Lord, looked at him suspiciously, and circled around from time to time, just like watching a monkey in a zoo.

But I was neither annoyed nor angry, and looked like a zombie.

The old Taoist nodded sometimes, sometimes shook his head, grabbed a full and messy hair, walked six feet away in front of Chu Xiang, and asked tentatively, "Small, can you be named Chu?"

I looked at the old Taoist trunkly, like a dead corpse, looking at another dead corpse, and that expression was terrifying.

"No, tell the fortune."

When I have no interest in strangers, I always talk very little.

In fact, except for "self", everything else is "strange" in the heart of the deity.

The old Taoist gritted his teeth and hugged his fists at the Lord.

I saw him stepping out a horizontal banner, with a pair of brackets in the center of each side, and the banner faced the sky, immediately becoming a simple table.

"I don't know what I want to count as a young man? I can calculate it accurately, but I have to leave more rewards for the old Taoist priests."

When the old Taoist priest sat down emptyly, it seemed that there was a stool under his crotch, and his body was stable.

"casual."

My deity's attitude is still cold, which makes people feel cold.

"Then I'll look at my face for the sake of my eyes."

The old Taoist priest shook his head. It was not that he really looked at the original hexagram, but that the original deity looked too similar to his old friend, but that it was more perfect and more cruel.

Besides, the place where the deity intends to go is exactly where he came, and there is also an old acquaintance that he had to protect.

But my deity's attitude really cannot make people reconcile.

If the old Taoist hadn't really seen through his own cultivation, he was afraid that he would have put the greasy and black big handprints over and wiped the white clothes that were so white that it was jealous.

This is also one of his usual methods of calling out...

The old Taoist calmed down and looked up at his face.

He deliberately ignored the rigid lines and then partially vilified them. The appearance of the deity gradually overlapped with an old friend in the old man's heart.

Suddenly, the old man found himself in a dark silence. He was shocked and immediately grabbed his heart.

To outsiders, the old fortune teller, who was suspected to be a liar in the world, was squatting, his face was red, as if he was squatting.

Standing on the other side of the "gua stall" in front of the old man was a handsome man in white with a cold and hard face that was not at all emotionally volatile.

If the man hadn't had the stiff expression, he looked too much like a legendary zombie, and he would have thought that he would have caught all the eyes of the opposite sex in the world and attracted him.

He is really perfect, not bad, it is perfect. It seems that this word exists for him.

"I've finished reading."

My indifferent voice suddenly appeared in the old Taoist ears.

The old Taoist was shocked, his face was as if it was burning, and it was as if it was soaked in ice water, which turned white.

With a "plop", the old Taoist fell to the ground, and he started to hum.

"You can't see, you can't see. You can't see this little face! You're going to be a taboo when you look, and you're going to be a taboo when you look! The old Taoist is going to die! The old Taoist is still a serious boy, and he hasn't even asked for his wife yet! He's going to die! He's going to die now!"

I ignored the old Taoist priests who were making trouble there and waved their sleeves to smash a large ingot of gold that was 100 taels. If you look closely, it is not difficult to find that the gold ingot seems to be a little different from the currency circulating between the world, and the flowing texture seems to have spirituality.

This is actually a treasure refining material that experts in the cultivation world dream of - the Golden Essence Essence!
To be continued...