Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 389: Master Yun, the Heavenly Tribulation Hand, dares to ask if the Immortal will meet!
The Master's aura was so deep and heavy that it suffocated everyone in the audience.

The carriage and horses behind him had been crushed into pieces, and the chestnut horse lay in a pool of blood under the pressure of the breath.

The magician gritted his teeth and held on, his face oozing with demonic energy and blood, making him look hideous and terrifying.

Lian Chi's cultivation level fell below the eighth realm. His face was ashen and he was barely breathing, like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.

One of the master's arms exploded and both legs were lost. Only his upper body and left arm remained. He crawled on the ground, unable to move.

Only Lu Hua took off her white gauze hat after Lu Chen's projection appeared, revealing a beautiful face.

Her three thousand strands of black hair fluttered behind her head, her skin was as white as jade, and she had a pair of eyes as clear as autumn water. She was like a fairy in a painting. Only the two shallow dimples on her face made her look more childish and cute.

The Three Truths and Ten Thousand Methods in Lu Hua's hand glowed with light as Lu Chen appeared behind her, protecting her body and preventing her from being as embarrassed as the magician and others.

The Master looked at Lu Chen with a cold gaze.

"Even if three thousand years had passed, your strength would probably only be one tenth of what it was!"

Lu Chen's projection nodded slightly, his voice distant and indifferent: "Indeed, the price is too high."

"However, this era is not peaceful. I still have a good reputation, so I can borrow some of it."

Between Lu Chen's hands, a stream of red clouds emerged, just like the gorgeous and mysterious red clouds when the sun sets in the sky.

Suddenly!
An invisible and elusive aura surged in from all directions, as if all the endless power between heaven and earth was converging here.

Lu Hua felt something in his heart, and he quickly made hand gestures, and two ancient characters "壬" appeared in his eyes.

She used the Taoist technique of looking at qi and searching the house, her eyes piercing through the vast night sky, looking directly at the luck that was surging like a red refining liquid.

Especially in the west and the north, the good fortune is like a pillar, reaching straight into the sky.

"This is……"

Lu Hua muttered to himself, runes flowing in his eyes, gradually changing from the character "壬" to the complex character "籌".

She finally realized that the destiny was also in Bian Jing - the Temple of Prince Yan.

The curling incense from Mount Zhongnan, the faith of the people in the north, and even the hearts of the people of the Sui Dynasty... These fortunes that carry the reputation of Patriarch Lu Chen are like rivers flowing into the sea, flowing in continuously.

In this rolling fortune, there is also a lot of calamity mixed in.

The resentment of hundreds of thousands of refugees on the Jingshi Road, the violence of the rampant demons on the Jiannan Road, the flames of uprisings in various places...all these disasters and fortunes are intertwined together, as if all the positive and negative forces between heaven and earth have gathered here at this moment.

Lu Hua's eyes were filled with astonishment, and his heart was like a raging storm.

This method of borrowing good luck and calamity energy is exactly the long-lost unique skill of the Three True One Sect - Refining the Heavenly Tribulation Hand!
This technique was created by the founder Lu Chen. It uses the luck of heaven and earth as a guide and the energy of calamity as a force. It refines the power of heaven and earth and uses it for my own benefit. Its power is unpredictable.

She had never expected that after three thousand years, she would be able to witness this legendary supreme skill with her own eyes!

Lu Chen's hands were surrounded by red clouds, and luck and calamity were flowing around his body.

The magician's pupils flashed with dark green phosphorescent fire, and nine streams of magic energy gushed out of his seven orifices like tumbling black dragons. This was the magic sect's secret "Nine Netherworld Exploration Magic".

He looked up at the sky, his eyes full of disbelief.

He clearly saw the two energies of "calamity" and "luck" transforming into three thousand golden threads, which were being pulled by the red clouds in Lu Chen's hand to weave into a heavenly net.

He murmured in a low voice, with a bit of shock and confusion in his tone:
“Stealing the destiny of heaven and earth and seizing the key to the universe… Is this the great master of that generation?”

He shook his head, as if he could hardly accept this fact: "Impossible... In the era when spiritual energy had just revived, the method of cultivating the Yuanshen had not yet been born in the Taoist and Demonic sects. The Grandmaster of that generation could never have such strength."

"How could such a person appear in the Daoyun Era!"

The shock on the magician's face became more and more intense, as if he had seen something that subverted his cognition.

He whispered to himself, with a bit of awe in his tone: "Unless... Lu Chen, Lu Yu, Huang Dao and others have already surpassed their peers and truly reached the pinnacle of this world."

Although the Master's face was full of sarcasm, he seemed to be disdainful of the sudden appearance of the Three True Masters.

However, ever since Lu Chen showed up, the Master has already used the true root method.

When he was fighting against the Demon Master, Lu Chen and the other two, although he seemed to be strolling leisurely, he never showed his true strength.

In the Master's heart, he had absolutely no intention of looking down on Lu Chen.

Above the sky of Bianjing, the clouds were as dark as ink and the red clouds were rolling.

Ordinary people cannot see it, and only those with profound cultivation can glimpse the danger - the red clouds are clearly the strange phenomenon that occurs when the luck of heaven and earth is forcibly drained away!

Lu Chen gently moved his hands, and suddenly a giant red hand seemed to emerge from the depths of the calamity cloud.

The blue bricks under the Master's feet shattered into pieces. The Bodhi tree behind him grew wildly to two meters, covered with countless golden Sanskrit characters, and thirty-six thousand leaves among its branches and leaves simultaneously emitted Buddhist light.

A lost martial art emerges on each leaf: there is the magic sect's "Blood River Erosion Bone Art", the Taoist "Dahuangting", and even the true interpretation of the Confucian "Song of Great Righteousness"!

"boom!"

The moment the roots of the Bodhi tree penetrated into the earth's veins, the banks of the flood control area trembled and the icy cold river water began to boil.

The magician and others could no longer hold on, and blood gushed out of their seven orifices.

The string of the Buddhist beads in Master Lianchi's arms broke, and the beads rolled to the ground, with cracks appearing on each bead.

"Can you withstand this 1,900 years of cultivation?"

Lu Hua was tactful enough to hide behind Lu Chen's shadow. He was not pressured by him and looked expectantly at this ancestor who had a great reputation for three thousand years.

Lu Chen smiled slightly.

“You won’t know unless you try!”

Lu Chen looked at the huge cauldron in the sky, which seemed more and more unreal.

"pity."

Lu Chen's voice carried the vicissitudes of time and space, "You can only attack once."

In the distance, the shadow of Mount Zhongnan began to blur.

The magician and others were shocked to find that Lu Chen's figure was gradually fading away, like a sand painting washed away by the long river of time.

To manifest one's holiness across three thousand years is an act that defies heaven.

If you want to live forever in this world, even the laws of nature will not allow it.

The sky above Bianjing was covered with calamity clouds, which piled up layer by layer like ink, as if being stirred by an invisible hand.

But from the depths of the clouds, a huge world of red clouds emerged.

The four fingers of this giant hand seem to be illusory and vague, and only the middle finger is as solid as red clouds. The lines on the knuckles are clearly visible, like a river rushing in a ravine.

What was even more shocking was that a map of the world's territory actually emerged between the palm lines. In the map, there were shadowy figures, the wailing of hundreds of thousands of people, and the murderous aura on the battlefield that soared into the sky.

Before the giant finger fell, its pressure had already enveloped the entire world.

The power to control the water rolled back and condensed into a steaming water curtain in mid-air.

"boom!"

The moment the giant finger pressed down, the surroundings collapsed.

There is only one finger between heaven and earth.

This finger seemed to crush the mountains and rivers and restore the world!
The Master's Bodhi tree collapsed into pieces under this force, and the 36,000 sutra leaves among the branches and leaves turned into powder.

The giant finger even pierced through the riverbed of the flood control system, leaving behind a bottomless pit into which cold flooded water.

The Master's figure was submerged by the giant finger, and his life or death was uncertain.

The magician opened his lips slightly when he saw this. Is this something human can do?

The three thousand methods that the Master used from the "Sutra of Wisdom of the Origin of All Dharmas" were crushed into pieces without even the power to resist.

This kind of martial arts is truly astonishing!
The master bit his tongue and took his last breath. Not daring to be careless, he used his Spring and Autumn brush and sword energy to control the turbid waves in the pit.

A broken body floated up from the waves, its head had been crushed into pulp, and only half of its Confucian robe was vaguely recognizable, with no sign of life at all.

The Master is dead!
The master's face was full of disbelief, but he couldn't imagine who could escape from the "Heaven-Cutting Finger" he just did.

Master Lianchi looked up at the sky, and the blue glazed magic circle shattered like thin ice.

The God-Shocking Formation disappeared.

The old monk put his hands together and said slowly, with a trace of compassion in his eyes, "All phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows. Like dew and lightning, you should view them in this way."

His skinny fingers twirled the mantra for rebirth. "The mind is like a lotus that does not touch the water, and like the sun and the moon that do not stay in the sky."

The sound of Buddha is lingering!
The magician, the master, and Lu Hua stood in silence. The thick fog on the river bank dissipated, and the moonlight poured down like silver. On the riverbed of the water control project, a huge deep pit was filled with turbid river water, and a broken corpse floated on the water.

The four of them breathed a sigh of relief, it was all over!
At this time, a gentle voice came from behind.

"Master Lu, goodbye!"

Lu Hua quickly turned around, only to see that the shadow of Mount Zhongnan had gradually dissipated.

Lu Chen's figure turned into starlight, and only the faint smile on the corner of his mouth eventually disappeared with the wind.

"Master Lu Chen, I want to ask another question..."

A voice sounded beside her ear, saying lightly.

"This world is also a chance to ascend."

Lu Hua's eyes were burning and he bowed.

"Farewell, Master!"

When Yu Ke saw this, he felt that with the death of his master, the shackles on his body were no longer binding.

It is entirely possible to end [personal participation].

Seeing this, Yu Ke did not hesitate. It was time to end this most "thrilling" personal participation.

The cauldron in the sea of ​​heart struck again.

Yu Ke's mind detached from Xie Guan, and an indescribable force enveloped him.

Yu Ke opened his eyes again in a state of chaos and haziness.

Not in the Shenxiao Sect.

Instead, it was the "Mt. Zhongnan" that appeared in the memory of the first life.

Tomb of the Living Dead in Zhongnan Mountain!
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Zhongnan Mountain.

Xie Mu looked at the bronze tripod that was gradually disappearing, and the pressure on him also disappeared.

"Brother Mu, was that... a tripod?"

The woman in the green dress rubbed her dizzy forehead, her eyes full of confusion.

Xie Mu recalled the record about the origin of heaven and earth in "Heavenly Demon Strategy": the eternal heaven and earth was either a cave paradise or a huge tripod.

Could it be that... the legend is actually true?
His gaze passed over the woman and looked at a middle-aged figure standing with his hands behind his back as the Seven Masters of Zhongnan hurriedly walked towards the Tomb of the Living Dead.

The Seven Sons of Zhongnan couldn't help but ask.

"Uncle Master, what just happened? Is it the reappearance of the Ascension Platform from a year ago?"

Yang Su noticed that the middle-aged man seemed to have a trace of fatigue on his face, and asked with concern:
"Uncle, are you okay?"

There was a look of worry on everyone's face. Now it has been nearly a year since Master Lu Yu ascended to heaven.

"It doesn't matter."

Only then did everyone feel relieved.

Xie Mu took a step forward and bowed respectfully: "Xie Mu, I meet Master Lu."

After hearing this, Lu Chen slowly turned around, put his hands in his sleeves, and the Seven Masters of Zhongnan stood solemnly behind him.

Only a pair of bright eyes looked at me.

Although there was no outward pressure, Xie Mu felt an invisible oppression and his heart tightened.

He smiled bitterly in his heart, thinking that after going through the ups and downs of the martial arts world with the magic master Huang Dao, he had already become indifferent to worldly affairs.

After going through a half-year-long hunt, his mood had long since calmed down.

Now, facing the King of Yan, he is still as nervous as the young man who first entered the world of martial arts.

The woman in green skirt hid behind Xie Mu, at a loss as to what to do and feeling very uncomfortable. She didn't even have the courage to look up.

Xie Mu clasped his fists and saluted, "Xie Mu came here today to ask Master Lu a question."

Lu Chen chuckled, "You came here, don't you already have the answer in your heart?"

His eyes were deep, as if he was looking directly into Xie Mu's heart.

"Didn't you come here with him back then? Let's revisit the old place today."

"Whether it is a demon or not, whether it is righteous or not, it all depends on your thoughts. Why ask me?"

Xie Mu's pupils shrank slightly, and then he smiled with relief, "Xie Mu understands, thank you Master Lu for your guidance."

He bowed, turned around and left without any hesitation.

The woman in the green dress also bowed her head to Lu Chen, trotted to catch up with Xie Mu, and asked in a low voice.

"Brother Mu, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand a word of it?"

"Also, where are we going now?"

Xie Mu's eyes sparkled, and a heroic spirit suddenly rose in his chest: "Go to the Demon Sect."

"Demon Sect?" the woman exclaimed, "Aren't we running for our lives? Isn't this walking into a trap?"

Xie Mu laughed loudly, his voice shaking the forest and mountains, "I want to be the leader of the Demon Sect!"

The woman in the green dress was slightly startled, and then her eyes lit up: "Brother Mu is the disciple of the magic master, and he is also in charge of the "Heavenly Demon Strategy". Who else can be the leader of the Demon Sect but you?"

Xie Mu laughed loudly and went down the mountain with the woman.

The mountain breeze blew past, blowing up his clothes, making him look just like the magician Huang Dao when he first entered the martial arts world.

Yang Su looked at the two people's backs as they walked away, shook his head and chuckled: "I'm afraid this world will lose a young hero Mu and gain a magician."

The Seven Masters of Zhongnan smiled at each other and then dispersed.

Clouds and mist gradually rose in the mountains, covering the Tomb of the Living Dead.

Lu Chen put his hands in his sleeves, and the moment he stepped into the Tomb of the Living Dead, his black hair turned white.

The bronze lamps on both sides of the tomb passage flickered, reflecting his rapidly aging face.

In a twinkling!
He has changed from a middle-aged man to a white-haired old man.

He walked into the quiet room, sat on the cushion, and lowered his eyes, as if he saw a human figure in the void of the quiet room.

Lu Chen's fingers slowly carved the words on the blue bricks under the futon, and each stroke seemed vigorous and powerful:

"I would like to ask the immortals in heaven, can I, Lu Chen, live a wonderful life?"

Lu Chen smiled on his old face, "Refine all the Yin dregs in the spirit and achieve the infinite pure Yang!"

"We'll meet!"

Before he finished speaking, golden light suddenly appeared around his body.

The light did not come from the outside world, but came through every inch of his skin, as if there was a rising sun hidden inside his body.

The whole body was shrouded in a faint golden halo, as if it had merged into one with the heaven and earth.

The divine consciousness is like a knife, peeling away the haze and distracting thoughts deep in the sea of ​​consciousness inch by inch. Every trace of dark impurities is refined, and a wisp of pure yang energy is added to the body.

Gradually, his breath became purer, like a rising sun, shining brightly in all directions.

Finally it fades away!
Lu Chen has no chance of survival!
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Yu Ke looked at the words Lu Chen had carved on the blue bricks without saying a word.

"I would like to ask the immortals in heaven, can I, Lu Chen, live a wonderful life?"

(End of this chapter)