The Word of Heaven

Chapter 283 See You in Heaven and Earth

Chapter 283 See You in Heaven and Earth
The Lord of the Sky is one of the most remarkable practitioners in the world. He had entered the realm of immortality a hundred years ago and once fought with the Demon Lord on Xuandu. The Sky Patrol Division he founded the next day defined new rules for the entire practice that had not been seen for a thousand years.

Such a person is certainly worthy of everyone's respect.

Therefore, even though many people do not like his choices on certain matters, his decisions at certain times, and his usual style of doing things, and even have opinions about it, they still have a very high opinion of the Master Si in their hearts. No one dares to have the slightest contempt for him, because he has proved his strength in the past hundred years.

However, today, people heard the word "fart" in the sound of the sword.

And Gu Zhuo couldn't even utter these two words.

This is undoubtedly the greatest contempt.

The night wind blew gently along the long street, blowing up the gray robe.

Many people thought they would see the Master lose his composure, but what they saw was only an indifferent face.

The boss said, "If you like watching me fart, then I can keep farting, no matter how many times, and it doesn't matter if I take off my pants before farting, as long as you enjoy watching and don't leave Cangzhou."

When he said this, his tone was so nonchalant, as if he was saying that cooking does require salt to taste good.

No one expected that the Master could be so calm.

Or rather, it's so shameless.

This is really powerful.

Just at this moment, Nan Zong's voice rang out.

"Is there really no one who will stand by him today?"

The head of the department looked at Gu Zhuo who was sitting on the high building and replied calmly, "Yes."

Nan Zong asked, "Taoism?"

Perhaps in order to convince the world, the Master showed unusual patience on this issue.

He said: "The master is dead and cannot be resurrected."

Someone asked again: "How is Xuandu?"

The director said calmly: "This is the first thing I consider."

The man understood the meaning of the words and remained silent.

No one can come to Xuandu.

Qingjingguan is too busy to take care of itself.

With such a large sect, who can we rely on now?
Taishi Palace seems to be as famous as Qingjing Temple, but the most remarkable person among them is only at the level of enlightenment, which is not enough to shake or change the current situation.

Who can we rely on now?
If the abbot had not died, the incident in Weiyang Palace had not happened, and the immortals were still alive, perhaps the situation tonight would be completely different?
All those who were qualified to stand by Gu Zhuo's side had died at the hands of the White Emperor.

Yes, the whole world knew that the White Emperor must be seriously injured.

But no one can deny that this was also the most powerful moment in his life.

The predecessors are gone, and the latter have not yet arrived.

Who can stand shoulder to shoulder with the White Emperor?

Who can stand opposite him?
The answer is no.

Cangzhou was dead silent.

People looked at the lonely figure and saw desolation in it. They saw the scene a hundred years ago when the Tiandao Sect was defeated by Xuandu and the Taoism came to a sad end.

The story repeats itself, and it happened again yesterday.

Suddenly, the sound of a piano was heard faintly in the city.

The sound of the piano is somewhat sad.

But it is not sympathy, nor pity, it is just emotion.

It is a pity that no matter how great a person is, there will always be a day when he will reach the end of his rope.

People fell silent and gradually forgot themselves in the sound of the piano.

Many people began to mourn the death of the Demon Lord in advance, because no one could think of a way to break this deadlock, but they forgot that Gu Zhuo was still safe and sound at the moment, and even defeated the nominal national master with a single sword not long ago.

In that mansion.

Wang Mo felt sad when he heard the sound of the piano, and his heart was filled with thousands of worries.

He looked at his unmoved master and subconsciously asked, "Why are you..."

He stopped talking midway, he didn't know how to describe this inexplicably strong emotion, let alone ask a question about it.

Zhao Qi understood what he was thinking and said indifferently, "Because these are the feelings that the Master wants you to have."

Wang Mo was stunned.

Zhao Qi sighed with emotion and said, "It's really a scheming scheme."

……

In Cangzhou city, under a roof.

Qing Xiaoyue and Qiuzhi were sitting in front of someone else's door, chatting in low voices.

"What should we do now?"

Qiuzhi was very anxious: "The atmosphere has become so tense. Even if someone wanted to stand up before, they can't do it now!"

Qing Xiaoyue said: "So I have never denied the power of the Lord."

Hearing this, Qiuzhi felt helpless and thought, is now the time to admire others?

He kept playing with his hair with his hands, his eyes rolling, and asked in a low voice: "How about I try to stand out?"

Qing Xiaoyue glanced at him.

Qiuzhi was anxious and said, "I'm not kidding you. Who knows, if I yell a few times with my blood boiling, someone might actually stand up with me?"

Qing Xiaoyue asked expressionlessly: "Do you expect others to die with you?"

Qiuzhi opened his eyes wide and said, "Didn't someone from the Tianming Sect come?"

Qing Xiaoyue said: "They are just a bunch of losers who are being suppressed by Pei Jinge and me. If you expect them to stand up before the situation turns around, I can only think that you don't take my words to heart at all."

Qiuzhi was speechless. After a moment of silence, he asked, "What should we do now? You and I have come here together, so we can't come here for nothing, right?"

Qing Xiaoyue finally couldn't help it and said, "Do you think the Taoist master is an idiot?"

"No." Qiuzhi didn't even think about it.

"Since that's not the case, it means he has the confidence to say that."

Qing Xiaoyue said seriously: "Master Si will never kill him so easily."

He paused, and finally asked: "Do you want revenge or save people?"

Qiuzhi honestly said, "Can I have both?"

……

Amidst the lonely sound of the piano, Si Zhu took another step forward.

Under the cover of night, the long street feels infinitely lonely.

The moonlight was vast, sprinkling like water through the cracks in the blue bricks, even reflecting the dust clearly.

Gu Zhuo seemed unable to hear the sound of the piano, and could not feel the cold and desolate atmosphere as if he was in a lonely grave. His eyelids drooped slightly, and he flicked the sword with his fingers.

So everyone knew that the battle was about to begin.

When the finger dropped the sword, there was no sound.

But the boss stopped.

In front of him, the ancient bluestone slab inexplicably became extremely bright, illuminating the dust clearly.

It was the master who stopped, not his clothes.

A piece of clothing floated into the beam of light and instantly turned into ashes, with a cold fire color.

The master's eyes were empty.

He moved forward again, seemingly moving straight ahead without changing, but in fact his figure was vague and uncertain.

In just a moment, he passed by the moonlight and stepped into relative darkness again.

In the eyes of the world, Master Si's figure was no longer hunched from that moment on, his bent waist gradually became straight, and he became more and more vigorous.

His expression remained calm, without any trace of solemnity in his eyes, and he was extremely composed.

The voice of the Sizhu sounded.

"It's the same Taoism. Even if Qing Xiaoyue has been immersed in it for a hundred years and has reached a higher level than you are now, he still can't do it as miraculously as this, but..."

He shook his head and said, "What's the point?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the boss opened his hands, waving his sleeves, and floated up.

The rustling of his clothes made a sound like a hammer.

Just as he was about to break through the air, the moonlight was no longer bright, but countless dust rose from the cracks in the bluestone slabs.

The moon is bright tonight, so naturally the stars are sparse. However, when these countless dust particles appear, people looking at the long street seem to be looking at a sea of stars.

The Master was in the sea of stars, he never stopped, his grey robe still fluttering.

This is a real picture. An equally real picture is that he should have crossed over a thousand feet in an instant and reached the top of a tall building, but he remained in the same place as if he had not taken even a single step forward.

The two completely different realities, seen by the onlookers, are a strong shock that makes one's heart feel like it is about to be shattered.

Some people with shallow and weak realms even vomited blood and suffered serious injuries.

Even the truly powerful ones who had cultivated to the state of unity turned pale at this moment, lowered their heads as quickly as possible, and dared not look at him again.

Only a sword cultivator of Nan Zong's level can see the true picture.

The Taoist master used the dust in the sky as a sea of stars, forming a formation in an instant.

The universe is boundless, the sea of stars is vast, no matter how wonderful the escape method is, it will become insignificant in such a nearly infinite distance.

"What kind of formation is this?" someone asked in confusion.

"I don't know, but I think..."

Nan Zong was silent for a moment, then said, "The word 'sea of stars' is not enough to truly describe this formation."

A slightly hoarse voice sounded from behind.

"This is Xuandu's mountain protection formation, the Forgetful Eternal Heaven."

The person who spoke was Pei Jinge.

She had witnessed the demise of Xuandu with her own eyes and seen the last moment of this formation remaining in the world. She still remembers it vividly.

Some people couldn't understand and asked, "How could Gu Zhuo set up this formation in such a short time given his current state?"

Pei Jinge looked at the man and found that it was Qiu Zhi.

She didn't answer the question because it was indeed something that could not be explained.

To a certain extent, what is happening now is subverting the iron laws that have been summarized by the spiritual world over tens of millions of years.

Even if Gu Zhuo is the most remarkable person in this millennium, this is still unreasonable and absurd.

What's going on here?
Pei Jinge couldn't understand it.

Her gaze passed over the long street and the sea of stars, and fell on the tall building with Si Zhu who was crossing the stars.

Gu Zhuo is right there.

He was dressed in black, with his eyes slightly lowered.

It was as if everything happening in this world had nothing to do with him.

……

The capital of gods, Jinghai.

The person sitting opposite the White Emperor was not Yu Sheng, so what the Master said was a lie.

He sat alone by the lake, and what was reflected on the water was not the sky of Jinghai, but Cangzhou.

He did not look at Gu Zhuo who was sitting on the tall building. His gaze was fixed on the moonlight and the stars, and the emotions in his eyes became increasingly dull.

At some point, the White Emperor closed his eyes.

The lake water began to surge, shattering the mirror-like surface.

His perception had been cut off, and his sight could no longer cross thousands of miles, so he could only watch coldly.

The White Emperor opened his eyes, and the emotions in his eyes became extremely complicated. He truly began to understand the meaning of those four words.

——Communicate the truth to heaven.

……

No matter how powerful a formation is, it still needs a solid foundation.

Using dust as a formation to evolve the sea of stars is undoubtedly the most ingenious method in the world, and it can be said to be unprecedented.

But Gu Zhuo's realm is too low after all.

The commander waved his sleeves and took action.

Countless true essences surged out, and a strong wind suddenly arose, blowing out the stars.

At the same time, his figure was finally no longer left in the same place and began to move forward.

Every time he took a step forward, the wind would become stronger and stronger, without stopping.

The stars were stripped of their glorious outer coats in the wind, revealing their most original faces and flowing in all directions.

It was a tiny speck of dust, so tiny that it couldn't even fill the gap in clothes. However, when it fell on the walls of shops on both sides of the street, it exploded with unimaginable power.

boom!
The several-story building seemed to be hit head-on by the raging waves and collapsed in an instant, and the ground trembled continuously.

Similar scenes kept appearing, high-rise buildings kept collapsing, and civilians could no longer remain silent, and screams and shouts were heard everywhere.

Even those powerful practitioners who dared to stand out could only choose to retreat in the face of this powerful impact.

The master is still moving forward.

Different from before, his expression was no longer indifferent but gradually became serious.

In the darkness that people cannot see, his sleeves seemed intact, but in fact they were torn into hundreds of tiny holes.

The strong wind blew through the sleeves like a thread.

The next moment, all the sounds in Cangzhou City disappeared.

After the extreme silence, there was thunder.

There was a loud bang!
A violent storm suddenly arose in Cangzhou City, rushing in all directions, sweeping up countless dust waves and rushing out of the city.

During this process, countless buildings collapsed, smoke and dust rose, and rubble flew everywhere.

When the Lord Si stepped through the sea of stars and out of the dust, his sleeves were already visibly torn.

The wrinkled face seemed to have aged a few more times, and the ravines were filled with dust, just like the Loess Plateau.

The Master's back was straighter than before.

Just when everyone thought he was going to move forward and fight to the death with Gu Zhuo, he took a step back.

This was a scene that no one present could have imagined.

Both Nan Zong and Pei Jinge were surprised at this moment.

It was at this moment that the energy in the high building where Gu Zhuo was sitting suddenly burst out without warning and went up to the top.

The beams broke and the bricks and tiles cracked.

Seven flying swords appeared at the same time, connecting into a formation, corresponding to the Big Dipper above.

——Beidou is doomed.

This is undoubtedly the most amazing killing sword of Wuyou Mountain!
Qiuzhi looked at the unauthentic sword that exuded a strong aura of death, his eyes full of astonishment.

According to the rules of Wuyou Mountain, only the mountain master can practice the Big Dipper Sword. Even his former master Jin Cancan is not eligible to use this sword.

The one who took action at this moment must be the Lord of Wuyou Mountain.

This number one killer, who is famous throughout the world but whom everyone has never seen before, has actually been hiding in that tall building, waiting for the opportunity to strike!
No matter how you think about it, this real sword handed over by the Lord of Wuyou Mountain who has entered the realm of enlightenment is enough to kill Gu Zhuo directly.

This shouldn't come as a surprise.

Everyone thinks so.

Gu Zhuo still maintained his previous posture, as if he had no time to react, or perhaps he didn't care at all.

The answer is the latter.

Gu Zhuo looked towards the sword formation.

With just one glance, the terrifying murderous intent corresponding to the stars was like ice in spring, and the sword formation dissipated silently.

The look on the face of the Lord of Wuyou Mountain did not show any surprise.

Gu Zhuo drew his sword.

Don't unsheathe your sword yet.

A stream of blood exploded from the chest of the Lord of Wuyou Mountain.

Until this moment, Gu Zhuo finally stood up.

He patted his clothes gently, and the dust fell away like rain. He was really calm.