The sermon begins with the dragon and the horse

Chapter 538

"Open it for me!"

On the ancient road of reincarnation, Shen Ma roared up to the sky, bursting out with the blazing light of becoming an emperor, like a landslide and tsunami, tearing the void, breaking eternity, and stirring at the end of darkness.

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood suddenly, the light of becoming an emperor on his body suddenly went out, a bone-deep crack appeared between his brows, and the real dragon's face behind him was also incomplete, and his breath was sluggish.

"Is there no No.11 door?" Shen Ma let out a long sigh, his eyes full of exhaustion.

For 10 years, he has trained himself with the materials of the ancestors of the Tao, pushed the Taoism to the peak of the immortal, and tempered the physical body to be tougher than the weapons of the immortal king.

That's it, he tried in every possible way, trying to open a new secret realm, but all failed.There have been several times when he suffered backlash, almost annihilated, turning into a cloud of light rain.

He failed again and again, making him very helpless.He is very sure that no matter whether it is the soul or the body, it can be called flawless.

However, he clearly felt that the gate of the emperor's realm was right in front of him, but he couldn't step in no matter what.Moreover, many forced breakthroughs have already left him with very serious injuries, and he can no longer continue.

"Those who learn from me will live, and those who resemble me will die. Their way is not suitable for them." He cast his eyes on the gradually dimming sea of ​​fire in the distant sky, as if realizing something.

For 10 years, he has continuously received and guided the Dao ancestor's material to train himself, consuming part of it, and they are obliterating each other.Therefore, both the sea of ​​fire and the dark Kunpeng are slowly shrinking.

One day, they will all disappear from the world.

"Everything goes up and down, everything goes up and down, and people have ups and downs in life. It's a natural law, and Taoist ancestors were not immune."

"I tried to use my supernatural power to push myself to break through, hoping to be prosperous, and I have been doing additions, but in the end I failed."

"Maybe I should try another way, doing subtraction."

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In the ten thousand years that followed, Shen Ma completely settled down, while recovering from his injuries, he reorganized his own cultivation system, discarding the chaff and keeping the essence, keeping only the most essential parts, and no longer wanting to be comprehensive.

Occasionally, he would stop his practice, quietly look at the deserted reincarnation circuit, and think about the meaning of reincarnation.

All living beings are born and die, samsara goes back and forth, turning like a wheel without stopping.The same is true of all things, some stones become sand, some ice turns into water, and there is no endless cycle.

"Reincarnation, life and death, gathering and scattering..."

"If I die and reincarnate, will I forget everything in this life? Maybe."

"At that time, the cultivation base of this body could not be taken away even if I wanted to, and only the true spirit was left to reincarnate. Just like the previous life, I was an ignorant old man."

"So, I have nothing, why am I afraid of losing it?"

"Yes, what am I afraid of?"

Shen Ma suddenly stood up, his eyes soared, extremely glaring.

At this moment, he realized!
"Hey!"

He stretched out the dragon claw, inserted it into the heart, and took out a sword light shining with blood.

The sword of the heart does not cut the enemy, but cuts oneself!

"Cut yourself to save yourself, cut it for me!"

"Open the door, cut!"

"puff!"

A bloody light burst out, tearing apart the void and dyeing a large section of the cycle of reincarnation red.At the same time, the endless field runes mobilized the mighty power of the world, and poured down on Shenma, shining brightly.

"Shut the door, cut!"

Enduring the severe pain, Shen Ma raised his head to the sky and roared, swiping his sword and beheading himself.

Another ray of blood shot up into the sky, the power of brilliance bloomed, and the light was overwhelming.

Nine strikes in succession, one shining brighter than the other, and more powerful than the other.

On the dark road of reincarnation, nine streaks of blood, like nine stars in a row, traverse the sky, illuminating the past, the present, and the future.

This is his self-created slaying technique back then. It was originally intended to create a few more real bodies so as to enhance the advantage in the battle.

After years of exploration, he finally perfected this secret technique and used it as a stepping stone to open the gate of the Emperor Realm.He cut off the secret realm in his body, so he was cutting off the "ego"!
At this moment, there is no door in his body, it is empty, like the body of a mortal spirit, but there is a kind of aura of Dao that is seamless and flawless.

Cutting off the nine gates, for him, cut off loopholes, flaws, and obsessions.

"The last door..."

He turned his head and looked at the real dragon face behind him. In a daze, he seemed to see it grinning. That kind of smile was very friendly, like an old man who was about to die, looking very calm and completely indifferent to life and death.

"God grind!"

The imprint of the five-color magic grinding on the center of Shenma's eyebrows came out through the body, and flew towards the real dragon's dharma image. The immeasurable color of the gods bloomed in the air, the light of the open sky sprinkled, the sound of the beginning of time rippling, and the fragments of the law of the emperor were flying.

"Boom!"

In an instant, all kinds of auspicious phenomena disappeared, blood rained all over the sky, chaos and thunder intertwined, it was extremely frightening.

At the same time, the dark matter deposited on the samsara circuit was like a cat smelling fishy, ​​they all came alive, gathered together, and then turned into a torrential rain and poured down on Shenma, trying to completely darken him.

"Nine gates into one, grind it for me!"

Shen Ma roared, and the blood-stained dragon's mane stood upright, with a hideous face.

The nine blood lights in the void all burst into light, making ear-piercing roars, and then fell into the imprint of God Grinding like a meteor.

"Oh!"

At this moment, like a raging fire cooking oil, endless avenue symbols bloomed one after another, and the light of panic illuminated eternity, dispelling a large amount of dark matter.

"Crack!"

"Hold on to me!"

The real dragon's dharma form was ground little by little, but Shen Ma's body was also shattered. This change was too drastic, and if he didn't pay attention, he might die.

"The way to save the sky is not to be afraid of life and death, to solve the confusion in this world, and to get rid of the reincarnation in the next life. I want to become an emperor, and my life is boundless!"

The real dragon dharma is crumbling, disintegrating, and dissipating!
"Hey!"

A touch of nine-color divine brilliance bloomed in the sky, and the five-color divine mill gradually changed its color, adding an indescribable aura.

That is the emperor's aura!

"Success?!"

As soon as the words fell, Shen Ma's entire dragon body shattered, like broken porcelain, scattered all over the ground.

"lose…"

Dragon horns, dragon heads, dragon claws, dragon hearts, dragon livers... the ground was soaked in blood, and the eyes were full of desolation.

The real dragon's dharma disappeared completely, leaving only a divine grinding mark glowing with nine-color divine light, floating in the void, and finally landed on the blood-stained ground.

There was also a small bronze cauldron the size of a thumb and a copper coffin of the third generation tens of feet long. There was no vision manifested, just lying quietly on the ground, waiting for the latecomers to discover.

"Woooo..."

There was another wailing sound from the distant sky, as if to see Shen Ma off.

He, is he dead?
Thousands of years, ten thousand years... 20 years have passed in the blink of an eye.

As time goes by, despite the vicissitudes of life in the world, Samsara Road still looks the same, dark, cold, and silent.

The remains of Shenma could not withstand the ravages of time, they were shriveling, withering, and disintegrating. In the end, only the hardest bones remained, and the imprint of the god mill that still shone with nine colors.

Slowly, the imprint of Shenma stopped shining, and was buried in the ground by dust, accompanied by Shenma's skeleton.

Later, even the bronze coffin of the third generation was buried in the ground without a trace.

It has been 50 years since Shenma fell.

"Boss, it's been a long time since we left, it's time to return!"

"On the day when the broken sword is recast, when the third master returns, the boss will save me!"

"Shin, you must live!"

……

"Who is calling me?"

"Who am I?"

An inexplicable whisper came from the ground where Shen Ma fell, with doubts, confusion, and puzzlement.

"Shin...boss...someone seems to be calling for me to come back..."

"Third Lord, such a familiar name."

"Alive, alive, am I alive? No, I'm dead!"

"I'm not dead!"

The imprint of the god mill buried deep in the ground shone with a faint brilliance, and gradually, the brilliance became more and more blazing, like the stars in the sky, with nine colors, extremely bright.

Finally, with a bang, the imprint of the Nine-color God Mill soared into the sky, and an aura belonging to the emperor surged like a vast ocean, and the entire cycle of reincarnation shook violently, spreading far and wide.

Even Yuankong's two balls of Daoist matter were scattered by the shock, and they were no longer at their peak.

In the void, Shenma manifested, and the unrivaled aura flowed on him. Compared with 50 years ago, there was a qualitative change. A long river of time was vaguely seen flowing behind him, and the aura was terrifying.

Moreover, his appearance has also undergone a major change, no longer the body of a real dragon, but transformed into a human.

Shen Ma restrained the vision on his body, brushed off the long white hair in front of his eyes, revealing a slightly resolute face, with deep and vicissitudes of eyes, which seemed to contain countless universes.

His body is slender and strong, his muscles rising and falling like a dragon and snake, flowing with a faint nine-color brilliance.

"Except for this body of Gada meat, it is completely similar to the appearance of the previous life. Is there a will of God in the dark, or is it predestined?"

He lightly moved his fingers, and the Chaos Dao Cauldron and the bronze coffin of the third generation buried in the soil suddenly popped up, and the dust disappeared, and they were still the same as before, not changed at all.

"Hey!"

He poured a lot of immortal power into the Chaos Dao Cauldron, and it swelled up rapidly, as big as a star, and a simple and distant atmosphere rushed towards his face, as if connecting the entire ancient history.

"Save the day!"

Shenma scolded lightly, imprinted two Emperor Talismans in the void, and then submerged into the Chaos Dao Cauldron.

With the sound of "Dang", the engraved picture under the cauldron came alive, and nine-color dao patterns spread out, intertwined with thousands of rules and orders, and turned into a nine-color coffin.

The avenue is roaring, samsara is trembling, chaos is raging, the order of heaven and earth is in chaos, and it seems to be upside down from ancient times to present.

Today, he finally saw the picture of the coffin clearly. Fragments of time are flying around the nine-color coffin. The nine-color is not its original color, but blood!
It shuttles through the heavens and worlds, it crosses the long river of time, it travels in the minds of all living beings, and it is looking for the way back!
Shen Ma gently stroked the engraved picture of the nine-color coffin, feeling a sense of sadness, helplessness, and inexplicable yearning.

"You are saving, and I am saving too. All souls in the world are saving. When will they reach the other shore?"

He raised his head and cast his eyes on the cauldron wall, the wall was covered with a mass of chaos, hazy and completely unreal.

"Can't the Emperor Zhun spy?" He frowned, counted his fingers, and found that there was a great force of cause and effect that blinded his induction, which could not be deduced.

"Is it related to the real immortal emperor, or is it related to my fate..."

At this point, he is no longer that ignorant Ryoma. He has always been doubtful about the various encounters he has encountered along the way.

It was no accident that he was able to rise, and there seemed to be creatures in the dark that were guiding him in the direction of progress.Especially the voice lingering in his heart, calling him to return.

"Whether it's God's will or destiny, I just want to find my lost lover and friend."

On the ancient road of reincarnation, Shen Ma talked to himself, but that voice was imprinted in the world like the oldest oath, eternal and immortal.

"Snapped!"

He stepped on the ground lightly, and the old body that fell off emerged from the soil. The flesh and blood had disappeared in the years, leaving only a skeleton, but it still exuded bursts of dragon power.

"Old man, is it cold underground?"

Looking at the bones of the past, Shen Ma was filled with emotion.

50 years ago, when he crushed the tenth gate with the imprint of the god mill, he originally thought that it could be integrated into the other nine gates, but he did not expect that the tenth gate was connected to the oldest true dragon blood.

Once the tenth gate was broken, the origin of Shenma also collapsed.

Fortunately, at that time, he just stepped into the threshold of Emperor Zhun with one foot. Although his body died, his soul was still there, and then he merged into the imprint of God Mill.

After that, his soul has been in a daze, absorbing the power of heaven and earth instinctively, repairing the primordial spirit, and restoring the physical body.

Regrettably, all his true dragon bloodlines were cut off, so he could only follow his original intention and turn into a human body.

"Shh!"

A nine-color millstone appeared above his head, and a real dragon sat there cross-legged, invincible by all dharmas, indestructible in all aeons, and eternal.

This is the quasi-emperor dao fruit jointly evolved by the ultimate leap of the ten sects after their sublimation.

The real dragon roared, spewing out nine-colored flames, which were the strongest avenue symbols, containing terrifying destructive power, capable of burning mountains and boiling seas, and shattering the world.

"I have a hunch that what was cut off will return one day, and my life as a true dragon has not yet come to an end."

Shen Ma looked at the skeleton in front of him, then glanced at the copper coffin of the third generation next to him, and a flash of spiritual light suddenly flashed across the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Dragon pulls the coffin..."

Once the idea is planted, it can never be erased.

The next moment, he moved, and the god mill on top of his head instantly burst out with nine divine lights, and they sank into the bones in front of him together.

There was an ear-piercing sound of rubbing, and endless avenue symbols emerged from the bones, and then divided into nine, turning into nine lifelike real dragon bones.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Ma took out the Ancient Temple of Receiving and Yin that had been shot down in the boundary sea, and turned it into liquid with quasi-emperor fire.During this period, visions appeared, brilliance soared into the sky, and countless gods and demons roared, as if they were about to destroy the world.

The ancient palace of receiving and guiding comes from the hand of the immortal emperor, and it has its own charm.

However, dead things are difficult to defy the sky after all, Shen Ma erased their breath and cast them into nine sets of chains.

"Whoa!"

When the chains bound the nine real dragon skeletons to the copper coffin of the third generation, Shen Ma had a feeling. At that moment, he found a group of people in the long river of time looking here, looking back.

In a daze, he saw the two brightest eyes, with a sense of familiarity, they seemed surprised and found it unbelievable.

"Huang, Ye, is that you?" He looked at the long river of time, but he could only see two blurred figures, which disappeared in a flash and were never seen again.

"It turns out that I started pulling the coffin in Nine Dragons! It's God's will!"

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(End of this chapter)