Ji Liao used grass stems to play the things transformed into tones. When he approached the fat man, he fell into a strange stillness. The fat man seemed to be a painting, and Ji Liao's magic river was ink. When the ink came to the painting, it naturally stopped moving, forming patterns.

But in a moment, Ji Liao understood the fat man's methods.

In front of the fat man, there is an absolute domain that belongs to the fat man. It is a pure domain transformed by the intention of the knife, like a world controlled by him.

But that world is too monotonous and too small.

Compared to the real world, this field is just a drop of water from the sea.

Ji Liaoping smiled extremely gently and created a magic seal similar to the treasure bottle seal with one hand. This was the magic seal of the first stone statue I saw in Taixuan Sect that day. He came to paint the same gourd.

Although he did not get the essence, Ji Liao still simulated the magic seal while making gestures. This was not his talent, but because he had profound insights into both Buddha and demons.

Ji Liao set up a seal and hit the fat man with a hammer.

This hammer really felt awkward. The strange evil spirit revealed in it was like the sunny day and the sky suddenly became gloomy and the gloomy and cold ghost wind roared.

The absolutely static area in front of the fat man was hammered out by Ji Liao.

It made a sound like brittle cracks in glass, and the stagnant river flowed smoothly again.

What a beautiful and wide river of vitality, carrying the vitality of the forest, rushing and waving.

Ji Liao's seal is very gloomy. As dark as the forest, no one knows what terrible danger is hidden in it.

Fatty faced the river full of vitality and the dark magic seal that accompanied the river, his star-like eyes suddenly lit up.

Since he killed the Sea Shark King that year, he has not felt such an imminent threat of death for a long time. All monks in the world are afraid of death, but the fat man is an exception.

He deeply understands how brilliant the spirit, physical strength and vitality of a person will be at the moment of life and death, because the desire of life by living beings will greatly sublimate his life when life is about to wither.

That kind of sublimation is more charming to the fat man than any fragrance in the world.

In the past, he didn't know what the limit of the world would be, but now he has the answer. Then surpass him.

This is not the first time that Fatty has broken his limits. He has broken his own limits countless times in the past, which has led to him at this moment.

He saw Ji Liao's Dharma and learned about the limits of the world.

The joy in the heart is by no means accessible to any outsider.

The fat man lifted the knife, clasped the handle with both hands, and slashed forward.

The arc-shaped blade body and the straight back of the knife were like half of the full moon in the sky, and at the same time it also split the surging river of vitality into two.

The bright sword light is more moving than the moonlight on August 15th.

The fat man's sword light cut open the river, but fell into the deep and dark seal.

The magic seal produces a whirlpool, constantly pulling the fat man's sword light, and sinking it into the eternal dark night.

Ji Liao's mood also turned into pure darkness.

The tune he played became gloomy and sad, the forests withered in vitality, and the rivers seemed to carry eternal death. The sighs of countless creatures floated and turned into waves.

Ji Liao could still control his consciousness, but he could not refuse the darkness, because darkness seemed to be himself.

Everything is fate, everything will end, everything will die.

The power of death burst out from Ji Liao's body, and the power of the magic seal became more and more profound.

The fat man couldn't help but be pulled by the seal, and his sword light deviated.

Or the fat man's sword light merged into the dark seal.

He was silent and kept waving his sword.

But the invasion of darkness is still inevitable, just like the living beings in the world, they cannot survive.

But even if a person is destined to die, he will not be depressed, because the meaning of life does not lie in the end, but in the process.

The fat man's sword light kept slashing forward, and the person was extremely calm and calm.

The tip of the knife was shaking slightly. It was not that the fat man's hands began to tremble, but that he used a more delicate knife technique. If it was said that he could use the tip of the knife to carve a word on the rice grains, it was already extremely delicate knife skills, then the fat man's knife light was enough to carve the entire Taoist sect on one grain.

Such skills have already possessed their own God and their own light. Even the darkness of death cannot cover up this light.

Ji Liao's heart was invaded by darkness, and there was a trace of light, which was a appreciation for the fat man.

For Ji Liao, the fat man showed all the qualities of a top monk. He was strong, persistent, calm and focused.

No matter how powerful he is, he should be extremely careful when facing such a monk.

Because such a character only needs a ray of light.

A line is enough.

At this moment, a ray of light from the sword seemed to have tear open the darkness of the magic seal in Ji Liao's hand, making Ji Liao's magic out of perfection.

Death is fate, but fate is river.

Rivers naturally flow downstream, but there are times when they flow against the flow.

The fat man is making his destined destiny countercurrent.

Ji Liao slowly closed his eyes because there was an extremely sharp sword aura.

He closed his eyes that could see through the world's restrictions, but opened his heart.

The eyes of the mind are insights that cannot be seen by the naked eye.

That was a mysterious feeling.

When the eyes were closed, Ji Liao's target of insight was not on the fat man, but on himself. What a powerful self.

He never felt his strength like this. He was not a canifer in the world, a summer insect that could not be said to be, or a sparrow running up and down among the basils.

He is the Fengpeng that can fly 90,000 miles, the Kun that can travel to the north, the mountains, and the ocean.

Even if the fat man has the firm intention to move mountains, he only needs a ray of light to do everything he wants.

But he is still not as good as Ji Liao.

Because even if people stimulate all their potential and break their limits again and again, they are human beings after all, not gods.

Ji Liao is a god.

His essence is higher than any creature in the world.

Even if the fat man is infinitely close to the level of immortals and Buddhas, he is still a human being and cannot change his essence.

What is the same in life? It should be like flying geese walking on the snow mud.

Ji Liao waved his arms and soared into the air, then disappeared without a trace.

The fat man's heart sank. This was not any illusion, but Ji Liao's real disappearance.

To be precise, this world is everywhere.

No one can completely erase his traces, but if there are traces of this person everywhere, the effect is no different from leaving no traces.

Countless sword energy points in the void were slashing at the fat man.

Since its creation, it is the first time that someone has used this sword technique to such a brilliant level, and has even surpassed the limits of this sword technique itself.

The fat man immediately knew that if he wanted to win, a miracle must happen.

But is there really such a miracle in the world?
Chapter completed!