Yan Fu's figure appeared not far away.

He is already dead.

There is no doubt about it.

Today’s figure is just a remnant of the ‘human world’.

His face was full of doubts and his brows were furrowed.

As an eyewitness, he knew Tushanjun's background and origins very well, and he even deduced it himself.

Yan Fu planned everything well, and even if he died, he would die in a worthwhile way, proving himself that Buddhism did not choose him wrong, and Mo Yuan did not misjudge him either.

He should take that step.

However, when Bodhi opened up the human world and brought everything back to its origin, Tushanjun actually told him that he still had secrets.

What secret?

"You only know that I am a demon from outside the territory, but you don't know where I come from." Tu Shanjun looked into the distance, a little excitement flashed in his eyes, but he did not expect that one day he would return to this moment.

Digging deeply into your own memories is never as good as the surprises that others can bring you.

Yan Fu asked: "What do you mean?"

"What kind of magical power is Xitong?"

Tu Shanjun waved his hand, a little surprise flashed in his eyes.

Said: "Did your magical power bring my consciousness back to this time node?"

The light blue frame is sealed in front of you by chains.

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At this moment, Tu Shanjun realized what kind of power Yanfu's last blow contained.

This didn't seem to be a fantasy created by hallucinations and magic. It seemed as if his consciousness had really been sent to the original moment, when everything had not been opened. Even the rough audio and video editor he summoned was not revealed.

Daoyuan's inscription was shocked.

The chains trembled endlessly.

"Huh?"

Tu Shanjun asked.

He opened his big hand and pressed the light blue frame.

With the emergence of the Ghost Emperor's law of the unity of three selves, the illusory panel in front of him slowly turned into a real thing, and just appeared in front of Tu Shanjun.

The shadow of Jamfu left in the human world widened its eyes.

laugh!

The fire of karma is burning.

When the chains are removed, the scarlet color appears.

The two seemed to overlap, the light blue of the past and the scarlet of today intertwined in the flash of electric light.

Yan Fu looked at it carefully for a long time, and then said with certainty: "This is the manifestation of some of your supernatural powers from the demons outside the territory."

"Swallow the evil spirit, gain cultivation, and then evolve different types of magical powers. I was not wrong. It was you who mistook this power that originally belonged to you."

"Heaven and earth will not give you any gifts. Your strength does come from yourself."

"You should know this."

"After all, in the third step, the fake has been transformed into the real."

Practicing Falsehood is really a process from scratch.

Now, he is refining the true and false, mistaking the power that originally belonged to him as some kind of external force. Under his own idealistic interpretation, his talent has become what it is now.

Yan Fu thought that Tu Shanjun really had some mysterious trump card, but it turned out that he had misunderstood his own power...

But that shouldn't be the case.

If it is said that there will be a mistake before the third step, how can Tushanjun, who is already on the fifth step, possibly make a mistake?

"You are right. Part of this is my power, which is the essence of the extraterrestrial demon, plundering and absorbing."

"I realized this when I was practicing Falun Dao in the third step. But when I became a Taoist, I wanted to trace it back, but found that I couldn't see the end."

"The end."

"It's not the end yet."

"Left or right?"

Tu Shanjun felt complicated: "I don't understand."

"As a martial artist, I can only move forward."

"When the three flowers gather at the top and the five qi are heading toward the yuan, come and explore further."

"break!"

The Ghost Emperor stretched out his palm and completely grasped the scarlet panel.

"open!"

Double pupil rotation with large and small adhesions.

The burst of electric light seemed to suddenly see through what was hidden behind the scarlet panel.

It was a piece of nothingness, with only a back figure still moving forward slowly. The whole body was surrounded by infinite abyss, and it was always dark. It was not until the eyes came that the world of nothingness finally became bright.

Tu Shanjun's heart trembled, and his internal organs beat violently.

After he finally uncovered the panel.

In the beginning, it was indeed as he thought. It was the embodiment of his talent and a placebo given to himself. Until he saw the figure still moving forward, his heart seemed to be entangled.

Ancient Emperor!

At least in Tu Shanjun's view, the figure walking in the void was at least an ancient emperor, perhaps the Infinite Lord, the Buddha, or the Holy Spirit Emperor, he couldn't tell.

Even if he illuminated the opponent with his immortal eyes, he couldn't guess what it was.

When Tu Shanjun's consciousness was completely penetrated, the fairy sound gradually echoed in his ears.

The thunderous sound of the avenue was swallowed up by nothingness, leaving only the whispers of flies and flies, as if every formula would be erased and no word would be allowed to appear in the world.

However, Tushanjun, who was approaching, could still hear it clearly.

'The heart is as clear as ice, and the sky is falling without being shocked: the changes are still stable, the spirit is calm and calm: forgetting oneself and keeping one, the six roots of great concentration: taking precautions to nourish the energy, being selfless and inaction: looking up and down, looking at each other: deliberately entering the entrance, subduing thoughts and thinking: there is nothing inside and outside

, the mind is pure and clear.'

"..."

This is a supreme mantra.

Since then, he has spoken like a fairy, confronting the boundless nothingness and the terrifying darkness.

Tu Shanjun shouted.

"Who are you!"

Follow-up question:

"Are you me?"

"Are you my previous life?!"

Looking up to the sky and roaring.

He never thought of whose second incarnation he was, but he saw his back in his innate magical power.

That was an old but tall emperor.

Walking in it.

Heading into the distance.

Walk towards the end.

How terrifying!

It gives rise to a chilling fear.

If he is really the second generation of a certain person, then becoming the Soul Banner is just his own directing and acting.

In other words, he killed everything.

What reason does he have to hate? The one he deserves to hate the most is himself.

After hating him, what is the meaning of his practice?

Chasing an 'immortal' and burying everything he owned, how could he personally kill himself step by step and turn himself into a pure 'true immortal'?!

Run wildly.
To be continued...