Quick Attack Gods and Demons Journey to the West

Emperor Zhenwu looked at Zhang Tian, ​​who was speaking the truth with an innocent look on his face, and remained silent for a while, not knowing what to say. There was a hint of desolation in his eyes.

How long had he been asleep?

How long have you been contemplating this origin of life and death where there is no concept of time?

Such people appeared outside!

He comprehended the aura of Zhang Tian and felt a sense of familiarity. He looked at him with doubt, "Where did you get the inheritance of the Seven Swords of Heaven-Severing?"

"I am a cultivator from the Sword Washing Pavilion. My sect's founder once inherited the Seven Heaven-Sniping Swords from the cave you left behind. I only got one of them. If you think about it, you are still the ancestor of my sect!"

Zhang Tian was very moved. First, he felt that he had traveled across the world and was able to see the Zhenwu Patriarch. Second, he felt that the other party had lived for a really long time. After all, the other party was a person from ancient times.

It is a long time since ancient times. Not to mention ancient times, even the Middle Ages have passed for hundreds of thousands of years.

This applies even if you reincarnate for many lifetimes.

For Zhang Tian, ​​whose practice time is still less than a thousand years, it is really too long. He is very fortunate in his heart that he has obtained the future Bodhi Sutra and Tao Te Ching.

Zhenwu was a little surprised. He originally thought that what Zhang Tian found was the inheritance left by the Taoist Master, but he didn't expect that it was his own, and he could even be considered his descendant a thousand generations away. For a moment, he was a little dazed and felt that it was such a coincidence.

"Then how did you recognize me?"

After all, he never left a portrait of himself. Even if they looked similar, how could the other party be so sure!

Zhenwu was curious, and then he saw Zhang Tian smiling without saying a word, and displayed his moral body, summoning the long river of time, capturing the image of him entering this place, as well as the portrait of him using the Seven Swords of Cutting the Sky.

There was astonishment in his eyes.

There was disbelief in his eyes.

After all, according to Zhang Tian's level of cultivation, his Dharma body should have merged with himself long ago, and it would be impossible for him to interfere with the long river of time, let alone capture the past of such a great supernatural power as his. But the other party did it!

Zhenwu: What a terrifying path to the other shore...

He was extremely shocked.

For a moment, the situation was chaotic.

Thinking about the fact that this was modified by the other party himself, he felt even more uncomfortable. After all, he was a Taoist boy, and he had been personally instructed by the other party. He even left behind the other side's magical weapon Yuanyang Ruler and various secrets of cultivation. In the end, he was not as good as a kid who had nothing.

Zhenwu: ...

He was speechless, but he took out the Yuanyang ruler and performed the Seven Swords of Heaven-cutting in this lonely origin of life and death, which immediately made Zhang Tian's eyes light up.

This is preaching.

The other party taught him all the secrets of the Seven Swords of Cutting the Sky. After all, he had mastered several styles and practiced them for hundreds of thousands of years, so he had a deep understanding. His personal interpretation of the Seven Swords of Cutting the Sky was much more powerful than any true meaning inheritance.

However, there is a prerequisite, that is, the person watching has a strong understanding.

Zhenwu was testing him. As he was teaching Zhang Tian the Seven Swords of Heaven-Cutting, he saw one eye on his forehead open, absorbing all the secrets he was displaying, and he immediately became more withdrawn.

Zhenwu: Oh no, this is a true genius!

He watched in silence until Zhang Tian regained consciousness and sighed from the bottom of his heart, "The Seven Heaven-Cutting Swords are indeed the most wonderful swordsmanship in the world."

Upon hearing this, Zhenwu smiled slightly, as if recalling the past, and said with a hint of pride, "Of course! After all, that was the peerless swordsmanship that my master cultivated and comprehended. He is..."

Zhenwu didn't say anything else.

Because the Taoist Master is a transcendent being, he has no cause and effect with this world anymore, so he cannot be spoken of, written about, or recorded.

Zhenwu's expression was filled with arrogance. "You may have some talent, but you have only reached the threshold to meet him. If you don't have a great opportunity in the future, you will be like me, unable to collect the seven swords in your lifetime."

This is the regret of his life.

Zhang Tian nodded seriously. He felt that he did not have the luck and karma, so he did not plan to collect the Seven Swords of Cutting the Sky. Instead, he planned to create them himself or reverse-refine the Seven Swords of Cutting the Sky and take a completely different path.

But Zhang Tian didn't mention it.

After all, with his current strength, it is simply a pipe dream to say such words, and no one can think that it is successful.

Zhenwu gave Zhang Tian some more pointers, and even personally demonstrated what the legendary power was, what the realm of creation was, and even said a few words about the secrets of crossing the sea of ​​suffering and the other side.

These are all precious secrets.

Some of them are what Zhenwu experienced himself, and some are heard from Dao Zun. Often the true teaching is just this one sentence, which can help later generations avoid thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years of detours.

Zhenwu did not hide anything and seemed so generous, answering almost everything Zhang Tian asked. But the more he did this, the more uncomfortable Zhang Tian felt.

Because Zhang Tian knew it very well in his heart.

The other party may very likely regard himself as the successor, not Zhenwu's own successor, but the successor of Daozun, while he himself has to choose a path of no return, that is, continue to stay at this point of life and death, continue to fight to the death, and must reach the other side, even if he will get lost in it and die sadly.

It's something that no one else can persuade you about.

Even if Zhang Tian told the other party that he would die if he couldn't break through, it would be useless. After all, if he didn't cross the sea of ​​suffering, he would end up being an ant.

So Zhang Tian said, "I have learned the secrets of the Seven Heaven-Cutting Swords from you, senior. I have gained a lot of insights at once. I would like to use this place to practice. I hope you can lend me a hand and protect me for a while."

Zhenwu didn't say anything.

Instead, he sat aside.

Obviously acquiesced to this.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Tian sat cross-legged on the ground, concentrating on comprehending the Seven Swords of Heaven, and the Lord God's reminder sounded in his mind.

[Ding! We've detected that you've acquired the Seven Heaven-Severing Swords and their insights from a top master. Do you want to integrate and simplify them?]

"simplify!"

So Zhang Tian got an epiphany and displayed it in front of Zhenwu, but there was nothing in the other person's eyes except a slight surprise.

Zhang Tian: That’s not enough!

Zhang Tian: Oh, Lord of Dao and Morality! Please lend me your strength again!

He closed his eyes tightly.

The aura on his body continued to rise.

In Zhenwu's astonished eyes, Zhang Tian actually chose to prove his legend in this place of the Nine Netherworld, far away from the real world, the origin of life and death. It was simply impossible.

After all, in order to achieve a legend, one must gather together the other selves scattered across the heavens and myriad worlds and integrate them into one's own spirit and soul, that is, shrink oneself, and only when the spiritual light of one's nature reaches the highest point can one be considered successful and become the only one in all worlds.

But how can it be done here?

Then Zhenwu saw the three great masters of morality walking in the long river of time, and the Tao Te Ching surrounding them. Countless golden words were suspended in the air, so dazzling and unique.

"This is the method for this young generation to cultivate!"

"How unique... Is it a moral motto?"

"I'm his ancestor, I can't peek, I can't peek!"

Zhenwu felt that he couldn't quite understand it, but it also looked quite good. He couldn't let go of his pride for a moment, and felt itchy inside. He could only turn his eyes slightly, looking for a while, then not looking, that is, not looking.

It’s called Ru Kan!