Various thoughts flashed through Zhou Bai's eyes. Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at the pale-faced "Xing Jun" who was gradually drifting over. He shouted, "Teacher Xing Jun, is that you? It may seem a little strange, but you've gone through all this trouble just to ask us what chapter 81 is about, right? "
Seeing Zhou Bai's actions, Qian Wangsun and Jianxing's expressions changed. They turned around and looked at "Xing Jun" warily with the power of their Primordial Souls surging out.
Seeing that there was no way to break out of the formation, Zhou Bai decided to turn around. He wanted to see if he could directly communicate with "Xing Jun" behind him.
Hearing Zhou Bai's words, the pale-faced Xing Jun suddenly stopped. Under the nervous gazes of the three, he opened his mouth and began to recite the Book of Dao in a strange tone.
As he recited the Book of Dao chapter by chapter, the other party got closer and closer to the three.
The originally profound and profound scriptures were recited by the white shadow Xing Jun. At this moment, it gave off an extremely evil feeling as if a ghost was howling.
Qian Wangsun felt an extremely strong sense of danger. It was like the tip of a needle was constantly pricking his skin.
The super intuition from the Gong Tu made him say with a sullen expression, "Not good. This thing doesn't seem to be a living person. It doesn't seem like the real Teacher Xing Jun. I feel that if we don't finish the last chapter before he finishes reciting, something very bad will happen. "
"This thing should be something like a formation spirit," Jianxing said. "Why don't we try to attack him and see if we can destroy it …"
Along the way, the three of them had not really tried to attack this formation. This was because they knew how powerful formations were. Most of them were very difficult to deal with with with brute force.
However, seeing the white shadow getting closer and closer, it seemed like they had no choice but to attack.
Qian Wangsun put his fingers together like a sword and said softly, "Let me test it first."
As he spoke, the power of his Primordial Soul surged at Qian Wangsun's fingertips.
With the surge of the power of his Primordial Soul, the surrounding air was directly squeezed into invisible sharp arrows. Then, they shot towards the white shadow.
The paths of the nine basic divine diagrams symbolized the nine techniques of cultivation, not the nine weapons.
It was just like how the Bow Painting did not have to use a bow, and the Sword Painting did not have to use a sword.
At this moment, Qian Wangsun used the star point "Shooting Without a Bow" that he had learned from the Bow Diagram. He directly condensed his Qi into an arrow and shot it towards the white shadow like a machine gun, producing a series of crackling sounds.
Although the power of Archless Arrows wasn't as great as Cristina's Sword Qi, it had the advantage in quantity. Each Qi Arrow was comparable to a rifle bullet. Now that it hit the white figure, it only produced banging sounds and was directly turned into ordinary air currents. It didn't make the opponent take a single step back.
Looking at the unscathed white figure who continued to recite while moving forward, Zhou Bai shouted in his heart, 'Cristina, try out the sword Qi!'
A beam of pink Sword Qi suddenly shot out from between Zhou Bai's brows, stabbing toward Bai Ying's chest at lightning speed. However, it was repelled with a bang.
"This won't do! This guy's hard enough to scare people to death! "Cristina cried out in shock." Zhou Bai! Hurry up and think about what to do! Or think about that last sentence! What is that last sentence about?! "
Seeing that their attacks were ineffective, the three had no choice but to turn their attention back to the small table. However, whether it was Zhou Bai or the other two, none of them could figure out the content of the last chapter of Chapter 081.
Qian Wangsun used Shooting Without a Bow in a frenzy. The dense Qi Arrows created countless ripples in the air as they shot at Bai Ying's body one after another. However, it didn't seem to have any effect.
"This won't do," Qian Wangsun shouted. "It's useless … If this goes on …" He turned to look at the thick darkness around them. "We can only try to escape into this darkness."
Zhou Bai suddenly stood up and sat in front of the small desk. He picked up a pen and said, "Let me try."
"Zhou Bai!" Jian Xing exclaimed in surprise. "You know what to fill in?"
"Let me try …" Sweat kept seeping out of Zhou Bai's head. His mind was churning as countless memories of the Book of Dao kept surging in his mind.
"If it was me in the past, I wouldn't have been able to remember the content of the last chapter of the Book of Dao.
"But now that I have mastered the power of the primordial spirit, I might be able to."
After mastering the power of the primordial spirit, Zhou Bai's mind and consciousness had become stronger than before. His memories were clearer than before.
In the past, he had only read through the Book of Dao once when he was a student.
Now that he was trying his best to recall the content of the Book of Dao, it was extremely difficult. He could only come up with a few sentences.
The sound of Xing Jun reciting the Book of Dao kept ringing in his ears.
As Zhou Bai kept recalling, the power of the primordial spirit seemed to become more and more restless. The voice of Xing Jun became clearer and clearer.
"Delicacies, beautiful clothes, peaceful homes, happy lives …"
As Xing Jun gradually recited the last chapter, Qian Wangsun shouted, "Zhou Bai! I can't! Let's go! "
Xing Jun: "Neighboring countries look at each other, the sound of chickens and dogs, the people grow old …"
Zhou Bai suddenly grabbed the pen and smashed it on the white paper.
"F * ck! I can't remember at all! "
Qian Wangsun grabbed Zhou Bai and wanted to take him away.
At this moment, Cristina, who had been staying in Zhou Bai's mind, listened to Xing Jun's evil recitation. She opened her eyes and looked at the boiling memories in Zhou Bai's mind.
Cristina's eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of understanding.
"I … remember, no wonder it sounds familiar … so I … remember …"
A wave of Cristina's primordial spirit power extended out from between Zhou Bai's eyebrows and grabbed the pen on the small desk. With a swishing sound, the last chapter was written.
Words are not beautiful, good words are not believed. Those who are good do not argue, those who argue are not good. Those who know are not knowledgeable, those who are knowledgeable do not know. Saints do not accumulate. They think that the more they have, the more they have with others. The Way of Heaven is to benefit but not harm. The Way of Saints is to fight and not fight.
As Cristina's pen landed, the white shadow in front of them suddenly stopped.
The book with 81 chapters of Tao Te Ching written on it glowed brightly and slowly rose from the small desk.
The three of them looked at the Tao Te Ching floating in the air.
The next moment, they saw a black shadow rushing toward the Tao Te Ching, reaching out at lightning speed and grabbing the book.
"Shen Xing." Qian Wangsun shouted, "What are you doing, this book …"
Bang! The black shadow flashed and Shen Xing had already appeared in front of Qian Wangsun. The agility, explosiveness, reflexes, and other close combat abilities cultivated in the Knife Painting were fully displayed in this short distance of a few meters.
Before Qian Wangsun could react, his ribs had already been broken by Shen Xing's three consecutive punches. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
However, Zhou Bai's and Cristina's attacks were all blocked by the white shadow in front of them. Shen Xing was unscathed.
Zhou Bai glared at Shen Xing and said angrily, "Shen Xing! What are you doing! "
Shen Xing grabbed the book with one hand, his eyes wide open, and tears kept flowing down from the corners of his eyes.
He turned his eyes and tried his best to look at Zhou Bai. His mouth trembled slightly, and he let out a silent cry.
"Kill me …"
The next moment, Shen Xing's head twisted bit by bit, almost turning 180 degrees, revealing the back of his head.
It was unknown when it started, but a pair of disproportionate eyes, one big and one small, had grown out of the back of his head, which was covered in blood scars. The eyes were bloodshot, and they stared at the book, revealing a fanatical color.
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