In an abandoned pavilion a few miles away, Second Senior Brother looked indifferently in the direction of the mountain. Just a moment ago, the mountain suddenly disappeared. Whether it was seen with the naked eye or perceived, it no longer existed.
Standing behind Second Senior Brother, Chen Pipi scratched his head anxiously as his heart itched.
Great Divine Priest of Light and Master Yan Se were two super powerhouses at the peak of the Knowing destiny State and even half a step beyond the Five States. It was not easy to see. In the past decades, except for the storms that Youngest Uncle once cut with his sword, there were only a few. How could he not be curious?
There was nothing but wind and snow over there, but Second Brother still looked at that place with an indifferent expression, as if he could see everything clearly. His eyes did not emit crystal light, but were filled with a very serious and righteous aura. Wherever his eyes passed, all the wind, snow, and leaves avoided him in fear.
Chen Pipi knew that Second Brother could see the movement on the mountain, so he nervously rubbed his hands and asked, "Senior Brother, what's the situation now? Did they fight? Sangsang should be fine, right? Otherwise, I can't explain to Youngest Brother. "
Second Brother slightly frowned and impatiently said, "Shut up and watch."
Chen Pipi immediately shut up and thought bitterly, "How can I watch it if I can't see it?"
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Master Yan Se took out something from his arms and solemnly handed it to Sangsang, and then said a few words.
Great Divine Priest of Light looked at Sangsang tenderly, gently put an ID token in her hand, and then touched her head.
At this time, what was said were all last words, and what was told were all things after. But no one knew who said the last words and who would really leave a lot of things for Sangsang to deal with.
Master Yan Se walked to the edge of the cliff and closed his eyes to meditate.
Great Divine Priest of Light walked to the other side of the cliff and calmly looked at the morning sun in the snow.
Master Yan Se opened his eyes.
Great Divine Priest of Light withdrew his eyes.
Master Yan Se looked at the calm face of his old friend and suddenly laughed. He stretched out his right hand and gently waved his sleeve. Intentionally or unintentionally, a big talisman was formed. The talisman was so powerful that it could not be described. Being called by the talisman, thousands of rocks floated from the ground and densely covered the air, like countless huge solidified raindrops.
His slender fingers, which seemed to have the plump and tender feeling of a girl from the House of Red Sleeves, slightly trembled, and the Mountain Talisman moved.
The mountain rocks that seemed to have solidified all over the mountain whistled down, and it was like a vast rainstorm on a summer night that struck the mountain with a bang. Instantly, it caused countless holes to appear on the hard mountain cliffs, and gravel that covered the sky and blotted out the sun sprayed out.
Great Divine Priest of Light calmly stood in the rain of rocks, raising his right hand over his head. His cotton-padded jacket which seemed to be still with the smell of hot and sour noodle soup and chicken soup.
A wisp of divine radiance burned on the tip of the index finger that was pure white like jade. The divine radiance didn't emit any power, yet it was pure and holy. No matter how it swayed in the rain of rocks that covered the sky, it didn't extinguish in the end.
As long as the divine light in the sky was not extinguished, the stone rain falling from the sky could not touch the old cotton-padded jacket worn by the old man.
The terrifying rain of rocks was still falling, and the splashing gravel was once again absorbed into the rain of rocks. It seemed as if it would never stop, and the snowflakes that were drifting down had already fled to some unknown place in fear.
The stone rain in front of him suddenly slanted, unable to avoid it.
The Haotian's Divine Flame around the tip of his index finger suddenly brightened up, illuminating the cliff that was suppressed by the rain of stones and snow. The flowers, grass, and trees all showed their true appearance.
The morning sun had already moved behind the clouds.
The index finger pointed at the sky on the cliff gave birth to a rising sun.
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Light was merciful and cold, gentle and powerful.
It illuminated the world, it was everywhere.
Those who follow it shall walk in the light, and those who forsake it shall walk in the darkness, and shall be destroyed.
The rocks between the cliffs, the grass between the rocks, the rustling flowers, the trees and the people under the trees, were all looked down upon by the light, and were afraid.
The rain of stones stopped raining down.
Snowflakes fell from the sky again and landed on the invisible rainbow barrier outside the mountain, turning into seven colors.
Master Yan Se slowly opened his eyes and felt the purest light in the world. He looked at the snowflakes in the colorful dawn outside the cliff expressionlessly and gently flicked his sleeves.
The Taoist sleeves swept horizontally in front of him, like a straight line, whistling through the wind and sweeping away all obstacles.
As the Taoist sleeves waved horizontally, the faint horizontal stone crack on the cliff suddenly became clear.
The two muddy paths between the trees suddenly hardened. The mud that had been softened by the melting snow instantly became something harder than rocks. The mud seemed to have become a miniature river and mountain.
The Taoist sleeves waved horizontally, and the stone crack on the cliff also moved horizontally.
The two muddy mountain roads that turned into a great river and mountain were two vertical lines.
Two horizontal lines and two vertical lines.
Two horizontal lines and two vertical lines.
It was a well.
This talisman made of the cliff clothes stretched between heaven and earth, and it had begun to spread around the bright lines to show its contempt, disdain and pride, because it was the most powerful Jing Fu.
The well was the system of sealing fields. It had the meaning of ancient rites and the beginning of wonderful theories.
But the simplest and most powerful Jing Character Intent was a simple line cutting, the kind of balanced and perfect cutting of space, the cutting of heaven and earth.
The Jing Fu fell on the cliff, and the cutting lines, no matter big or small, all went deep and subtle.
The rocks rolling between the cliff were all broken into powder.
The grass and trees shrinking between the cliff were all broken into powder.
The snowflakes fluttering over the cliff were all broken into powder.
The cold wind passing through the cliff was all broken into powder.
Finally, the cliff was broken.
The omnipresent light also became dim and fragmented because of the fragmentation of space.
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This was the ultimate state of Talisman Taoism pursued by Master Yan Se.
The "well" talisman on the cliff was the one that had the true unwavering will. Not only could it cut through everything in the world, but it could even cut through space. It was thousands of times stronger than the "well" talisman that Wang Jinglue had encountered on the rainy night of the Spring Breeze Pavilion.
The light always needed space to walk. When the space was broken, how could it shine?
The Great Divine Priest of Light looked at the countless thin lines in front of him and sighed in his heart. He knew that at this moment, Yan Se finally stopped thinking about other problems and took the first step beyond the Five States.
The Talisman Taoism that had the ability to make Haotian's Divine Light dim and even break had gone beyond the scope of Haotian's permission.
His cotton sleeves had been cut into pieces, and the cotton had also been cut into pieces by the talisman. There was a glittering light outside the skin of his arm, which had become thinner and thinner under the powerful Jing Fu. But his bare arm pointed to the sky in the east, and his index finger was burning with bright Divine Light, which was very firm and persistent.
Perhaps it was his firm and persistent belief in the light that moved the creator of the heavens above …
The Great Divine Priest of Light seemed to understand something. He looked at the clouds quietly, and his deep eyes were crystal clear. His old cheeks were full of tears, and he murmured, "Thank Haotian for giving me strength."
The sun outside the clouds suddenly shone brightly. A majestic force passed through the snow and clouds, ignoring the distance and the broken space between the cliff, and directly poured into his old body.
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