"Young Master, what did he do?!"
When the enraged Lu Xiaoxiao roared at Xie Yue, Xie Tian's three selves collapsed again and recovered in the golden-red light.
The recovery was very thorough. His three selves that had collapsed did not change at all.
Because of the two consecutive collapses, he, who was in a state of extreme calmness, discovered that his three selves, which he had already completed, had become slightly closer.
This was quite in line with his previous judgment of his own cultivation.
However, this kind of destruction and reconstruction was definitely not a good thing for him.
Even without looking, he knew that the second collapse had occurred. The golden-red light in his right eye had become slightly more intense.
At the same time, he also knew that he had taken another small step forward on the path of Buddha and Demon.
He left the Kingdom of the Nine States.
He left the Dark Blade.
He, who was alone, no longer had a smile on his face. His eyes were filled with an unprecedented daze and confusion.
"Why, why is it like this …
"The only thing I pursue is the word 'truth' …
"I only want to be myself …
"I swear a soul oath to slay the Buddha …
"Why does the power of the Buddha and the Demon make me so …"
…
Xie Tian had thought that using the Buddha to enlighten the Demon was a relatively safe path.
He, who had sworn a soul oath, would never be enlightened by the Buddha. Standing at this point, his comprehension of the Buddha and the Demon was equivalent to watching coldly from the sidelines.
However, even though his mind was hiding in the Dark Blade's residence, even though he had sworn a soul oath …
When he summed up the Buddha and the Demon as desire, he had also deviated from the word 'truth' that he had been pursuing and walked in the middle of the Buddha and the Demon.
It was as if there was an inexplicable power in this position between the Buddha and the Demon that had transformed into a mysterious barrier, covering the word 'truth' that he was pursuing. Not only could he no longer touch it, but he also didn't know if the word 'truth' that he persisted in was still the original word 'truth'.
To him, this was unimaginable.
Thus, he, who had left the Kingdom of the Nine States and hid in an unknown place, had to bear the weakness brought about by his loss alone.
At this time, he began to question himself.
This was the first of the eighty-one difficulties — the difficulty of the Buddha and the Demon.
Evil Moon had already seen this clearly, so he had two worries.
First, Xie Tian had embarked on the path of Buddhism. To kill Buddha was to kill oneself. If he did not kill himself, he would not be able to attain enlightenment and become a saint.
The second was that Xie Tian had embarked on the Devil's Path. Once that happened, the Devil that even he could not defeat would immediately sense Lu Feiyang from the Primordial Era. Doomsday would come.
But what even Evil Moon didn't know was …
Currently, Xie Tian, who was at a loss and lost in truth, was caught between the path of Buddhism and the path of Devil. He could not turn left, nor could he turn right.
Although he no longer had to worry about the two paths of Buddhism and Devil …
But what Xie Tian was suffering from came from the confusion of the word truth. It was unimaginable.
Fortunately …
"Nothing must happen to them."
The words that Xie Tian murmured could not pull him away from the heart of chiseling teeth like the words "I am Xie Tian" could. It could not save him from the bewilderment of self-doubt.
But at least he could be sure that what he was going to do this time would allow everyone in the Kingdom of the Nine States to survive.
As he exhaled, Xie Tian's eyes became calm and determined again.
Of course, if one looked closely, they would still be able to see a trace of confusion in the depths of his eyes.
If this trace of confusion was not suppressed, it would cause his three selves to collapse in less than two hours, and then be restored by the golden-red light.
Now that it was suppressed, the frequency of collapse and restoration was greatly reduced.
"The first thing I need to do is to determine how often this situation will occur …"
This was the most important thing.
Although this process did not last long, probably less than a breath's time.
But this less than a breath's time was completely out of Xie Tian's control.
Therefore, the time between the two collapses and the restoration was the time when he could really do things.
Xie Tian was just about to adjust his state of mind before following the path that Emperor Millet had taken …
"Hmm?"
His mind suddenly looked toward his sea of consciousness.
More accurately speaking, it was the blood coffin above his sea of consciousness that even the Dark Blade could not do anything about.
The blood coffin's devouring of Xie Tian continued at all times.
This kind of engulfing suppressed him in all aspects, including talent, bloodline, cultivation base, and combat prowess.
According to Xie Tian's estimation, the effect of this suppression was about thirty percent.
After almost two hundred years of engulfing, he was already used to this kind of engulfing. However, at this moment, he discovered that this harmful thing seemed to also be engulfing the mysterious power that separated him from the word "truth".
He did not know if it was an illusion, but Xie Tian forced himself to calm down. After a long while, he became calmer and more rational. When he looked at the blood coffin again, his blood-red eyes gradually contracted.
"Not only is it engulfing, it seems … it seems like the blood coffin's engulfing this mysterious power is more than thirty percent …"
After half an hour, he finally confirmed this point.
However, he was not happy, and his expression gradually darkened.
"If there was no blood coffin, what would I do …"
With this thought, a great fear instantly enveloped Xie Tian's three selves and went deep inside.
"I would be completely cut off from the word" truth ", and completely lose myself …"
Xie Tian muttered in self-mockery.
He did not expect that the blood coffin that had made him so angry and helpless had not only helped him greatly on the Prison Ancient Blood Platform in Rakshasa, but now had saved his life.
"Last time, I did not thank you, but this time, I must thank you."
Murmuring to the blood coffin, Xie Tian decisively withdrew his mind, adjusted for a moment, and set off again.
When Xie Tian stepped onto the path of Emperor Millet's escape, Emperor Millet, who had turned the white paper on the table into nothing, seemed to have constructed a complete plan in his mind …
He stood up.
He stretched.
He tidied up the emperor's crown and robe.
Then he opened the door of the cave abode with a sincere smile.
Outside the door, as he had expected, stood eight Black Cliff veterans who were far more experienced than him.
He felt that he could only defeat three of them.
Of the other five, three could defeat him.
The other two seemed to have the ability to kill him in an instant.
He was not surprised by this.
Because whether it was the eight ancient sects or the Heavenly Court, which was above the ancient sects, from a higher point of view, they were all places where they were raised.
Who were raised?
People who were qualified to become soldiers of the Black Cliff in the extraterrestrial battlefield.
Here, even the cultivation resources that they, the Heavenly Emperors, valued greatly and were proud of were all open to the soldiers.
If you still had Martial Merit, you could almost do whatever you wanted. You could even exchange for the cultivation techniques of Heavenly Emperors.
Because of this, the Heavenly Court's Heavenly Emperors were nothing here.
"So it's fellow Daoists." Emperor Millet smiled and gestured to the side. "Quick, invite them in."
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