Great Blue Night Watchman

The birth and death of the Heavenly Dao is a sign of the Heavenly Dao, but it is not just a sign that the saint is cut in half, it also indicates that the Heavenly Dao in this area will collapse, and the Heavenly Dao will collapse. Therefore, the eyes of the Heavenly Dao are closed to express mourning.

Various rumors and speculations have made billions of living beings in this world deeply uneasy.

This uneasiness has even spread to the front lines of the battle with the temple. There are also extremely uneasy suspicions and even rumors among the front line troops because the troops have not received combat orders for a long time.

An extremely depressing feeling enveloped the entire foreign land.

Everyone has a suffocating feeling as the bow string is slowly tightened...

The topic returns to Juedao Mountain.

On Juedao Mountain, at the top of the seven steps, it was as quiet as an eternity of night.

No birds chirping, no insects chirping, no human sounds...

Because this place is extremely special.

To get here, you need to understand the seven laws of heaven. Who can understand it for others?

Of course, there is another way to reach it, which is to use the saint's great supernatural power to reach heaven and earth to counteract the seven laws of heaven.

However, this approach is actually a false proposition.

The saints in this world will not be integrated into this side of heaven before inheriting the cause and effect of heaven. If you use the combat power of a saint to fight against the seven laws of heaven, heaven will directly regard you as a provocation. When the eyes of heaven open and close, you can probably relax Erase you.

Therefore, in the long span of three thousand years, no one of the eighty saints in this world dared to go to Juedao Mountain.

Perhaps there is only one kind of person who can reach here, and that is the saint of the authentic world of heaven.

No matter what path they practice, they can all come here.

However, is it possible for a saint from the human world to come here?

If you come, why?

Where heaven comes and goes, where opportunities and risks coexist, what do they want?

Suddenly, a whirlwind blew up on the sixth step.

Together with the whirlwind, a butterfly flies up...

Go straight to the seventh floor!

Yes, a butterfly, light and elegant, beautiful and harmless.

Such butterflies can be seen everywhere among flowers. However, the sudden appearance on the top of Juedao Mountain has never been seen in thousands of years, because this mountain is not a mountain in nature.

The vegetation, rocks, waterfalls and springs in the mountains are all unreal.

They are all interpretations of the Seven Laws of Heaven.

Above the seventh level is the Law of Chaos!

The law of chaos is the most terrifying. To enter chaos, you need to have the awareness to transform into chaos.

The butterfly fluttered its wings in the air and stared at the space in front of it, seeming to be a little scared.

That space was where the Heavenly Eye was once located. After the Heavenly Eye disappeared inexplicably, that space seemed to be the way of heaven marked by the Heavenly Eye, which was annihilated.

The way of heaven is annihilated in chaos, and there is also life sprouting in chaos. There is a certain chance that phantom roots will be born.

Is that phantom that is both real and illusory the legendary phantom root?

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "You are finally here!"

Along with this sound, a stone bloomed like a lotus, and a figure emerged from the stone. With a handsome and graceful appearance, standing proudly in white clothes, it was Lin Su.

Everything on the top of the mountain seemed to be frozen.

The butterfly's gently vibrating wings also seemed completely still in the air.

Lin Su's eyes fell on the butterfly and he smiled faintly: "The painting skills of the fairyland world are really unique. He turned into a magic eagle that day and destroyed three thousand Confucian temples. His domineering power was unparalleled. Today, I turned into a butterfly, but it is so light and has both charm and charm. It is truly a first-class achievement."

The butterfly didn't respond.

Lin Su's words seemed to be just talking to himself.

Lin Su strolled out: "This place is Jue Dao Mountain, and information cannot be transmitted. After all, one of you and I cannot make it down the mountain alive. No matter how deep the secret is, there is absolutely no need to keep it in this situation, right? ?”

"That's true!" Butterfly finally spit out three words.

The voice is infinitely old.

As soon as the voice fell, the butterflies in the air suddenly shook slightly, and the holy light filled the air. In the holy light, an old man with white hair slowly appeared.

"Painting Saint!" Lin Su breathed out softly.

"You didn't expect it, did you?" The painting saint stared at him, his eyes having long since lost the kindness of the past.

"I did doubt you a long time ago, but Fengya did something that made my doubts about you lessened."

"Oh? It's interesting, let's talk about it." Painting Saint said.

Lin Sudao: "Without any warning, I put the breaking news that Yue Ying was hiding in Taoyuan in front of you. You killed Yue Ying, but you intentionally or unintentionally left Yue Ying's soul behind, and in front of her , told her that I was the culprit for her identity being exposed. I guessed that you wanted to kill me through her hands, so I became suspicious of you. However, Feng Ya placed her in Taoshan, your place of enlightenment. The intention of framing you has weakened my suspicion of you."

The Painting Saint nodded lightly: "A mere moon shadow has subverted the understanding of the two saints in your heart. The thinking of a wise man is indeed extraordinary... However, you only saw Feng Ya's frame-up, but you did not see her. Another purpose.”

"I can probably see it now."

"Tell me, what is the second purpose?" Painting Saint narrowed his eyes slightly.

"The second purpose is to bind!" Lin Su said: "Yue Ying can be framed or tied up. You know where she comes from, and she knows where you come from. You are the same species. If you can't kill If the other party wants to silence you, using Yueying to bind the two of you tightly together is also a good way to silence them."

"Smart man! Really smart man!" The painting saint sighed.

"I'm not humble about this. I am indeed a smart person, and my intelligence is far beyond your imagination." Lin Sudao.

The painting saint said coldly: "What do you mean?"

"For example, the game in front of me! The Phantom Root game! It's a big hole I dug. You, a saint of this generation, jumped right in. Just tell me, am I smart or not?"

The painting saint's heart was filled with waves...

The phantom root situation?

Before Lin Su appeared, if someone said that this was a trap, he would not believe it. However, now the facts are there. He turned into a butterfly and went out alone. He reached the top of Juedao Mountain where no one could reach. Lin Su suddenly appeared. The appearance itself shows that all of this is a trap!

What situation is this?

Who laid out the plan?

Besides Lin Su, who else is in the game?

All this needs to be clarified.

Otherwise, after killing Lin Su, he will still be in great danger when he returns to the third heaven...

The Painting Saint closed his eyes gently, then slowly opened them: "Phantom Spirit Root, is this a game?"

Lin Su smiled: "Of course! When I entered the main hall of the palace that day, I proposed the Western Expedition. It was just incidental. What I really wanted to do was to set up a trap to kill you, the so-called eagle who destroyed three thousand Confucian temples a thousand years ago. The devil comes out."

"The great cause of the Western Expedition that caused the temple to become a turmoil was just incidental...the real goal was to lead this saint out. Does this mean that you didn't have a clear direction at all at that time?"

"Yes!" Lin Su said: "I have to say that if your invisibility rules hit others' gaps, it can easily lead them into misunderstandings."

Painting saint, famous for his paintings in the temple.

However, his paintings are orthodox paintings, following the basic line of returning reality to reality.

But that Eagle Demon is an anti-orthodox way of painting, taking the basic route of returning reality to fiction.

These are two different ways of painting, completely different.

In the eyes of ordinary people, as long as the monster is cultivating the Dao of Painting, it is natural to think of the Saint of Painting. However, top figures do not think this way. They see the problem in a much finer context, and their thinking will exclude this kind of painting. possible. Why? Because they know how difficult these two painting paths are, any one of them can take a lifetime of hard work, and the two paths go hand in hand, which sometimes makes the two paths different.

The more knowledgeable you are, the more psychological inertia you have.

Therefore, Lin Su was indeed misled at the beginning, and subconsciously excluded the painting saint.

Who would have thought?

It just happened to be him!

Therefore, the Painting Saint's invisibility rules are very clever. Being able to hit other people's psychological gaps is called cleverness.

A big stone in the painting saint's heart seemed to move away instantly, and in a moment he connected everything...

When Lin Su set up his strategy, he had no clear direction at all, proving that he had not been exposed.

Great, as long as Lin Su is killed now, even if Lin Su finds out his biggest secret, no other person will know about it. This is Jue Dao Mountain. Of course he knows that there is no message in the world that can come from Jue Dao. Daoshan issued.

As long as he couldn't spread this top-secret information, it didn't matter even if he fell into someone else's trap today. It could even be said that he had an unexpected gain, that is, he could personally eliminate this catfish that was causing turmoil in the third level.

Feeling at ease, the Painting Sage seemed to have inexplicably grown a few inches taller. He smiled softly: "I seem to understand your situation."

"Tell me about it!" Lin Su's expression was also calm and relaxed. The two of them seemed to be having an intense discussion, but there was just a cup of tea missing in their hands.

The painting saint said: "When you asked the elders about the phantom root, you actually knew that the phantom root was in Juedao Mountain. You also guessed that I could find this top-secret information, so you came here in advance and waited for me. Saint appears."

Lin Sudao: "You are wrong. There is no phantom spirit root in Juedao Mountain. In fact, except for Wu Xinhai, which is difficult to determine, there is no phantom spirit root in the world."

The painting saint frowned slightly: "No?"

Lin Su smiled: "The news you got from the contact person in the foreign land is a false news. I told them that anyone who inquires about the phantom spirit root should tell him that at the top of the seventh level of Juedao Mountain, the way of heaven has just arisen and died. A phantom root emerged."

The Painting Saint's heart felt like a level 10 typhoon sweeping across...

Foreign contact...

False news……

Deliberately misleading...

These things are unbelievable in themselves, and what is even more unbelievable is...how could he know this most hidden foreign contact? How could he possibly manipulate this contact into lying to him?

This is completely impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Lin Su smiled softly: "It's strange why I know your contact person, isn't it? It's even more strange why he listened to me, isn't it? Just because of one thing, the remaining thirty-six saints in the foreign land are already my own. ! Two of them told me that someone in the third heaven contacted them and planned to use their power to eliminate dissidents when necessary. Although they did not know who this expert in the third heaven was, they were sure. , this is a literary saint!”

The painting saint's eyes were filled with confusion: "The thirty-six saints are your own people? How did you impress them?"

"This is another great plan, which has nothing to do with the current situation!" Lin Su said: "You only need to know that you have been tricked today, and your road has come to an end, that's all!"

"Reached the end?" The pupils of the Painting Saint slowly shrank, as if a painting scroll had been rolled up for thousands of years...

"Yes, it has indeed come to an end!"

The Painting Saint smiled lightly: "Just because you have subdued thirty-six saints, do you think you can kill me? Don't forget, this is Juedao Mountain, and foreign saints dare not go to Juedao Mountain!"

Juedao Mountain, why did he dare to come?

Because he is the orthodox saint of this Tiandao, he can enter Juedao Mountain, and foreign saints are not native saints, so they cannot enter Juedao Mountain.

As long as these saints dare not enter, he will be the king on Juedao Mountain!

Even if these saints have many disciples, they are just cannon fodder in front of him!

Lin Su said, "Who said I need help from foreign saints?"

The painting saint's eyes slowly fell on his face...

Lin Su said, "It's time to verify a long-standing question. Let's see if I, a quasi-saint of heaven and a strange practitioner, can hunt down a saint of literature with my real ability!"

The painting saint stared at him for a long time.

Lin Su also stared at him quietly.

The two did not speak again, but it seemed that there was an endless frenzy centered on them, pushing the two to both sides of the Milky Way in an instant.

Of course, this is just seeming.

This is Juedao Mountain.

They have supernatural powers that can reach the sky, but it is impossible for them to go straight into the sky from here and perform a saint-level battle outside the sky.

It's just that the endless holy power seems to compress the space between them into an alternative world.

Five holy lights rose, born behind the painting saint's head.

Three holy lights rose, born behind Lin Su's head.

The holy power was surging, like a tidal wave. There was no wind, no sunshine, and strangely, no darkness between them. It was like a chaos.

Outside the chaotic vortex, two figures stood quietly.

Suddenly, the vortex swayed gently, and Lin Su retreated three steps.

But it was only three steps.

"He was confronted with the holy power of this saint, and he only retreated three steps! The quasi-saint of the Heavenly Dao is really strong!" said the Saint of Painting.

"The first level has been verified. In terms of holy power alone, I am not enough to compete with the saint, but the difference is not big!" Lin Su said.

The Saint of Painting murmured: "No wonder everyone says that the quasi-saint of the Heavenly Dao is not the level that should be under the Heavenly Dao, and he is really a monster!"

He raised his hand lightly, and an antique scroll suddenly unfolded.

Once the scroll was completed, it was as if another world had been formed, and Lin Su was directly sucked in.

Lin Su opened his eyes, raised his hands lightly, and with a chi sound, everything in this world was involved in the turbulent space, and the scroll trembled wildly in the air.

The Saint of Painting exclaimed: "Law of Space!"

Lin Su punched out!

With a loud bang, the ancient scroll was torn into countless pieces and turned into flying butterflies.

Lin Su lightly brushed his sleeves: "The second level has been verified. Your so-called sacred artifact of painting is vulnerable to me!"

The painting saint said coldly: "The so-called sacred artifact is just made by the saints. What does it count for? The strongest place of the saints is the holy domain!"

As soon as his voice fell, his whole person suddenly changed.

His clothes were raised, covering the sky and the sun, his feet were transformed into two giant peaks, his belt was exposed, a long river, his eyes were opened, one day and one month, his hands were raised lightly, and the five fingers of the giant mountain came down on his head. Every time he descended a little, he performed a wonderful picture, or a thousand miles of jungle, or a thousand miles of yellow sand, or a raging tide, or a giant sword opening the sky.

The endless holy power locked Lin Su's whole body tightly, making him face the blow in the holy domain, as if facing a world of punishment.

This is the holy domain of the saint!

The strongest means of attack!

Lin Su sighed: "Your holy domain clearly has traces of the painting path of turning reality into emptiness. In the previous moves, no one could see the clues?"

The voice of the painting saint came down from the sky, just like the voice of the heaven: "In the past, the holy domain was not fully exerted. It was so suffocating for three thousand years. Today, I can finally let go and exert it. It's so refreshing."

Lin Su looked up at the sky and laughed: "You have your holy domain, and I also have my quasi-saint realm. Let's see if my unique quasi-saint realm can deal with the murderous intent of the holy way!"

As soon as his voice fell, nine peaks rose from the ground!

On the Ci Peak, there was a bright moon. In the bright moon, a golden armored general bent his bow and shot an arrow into the sky!

With a bang, the Five Finger Mountain pressing down from above suddenly stopped.

On another peak, the sound of a flute suddenly rose, and it was the first killing song of the music path, "Swordsman"!

As soon as "Swordsman" came out, it was like mud and sand rolling, and the Five Fingers Mountain in the sky suddenly cracked.

The painting saint was shocked: "Man Jiang Hong, "Swordsman", are they so powerful?"

"It's not the poetry and music that are powerful, but I, Lin Su, am powerful!" Lin Su said: "Don't forget this."

The painting saint laughed: "You are really arrogant, then use all your means!"

As soon as his voice fell, the mudslide in the sky suddenly turned into a picture of spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Who in the world can avoid the spring rain?

The song "Swordsman" was suppressed by the storm.

The bright moonlight in the sky was swallowed by the thick clouds.

However, Lin Su's military road Great Wall suddenly shook, and thousands of troops rushed up to the sky...

Yin and Yang Bagua transformed into two black and white vortexes, sweeping across the sky...

The thousands of miles of yellow sand below the thousands of miles of farmland covered by the farmers seemed to have suddenly completed the sand control and recultivation...

On the peak of the novel, there was a murderous aura, and there were two giant snakes, one white and one blue, and even a bald Fahai...

The two collided, and the murderous aura was instantly overwhelming.

The battle was directly white-hot.

Everything in the Holy Land of Painting Saint was his killing weapon.

And everything in Lin Su's quasi-holy world was also his killing weapon.

The killing sound shook the earth, and the whole Holy Land was in turmoil.

In the air, there were five faint holy lights. In this fierce battle, the light swayed, as if it was a torch in the wind.

On the ground, there were three holy lights, and the light was also swaying, as if it had become three fishing lanterns in the sea...

Suddenly, the military city suddenly rose up and turned into thirty-six military formations. When the military formations were combined, a golden line quickly shuttled through and turned into a strange formation.

A peerless killing formation!

It was not the peerless killing array seen in the past, but the reverse operation of the peerless killing array. The target was no longer everything in the peerless killing array, but like an atomic bomb, the shock wave was centered on the military city and swept across thousands of miles...

Wherever the shock wave carrying the holy light of the quasi-saint of heaven went...

The river evaporated.

The peaks were flattened.

The Five Finger Mountain in the sky was shattered.

The floating clouds in the sky were swept away...

Behind the peerless killing array, the bright moon followed, and the golden armored general stood in the bright moon. With a huge bow in his hand, the golden arrow opened the world.

The song of "Swordsman" was unprecedentedly fierce. Under the sound wave, everything turned into mud and rock flow.

Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing seemed to have consciousness, and their thousand-foot Dharma bodies swept across thousands of miles.

The bald Fahai was of course rebellious at this moment. He followed the two snakes and used his Buddhist magic to harvest all kinds of enemies in the holy land...

The five holy lights in the sky were hit by this shock wave, and the holy lights were almost extinguished.

With a loud bang, the painting saint retreated a hundred feet away. Lin Su's eyebrows flickered, and the whole world seemed to be absorbed into his eyebrows at the same time.

There were a few hard-to-find blushes on his face: "The third level has been verified. In terms of literary attainments, you are not as good as me!"

The endless surprise that the painting saint had just shown was suddenly replaced by a murderous intent as thick as suffocation...

His eyes seemed to have suddenly become a rotating kaleidoscope, and his voice was infinitely cold: "Don't be complacent, this saint is not just a literary saint!"

As soon as his voice fell, his finger suddenly stretched out.

With a light stroke of his finger, the whole world seemed to be suddenly quiet.

The world is paper, and the finger is a paintbrush...

With one stroke, the world is left with a mark!

The whole world seemed to be completely separated by his finger!

This finger, and the heavenly punishment that Lin Su saw that day, are almost the same to the naked eye!

"Draw the world with one finger!" Lin Su was moved: "Is this the true power of the foreign painting art?"

"It is also a unique skill that this saint has never used in the past three thousand years!" The painting saint was like the master of heaven and earth at this moment, and his voice seemed to come from thousands of miles away: "You should die with your eyes closed under this saint's 'brush falling on mountains and rivers'!"

Lin Su raised his head slowly...

Every time he raised his head, there seemed to be a layer of mystery above his head...

He said: "Although the mountains and rivers are beautiful, they cannot escape the laws of the universe! Chaos gives birth to lotus!"

As soon as the voice fell, Lin Su drew his sword!

The sword pointed directly at the painting saint's finger!

When the swords touched, the whole body of the Painting Saint was shaken...

"Sword of Heavenly Dao!"

"This is the real reason why I brought you to Juedao Mountain. This Sword of Heavenly Dao was born here. Only on this Juedao Mountain can its power be maximized!"

With a loud bang, the whole body of the Painting Saint exploded, and everything about him turned into chaos, including his Yuanshen, his Sainthood, and the imprint of the void that he had just drawn with one finger, all turned into chaos...

In the chaos, a blue lotus bloomed silently, and in the blue lotus, a crystal-clear Sainthood floated on the blue lotus.

Lin Su gently stretched out his hand, and the Sainthood appeared in his palm.

Lin Su gently stroked the Sainthood, his face full of entanglement.

He is currently a quasi-saint of Heavenly Dao, and his next step is to become a saint.

For him, there are two thresholds to becoming a saint, both of which are extremely difficult. One is the Sainthood Machine, and the other is the Sainthood Merit.

The Sainthood Machine is the bridge for Heavenly Dao to communicate with him, and the Sainthood Merit is the recognition of Heavenly Dao for him.

Holy machines are hard to find, especially the holy machines of literature and Taoism that match his identity as a scholar, but the holy rank in his hand, which comes from an authentic saint of literature and Taoism, is the best holy machine.

As long as he integrates this holy rank, he will capture the holy machine, and he will have solved the first difficulty in his journey to sainthood.

But, the thing is afraid of "but"

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