The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

He took a deep breath.

The concept of "true selflessness" is on the verge of collapse.

The true blood of all industries is almost gone.

The left arm disappeared.

The body is caught in the gap between time and reality.

even so.

The desolation has not receded.

His primordial spirit transcended the connection between the selfless Dharma form and fell directly into Jiang Mingzi's Dharma corpse.

Wilderness, Zhuo Zhao, and the Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries.

The boundaries between the three are beginning to blur.

White granulation tissue gushed wildly from Huang's wound.

His face gradually melted.

The body began to collapse towards the pale, corpse.

[The Dharma of No-Self.]

Huang's voice slowly rose.

The calmness chilled Zhuo Zhao to the bone.

【True Selflessness and Rebirth!】

Flesh and blood disintegrated.

The primordial spirit is burning.

Huang gazed at the crimson sea of ​​swords that was about to engulf Zhuo Zhao, and slowly closed his eyes.

Good luck!

We can't win this battle on our own.

Zhuo Zhao: ? ? ?

She sensed that this time Huang was not going to return to the past.

Or was he going to commit suicide?

Is this a vote?!

What the hell are you doing?!

[There's someone who can fight.]

Huang continued speaking:

I'm just temporarily leaving to let him come over.

I will appear in one minute.

If Gao Haoguang were here, he would definitely come.

Zhuo Zhao was taken aback.

【who?】

Huang did not answer.

The body simply dissolves gradually.

In his gradually dissolving body.

A figure that Zhuo Zhao both knew and hated deeply gently extended a hand.

【Certainly!】

next moment.

The sea of ​​swords, like divine punishment, froze.

Under Gao Haoguang's incredulous gaze.

A "someone" who never appeared from beginning to end, but who did exist, slowly emerged from Huang's body.

Almost the instant he could make out the figure, Gao Haoguang's pupils contracted sharply.

"Haishan... is gone?!"

I need to take a day off to save my life; I'll update tomorrow during the day.

rt.

I've been staying up too late lately, and just now I suddenly felt dizzy and had heart palpitations; it was like the world went black for a moment.

A sophisticated young man with a throbbing headache and a racing heart.

I'm really sorry, I can only update later tomorrow.

Chapter 118 That figure, without a doubt! (9K)

Between the sea and the sky.

Thirty-six thousand flying swords hung in the sky.

The vast, crimson river of swords, already carrying truth and falsehood, and the passage of time, poured down from the sky.

But at this moment.

The Sword River has frozen.

Each sword hovered in mid-air, its tip barely touching the sea surface.

The crimson light flowing along the sword was still flashing, as if it had been cut out from time and embedded into a still painting.

The waves stopped, and the moonlight froze.

Even the myriad tentacles of karma that descended from another world remained in a slow, wriggling posture, frozen at the edge of the sky.

In the silence.

From Huang's gradually collapsing body, a bluish-gray hand slowly emerged.

Then came a face that Gao Haoguang knew all too well.

Heterochromatic eyes.

A loosely hanging Taoist robe.

The three marks should have symbolized the fairy islands of Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou.

But those marks have now been soaked in bright red blood, twisted into blasphemous patterns representing the Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries.

That face still looks young.

The corners of his mouth even held that ambiguous smile that Gao Haoguang remembered.

But the bluish-black skin, the protruding fangs at the corners of the mouth, and the undisguised greed for life deep in the heterochromatic eyes all point to one thing.

This is a corpse.

A Nirvana corpse with the form of Hai Shan Liao and the flesh and bones of Wan Ye Zhen blood.

She seemed to sense his gaze.

The Taoist with heterochromatic eyes who emerged from the desolate body raised his head.

A hint of human gentleness actually surfaced in those murky, greedy eyes.

He smiled slightly.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

After a pause, he added that long-forgotten form of address as if it were perfectly natural:

"Brother Haoguang."

boom!

The moment the words fell.

Gao Haoguang felt a chill run down his spine.

A certain indescribable emotion exploded from the bottom of my heart without warning!

What he had once buried deep in his memory burst forth like a tidal wave, shattering all the barriers built by reason.

Wangchuan Academy.

A narrow talisman room.

A desk piled high with waste paper.

The first failed attempt at creating a blood-generating rune.

A burnt talisman for rejuvenation.

Haishan is lying on the table pretending to be dead.

And then there was that young man who pointed to a clump of ash that was completely shapeless and confidently declared, "This is a completely new form of art."

The images flashed by in succession.

Then there are the three truths.

It's about walking side by side time and time again.

When the Sun Sword was first formed, Hai Shan's face was burned black, but he still stubbornly insisted that the heat was just right.

This is the last time we'll part ways.

It was right after they reunited.

The corpse that had been cleaved in two by the Black Hole Sword and lay in his arms.