Chapter 917 Rising from Death

Brilliant.

The setting sun.

Passing through the bloody moon is an endless sky.

The green grass, green space, and bright sunshine completely swept away the haze and bloody atmosphere.

The breeze blew, fluttering my hair and robes. Looking back, I saw the boat staying not far behind me, but it seemed like it was far away from countless mountains and seas, with a hazy layer of grandeur.

"here?"

Yang Wu looked into the distance in surprise.

He also thought that the Asura Treasure House would be a solemn, heavy and dark place.

Unexpectedly, it was indeed so relaxing, as if he had returned to his childhood again, running carefree on the green grass under the sunshine.

Tu Shanjun frowned slightly.

Look up to the sky.

Asked: "Is the sky in the underworld so different?"

A strange color flashed across Luo Manping's eyes.

Thinking of this person's origin, he laughed and said: "The five worlds are separated by barriers, and the same is true in the underworld." Then he made a gesture, clamped the hollow, and said: "The barriers are the barriers."

"The five great worlds are above, the underworld is below, and the domain is in the middle?"

Luo Manping nodded while thinking: "Absolutely."

He sighed again and said: "But no one knows which world is above and which world is below. Maybe the five worlds are not in the same position to begin with. Even if it is a cultivating monk like me,

Without seeing the appearance of the Dharma, one cannot see through the relationship between the other worlds at all."

Tu Shanjun looked serious and said: "In this way, the underworld is not a domain, but another world."

He now finally understands the relationship between the underworld and the realm. No wonder he always feels that the underworld has order, while the realm is chaotic.

Although the underworld has powerful monks, it is not as weird as the barrier.

It was indeed the time when he crossed the barrier that left a deep impression on Tu Shanjun, otherwise he would not be so obsessed with the relationship between the barrier, the five worlds and the underworld.

Luo Manping was thoughtful.

Indeed, no one has suggested that the underworld is also part of the world.

"It's a good idea. The underworld is because there is no such strong barrier between it and the barrier. It seems to be mixed together. In fact, if you look at it separately, the underworld is the underworld, and the barrier is the barrier."

Yang Wu had a puzzled face and didn't know what the two were talking about. It must be something profound.

Tu Shanjun said no more.

After so many years, he finally gradually integrated the knowledge in the classics with his own experience. It was like the familiarity that emerged from combining textbooks with practice, which allowed him to further his understanding of the world, and his personal realm also moved forward again.

Only then did he finally understand why the ancients divided saints into the lower three and the upper two. In fact, they should be divided into two realms, virtual saints and real saints.

The realm of mountains and seas merges with the legal realm to form a small realm within the body. Once the small realm is possessed, a living being will naturally be born.

Only when this creature transforms from emptiness to reality can it truly complete the third step, refining emptiness.

And this living being is the Dharma Appearance of the Saint.

"From virtuality to reality."

"The Dharma of the Saint."

Tu Shanjun's black and red eyes burst into light.

He turned around suddenly and saw that there was nothing behind him, but he seemed to have caught something.

He finally understood why the ancients said that virtual gods should choose real objects, preferably living beings, because real existence means that they can more easily transform from virtual to real.

From virtual saint to real saint.

The realms of practice seem to be unrelated, but in fact they are closely connected. No wonder those Taoist disciples have to reach the ultimate level of spiritual transformation, because the ultimate level of spiritual transformation means that their virtual heaven and supernatural powers have reached their limit in the venerable realm.

In this way, when they step into the sainthood, they will be able to walk on plain ground and save countless hard work.

Tushanjun, who had reached this stage, couldn't help but sigh.

He was a Yeluzi at first, and later became a disciple of Taiyi Sect. However, the inheritance of the sect is all in the jade statue, which needs to be gained step by step. When he left the sect, his realm was not high. Today, the inheritance in him has obviously been

Not quite enough.

"The general trend is still beneficial."

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly.

At least in terms of inheritance, they have a long and uninterrupted history, and can guide future generations to the maximum extent, without taking too many detours. Sometimes, taking one less detour can take a step further on the road.

Now that the sect has put things right, he must return to the Taiyi Shengxian Sect.

But it's definitely not now, when we have to be able to retrieve Daojun's soul no matter what.

Now I still use Yangwu's identity to observe the Asura clan's inheritance, and then find a way to revive the dead from Yangwu.

Thinking of this, Tushanjun looked sideways at Yang Wu. Although this kid is very good, he no longer accepts disciples.

Moreover, the most important thing is that even if he can still recruit disciples, it will not help. He now wants to see if King Asura's Tao inheritance and flesh and blood body can allow Martingale Wu to survive.

As Tu Shanjun said, the price has been paid.

Luo Manping did not say anything to interrupt the red-haired ghost saint beside him who was trapped in the Taoist rhyme. He stood quietly aside and looked at Yangma Wu. If Yangma Wu made any move, he would stop him.

When they have reached this stage, enlightenment is extremely difficult, and there is no need to deliberately mess it up.

Maybe they had friction and quarrels at the beginning, but those were minor things.

Compared to the great road, many things seem small and unworthy of mention.

Tushanjun, who came back to his senses, slightly raised his hands to signal.

Luo Manping returned the gift, laughed and said: "It seems that fellow Taoist has gained a lot."

Now he is even more convinced of the identity of Tu Shanjun, a monk of the Ming Dao. The other party obviously places his trust in Martingale Wu.

Without looking at Yang Wu walking all the way, the aura of the ghost saint became more and more solid. Now he is even more restrained and contemplative, and the restless aura of spiritual intelligence has been completely calmed down, giving him the air of a saint.

"Fortunately, I figured out some things."

"It's a good thing if you can figure it out."

Luo Manping sighed with emotion: "Fellow Taoist's talent is quite impressive."

Since the captain called him a young man, he must not be very old.

To be able to reach the third step at such a young age, and still achieve enlightenment in the third step, his talent and talent must be extraordinary, and he may not be able to compare with the young master of the rich family, the Son of God.

Compared to the top underworld clans, Asura is still far behind.

With that said, Luo Manping led everyone to walk away.

A few moments.

What comes into view is an ancient ruins.

What is said to be a ruin is actually just the smell of ancient wilderness, not dilapidation.

"There are eight palaces and eleven palaces in Shura's treasure house, and what we are going to is the Blood Nirvana Palace."

Luo Manping took out a bloody token and crushed it into pieces.

The three of them were immediately enveloped in divine light.

Suddenly I came back to my senses.

Already arrived at the shrine.

The shrine is so vast, coming here feels like entering another blessed land, with the bloody sun in the sky emitting cold light.

You can vaguely see a huge thing locked in the water. When it turns, the tree-like chain makes a sound like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring.

They stood on a high platform, as if they were standing on the edge of a cliff.

Yang Wu suppressed his fear and swallowed, and glanced down quietly. He was so frightened that a giant pale hand stretched out from the lake-like water and hit them hard.

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"Kneel down."

The young man was stunned for a moment.

Seeing Luo Manping, who had a somewhat sad look on his face, he shouted out seriously.

Yangwu glanced at Tushanjun beside him, and after receiving the instruction, he knelt on the ground.

Luo Manping looked at the behemoth that was chained, and then at the young man kneeling beside it, and said sternly: "From now on, you have a name, an origin, an inheritance, and a heel. Your name is Luo."

Yangwu, he is your father, the leader of the Asura clan."

"What's up with him?"
To be continued...