Chapter 285 Li Changsheng’s name spreads all over the world.

Author: Pig Heart and Shrimp

Chapter 285 Li Changsheng’s name spreads all over the world.

When the spring breeze blew over the Yellow River, Li Yi had already poured out the wine in the pot, and Wei Xi and others went to provide disaster relief or do their own things.

The matter has been solved, but it has not yet been successfully implemented. The city's post-disaster reconstruction, the return of the people who have just evacuated, the restoration of the suspended society, and many other things need to be organized by them.

They may not need to do it themselves, but there must always be someone who takes the lead. As the actual person in charge, Wei Xi must be on the front line of the disaster relief scene to inspire people.

Qingxuan and Du Shi rushed to Tianjian Mountain in a hurry, intending to take this opportunity to encircle and suppress the mysterious strong man who was holding the Sword Immortal back. There are very few strong men in the world who can restrain the Sword Immortal. Killing a person of this level and fighting with them.

The strong people who are enemies of China can indirectly save many people in the future.

Mo Luo left alone, saying that he wanted to consider which government office to work in. No one knew the details, and Li Yi didn't want to ask.

The two have some friendship, but they are not friends. They are more like rivals who once cherished each other. But now Li Yi is not Li Changsheng, let alone the 3000-year-old Li Changsheng.

The old man also said goodbye and left.

As for Li Yi, just as he said, outsiders have no job and are light-weighted. He doesn't want to take care of the following finishing work, and he won't take care of it.

Li Yi fell to the ground, returned to the bridge alone, and sat down as if he had come here in the first place.

"Senior Immortal, what are we doing here? Aren't we going home?"

Qiong Yu holds the Yin and Yang two-cylinder bottle of Qian Kun, which is taller than herself. At this moment, she already thinks of herself as the bottle-holding boy of an immortal.

Li Yi said: "They have their aftermath work, and I have mine. The flood will not subside in one day, and the underworld will not be able to connect with reality in an instant. It will probably take two or three days."

Most of the Yin Qi has been sucked into Li Yi's body, but there is still a small amount left in Huangquan. This small amount of Yin Qi will not cause much turmoil, but it is inevitable to breed ghosts, and there is no guarantee that anything bad will come from it.

Escape from the underworld.

Not everyone in the underworld is like Yuan, most of them are evil creatures who like to devour living beings.

Everything has returned to peace, but we don't know when the danger brought by the next revival of heaven and earth will come.

But as long as the sky doesn't completely fall, life will still be like fried dough sticks and soy milk.

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Mo Luo left Nanlu City. Because he was suspected to be an acquaintance with the immortal, the Qin government did not stop or follow him, and even extended an olive branch.

A top powerhouse can raise the security level of a region to a higher level. Its scope of influence is not only military power, but also affects the economic field.

The activities of top business groups pay the most attention to regional security. Part of the reason why Zhao has become an economic leader is because of Jianxian. They believe that if China falls in the future, Zhao will be the most likely place to support it.

Mara didn't agree, but he didn't refuse either. He just said he would consider it.

Somewhere in the mountain forest, plum blossoms hang on the branches and wild deer leap.

Māluo and the little black man were walking in the mud as if they were out on a spring outing. Those with advanced skills would be very surprised to see it. Because the two of them were walking on the earth's branches, every step affected a certain law, which in turn triggered a certain movement of the Wangchuan River.

A resonance.

The world they see in their eyes is a mess of threads, tangled together into a ball. All threads are essentially straight, but are bent due to the squeeze of the space barrier.

As long as the force is enough, the thread can be forcibly straightened.

This is the essence of migration.

The little black man is proficient in the laws of space, and no matter how thick and complicated the space barrier is, he cannot hide it from his eyes. But the target he is looking for today makes him a little dizzy.

"Senior, why did the world of the Holy Saint and the Sage turn into the Demonic Abyss in the end? I have read many ancient books, and it seems that many ancient saints like to refine the small world."

The little black man's tone sounded like a casual question, but the question he asked involved a secret that few people knew.

Some people speculate that places like Bodhi Realm and Demonic Abyss are actually explorations of the path of spiritual practice by our ancestors, but they failed. Others think that they were successful, but the changes in the laws led to the current situation.

No matter what the reason is, exploration of higher levels will always make people yearn for it, and it will always affect the curiosity of future generations of powerful people.

As a being from ancient times, Mo Luo should know why.

"What do you want to ask directly without beating around the bush? If I want to say it, I will say it naturally. If I don't want to say it, I won't say it even if you are thousands of miles away."

Mora could see through the little black man's mind at a glance. When he looked into his eyes, the little black man felt as if he had been seen through, as if everything was covered up in vain.

He continued: "This is an exploration of formlessness. As for whether they succeed or not, I am afraid only they themselves know. Even if it is instant formlessness, it is true, but I am afraid that the attempt will be in vain."

"What is formlessness?"

"The existence of truth without form transforms the universe of heaven and earth. All dharmas are empty. It is called formless."

The little black man chewed these two sentences carefully, understood their meaning, and forgot that all dharmas have no form.

Transforming into heaven and earth and forgetting all Tao and Dharma, isn't this the way to merge with Tao? No, transforming into heaven and earth, using one's body to transform into the way of heaven?

If that's the case, no wonder there are so many small worlds left behind.

"Since no one has succeeded, how did the seniors establish the formless state?"

"Because heaven and earth have long been determined, all the ways have reserved their places. In ancient times, there were those who were born to support the earth, and were granted great ways by heaven and earth, so they began to practice."

Mara's answer made the little black man's eyes widen slightly, and his breathing became slightly rapid, excited because he was exposed to another secret.

For practitioners, the most exciting thing is to see the road ahead. When the time was approaching in the little black man's previous life, he could feel an invisible, intangible, and insurmountable wall, which made him finally die with hatred.

die.

The wall is still there, but the road is illuminated.

It turns out that the next state is called formlessness.

"Then are the living immortals already in the formless state?"

Mara was silent for a long time after hearing this question. After thinking about it, when he finally gave the answer, his tone was still a little uncertain: "He...may be higher, or he may be in a different realm, or the formlessness can be divided into initial entry and perfection."

higher?!

The little black man stopped. Even if his facial features were covered with black, the shock could be seen just from his body movements.

"Senior, are you kidding me?"

In the world of cultivation, Qianyuan Mirror (Transformation of Gods) is already the top existence of the era. He believes that there is a formless state, but it is a bit outrageous to have it above the formless state.

Mara asked back: "I can kill you effortlessly. What do you think I am?"

The little black man was stunned for a moment and tentatively replied: "You no longer have a mirror?"

"Half of it, in our understanding of future generations, it means half a step without form."

Half a step has been taken, but the end point has never been reached.

Mo Luo pointed at himself and said: "Li Changsheng can slap me to death now. What state is he in?"

"..."

The little black man was immediately silenced.

Is Li Changsheng so strong? This senior is at the level of a Saint King after all. How could it be possible...

As soon as this doubt appeared, I immediately recalled the scene yesterday, where a thunderbolt fell and killed everyone in an instant.

"Senior, you didn't mean to fight with Li Changsheng for a hundred years..."

Mo Luo's expression froze and he said: "Ahem, I just recovered and my strength has not yet fully recovered. It is normal that I can't beat him."

"Does that mean you can block the purple divine thunder?"

"Why do you talk so much? Find the Demon Abyss for me quickly."

Now, for some unknown reason, Mo Luo is hidden in the depths of the Forgotten River, and Mo Luo cannot reach him by all means. If anyone in this world can find him, the little black man must be one of them.

"yes."

The little black man's understanding of Li Changsheng's strength reached a new level today, and he decided not to do anything that might offend him in the future.

He will be China Overseas’ international friend from now on!

About an hour later, the little black man stopped in a puddle, reached out and tapped the void, and a crack suddenly opened.

The two of them got into it without hesitation.

As soon as the scene changed, they came to a blood-red world, and all they could see was poisonous miasma and red liquid, which was a liquid condensed by some kind of blood evil.

The little black man suddenly felt a chill coming from all directions. He looked up and saw a green mountain standing up. It was a giant like a mountain. There were poisonous sores on it like volcanic craters, emitting poisonous gas that could kill the golden elixir.

On the mountain made of piled bones on the left, a jade skeleton sits there, showing its charming appearance, and the dim light in its eyes seems to be able to attract people's soul.

A bare black mountain on the right sat quietly, the most peaceful place, but it gave him a chill that penetrated into his bones.

Behind him is a man with blood-red skin and a height of nearly eight feet. Every inch of his body is filled with the ultimate sense of power. There are fangs in the corners of his slightly cracked mouth, full of animality and fierceness.

There were four more beings who could be judged to be more powerful than themselves just by their breath. The little black man sighed sincerely that every mountain is always higher than the next.

I don’t know how many strong men have been hidden since the beginning of this world. Those strong men on the surface are not enough to see. On average, these few are at the level of the Shenzhou Town. The one behind him should be the Great Demon of the Heavenly Corpse. I’m afraid he is not as good as the Sword Immortal.

weak.

Wait, wasn't he beaten to death by an immortal?!

Mara was the first to speak: "I haven't seen the Five First Saints for a long time. I didn't expect that you have fallen into this state. From pure to turbid, you are stained with black."
To be continued...