"In other words, without the ego, there would be no greater self. Without one's own meager swordsmanship, one would not be able to understand the sword style."

“Although the ego is shallow and despicable, with demons in the heart, flowing desires, and full of ignorance and prejudice, it is the prerequisite for ‘sanctification’.”

"The way of swordsmanship I cultivate, although it is insignificant and superficial, is still the step to achieve the origin of swordsmanship..."

"In fact, all the basic swordsmanship of the Taixu Sect is originally intended to allow disciples to cultivate their 'ego', and finally use it to cut off, approach the origin of swordsmanship, and achieve the great path..."

"So that's it..." Mo Hua was shocked and suddenly realized.

If his ancestor had not told him this truth, he would have never imagined it on his own.

The purpose of cultivating one's own swordsmanship is to cut off...

The wisdom of our ancestors is truly profound and profound.

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, but his expression changed and he suddenly realized:

wrong!

What is this "cutting" method to kill one's soul?

That myself...

Mo Hua asked weakly: "Old Ancestor, when you kill your soul, don't you just...use your sword to 'kill' your own soul?"

"Use the sword to kill your soul?"

Ancestor Dugu was startled, then frowned and said, "Human souls are extremely fragile, how can they withstand being chopped off?"

"How can there be any fool in the world who would really 'cut off' his own soul?"

Ink painting: "..."

He didn't want to admit that he was the "idiot" himself.

After working on it for a long time, it turned out that he was practicing wrong again.

Killing one's life soul by oneself does not mean "killing" one's life soul oneself.

I "explained the meaning" and made a mistake...

Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh.

Ancestor Dugu looked at the ink painting like this. He thought for a moment, then was stunned and said in disbelief: "You don't know how to..."

"No!"

Mo Hua denied it and firmly refused to admit that he was a "fool".

Ancestor Dugu silently looked at the ink paintings without speaking.

Mo Hua asked weakly: "Old Ancestor, what would happen if he really 'killed' his life soul?"

"Really killing one's soul..."

Ancestor Dugu took a deep breath, frowned, and was about to speak, but suddenly his expression froze.

On his old face, the facial features instantly turned into nothingness, like human skin and white paper.

All kinds of double images of human faces are constantly appearing.

But this change was silent and occurred for a very short time. It only happened in a moment and soon returned to normal.

When Mo Hua noticed something strange and looked up, Patriarch Dugu still had the same face as before, and even the expression on his face did not change at all.

"It's nothing to kill one's own soul..." Ancestor Dugu said.

Mo Hua was startled, "Is it okay?"

Ancestor Dugu nodded, "I have said before, you are different from others. There are some things that others cannot learn, but you can; there are some roads that others cannot walk, but you can walk; similarly, if you kill your soul, others cannot.

, but you can..."

"The only problem is that it is not easy to kill one's own soul. You need to learn some special techniques."

"A special method?"

"That's right," Patriarch Dugu nodded and said, "You need to understand a certain way."

"Enlightened the Tao?" Mo Hua was curious, "What Tao?"

Ancestor Dugu looked solemnly and said slowly: "The 'ruthless' way."

"The ruthless way?"

Mo Hua's brows gradually wrinkled, and the more he listened, the more confused he became.

Ancestor Dugu looked indifferent and said without sadness or joy:

"The most important thing about the Taixu Divine Sword is the word 'kill'. The reason why it can kill gods is because it contains the original power and is integrated with the way of 'killing'."

"The way of annihilation, as the name suggests, is to annihilate emotions and desires."

"Cut off all your earthly emotions, and reach a state of being ruthless, selfless, and persistent. Only in this way can you truly cut off everything, understand the most supreme swordsmanship, and be like a mortal.

I want to kill the gods."

"This is called Taishang Qingdao..."

Mo Hua was shocked.

Taishang Zhanqing said...

Before he could think about it, Patriarch Dugu said again:

"This is a great law of 'Tao'. If you really cultivate it and integrate this Tao into the way of swordsmanship, you will be able to unite humanity and Tao and integrate the law of 'destruction'.

Use your body as a sword and your soul as a sword. Its sharpness is incomparable. There will be nothing in this world that cannot be cut!"

Ancestor Dugu looked at the ink painting: "Do you want to learn?"

Mo Hua was in a surging mood and nodded slowly.

"Good!" Ancestor Dugu's eyes lit up and he praised, "You are extremely talented, don't let it go to waste. I will teach you the Supreme Way of Killing Love, and teach you how to comprehend this supreme law of the Great Dao...

"

Ancestor Dugu stretched out his withered finger and tapped Mo Hua's forehead.

In an instant, a mysterious realization, mixed with the changes in the great road and the Sanskrit sounds from outside the world, poured into Mo Hua's mind.

It contains all kinds of incredible methods of enlightenment.

The ink painting only makes me feel that my mind is clear, and I have a kind of understanding that is close to the origin, integrated with the great road, and mysterious and mysterious.

An infinitely mysterious method was imprinted in his heart.

Mo Hua realized it in his heart. After an unknown amount of time, he slowly opened his eyes. There was a moment of emptiness in his eyes, and then he gradually came back to his senses.

"Do you remember them all?" Patriarch Dugu asked.

Mo Hua nodded, "I remember everything."

Ancestor Dugu had low eyesight and had high hopes for ink paintings. He said in a deep voice, "Study hard and understand well. What I teach you is the supreme Tao. Understand this Tao and turn it into a sword with Tao. Your sword skills will

Climb to the top and kill everything in the world!"

Mo Hua's expression perked up, he bowed three times to Ancestor Dugu, and said respectfully: "Thank you, Ancestor, for your kindness in preaching."

Ancestor Dugu nodded, then looked pleased and sighed: "Besides you, I have no one else to pass on to..."

Mo Hua saluted Patriarch Dugu again.

Ancestor Dugu then said, "Okay, go back and understand it well."

"Yes." Mo Hua said.

Ancestor Dugu tore open the void and sent the ink painting back to his disciple's residence.

After Mo Hua left, he was in a forbidden area.

The night was dark, the moonlight was cold, and the sword tomb was lonely.

Ancestor Dugu is still alone, sitting on the same spot, motionless, like a clay sculpture.

After a while, Ancestor Dugu suddenly came back to his senses, looked around, looked at the sky, and realized that Mo Hua had been sent away, his pupils suddenly shrank.

"What exactly...did I just...teach him?"

"No...it's those 'things', what did they teach this child..."

Ancestor Dugu's face was trembling, and his heart felt cold.
Chapter completed!