SFS Chapter 1072 Visitors from Juedao Mountain
Chapter 1072 Visitors from Juedao Mountain
Chapter 1072 Visitors from Juedao Mountain
The birth and death of the Way of Heaven is an omen of the Way of Heaven, but it is not just an omen that the saint will cut it in half. It also indicates that the Way of Heaven on this side will collapse. The Way of Heaven will collapse, so the Eye of Heaven closes its eyes to show mourning.
All kinds of rumors and speculations make billions of living beings in this world deeply uneasy.
This kind of uneasiness has even spread to the front line of the battle with the Temple. There are extremely uneasy speculations and even rumors among the front-line troops because the troops have not received combat orders for a long time.
An extremely oppressive feeling enveloped the entire foreign land.
Everyone felt as if a bowstring was slowly being tightened and they were suffocating...
Let’s get back to the topic of Juedao Mountain.
On Juedao Mountain, at the top of the seven steps, it was as quiet as the eternal night.
There are no birds singing, no insects chirping, no human voices...
Because this place is extremely special.
To get here, one needs to fully comprehend the seven principles of heaven. Who among ordinary people can comprehend them?
Of course, there is another way to get there, which is to use the saint's great supernatural powers to counter the Seven Heavenly Daos.
However, this approach is actually a false proposition.
The saints of this world are not integrated into the Heavenly Dao before they take over the cause and effect of the Heavenly Dao. You use the fighting power of a saint to fight against the Seven Laws of the Heavenly Dao. The Heavenly Dao directly regards you as a provocation. When the Eye of the Heavenly Dao opens and closes, it can probably wipe you out easily.
Therefore, during the long span of three thousand years, none of the eighty saints in this world dared to climb Mount Juedao.
Perhaps there is only one kind of person who can reach here, and that is the saint of the authentic heavenly world.
No matter what kind of religion they practice, they can all come here.
However, is it possible for a saint from the human world to come here?
If you come, what is the purpose?
In this place of life and death, where opportunities and risks coexist, what else do they want?
Suddenly, a whirlwind blew up on the sixth step.
A whirlwind came and a butterfly fluttered up...
Go straight to the seventh floor!
Yes, a butterfly, light and elegant, beautiful and harmless.
Such butterflies can be seen everywhere among the flowers, but their sudden appearance on the top of Juedao Mountain has never been seen in thousands of years, because this mountain is not a mountain in essence.
The vegetation, rocks, waterfalls and streams in the mountains are not real.
They are all deductions of the Seven Laws of Heaven.
Above the seventh layer is the law of chaos!
The law of chaos is the most terrifying. To enter chaos, one needs to have the awareness of becoming chaos.
The butterfly flapped its wings in the air, staring at the space in front of it, and seemed to be a little afraid.
That piece of space was where the Sky Eye was once located. After the Sky Eye disappeared inexplicably, that piece of space seemed to be the Heavenly Dao represented by the Sky Eye, which had been annihilated.
The way of heaven is annihilated in the chaos, but life also sprouts in the chaos, and there is a certain probability of the birth of phantom spiritual roots.
Is that shadow, which seems both real and illusory, the legendary phantom root?
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "You are finally here!"
Along with the sound, a piece of stone bloomed like a lotus, and a figure emerged from the stone. He had a handsome and elegant appearance, and stood proudly in white clothes. It was Lin Su.
Everything on the top of Juedao Mountain seemed to be frozen.
The butterfly's gently fluttering wings also seemed to be completely still in the air.
Lin Su's eyes fell on the butterfly and he smiled faintly: "The painting skills of the Immortal Realm World, turning reality into illusion, are really unique. On that day, it turned into a magic eagle and destroyed three thousand Confucian temples. Its domineering power was unparalleled. Today, it turned into a butterfly, but it is so light and graceful. It is really a first-class accomplishment."
The butterfly didn't react.
Lin Su's words seemed to be just his own talk.
Lin Su walked out and said, "This is Juedao Mountain. Information cannot be transmitted here. One of us will not be able to get down the mountain alive. No matter how secret it is, there is no need to keep it in this situation, right?"
"That's true!" Butterfly finally uttered three words.
The sound is infinitely old.
As the voice fell, the butterflies in the air suddenly shook slightly, holy light spread, and in the holy light, a white-haired old man slowly appeared.
"Saint of Painting!" Lin Su exhaled softly.
"You didn't expect that, did you?" The Painting Saint stared at him, the former kindness in his eyes had long disappeared.
"I did doubt you a long time ago, but Fengya did something that made me less suspicious of you."
"Oh? That's quite interesting. Tell me about it." said the Painting Saint.
Lin Su said: "Without any warning, I put the explosive news of Yueying hiding in Taoyuan in front of you. You killed Yueying, but left her soul intentionally or unintentionally, and told her in front of her that I was the culprit for her identity being exposed. I guessed that you wanted to use her to kill me, so I became suspicious of you. However, Fengya placed her in Taoshan, your place of enlightenment, with the intention of framing her, which reduced my suspicion of you."
The Painting Saint nodded gently: "A mere shadow of the moon has overturned the cognition of the two great saints in your mind. The thinking of a wise man is indeed extraordinary... However, you only saw Fengya's frame-up, but failed to see her other intention."
"Now I sort of see it."
"Tell me, what is the second purpose?" The Painting Saint narrowed his eyes slightly.
"The second purpose is to tie you up!" Lin Su said, "A moon shadow can be used to frame you or to tie you up. You know where she came from, and she knows where you came from. You two are birds of a feather. If you can't kill each other to silence them, using a moon shadow to tie you two together tightly can also be a way to silence you."
"Smart man! Really smart man!" The Painting Saint sighed deeply.
"I am not being modest on this point. I am indeed a smart person, and my intelligence is far beyond your imagination." Lin Su said.
The Painting Saint asked coldly: "What do you mean?"
"For example, this game right now! The game of the phantom spirit root! It was a big pit I dug, and you, a saint of your generation, just jumped right in. Just tell me, am I smart or not?"
The painting saint's heart was in turmoil...
The game of phantom spirit roots?
Before Lin Su appeared, if someone said this was a setup, he would definitely not believe it. However, now the facts are there. He transformed into a butterfly and went out of the pass alone, to the top of Juedao Mountain where no one could reach. Then Lin Su suddenly appeared. This appearance itself shows that all this was a setup!
What kind of situation is this?
Who planned this?
Besides Lin Su, who else is in the game?
All of this needs to be made clear.
Otherwise, after killing Lin Su, he would still face great danger when returning to the Third Heaven...
The Painting Saint closed his eyes gently, then slowly opened them: "Illusionary Spiritual Root, is this a trap?"
Lin Su smiled, "Of course! When I entered the Palace Master's Hall that day, the proposal to march west was just a side job. What I really wanted to do was to set up a trap to lure out you, the so-called Eagle Demon who destroyed the Three Thousand Confucian Temples a thousand years ago."
"The Western Expedition that caused such a stir in the Holy Temple was just a side project... The real goal was to lure this Saint out. Does this mean that you didn't have a clear target at all?"
"Yes!" Lin Su said, "I have to say that your invisibility rule hits other people's gaps, which can easily lead them into misunderstandings."
The Saint of Painting, famous for his paintings in the temple.
However, his paintings are orthodox paintings, following the basic route of returning from the virtual to the real.
However, the eagle demon followed the unorthodox way of painting and took the basic route of returning reality to illusion.
These are two completely different ways of painting.
In the eyes of ordinary people, as long as the monster is practicing the way of painting, it is natural to think of the painting saint. However, top figures do not think this way. They look at the problem in a much more detailed way. In their thinking, they will exclude this possibility. Why? Because they know how difficult these two ways of painting are. Any one of them can be a lifelong effort of a poor person. When two ways are practiced simultaneously, sometimes the painting way is mixed up.
The more knowledgeable you are, the more psychological inertia you have.
Therefore, Lin Su was indeed misled at the beginning, and subconsciously ruled out the Saint of Painting.
Who would have thought?
It has to be him!
Therefore, the painting saint’s invisibility rule is very clever. It can hit the psychological gap of others, which is called clever.
A huge stone in the painting saint's heart seemed to be lifted instantly, and in a moment he connected everything...
When Lin Su set up the strategy, there was no clear direction at all, proving that he had not been exposed.
That's great. As long as he kills Lin Su now, even if Lin Su discovers his biggest secret, no third person will know it. This is Juedao Mountain. He certainly knows that there is no message in the world that can be sent from Juedao Mountain.
As long as this top-secret information is not passed on, it doesn't matter if he falls into someone else's trap today. It can even be said that there is an unexpected gain, that is, he can personally eliminate this catfish that has caused such turmoil in the three heavens.
Feeling relieved, the Painting Saint seemed to have grown a few inches taller for no apparent reason. He smiled softly, "This Saint seems to understand your plan."
"Tell me about it!" Lin Su's expression was also calm and indifferent. The two of them seemed to be discussing something profound. The only thing missing was a cup of tea in their hands.
The Painting Saint said, "When you asked the elders about the Phantom Spirit Root, you actually knew that the Phantom Spirit 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 to appear."
Lin Su said: "You are wrong. There are no phantom spiritual roots in Juedao Mountain. In fact, except for the Wuxin Sea, which is difficult to determine, there are no phantom spiritual roots in the whole world."
The painting saint frowned slightly: "No?"
Lin Su smiled: "The news you got from the foreign contact is a false news. I told them that if anyone inquires about the phantom root, tell him that at the top of the seventh floor of Juedao Mountain, the Heavenly Dao just died and a phantom root was born."
The painting saint's heart was like a force ten typhoon sweeping across it...
Foreign contact...
False news……
Deliberately misleading...
These things were incredible in themselves, but what was even more incredible was... How could he know this most hidden foreign contact? How could he manipulate this contact to lie to him?
This is absolutely impossible!
Absolutely absolutely impossible!
Lin Su smiled gently: "You are wondering why I know your contact, right? And you are even more curious why he listens to me, right? It is only because of one thing, the remaining thirty-six saints in the foreign land are already my own people! Two of them told me that someone in the Three Heavens has contacted them, intending to use their power to eliminate dissidents when necessary. Although they don't know who this master in the Three Heavens is, they can be sure that this is a saint of literature and Taoism!"
The painting saint's eyes were filled with confusion: "Thirty-six saints, are they your own people? How did you impress them?"
"This is another clever plan, and it has nothing to do with the current situation!" Lin Su said: "You just need to know that you have been tricked today, and your road has come to an end, that's all!"
"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 the end!"
The Painting Saint smiled softly: "Just because you have subdued thirty-six saints, do you think you can kill me? Don't forget, this is Juedao Mountain. Saints from other lands dare not go up to Juedao Mountain!"
Juedao Mountain, why did he dare to come?
Because he is the orthodox saint of this heavenly way, he can enter the Juedao Mountain, while the saints from other lands are not native saints and therefore cannot enter the Juedao Mountain.
As long as these saints don't dare to enter, he will be the king on Juedao Mountain!
No matter how many disciples these saints have, they are just cannon fodder in front of him!
Lin Su said: "Who said I need help from a saint from another world?"
The painting saint's eyes slowly fell on his face...
Lin Su said: "It is time to verify a long-standing question. Let's see if I, a quasi-saint of the Heavenly Dao and a master of extraordinary cultivation, can hunt down a saint of the Wen Dao 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 there seemed to be an endless frenzy centered on them, pushing the two to both sides of the galaxy in the blink of an eye.
Of course, it only seems so.
This is Juedao Mountain.
Even though they have supernatural powers that can reach the sky, it is impossible for them to go straight into the sky from here and perform a holy-level war outside the sky.
However, the endless holy power seemed to compress the space between them into an alternative world.
Five holy lights arose behind the head of the Saint of Painting.
Three holy lights appeared behind Lin Su's head.
The holy power was surging like an overwhelming tidal wave. There was no wind, no sunshine, and strangely, no darkness either among them. It was as if there was only chaos.
Outside the chaotic vortex, two figures stood quietly.
Suddenly, the whirlpool swayed slightly and Lin Su took three steps back.
But there are only three steps.
“If you confront my holy power head-on, you will only retreat three steps! The Quasi-Saint of Heaven is indeed strong enough!” said the Saint of Painting.
"The first level has been verified. In terms of holy power alone, I am not strong enough to compete with the saint, but the difference is not that big!" Lin Su said.
The Painting Saint murmured, "No wonder everyone says that the Heavenly Dao Quasi-Saint is not the level that should be under the Heavenly Dao. He is really a monster!"
He raised his hand slightly, and an antique scroll suddenly unfolded.
As the scroll was completed, it seemed as if another world had emerged and Lin Su was directly sucked in.
Lin Su opened his eyes and gently raised his hands. With a "chi" sound, everything in this world was sucked into the turbulence of space, and the scroll trembled wildly in the air.
The Painting Saint exclaimed: "Law of Space!"
Lin Su threw a punch!
With a loud bang, the ancient scroll was torn into countless pieces and turned into flying butterflies.
Lin Su brushed his sleeves lightly: "The second level of verification has been verified. Your so-called sacred artifact of the Dao of Painting is vulnerable to me!"
The Painting Saint said coldly: "The so-called holy weapon is just something a saint made casually. What does it count for? The most powerful part of a saint is the holy domain!"
As soon as his voice fell, his whole demeanor suddenly changed.
When his clothes came together, they blocked out the sun and the sky. When his feet appeared, two huge peaks appeared. When his belt came out, a long river appeared. When his eyes opened, a day and a month appeared. When he gently raised his hands, his five fingers pointed down at the huge mountain. Every time he descended a little, a wonderful picture appeared, or a thousand miles of jungle, or ten thousand miles of yellow sand, or a raging tide bursting from the sky, or a giant sword splitting the sky.
Endless holy power firmly locked Lin Su's entire body, making it seem like he was facing a punishment from heaven when facing a blow in this holy land.
This is the holy land of the saints!
The most powerful attack method!
Lin Su sighed: "Your Holy Land clearly has traces of the Dao of Painting that can transform reality into emptiness. In your previous moves, no one could have noticed the clues?"
The voice of the Painting Saint came from the sky, and it was like the voice of heaven: "In the past, I have never been able to use my full strength in the Holy Land. I have been holding it back for three thousand years, and it has been so frustrating. Today, I can finally let go and use it. It feels so good."
Lin Su looked up at the sky and laughed: "You have your holy land, 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 he finished speaking, nine peaks rose from the ground!
Above Ci Peak, there is a bright moon. In the moon, a general in golden armor draws his bow and shoots an arrow towards the sky!
With a loud bang, the Five Finger Mountain pressing down from above suddenly stopped.
On the other peak, the sound of a flute suddenly rose, and it was extremely high-pitched. It was the first killer song of Ledao, "Swordsman"!
As soon as "Swordsman" was released, it was like mud and sand rolling, and the Five Finger Mountain in the sky suddenly began to show cracks.
The painting master was shocked: "Man Jiang Hong and Xiaoao Jiang Hu are so powerful?"
"It's not that Shici Ledao is strong, but I, Lin Su, am strong!" Lin Su said: "Don't ever forget this."
The Painting Saint laughed: "How arrogant! Then use all your tricks!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the mudslide in the air suddenly turned into a picture of spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River. The spring rain was falling, who in the world could avoid it?
The song "Swordsman" was overwhelmed by the storm.
The bright moonlight in the sky was swallowed up by the thick clouds.
However, the Linsu Military Road Great Wall suddenly shook, and thousands of troops rushed up to the sky...
The Yin-Yang Bagua transformed into two whirlpools of black and white, sweeping across the sky...
The vast yellow sand covering the vast farmland of farmers seemed to have suddenly completed the sand control and returned to cultivation...
On the peak of the novel, there was a murderous aura. There were two giant snakes, one white and one green, and even a bald Fahai...
When the two collided, murderous intent instantly filled the air.
The battle immediately became intense.
Everything in the Holy Land of Painting is his deadly weapon.
And everything in Lin Suzhun’s world is also his deadly weapon.
The sound of killing shook the earth, and the entire holy land was in turmoil.
There were five faint holy lights in the air. In the fierce battle, the lights flickered like torches in the wind.
On the ground, there were three holy lights, also flickering, as if they had become three fishing lanterns in the sea...
Suddenly, the military city rose up suddenly and turned into thirty-six military formations. When the military formations were combined, a golden line quickly shuttled through and turned into a strange large formation.
The ultimate 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 Heavenly Dao Quasi-Saint reaches...
The river evaporates.
The peak was flattened.
The Five Finger Mountain in the air was shattered.
The clouds in the sky cleared away...
Behind the peerless killing formation, the bright moon followed. The general in golden armor stood in the bright moon. He opened the giant bow in his hand and the golden arrow created the world.
The music of "Swordsman" was unprecedentedly fierce, and under the sound waves, everything turned into mudslides.
Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing seemed to have become conscious, and their thousand-foot-long bodies swept across thousands of miles.
Of course, the bald Fahai rebelled at this moment. He followed the two snakes and used his Buddhist magic to kill all kinds of enemies in the Holy Land...
The five holy lights in the sky were almost extinguished by this shock wave.
With a loud bang, the Painting Saint retreated a hundred feet away. Lin Su's eyebrows flickered, and the whole world seemed to be drawn into his eyebrows at the same time.
There were a few hard-to-see blushes on his face: "The third level of verification has been confirmed. In terms of literary attainments alone, you are not as good as me!"
The endless surprise that just appeared in the Painting Saint was suddenly replaced by a murderous intent that was as thick as suffocation...
His eyes seemed to have suddenly turned into a spinning kaleidoscope, and his voice was infinitely cold: "Don't be complacent, this saint is not just a saint of literature and Taoism!"
As soon as his voice fell, his fingers suddenly stretched out.
With a light stroke of the finger, the whole world seemed to suddenly become quiet.
The world is paper, fingers are brushes...
With one stroke, a mark is left on heaven and earth!
The entire world seemed to be completely separated by his finger!
To the naked eye, this finger was almost indistinguishable from the heavenly punishment that Lin Su had seen that day!
"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 Lord of Heaven and Earth at this moment, and his voice seemed to come from thousands of miles away: "You should die under this Saint's 'Brush Falling on Mountains and Rivers', and you should die with your eyes closed!"
Lin Su slowly raised his head...
Every time he raised his head, a layer of mystery seemed to appear on top of his head...
He said, "Although the mountains and rivers are beautiful, they cannot escape the laws of the universe! Lotus grows from chaos!"
As soon as the voice fell, Lin Su drew his sword!
A sword pointed directly at the finger of the Painting Saint!
When the swords touched, the painting saint's whole body was shaken...
"The Sword of Heaven!"
"This is the real reason why I brought you to Juedao Mountain. The Sword of Heavenly Dao was born here. Only on this Juedao Mountain can its power be maximized!"
With a loud bang, the entire body of the Painting Saint exploded into pieces. Everything about him turned into chaos, including his soul, his sainthood, and the imprint of the void that he had just drawn with his finger. All turned into chaos...
In the chaos, a green lotus bloomed silently. Inside the green lotus, a crystal holy spirit floated above the green lotus.
Lin Su stretched out his hand gently, and the holy gem appeared in his palm.
Lin Su gently stroked the holy body, his face full of confusion.
He is currently a quasi-saint of the 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 holy opportunity, and the other is the holy merit.
The Holy Machine is the bridge of communication between the Heavenly Dao and him, and the Holy Merit is the Heavenly Dao’s recognition of him.
Holy opportunities are hard to come by, especially the holy opportunities of literature and Taoism that match his identity as a scholar. However, the holy nature in his hand, which came from an authentic saint of literature and Taoism, is the best holy opportunity.
As long as he merged this holy energy, he would have captured the holy opportunity and would have solved the first hurdle in his journey to becoming a saint.
But, the thing to fear is "but"
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(End of this chapter)