Chapter 47 Confrontation

"Kaiming of the Nine Heads..."

"Yes, Kaiming of the Nine Heads. Each head governs a heaven gate, representing a limit of heaven and earth."

Kaiming raised the sword in his hand, unleashing a swordsmanship realm that was in no way inferior to Wei Yuan's.

The sharp and overbearing aura almost made the Buzhou Mountain God feel danger. If Wei Yuan possessed the clarity after trudging alone step by step, crossing thousands of mountains and rivers, pointing directly to the heart after countless refinements, it was the purity of swordsmanship.

Then this was the vastness and composure of watching the clouds rise and fall, the birth and death of all things.

It was the height, breadth, and greatness of swordsmanship.

Kaiming of the Nine Heads, the third, swordsmanship.

In an instant, a sword technique that also reached the conceptual level appeared, directly attacking the Buzhou Mountain God.

The old mountain god crossed his arms, and the sword's edge, capable of slaying gods and destroying souls, sweeping away the ages, fell.

The violent aura clashed, but it was forcibly suppressed within three feet of both sides.

The Buzhou Mountain God's expression changed slightly. This sharp sword edge possessed the characteristic of crossing the body and directly attacking the vital points of the soul. Moreover, under this ancient era, its swordsmanship realm was even above Wei Yuan's who integrated space and the mortal world into his sword, and Ye Ming's who integrated years and time into his sword.

Kaiming of the Nine Heads.

In other words, this celestial god who could see in all directions had eight other paths, all of which had reached the level of mythological concepts? What level of monster was this? The Buzhou Mountain God slowly punched out his right fist, seemingly slow but actually extremely fast.

Layers of space were stirred, as if transformed into fist and foot armor.

A look of madness and dominance belonging to a swordsman appeared in the white-clothed youth's eyes. He did not retreat or evade at all.

When he put down his sword, he was a wise man who laid out plans for thousands of years, but when he picked up his sword, he was a supreme swordsman who steadily sat at the top of the world. With a backhand sword, he directly broke through his edge. The black hair at his temples rose, and the aura burst out from one side. The earth in this dangerous place shattered, and a bottomless abyss directly spread to the far distance.

The affected earth collapsed.

The Buzhou Mountain God's eyes narrowed slightly, and a vast and heavy aura emerged.

"Intelligence and wisdom are more than enough to surpass others."

He said, "But delving into too many things is by no means a good thing."

If there was anyone who could evaluate the shockingly talented and terrifying Kaiming, who at his peak possessed at least nine kinds of mythological concepts, it would only be the old man in front of him. He supported the heavens and propped up the earth, and his strength could not be questioned.

Among the Ten, even Fuxi was seriously injured after facing Him head-on seven times in the past.

He also made a vow with the old man, requiring that Fuxi not die in a direct confrontation.

The secrets of heaven were vast and mysterious and unpredictable, but all rules could be broken by pure power. When heaven and earth were also in one's hand, all laws were merely fleeting clouds. Even though it was just the Buzhou Fuzi Mountain at this moment, it exuded a terrifying power when it decided to release its strength.

The oath not to act rashly was directly ignored.

"Perhaps so."

The Kaiming Beast smiled freely and said, "If the old mountain god had the ability to deduce and predict like I do, I think he wouldn't have just watched the excitement from afar and been knocked unconscious on the spot by a junior, right? Especially..."

He paused and said with a playful smile, "He was knocked into twice."

"Oh dear, oh dear, how amazing."

"I watched with relish and ate several candied hawthorns."

"My teeth are sore from laughing."

The corners of the Buzhou Mountain God's mouth twitched, and he was furious.

Sword edges, fists and feet, unparalleled power, and a swordsmanship that was lofty to the peak of the sky. Kaiming's eyes were filled with brilliant divine light. Relying on his own strength and position, he forcibly prevented the Buzhou Mountain God from immediately going to the place of thunder and fire to rescue Wei Yuan. The white-clothed youth stood before this cliff, the sword's edge pointing at the old man in front, and said:

"Whether this kid lives or dies depends on fate."

"I will not take action again, and you should not try to help."

"Coincidentally, there is another matter that I would like to ask for guidance on."

Kaiming said, "I have always wanted to know, among all the mountains and valleys in the world, which is the highest, Mount Buzhou, or Mount Kunlun?"

"Today, I ask for guidance..."

Swordsmanship, magnificent.

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The deepest part of the thunder and fire.

This place was even hotter than where Wei Yuan had been before. The violent spiritual energy tide was almost enough to completely annihilate people into ashes, and even the soul and true spirit would be burned into the most basic particles. However, the viscous spiritual energy tide, on the contrary, appeared to be quiet on the surface.

It was like a deep blue ocean, and Wei Yuan lost the strength to struggle, slowly sinking.

The extreme heat beyond the limit made it almost impossible for him to resist. His body's defense was broken, and the Taiyin's pure energy within his body was rapidly consumed. When it was completely exhausted, without anything to protect his soul, his soul would be burned in an instant, and he would no longer have the chance to be reincarnated.

No, I can't do this.

It's Kaiming, I have to go up and help...

Wei Yuan struggled to steady his body, raised his head, and suddenly stretched out his palm, pressing it against the wall. His five fingers suddenly bent, directly fixing his body. The severe pain brought by this action made his face twisted, but he still forcibly stabilized himself.

It was as if he stretched out his hand in hot water, and when his body gradually adapted to the stimulus of this temperature.

Suddenly swiping through it would cause more intense burning pain.

Wei Yuan gritted his teeth, desperately controlling his body, raised his head, and saw the scenery at the high place with his Daoist pupil technique. He tried his best to raise his left hand again, broke through this thunder and fire tribulation, and stretched out his hand to continue. Every step was like heavenly thunder劈落 from the Tianling, about to劈落 him into coke.

It was as if flames rose from the soles of his feet, about to turn him into ashes.

Thunder and fire converged in his heart, and then collided with the Taiyin's pure energy, as if someone was stabbing a steel needle into his heart and stirring it. Just one action was like carrying this thunder and fire trend forward with his shoulders, Wei Yuan opened his mouth and spat out blood, but the blood was burned into ashes before it could be coughed out.

It was as if countless palms were pressing on his shoulders, trying to press him down.

In this place 100,000 zhang deep in the abyss, thunder galloped and flames raged. A figure that was almost burned was climbing upward with difficulty, each action representing a confrontation between the Qi of heaven and earth, each action was like the impact of heavenly thunder and earthly evil running through his heart.

It was an ant walking alone in the world, a dying ant that refused to fall.

It was the stubbornness under the constant reincarnation of five thousand years.

His eyes gradually blurred due to the pain.

Can't stop.

Can't leave the trouble outside to others.

Can't...

Can't die here.

There are still things I must accomplish.

There is still a path I must complete, a responsibility I must fulfill.

He raised his hand, grabbed a stone, and Wei Yuan's consciousness had gradually become unable to support this pain that even gods would be completely burned by. His five fingers gradually lost strength, and he heard a light laughter in his ears: "So, this is what supports you to walk down?"

He raised his head with difficulty.

The white-clothed youth stood with his hands behind his back, smiling and looking down at the person struggling like an ant.

Wei Yuan's black pupils gradually blurred.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from his heart again, his pupils shrank suddenly. What appeared in front of him was a battlefield where black clouds were pressing down on the city, the Mo colored Xiang banner, and the heroic youth wearing Mo colored armor in front of him, Xiang Yu, the unparalleled general of the ages.

The Overlord Spear in his hand picked off his sword and pierced his heart.

Pulling out the spear, he fell on the battlefield, his eyes empty.

Suddenly, the changes in front of him turned into a battlefield, countless flames were burning, and familiar friends wearing yellow scarves fell on the battlefield, turning into charred corpses. Friends died, teachers died, elders died, and finally even like-minded friends and disciples threw themselves into the fire for an absurd dream.

When he finally saw off the disciple's disciple who carried an impossible cause and died as the last general of the Han Dynasty.

Daoist Wei Yuan closed his eyes, ending a life full of failures.

He held a sword and roamed, but he had to personally see off his friend's nirvana and watch the friends who had walked all the way return to their homeland.

In the end, he died of old age in the martial world, unable to set foot on the mountain that sealed the goddess throughout his life.

He was so old that he even forgot his sword.

Finally, one day, he died unwillingly.

Counting the past, it was nothing more than one failure after another, one emptiness after another.

Pictures kept flashing in his mind, and the white-clothed youth smiled and turned into an illusory form. This place of thunder and fire's extreme Yang would naturally breed the world's most Yin and evil things. These heart demons and evil spirits that were suppressed at the bottom by the thunder and fire, surged out from this moment, hugging Wei Yuan's shoulders and pulling Wei Yuan's arms.

They were about to pull him back to death again.

This lonely soul struggled desperately, the pain of the past, the pain of the body, the despair of the soul being calcined, but he never gave in. Even if it was only me alone, it was impossible to stop here. He raised his palm, his face grim, and punched out, shattering a heart demon.

Then he tried his best to struggle forward.

His heart was like hypnotizing himself.

Even if it's only me.

Even...

Even if it's just me here, I will never submit to you.

He tried his best to stretch out his arm and reached upwards.

With a crisp click, the crystal wall he was holding on to shattered.

Wei Yuan, who was already struggling to support himself, seemed unable to believe it. An instant of regret and hatred appeared in his heart. He pulled his five fingers, but in the end he was powerless and fell. Stretching out his hand, the real sky was getting farther and farther away from him. At this time, Wei Yuan calmed down, turning into even greater determination.

The Chang'an sword in his palm turned into the last cold light. He suddenly turned around and shot the Chang'an sword towards the back.

Wei Yuan himself was slammed upwards by the recoil.

He abandoned his sword.

He greeted the enemies born at the bottom of this extreme Yang and fought with them. His eyes were wide open, with a person's courage and determination, with the madness and stubbornness that he had not rested for five thousand years. Every punch landed, and pure thunder ran through his body.

Suddenly, stirred by his crazy counter-impact, the vitality of the entire source of thunder and fire was strangled in reverse. Wei Yuan's pupils shrank, and he gritted his teeth, planning to carry it down as he had done every time in the past. It's okay, I won't die, it's okay, it's just a little painful.

It's okay, I can get through it.

It's okay, so, there's no problem...

A hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder and patted it lightly.

'A Yuan, have you forgotten my words...'

Wei Yuan murmured, "Master..."

It seemed to be just an illusion, or perhaps it was the impression left by the last madness before death. Countless thunder and flames struck, and the tall old man whispered with a smile: "Heaven and earth are positioned, mountains and lakes communicate Qi, thunder and wind strike each other, water and fire do not shoot each other, the eight trigrams are misaligned..."

The surrounding thunder and fire seemed no longer unbearable.

Wei Yuan subconsciously stretched out his hand, Confucian Qi flowed, and behind him there seemed to be a tall but gentle old man, and his disciple stretched out his hands together. One old and one young, their voices spoke at the same time:

"... Those who count the past are smooth, and those who know the future are reversed. Therefore, Yi counts in reverse."

"Confucianism, Shuo Gua—"

"Reverse count of the innate."

Thunder and fire, stopped.

'Yuan is my disciple, so, Qiu will never change him according to my nature.'

You should be the bamboo of Nanshan.

Thunder and fire transformed, water and fire intersected, and heaven and earth were born.

Wei Yuan stretched out his right hand, pulled hard, and struggled to regain consciousness, but there was no old man behind him at all. However, for some reason, there seemed to be warmth on his shoulder after the old man's hand had been pressed on it. He looked back, then turned his head back again, gritted his teeth, and stepped on the crystal wall transformed by this thunder and fire.

The power of Confucianism in his body gradually collapsed.

Shadows of thunder, fire and heart demons fell.

Wei Yuan raised his hand to resist, stretched out his arm, and planned to forcibly take this move.

Golden light was born from his brow, turning into a vast Buddhist streamer, falling calmly.

'All appearances are false.'

'Like dreams, bubbles, shadows, like dew and lightning, so should you observe them.'

The voice of a kind monk sounded.

Wei Yuan was stunned, and then grabbed a ray of light in his heart, stretched out his hands, and behind him, as if the arrogant but upright monk of the past stretched out his hands at the same time, four hands crossed, fingers changed, the Buddhist enlightenment, fearless Vajra mudra.

Unite the mind and spirit to break through external demons!

The monk stayed in the past, but his wide palm pressed on his shoulder, lifting him up again. When he turned his head, the illusory monk smiled brightly, just like in the past.

'This humble monk is Xuanzang.'

'Do you want to go to the West with me?'

The Buddhist Qi that Xuanzang had touched on his brow when he passed away shattered.

Wei Yuan finally understood.

He turned his head back.

The thunder and fire in front of him turned into another kind of flame. The young Daoist held a nine-section staff and walked in front of him. His footsteps paused, he turned his head, smiled and looked at him, and then, the core that accompanied the Taiping Essentials, slowly disappeared.

'A Yuan, you know?'

'Food is sweet.'

Everything that had been experienced, the final foundation, turned into the final farewell to old friends.

This was the last gift from the people who did not believe in gods the most in that vast era.

So, go forward, don't lose.

Until Wei Yuan raised his head and saw that the flames that seemed to be burning from the eyes of countless people turned into a familiar rough profile. A middle-aged man with a yellow scarf tied on his shoulder turned his face, as if looking at him:

"What are you waiting for? Little guy..."

"Uncle Niu..."

Life is short, but.

It is not empty.

Five thousand years of travel are by no means meaningless.

There is nothing more magnificent and fiery in the world than the place where thunder and fire intersect.

He thought.

Yes—

Except for the fire in the hearts of human beings.

…………………………

Swordsmanship was vertical and horizontal, but it was stopped by the fist.

However, the Buzhou Mountain God's power and physique, even if it was just a clone, was enough to make him stand in an invincible position. However, an invincible position was difficult to defeat the enemy, especially since the other side was a swordsmanship unparalleled existence in the Three Realms. As a clone of one of the top ten, it was not so easy to take down.

The two sides were fighting fiercely.

Suddenly,

The thunder and fire behind them became more and more crazy, and then, completely quieted down.

The Buzhou Mountain God's face suddenly changed: "Little guy..."

Kaiming smiled, and then, solidified.

Impossible!

A figure burst out of the thunder and fire, holding a long sword in his palm that seemed to be stained with thunder and flames. The Buzhou Mountain God stepped forward and forcibly clamped Kaiming's sword, and also controlled this one of the top ten in the world. In the next moment, Wei Yuan slammed on the ground, and his body swept forward.

This sword seemed to be stabbed out by himself.

However, it seemed that there were hands pressing on his back, the etiquette of Confucianism, the peace of Daoism, and the salvation of Buddhism, allowing him to step forward, allowing him to raise his hand, and the sword was stabbed out again in a posture that surpassed the past.

The long sword pierced Kaiming's heart in the next moment.

It was so fast that it seemed to surpass thinking.

Wei Yuan held the sword with both hands, the Buzhou Mountain God forcibly controlled Kaiming's body, and Kaiming slowly lowered his head, seeing that the sword seemed to be burning with thunder and flames. The human race behind him was breathing heavily, his body trembling, and said:

"You're wrong, Kaiming..."

He gritted his teeth, clenched the sword, and his whole body seemed to be exerting strength together. He seemed to be whispering, but also seemed to be speaking on behalf of the people who had pressed his shoulders and brought him here, the courage that echoed in his chest was unprecedentedly intense, allowing him to say:

"The highest is not Mount Buzhou, which supports the sky and the earth, nor is it Mount Kunlun, which is high above the ten directions."

"It's the human beings who climb this peak."

Kaiming of the Nine Heads lowered his head, golden blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, gritted his teeth unwillingly:

"I am the Kaiming of the Three Gods."

"Represents seeing in all directions, inside and outside the six directions..."

The sword screamed.

Wei Yuan stepped forward, holding the sword with all his strength: "I am a descendant of Yan Huang."

"Represents an unyielding heart and lofty aspirations!"

The human will that burns itself to illuminate the light in the mortal world.

The Bagua formation was completed, Yi·Thirty-four—

Thunder Heaven Great Strength.

Above the sword's edge, the power of the sword was erupted along the trend. Wei Yuan raised his left hand, clasped Kaiming's neck, and then exhausted all his strength at this moment, all his violence, and suddenly slashed horizontally!

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