There's something wrong with my hexagram gold

This mural is at the end, and the door is carved on the wall, as if there really is a door here.

There is no way out, and the problem of water stagnation has not been solved.

Ninth frowned: This shouldn't happen. Who would build a dead end here?

This is meaningless. It is impossible for them to do such meaningless things like modern people who are full and have nothing to do, right?

Chen Banxian had only buried a few Ultraman toys.

Sword master, don't pretend to be dead. Chen Banxian shook his ordinary sword and asked him to analyze it.

You brat, you are not my sword attendant, labor and management are your sword attendants.

The sword spirit cursed and asked for his help in everything: Don't you find problems on your own? You rely on me for everything. How can you compete with those top geniuses in the future?

Chen Banxian didn't want to compete with those geniuses: Don't talk nonsense. You are hungry. There are crayfish next to you. Do you still have to go downstairs to buy instant noodles?

It makes sense. The sword spirit interpreted the mural: You are still ignorant after all. This is a seal, a wonderful seal.

seal?

The three of them observed the mural. Is there a ghost sealed in the painting?

The sword spirit saw their thoughts at a glance: What is sealed is not a ghost, but an era.

An...era...

He was very impressed: The person who can come up with such a method must be a genius. I hope he is still alive.

The sword spirit explained to Chen Banxian and others: These murals tell the story of one of the most terrifying disasters in the world, the disaster of falling and being extinguished.

The way of heaven leaves, the extraordinary disappears, everything is extinguished, no longer illuminated by the way of heaven, and falls into darkness.

His narration makes people feel despair and powerlessness from the bottom of their hearts. How to survive such a disaster?

He can only watch his divine power dissipate, watch himself grow old, and his strength weaken and regress without any replenishment.

How could there be such a disaster? Can't God always shine on the world?

Lin Tian was unwilling to give in. He was afraid that one day the earth would be like this.

Isn't this normal? The sword spirit replied:

“One failed in the collision of worlds and fell out of the scope of Heaven’s Way; the other was unable to keep up with Heaven’s Way, became weaker and weaker, and was finally abandoned.

The third and most special situation is that the world may be exposed to fake heaven.

Fake heaven?

The three of them spoke in unison, listening to the teacher's instructions as if they were curious babies.

The sword spirit sighed: I didn't want to tell you at first, because I was afraid that your Taoist conscience would be damaged, but the atmosphere has been heightened to this point. I don't want to say it for fear of being beaten to death by some people.

The way of heaven shines like light, you know.

Uh-huh.

The three nodded.

The sword spirit continued: Then, will this light also be refracted?

Maybe? They don't know, so they can't be sure.

The sword spirit continued: Some worlds are like mirrors, refracting the light of heaven outside of heaven, and it happens to shine on that world, so the illusory heaven comes.

His tone was full of sympathy: Although it is also the way of heaven, it is not real after all, it is illusion. They practice illusory immortals and ask about the illusory way. It is wrong. They cannot find the real answer. They have gone wrong from the beginning. Road.

And... no one can tell, and no one can know whether what they are practicing is real, illusory, or both.

Lin Tian was worried: Then we are cultivating fake immortals, right? The existence of extraordinary beings is also fake?

Wake up. The ninth point woke him up: You haven't cultivated to immortality yet, so it's not true or false.

Lin Tian almost couldn't breathe. Is this human language?

So this is why I don't want to tell you. The sword spirit said in a vicissitudes of voice:

If you question your own way, you will have no bright future, and it is tantamount to death. But if you don't question your own way, how can you find out whether it is true or false?

Who can tell whether it is the light in the mirror or the real sun?

The sword spirit said sadly: Perhaps in the next moment, the heavenly path will rise and refract around the corner, and our world will collapse, just like this mural, and will fall into the crisis of extinction and the end of the law.

Is there no way to change it? Chen Banxian frowned. A Tao that can only be achieved by relying on the Tao of Heaven is not what he imagined.

Damn, it shouldn't be like this.

Yes! The sword spirit was sure!

What is it? The three people's eyes suddenly lit up, as if they had caught the light.

I don't know. The sword spirit said, I'm just a sword. Are your demands on me too high?

Also, if the sword spirit was powerful, why would he be here? Was Chen Banxian pulled out of the undead giant?

Undead...

Chen Banxian turned his head subconsciously and found Loli who had been following him. Good guy, he had forgotten about him again. He had to remind himself all the time.

Then how do you know there is a way? Chen Banxian rolled his eyes and found a blind spot.

My grandpa told me. The sword spirit kept talking, making it difficult for people to tell whether he really knew or just pretended to know.

Chen Banxian didn't believe that a sword could still have a grandfather, but the topic ended there.

So, how are we going to deal with those water zombies outside?

The topic seems to be back again.

The three of them were wondering when Chen Banxian's ears moved and he seemed to hear a cry for help.

They hurriedly left here and followed the sound. It should be that the people in the first and second shelters were in danger.

Mixed with the roar of the white tiger, the little gun fairy almost died when fighting against the Tibetan Cang Realm flying boat and had to be saved.

Wait for me!

Chen Banxian turned back to the passage again, carrying the sword essence, leaving a piece of his clothes behind.

Did you guess it? The sword spirit teased: There is a door in this painting. Do you want to take a look?

What a fart. Chen Banxian is not stupid, he just inserts an eye so that he can teleport later.

He left here, hid the passage, and came to the other side of the dungeon.

Help!

The sound was still echoing, and in the dead city, they saw a scalp-numbing scene!

The water was rolling violently, and dense water bodies were swaying in it. Among them, a scarecrow was rising and falling, involuntarily.

The cry for help came from its mouth.

But on the shore, the little spear fairy was dripping with blood, his spear was broken again, the white tiger was stained with blood, and Zhang Shousheng was not much better, miserable and coughing up blood.

There was also a spiritual light shaking in the air, as if looking for an opportunity to pull out the scarecrow.

What's going on? Lin Tian's scalp was numb: Why are so many zombies rioting?

Any one of them can kill them.

There is something wrong with Xiang Shanggao's ability. Xu Changfeng was still panting. He was very tired: When he was entangled in water plants, he leaked a trace of a living person while transforming the scarecrow and was discovered.

The Little Spear Immortal scolded: He is also very lucky, and he can stabilize his extraordinary abilities in time, but Shui Zhan can't find anyone, and his breath lingers here, so we don't dare to save him.

Stop chatting and save me!

Xiang Shanggao felt that his limbs were about to be smashed by the water waves. If he had actually entered the water, he would have been eaten to pieces.