I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

With the violent shout of the old man Shijue, the sky seemed to be responding to his anger, and a thunder was exploded out of thin air. This is the saint's way of humanity and the world, and the saint is angry at the world!

And under this thunder, the streets in Wuling City were bustling, and some mortals in their lives appeared illusory and transparent for a moment.

But as soon as they stabilized, they were still doing what they had at hand, whether they were buying or selling, talking, or drinking and eating, as if they did not feel the sudden change and thunder in the sky, everything was like that. Calm and peaceful.

At this time, Shijue old man’s breath became thicker, and when he was furious, his appearance had changed a little. There was actually a faint change from an old man to a middle-aged man, rejuvenating. Variety.

But as Shijue old man's breath and anger gradually stabilized, this change no longer exists. He still looks like a bearded old man with white beard and hair and a benevolent face.

The old man Shijue was silent for a while, silently looking at the broken bamboo table and tea set beside him, slowly stretched out his hand, and the pure sage's true Qi cultivation base flowed out.

The thin powder on the ground and the powder that had just been blown away by the wind were all gathered under this infuriating energy, recombined, and changed back to the original bamboo table and tea set.

And with the blessing and bonding of the sage's true energy, it is stronger than before, even if a master of the Profound Enlightenment Realm makes a full blow, it will not leave a trace of scratches on it.

Even if an ordinary person breaks a cup, it is difficult to put it together, but the powdered object is glued with infuriating energy to make it look like it is. Such a magical technique only the saint has the mind and time to do. Controlled and pondered.

After restoring the bamboo table and tea set, the old man Shijue stretched out his hand again and took a few hundred feet away from the hut behind the willow forest with infuriating energy. He fetched new tea leaves and led a stream of water from the well behind the house. Come.

When the water flow flew in the air, it was heated by Zhen Qi and turned into boiling water, and it flew in front of Shijue old man with a white smoke. After the tea leaves flew into the teapot, the water flow also poured in, making a pot of tea again.

After doing all this, Shijue old man tapped the armrest of the bamboo chair lightly with his fingers, lowered his head in thought, and seemed to be waiting for the tea to soak fully.

After a long while, the old man Shijue slowly shook his head, sighed and said:

"But I really can't get out now. It's a critical moment. You can't make trouble. Let your old thief live a little longer. When you take me out, you will be killed as a sacrifice for my master."

Then, he sneered twice and said:

"Old thief Yang, old thief Yang, you are planning to add to the flames and trap me here, and you have created the chaotic situation in the world with the great change of luck. Isn't it that you want to profit from it, and eventually become an alternative and follow the legend. Steps?"

"But you should never steal the Dao left by my master. Even if his old man was in disorder, he was killed by the Heavenly Sage. But even so, the Dao left by the Samsara Great Sage is like a thief like you. Is it contaminated by the characters!"

"Best, you'd better pray that before I leave the customs, you can complete your so-called plan and cultivate to the realm of the sage of the year, otherwise...this world will fall another sage, ha ha ha! "

Shijue old man sneered, making no secret of his pure killing intent.

This killing intent belonging to the saint made the surrounding world feel like a cold winter, and the world seemed to respond to the general summer from the sun to the warm sun. It suddenly turned into a winter, and snow fell.

The countless Cui Lius all around could not bear the saint's killing intent, and they all died suddenly, and the world was naturally trembling.

Afterwards, the old Shijue who noticed all this fell silent again, the corners of his mouth twitched awkwardly, and he reached out his hand to the sky, flowing out a kind of vitality, warm sun-like Taoism all over his body.

In an instant, the sky was reversed again, turning the winter into the warm sun of spring, the snow that had not yet fallen dissipated on the spot, and the countless willow trees that had already withered were rejuvenated and come back to life.

When you change your fate against the sky and usurp the sky, you will be dead.

The saints live with the sky and live with the sky.

Its Taoism can break all the inherent measurement, rules, and constraints in this world, and can do all the unimaginable things beyond the so-called common sense. This is the reason why the word saint is unattainable and unshakable.

After restoring the scene again, the old man Shijue stood up, looked down at the green ground below his feet, and muttered:

"But I can't just let you, an old thief, plan so smoothly. Unlike the other group of people who don't want to be contaminated with cause and effect, secretly shooting is not my style."

After finishing speaking, Shijue old man slowly stretched out his palm and lifted it up, and the earth burst open suddenly, and a golden coffin slowly emerged from it.

This golden coffin is tall and gorgeous, much larger than ordinary coffins. It is carved with nine dragon patterns, and the body is made of pure gold. The various odd pearls embellished are even more valuable.

Those who can live in this kind of coffin are not rich or rich, but rich and rich are indispensable!

Not everyone dares to use the Nine Dragon Coffin.

Shijue old man looked at the golden coffin and laughed happily. While sliding his fingers in the air extremely slowly, he smiled and said:

"The time is almost here. You should have been born. Now you are giving you another big gift to the old thief, and another big gift to my apprentice. Anyway, you want to see him for a long time. You just told them that the old man is not dead yet. , This place can't hold the old man, wanting to go out is easy!"

As Shijue's fingers flicked in the air, a tiny black crack was actually torn in the air.

As this crack was slowly torn open and expanded, the whole world was trembling and roaring, the figures of the people in Wuling City were looming and flickering, and the sky was also flickering and darkening, as if the world collapsed.

The speed of this crack was extremely slow, and it was still healing itself. It took Shijue an entire quarter of an hour to tear it to the size of a golden coffin.

"Haha! Go! Go meet my precious apprentice and help the old man break up the old thief's plan!"

The old man Shijue laughed twice, stretched out his hand to face the golden coffin and pushed it slowly, then pushed the golden coffin into the crack, and disappeared.

Afterwards, the world returned to normal, the cracks in the earth disappeared, and the sky did not change. The people in Wuling City still lived and worked in peace as if nothing had happened.

Only Shijue old man sat down again, poured himself a cup of tea, sipped his eyes while admiring this beautiful spring and summer willow forest, chanting a few poems from time to time, so leisurely!