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There is only one way to reach the summit, which is in the northwest of Tianzhu Peak, like the back of a knife, only here is the weakest Gengjin evil spirit for climbing upwards.

I started to climb Tianzhu Peak, and my steps slowed down suddenly, and every step was very difficult.Not only to resist the impact of Gengjin's evil spirit, but also to resist the increasingly dignified coercion of heaven from the peak.

The wind and snow are like ice knives and ice swords, constantly cutting my skin.

A gust of wind blew away my hair crown, and my black hair danced wildly with the wind.

From time to time, several strands are cut off by ice blades, blown away by the wind, and disappear between heaven and earth.

The Taoist robe on his body was woven by Jiang Xueyang with the mulberry silk of the Guixu mulberry tree. It was extremely flexible, but it could not withstand the killing of Gengjin's evil spirit.

Later, I had to recite the golden light mantra to protect my body with real energy, which made my steps even slower.

As I was walking, I suddenly saw a line of clear footprints on the mountain road.Obviously someone walked in front of me, and this footprint was left on purpose.

Seeing this, my heart moved, and I followed the footprints on the ground, and immediately felt a sense of relief all over my body, and even the coercion of the heavens weakened a lot.

There is no doubt that the person who left footprints was Kun, and it is impossible for Tiandao to leave any footprints.

After walking like this for half a day, I finally caught up with Kun, or he has been waiting for me.

Just like the description I heard in Jinling, what Kun manifested was a middle-aged man.

I often use middle-aged people to describe others, but I forget that I have also become a middle-aged person in the eyes of others, but I always refuse to admit it in my heart, or I always maintain a young heart.

What Xueyang envied most was me, and Xie Liuyun.

Kun's face was obscured by clouds and mist, and his eyes seemed to be staring out of an abyss, looking very sad.Kun does not reveal his true face because he has always wandered between Yin and Yang, both the living and the dead.

Only after turning into a Peng can Kun be able to transcend life and death and achieve a near-immortal immortal body, then he will be qualified to have an equal dialogue with the Dao of Heaven.

Kun just stood there looking at me, with his hands behind his back, his expression was extremely indifferent, but also indescribably chic.The wind and snow swirled around him, not even a single snowflake touched him.

As the patriarch of the magic way, I should follow the etiquette of the younger generation when I see Kun.

But for some reason, when I saw him standing in the wind and snow waiting for me, the heaviness in my heart suddenly lightened.

It's as if we are destined to be comrades in arms, and he has been waiting for me for many years.

So I walked towards Kun and stood still.He neither bowed nor clasped his hands, but simply said, "Hello, Kun."

Kun wiped away the cloud from his face, revealing a handsome middle-aged face, with a little yuppiness, and responded to me with a faint smile: "Hello, Patriarch of Demon Dao."

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621章 玉虚仙台

Walking with Kun, walking in the wind and snow.

The majesty of the Dao of Heaven was completely covered by the kun, and my whole body felt relaxed.

"You have grown much faster than I imagined. You just want to fight against Heaven, and the power of destiny you have is not enough," Kun said.

"The sky destroys all living beings, and all living beings destroy the sky. I am just a writer." I said.

"No, you are wrong, your identity is not as simple as being a writer."

"I can't think of anything else I can do." I thought for a while and said.

"Fate has already failed once, and this is its last chance to defeat Heaven. You still have a hidden card of fate."

"What is it?" I asked.

"You will know when the time comes, and I don't know what it is."

We walked slowly, chatting as we walked.

Looking at Kun's appearance, he didn't seem to be in a hurry at all. Knowing that the way of heaven was at the top of Yuzhu Peak, he had no intention of rushing.

This made me very strange, and I couldn't help reminding: "The way of heaven is above."

"I know." Kun said lightly.

"Why don't we find him as soon as possible?"

"Whether you see him or not, he's there. It doesn't make any difference whether it's earlier or later."

"Why is there no difference? Now that the energy of Heaven's Dao is damaged, maybe we can suppress him together."

"Xie Lan, two generations of demonic patriarchs have used the power of fate to fight against the Dao of Heaven for 3000 years. Don't you admit that the Dao of Heaven is invincible?" Kun asked as he stopped and looked at me.

"Is it okay to add you?" I asked.

"The way of heaven is only damaged in energy, and its own way is still there. I do have the ability to taboo him in the human world, but do you know what consequences it will have on the human world if I fight against the way of heaven with all my strength?"

"What consequences?"

"The imbalance of yin and yang, the chaos of the three realms, will undoubtedly lead to the catastrophe of annihilation."

Kun's true form is extremely huge, and his power has no end in sight.

Guixu was transformed by his porch, and Guixu has a radius of thousands of miles, which is no doubt in the world.

Kun and Tiandao fought with all their strength, and the barrier of the world could not tolerate their energy impact.

Even if the three realms of the world are all destroyed, the best outcome is that both Kun and Tiandao will suffer. As long as the projection of Tiandao in the void of the universe is still there, he cannot be killed.

After countless thousands of years, the Dao of Heaven will be reborn again, and Kun will probably be gone by then.

Only after transforming into a Peng can Kun become a near-immortal body. Kun who cannot transform into a Peng has his own lifespan limit.

"The way of heaven is coming, we can only accept it, and we can't keep him if he wants to go." Kun said.

"In that case, why are we going to see him?" I asked.

"After all, we have known each other for many years, and now we are leaving. As an old friend, I always want to send him off. By the way, I would like to ask him one thing. In the era I lived in, there used to be a myth and legend about a great god and a ghostly candle." , I want to ask if he is the one in the legend."

When it comes to the Great God, I think of the archaeological documents about Youying and Zhuzhao that Xie Yun asked the Department of Spirituality to collect for me.

There is a round sun and a very vague inscription engraved on a bronze vessel in an ancient tomb in Shaanxi, but the following passage of text can be vaguely recognized: In the ancient world, there are great gods, candlelight, and shadows.

The great god is a great man who knows the world, Youying is a person who transcends things, and Zhuzhao is a fairy who brings light to people in the dark.

"Do you doubt that the legendary great god is the Dao of Heaven?" I asked.

"good."

Kun's speculation made me fall into silence.