"Na."

Zuo Chongming threw the fragment casually and said casually: "Since you want it, then return it to its original owner."

"hehe……."

The woman didn't seem to expect him to be so straightforward. She was obviously stunned for a moment, then a charming smile appeared on her face: "Young Master is really happy."

"I really like my young husband very much. Why don't you, your husband, give up this earthly skin and go to the spiritual mountain bliss with me?"

As she spoke, she stretched out two soft arms covered with wounds and circled Zuo Chongming's neck.

"Tsk~!"

The smile on Zuo Chongming's face gradually faded, and a hint of impatience rose on his eyebrows: "I realize that you are really shameless."

Before he finished speaking, the passionate sword roar suddenly started.

Several sword shadows appeared out of thin air, exuding a monstrous evil aura, and aimed at the vital points of the woman's body.

"Well, this smell..."

The woman's remaining right eye suddenly widened, and her face was filled with surprise: "What is your relationship with that guy Lingbao?"

Lingbao?

Zuo Chongming frowned and immediately thought of a person, no, it should be a god - Lingbao Tianzun.

Here we need to talk about the difference between Buddha and Tao.

Whether it is Buddhism in ancient times or Buddhism in today's era, they may have changed their practice system, but the essence has not changed, which is the belief in Buddha. The fundamental reason is that the cultural inheritance of Buddhist scriptures has not been interrupted.

But Daomen is completely different.

After the ancient catastrophe, the cultural inheritance of Taoism was at least nine-tenths broken.

Coupled with the rise of martial arts, the more powerful the warrior, the more determined the will is, the more convinced he is in himself, and he has no interest in finding a pillar of faith for himself.

In other words, they are their own backbone.

No matter how bad it is, they will still believe in the founder of the sect or their own ancestors.

The combination of subjective and objective reasons further led to the decline of Taoism. In the end, it could only be spread among the people and its popularity was not strong.

And in this era, things about Taoism culture are mostly made up by later generations who borrowed various classics and added phrases about ancient Taoism.

To put it bluntly, except for a few basic aspects of today's Taoism, everything else is just what people in today's world do, and has nothing to do with the ancient Taoism.

But then again.

Although the current Taoist sect has changed beyond recognition, the basics such as the Three Purities and the Four Yus have not changed much.

Zuo Chongming still knows a little bit about this aspect. For example, he knows that the Three Purities enshrined by Taoism refer to Yuqing, Shangqing, Taiqing...

The three clears correspond to three gods. Yuqing refers to Yuanshi Tianzun, Shangqing refers to Lingbao Tianzun, and Taiqing refers to Taishang Laojun.

As for the other things, Zuo Chongming didn't know about them.

Now, he suddenly heard that the woman who called herself Guanyin said that he had the aura of Lingbao Tianzun on his body, which surprised him.

Could it be that…….

Zuo Chongming's mind raced, and he instantly thought of several possibilities - the aura of the artifact, the traceability of unique skills,

The former refers to artifacts such as the List of Gods and the Immortal Killing Formation. After all, they have existed for too long, even more than in ancient times.

As for the latter, it was mainly due to Zuo Chongming's speculation just now when he saw the magic Buddha Tathagata using a move that was similar to his unique skill.

Perhaps the creator of a certain secret skill in him once obtained the supernatural power of Lingbao Tianzun? Then he realized the secret skill from it.

Although there are many thoughts in my mind.

But the reality is only a moment.

Ding~!

While the woman was speaking, she tapped her pink toes and retreated like a fairy, scattering the willow branches in her hands at will.

This movement seemed to be gentle and slow, as graceful as a girl arranging flowers, but in fact it was so fast and terrifying that it stopped the hardness in an understatement.

It is easy to see from her reaction that Zuo Chongming's sneak attack had no effect on her at all.

"interesting."

Zuo Chongming suppressed the thoughts in his mind, slightly raised his hand and held it with five fingers, and the surging true energy roared out, and thousands of sword lights suddenly appeared.

The sword light looks chaotic, but it has its own rules.

The layers are intertwined with each other, and various combinations are produced, such as the sky is covered with nets and the rustling falling, like the majestic rainstorm that roars endlessly.

Seeing this, the woman frowned slightly, grabbed the broken jade vase, inserted a willow branch lightly into it, and then swung her hand to rain blood all over the sky...

There was only a burst of intense, ear-piercing sound, and raindrops fluttered, accurately defeating the sword rays.

The blood rain dispersed and merged, forming a translucent and seemingly fragile blood curtain, which easily swallowed up and dissolved the remaining sword light.

"Why linger in the world of bitterness?"

The woman's beautiful eyes looked at Zuo Chongming, her eyes shone with compassion, and her lips lightly sighed: "What an idiot..."

She turned around and showed a charming smile, and her voice was tactful and sultry: "In that case, I will help you so that you can reach bliss as soon as possible."

The branches of the willows lit up with blood-colored light, and as she twisted and waved, a drop of crystal-clear water dropped out.

This drop of water is like a black hole. Once thrown out, it absorbs the vitality of the surrounding world.

In the blink of an eye, it was like the Tianhe tilting backward, pressing towards Zuo Chongming crazily.

"Spell."

Zuo Chongming saw its essence as soon as he sensed it.

This is the same as the monk's spell, which uses oneself as a medium to activate the vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth, causing the power of the spell to skyrocket.

From this point alone, we can see that the way of monks in ancient times also evolved based on the system inheritance of the previous era.

Boom!!

Zuo Chongming took half a step forward and punched out into the surging river of blood. The heavy punch was like a mountain collapsing, erupting with terrifying pressure.

Emperor Wu's fist overturned Jiangchuan.

The power of the fist is like a comet shining in the sky, devastating and unstoppable, roaring and colliding with the river of blood.

The violent aftermath passed like a storm, destroying everything around it crazily, and murderous intent erupted, covering the sky for a moment.

Human beings send out murderous intentions, and heaven and earth repeat themselves.

Zuo Chongming was surrounded by star ropes, outlining a strange star map. Behind him suddenly appeared a mountain of corpses thousands of feet long, and a sea of ​​blood thousands of miles away, creating a scene of purgatory.

The rich smell of blood was almost tangible, the horrifying roars and screams echoed noisily, and the vast battlefield was instantly paved with murderous intent.

"Fuck!!"

"Brothers, BUFF appears in my status bar."

"Affected by the NPC of your own camp, the pain is reduced by 30%, the cultivation level is gained by 50%, the sword martial arts level is 2, all martial arts levels are 1, and the negative resistance is 60%..."

"My God, Zuo Chongming is so awesome."

"Good guy, super buff aura?"

"Fuck, kill ah ah ah..."

"For Zuo Zuo, oh oh!!"

"Fuck Li Liang's demon..."

The players who had been suppressed in various ways because of the big boss fight suddenly felt the pressure relieved and their whole bodies were filled with explosive power.

An unspeakable desire for destruction, violence, and anger rose in their hearts. The players' emotions gradually became more and more exciting, and their breathing became even heavier.

As if they had been given stimulants, adrenaline, and infinite power, they rushed towards the battlefield roaring...

Kill, kill, kill!!

Guns fired again and smoke rose again.

The silent battlefield was reawakened, and the meat grinder of war started again.

The muzzle of the cannon was raised high, aimed at the whirlpool like the Haoyang in the sky, and at the Arhats, Bodhisattvas, and Buddhas that kept rushing out.

Countless cannonballs, set off by the firelight, formed a vast torrent like an angry dragon, pouring crazily towards the whirlpool.

A large number of monks who had not yet been resurrected, and who were even about to rush out, were instantly crushed into pieces by the torrent. No, even the pieces no longer existed.

This is a typical quantitative change that turns into qualitative change.

One, ten, or even a hundred heavy cannons fired at the same time would not be able to cause harm to the monsters crawling out of Elysium.

But ten thousand or one hundred thousand heavy cannons... were enough to tear apart their defenses, crush their bodies, and kill them to pieces.

After all, they have died, and after so many years, there are not many people left who believe in them, and their current strength is just like that.

To put it bluntly, they can now retain 30% of their original strength because their ancestors burned high incense and the smoke rises from their graves...
To be continued...