Chapter 543 A Worship

This is a yellow sky, surrounded by yellow airflows, and the size cannot be seen. Golden words emerge out of thin air, all the size of grinding discs, emitting a vast avenue rhythm, which is bright and unpredictable and ever-changing. If you look carefully, these words seem to be a personal shape, absorbing andshen suo, and unexpectedly playing a series of ever-changing magical power, mysterious and profound, natural and unparalleled divine power.

A dull voice echoed, extremely lonely and confused, "What is the Sacred Heart? What is the strongest? Why? Why can't I achieve a mixed element? Between heaven and earth, the reason is the greatest. With the sages of Confucianism, I gathered thousands of magical power in one furnace and sublimated to the extreme. Why did I fail? I'm unwilling..."

The vicissitudes of life sound resounded in his ears. Looking around, Moke was in a deep shock. There were too many words, permeating the endless world. With the appearance of Moke, these words shook together, as if they had seen the intruder, making a sound of a golden horse, all attacking and killing him. Come on!

In the face of all this, Moko suddenly felt a creepy feeling. He hurriedly operated his magic power, resisted fiercely, and fell into an infinite torrent of words in an instant.

Quick! Hurry up! Hurry up!

These attacks are too fast. At this moment, Moke is the soul of thought that dominates everything. He fights with each other and can't use many spiritual treasures. He can only use the Buddha seal, vacuum seal, wisdom fist, big hole magic power, etc. one by one and reluctantly resist.

Moreover, as time goes by, Moke gradually has a sense of difficulty. Those words are like an infinite torrent of magical power, and they are also a kind of existence similar to an immortal body. They launch the most ferocious attacks and never stop until they reach their goals.

This momentum is enough to make people desperate.

Boom! Rumble! Rumble!

Like a hanging waterfall pouring down, Moke has to withstand the attack and killing of this magical torrent all the time. Gradually, he has a feeling that his soul has reached an extreme and can no longer continue, but those magical attacks are getting more and more intense.

At this moment, Moke forced himself to calm down and tried his best to meditize. A feeling gradually appeared in his heart. The wind blew and the candle moved. In fact, the wind did not move, and the candle did not move, but it was his heartbeat. He didn't know whether this feeling was correct, but since there was no other way, he simply stopped resisting and kept his heart pure in an instant. The infinite text magic attack actually penetrated his body in an instant, but did not cause any damage.

This feeling is so wonderful that you can't teach by yourself. You must understand it yourself to feel it. If it hadn't been for this situation, Moke would definitely not have been able to do it. At this moment, he has a pure nature, like the comfort of enlightenment. He said to himself happily, "The heart is a maze, and the search for the truth is like a road, and there will never end. The color is five, confused the heart palace, like a dream, like water and moon mirror flowers, no flowers, no mirrors, no water and no moon, in a moment of eternity, just like a glimpse!"

What is true, frankness is true, but it is the most shallow truth, and the deepest nature of truth is all hues, such as water and moon mirrors, flowers, water and moon, and eternity in an instant. As soon as this truth was understood by Moke, there was a shock and a great joy in his body.

This joy rises, and then a text flies out of Moke's body, which seems to be round and not round, flat and non-flat, ever-changing, as if it were a Buddha, coiled and sealed, as true as nature, and the breath flowing out of it is like the mystery of the Buddha's seal.

Obviously, it is a great power of Buddhism, but at this moment it has manifested, natural, and it seems to have infinite mysterious power. All this, even Moko, is surprised and shocking, simply unheard of. And the next scene shocked Moke and almost exclaimed.

After the appearance of the original endless text, they all made cheers. It seemed that they instantly recognized Moke and no longer attacked him, but emerged densely, all over the world, and made a rapid call to him.

"Galaxy God! The secret of dragon and tiger! Daze Jianqi! Wutu's true soul! Taiyi God Thunder Break! Red blood rush! Yuanling Qigong! Ice and snow boundaries! The secret! Break the road! Phoenix Dance! The rosefinch sings! Seven True Fist in the Sky! Crystal virtual electric claws! she ji qian vitality!...."

I don't know why, looking at these magical powers again, Moke suddenly knew this magical powers. He felt that there were hundreds of thousands of breaths united with his mind, calling out to himself, hoping to rob himself and become the commander of all martial arts magical powers, turning into an unimaginable power. S sweeping the world.

In the dark, Moke seems to have returned to the chaos before the opening of heaven and earth. His whole body is wrapped in a chaotic atmosphere and has not yet hatched. However, in the body, a combination of innate and acquired artistic conception is getting stronger and stronger, and the whole person is always in an ethereal, deep and virtual realm.

The urging in his heart became more and more urgent, especially the Buddha India, who actually gave an affirmation to Moke. As long as Moke gave it as the commander of these magical torrents, it would certainly be able to suppress many magical words, and then gather tens of thousands of martial arts into one, evolving into an earth-shaking trick.

This kind of** makes Moko can't help but be moved!

"Choose Rulaiyin!"

At this moment, Moke made a decision in his heart, but as soon as this idea rose, he cut it off and strangled it in the cradle, while his face showed pain and doubt.

"Why? Was my decision just wrong? Why is it so sad?" His eyebrows frowned tightly, and Moco suddenly felt extremely stuffy in his chest.

The hundreds of thousands of words in front of him give people a perfect feeling, and Moke can't help but have the impulse to praise, all of which are all the magical powers of Confucianism. Although the strengths and weaknesses are different, they all contain inexplicable mysteries, and there are many of them that contain the essence of the road, but the degree of esotericity is different, and the regions and scopes involved are different.

At this moment, Moke recalled the vicissitudes of the unwilling voice. Obviously, these hundreds of thousands of Confucian scriptures were all practiced by the masters of the sound. With the principle of the sages as the heart, they wanted to achieve the sacred heart and prove the mixed elements, but failed. Why is this?

This is a matter of philosophy. Moko vaguely touched something after repeated conjudging and combining some previous knowledge of saints. If you want a saint, most of them will teach all sentient beings, get infinite merit, and then kill three corpses. Among them, there must be one, which is to have a saint's heart.

What is the saint's heart is enlightenment and guidance, not bound by reason. Because the word truth is the most difficult to stipulate, and it is extremely easy to deviate. The most important rule of the flood is not life and death disillusionment, but balance. Reason is to attach many restrictions to the balance rule, which is extremely easy to cause imbalance.

Of course, after truly becoming a saint, all sentient beings are often regarded as a dog, but it is extremely important to achieve a saint, a heart of enlightenment and a heart of balance.

However, everything is not absolute. Three thousand avenues can prove the mixed elements. Even if the devil's way understands the real demon heart, it can be sanctified. Even if it is to prove the Tao by force, there is also the possibility of sanctification.

Looking at this infinite call, especially the text printed by the Buddha, Moke's eyes became softer and softer, but his face became more and more serious. He suddenly took a deep breath, with unprecedented solemnity on his face and extremely firm persistence in his eyes. He did not choose Rulaiyin as the commander, but respectfully bowed to the vast torrent of words!

Yes, Moke did not make a choice at this moment, but chose to bow to these torrents of words!

For some reason, these were still calling out to Moko and wanted Moke to choose his own magical words. After seeing Moko shake and worship respectfully, they all stopped and seemed to be incomprehensible.

"You are all magical powers that contain the wisdom of heaven and earth, each of which can burst out shocking power. In my eyes, you are the strongest magic secrets in heaven and earth, such as three thousand avenues, it is really difficult to distinguish between strengths and weaknesses. Please accept me, Moke's sincere worship!" Moko said solemnly, the words are true, and every word seems to go deep into the core of these magical power.

Feel Moke's sincere worship, these words began to fluctuate violently and roared together, but this time they did not shout again and asked Moke to choose himself. It seemed that the words just now deeply touched their hearts, making it inherently mysterious. The instinct suddenly flashed and bloomed.