This is a dilemma. If the sword is thrust in, Zhuo Xiong will surely die on the spot. If the sword is not thrust in, Old Wang may not hold out until his next breath.

  If we talk about friendship, what's the difference between the two? Both sides have been through life and death together, this is a game where there's only loss and no gain.

  Suddenly, Wen Bin looked up at the sky and let out a long howl. His roar shook the entire Kunlun peak for his whole life. He slowly raised his sword to his own neck, with both hands gripping the hilt horizontally.

  "Spare them!" Zhang Wenbin's knees slowly bent, his sword began to slowly draw back, and his eyelids started to slowly close, two tears gently falling.

  A deafening thunderclap suddenly exploded at the summit of Kunlun, and the boundless wild wind made it impossible for people to stand. For a moment, the sandstorm blinded everyone's eyes. With a "crack" sound, a thread of fresh blood streaked across Old Wang's mouth corner, and the wind drew his bloody mark on his round face into an eerie circle.

  When Zha Wenbin opened his eyes again, there was nothing but anger.

  "This is you five thousand years ago, don't you realize yet?"

  Zhuo Xiong let out a disdainful snort: "Trash will always be trash, back then you were trash and now you're still trash! You were all created by me, no one can stop me!" As soon as he finished speaking, the endless lake water began to gather at his feet, a conical column of water supporting his body slowly rose up.

  He was like an ancient demon king, wanting to revive the Three Realms Gate, only then could he obtain a physical body. He had been lonely for too long, he didn't want to wander as a lost soul anymore. Either ascend to heaven as an immortal or descend into the earth as a demon, he had already spent enough time in this mortal world for several thousand years. His Tao had long been occupied by heart demons, and he had become a lone ghost and wild devil.

  His resentment ran too deep, and he ultimately couldn't let go of his initial desire. His Tao would never transcend immortality in his heart, but he had never thought that someone had already achieved it - the waste of several reincarnations was willing to exchange everything for their life. What is the Tao? The Tao can be spoken, but it is not the true Tao!

  The Way is not eternal life, nor is it becoming an immortal, nor is it being without emotions. Humans are supposed to have seven emotions and six desires, humans are supposed to experience aging, illness, and death - this is natural, this is the law of heaven, if one goes against heaven, then heaven will surely destroy them!

  Perhaps in his heart there was never that worthless self who experienced those life and death separations, those bittersweet struggles, those emotional righteousness and virtues in the mortal world!

  He was wrong. The Way is not in the heavens, nor is it on earth; the Way is in the human heart! Where there are propriety and righteousness, there is the Way; where there is filial piety and fraternal duty, loyalty and good faith, there is the Way!

  No one can change history, and no one can rewrite myths. Myths become myths not because the gates of the three realms have been closed, but because myths have been submerged in the long river of history and can never be replicated again!

  The Seven-Star Sword shines brightly, the Three-Faced Soul-Calling Banner stands tall, the Heavenly Master's Treasure Seal is placed in the center, and the three souls of Heaven, Earth, and Life reappear. Borrowing Zhang Wenbin's mortal body to fight again in the human world!

  The Seven-Star Sword draws a circle in the air, with its tip pointing at the North Dipper. A yellow talisman shoots up into the sky, and with the sword as a brush, a burst of sword flowers appears. On the talisman paper, three hollow characters - bird, insect, and arrowhead - are lined up in sequence. The sword body rises again, and the talisman paper soars into the air once more. A thick and heavy True Dragon aura slowly emerges from his mouth as he shouts:

  "Heaven and earth are profound, the root of all things is vast, I have cultivated for billions of kalpas to prove my spiritual powers. Inside and outside the three realms, only the Tao is supreme, my body has a golden light covering and reflecting it!"

  The soul-summoning banner rose with the wind, and for a moment, the heavens and earth wailed like ghosts and wolves. It seemed as if tens of thousands of dark troops were passing through, with black clouds pressing down from above. The soul-summoning banner surrounded the master on all sides, standing guard with its hands transformed into claws, like an eagle's talons or withered wood. Blood-red ghostly characters danced upon the banner, and suddenly, a small, black paper charm appeared, upon which was faintly painted a tiny sprig of soul-capturing grass. This shot out from the hand of the person within the banner, accompanied by a mournful, eerie energy that sent shivers down the spine. A voice cried out:

  "Unseen in sight, unheard in hearing, embracing heaven and earth, nurturing the souls of all, the ruler of the three realms, the ten halls of Yanluo, congealing blood and sealing the abyss!"

  The Heavenly Master's Treasure, the Great Seal, was turned over in his hand, with his wrist straight and his chest aligned. The joints were intertwined, ring by ring, tightly locked. As he operated the seal with his heart, a pure and upright aura of Taoism surrounded him outside the threefold realm. Suddenly, several Bagua symbols appeared on the banner, accompanied by a sound like the angry bellowing of a green cow coming from within the banner. The shadows of the four images were also stirring in the midst. In the sky, a huge Bagua cloud diagram began to slowly descend, pressing down on the gradually rising crown of Zhuo Xiong's head. With each word and each section, he breathed in and out, embracing the universe. A hoarse voice shouted:

  "The myriad spirits of morning worship, the thunder and lightning demons, the goblins and ghosts that make one's gallbladder shrink, the departed souls without form. Within, there is the hidden name of the Thunder God, the clever and wise cave, where the five elements are in harmony!"

  Zhuo Xiong's face turned solemn, his hands began to change rapidly, each holding a wheel. Above the water pillar, a small green dragon appeared, circling around his body. His Tao had reached the realm where nothingness could be transformed into somethingness. The dragon under his feet was formed from the condensed heavenly water of Kunlun Jade Pool, containing the essence of all dragons in the world.

  Suddenly, three voices emerged from Wen Bin's mouth and shouted in unison: "Golden light quickly appears to protect the true person, Tianyuan place, nine chapters of law, I now take up my pen, ten thousand ghosts are hidden, hurry up like a law order!"

  "With a loud crash" his body shot straight up the water pillar, people outside couldn't see clearly, only heard a shocking thunder inside, as if it had pierced through the 18 layers of hell, overturning everyone's internal organs. Zhang Wenbin was smashed back to the shore by a kite that flew upside down, where was the divine descent of just now? His body was like being whipped by thousands of whips, his clothes were already torn into countless pieces.

  Look at Zhuo Xiong again, he's not much better off either. The true dragon water pillar has long since turned into waves and returned to the Jade Pool. The red dragon on his upper body is gone, and it seems like he was pricked by countless needles, with no good skin left.

  Wen Bin's breathing had already begun to weaken, and only a thread of his vitality remained, yet he, aside from spewing out large mouthfuls of blood, actually had the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, revealing a ferocious face!

  He slowly lifted his swaying body, stumbled a few times, and burst out laughing: "Turning one into three purities is nothing more than this. A myth? I am the myth!"

  Zha Wenbin's mouth corners twitched slightly, just as he was about to speak, a mouthful of blood mixed with foam gushed out. Chaozi trembled and lifted Zha Wenbin's face, trying to wipe away the blood oozing from his mouth, but found that he couldn't keep up with the speed at which it flowed out.

  Chaozi cried out: "Wenbin brother, you can't die."

  Yes, he had witnessed two "deaths" of Cha Wenbin in just one day. Which one could he let go of? He knew what his brother wanted to tell him, but he was too badly hurt. The three souls of Guiyi had been shattered by the three forces that had been tempered for 5,000 years between heaven and earth.

  Although most of the Taoist power was endured by the three souls, even if they were twisted into a rope, they would still not be his opponent. The three souls now have only one last thread of obsession left to ensure that they do not disperse immediately, believing that when the sun rises, it will also be the day when they each disperse completely.

  Cha Wenbin's fingers made a strenuous effort to lift, he just wanted to tell Chaozi that the person needed to be stopped, although he didn't know why he should stop him either, but his intuition told him that he must stop him!

  Lao Wang's body had already cooled, and was starting to stiffen. Zhe Luo stared blankly at the scene, perhaps it was also his first time seeing someone end their life in such a way since birth, and probably the last time too.

  Zhuo Xiong can now only rely on his own hands and feet to climb up with difficulty. He just needs to put the sun and moon back in their original positions, and then tear his body into pieces, dyeing the Jade Pool with blood. Everything will return to its starting point, just like 5,000 years ago when he climbed up using his hands and feet to take down these things. At that time, he wanted to create a myth of his own, and now he has climbed up again to restore everything, still for the sake of creating a myth of his own!

  He never thought that he already had a myth, the thing he created was called Tao by the world, and it was worshiped by the world. Even if the current Tao has withered into autumn leaves, no other sect can shake its status as the state religion in Chinese history!

  So, there was a myth, and heaven would never let him write another myth.

  The sky cracked open, and the thick clouds that had been covering it for who knows how long quietly dispersed. A small crescent moon rose quietly into the sky, signaling a brand new day. Although this little crescent was tiny to the point of being insignificant, the countless stars twinkling across the sky gave off their greatest radiance.

  "A loud roar, as if with endless murderous aura, a blood-soaked man stood at the summit of Kunlun. Who is he? Cha Wenbin once said that he was Zhang Fei in the world, with the bravery of one man holding a pass against ten thousand men who cannot open it. He has the purest heart among heaven and earth, but who has ever paid attention to this man who only knows brute force?"

  Yes, Chaozi called him a human bulldozer, Zhuo Xiong regarded him as a brother who relied on each other for life and death, people all called him Heng Roulian, he seemed to have infinite strength, yet seemed to never be full, the only thing he left everyone with was that silly and clear eyes.

  No one had ever really paid attention to him, but on his chest was originally a dragon, and it was a huge dragon, truly dyed with fresh blood! This person's chest actually had a dragon formed by dyeing with fresh blood, two pairs of devil-like wings sprouted from the shoulders, a bloody big mouth seemed to swallow mountains and rivers, the dancing body leaped on the skin, this is the real dragon, the true Huaxia totem, the ancestor of all dragons: Yinglong!

  Hua Bai Hu Zi is so clever, just to protect the bloodline of his family, how could he easily let this king who has been passed down for thousands of years become a discarded child in the mortal world? He even sacrificed his own grandson, Zhuo Xiong, by having him stabbed with ten thousand needles on his chest, all for the sake of arranging a substitute for the true king. His clansmen can sacrifice everything, let alone his grandson Zhuo Xiong.

  He was like a killing god, and Chaoyuan was stunned. Zha Wenbin's fingers kept pointing at Zhuo Xiong who was climbing up, his moon wheel had returned to its original position. Perhaps others didn't see it, but Dashan saw Zha Wenbin's hand, this was the signal given by Wenbin Ge to himself, because he saw in Zha Wenbin's eyes the expectation for him!

  "Whoosh!", he rushed towards Yaochi like the wind...

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