The huge mountain that presses Su Mo so that he can not transform God is Su Mo's fetters and shackles, and is the foundation of Su Mo.
That giant mountain is Su Mo's Confucianism and common life, is the wench's thoughts, the dean's entrust, the emperor's entrust, the whole ninth world's expectations!
How can Su Mo shed these common things?
Deification deification deification deification deification deification deification...
How can you become a god if you don't fade?
This is a death that cannot be avoided, and it is also the shackle that binds Confucianism and Taoism in the world.
These days down, Su Mo has tried several times, but it is still like a mayfly to heaven.
See no hope, nor touch hope...
An ethereal breath in Su Mo emerged on the body, a coquetty other shore flower god in Su Mo forehead lit up.
Yuan baby breath in the state of not disturbing others, slowly climbing toward the transformation of God to...
Su Mo closed her eyes and tried again to shock the God.
But it seems that there are tens of thousands of hands on the edge of the road, firmly grasping Su Mo's feet, not letting Su Mo through this unending gully.
Half a month time in the impact of Su Mo God, fleeting.
Wind blowing bamboo forest, bamboo leaves issued a splash of sound, in the ears of Su Mo lingering more than.
A bright red blood spilled out of Su Mo's mouth.....
The breath is gone, the spirit is dimmed.
Su Mo smiled ruefully and opened her eyes with endless exhaustion.
"Common life was my obstacle, but now it has become my shackles!"
A sigh goes out...
Du Pingsheng messy head out of the bamboo house, looking at tired Su Mo, can not help but sigh.
"Pingchuan tidal sea view fairy pavilion, Confucian and ordinary does not transform God..."
"Is the Confucianism and Taoism of God, as people say, really so appropriate?"
Su ink looked back to Du Pingsheng, but saw Du Pingsheng holding a Dan in his hand to Su ink in front of.
"Du Lao..."
Su ink took over the Dan medicine Du Pingsheng handed over.
"Guying Dan, can let you impact the failure of God, to avoid Yuan Ying by the bite!" Elder Du explained a mouth, slowly sitting next to Su Mo.
Su Mo impact God, I don't know how many times. If this goes on for a long time, Yuan Ying will inevitably be hurt...
Du Pingsheng seems to have thought of this situation, these days is the practice of Gu Ying Dan.
And just Su ink mouth overflow blood is Yuan baby by the performance of the creation...
Su Mo deeply looked at Du Pingsheng at a glance, look up and will be solid baby Dan clothing in the entrance.
Immediately, solid baby Dan is like with thousands of spirit water, instant healing Su ink was biting Yuan baby, and Yuan baby a circle wrapped in a thick layer of protection.
The layers of protection are elixir and Du Pingsheng ask the power of the environment...
"Got a problem?" Du Pingsheng asked faintly.
Su Mo heaved a sigh of relief and nodded: "Where reading is too heavy, I can't fade."
"It can't go away... I can't get past...."
Du Pingsheng gently patted Su Mo on the shoulder: "Slowly, eventually can fade."
Su Mo turned to look at Du Pingsheng, with a hint of heavy opening, "I don't know how to fade."
Du Pingsheng shook his head and said, "How do you think Confucian saints were transformed into gods?"
Su Mo smell speech a leng, slowly shook his head.
"Legend has it that when confucians sanctified the gods, it took hundreds of years for them to fade away alone..." Du Pingsheng slowly opened his mouth.
Su Mo shuddered and her thoughts were confused.
It took hundreds of years for even Confucian saints to fade, and where did Su Mo come from for so much time...
Qingyi said that the "Great calamity is coming", constantly pressing the nerves of Su Mo, urging Su Mo to grow up.
Su Mo dont know when the dean mouth of the big robbery will come. But he knew he didn't have a few hundred years left to wait.
Su Mo turned to look at Du Pingsheng, but see Du Pingsheng only slowly smiled.
"Take your time. Take your time."
Du Pingsheng returned to the bamboo house, leaving Su ink a person sitting in front of the door.
Warm wind attacked, with the solution can not open the cause and effect!
"Fade... How can I fade away?"
Looking at the precedent of Confucianism and Taoism in the world, Su Mo knew only two people.
One was a scholar ten thousand years ago.
One was a freak in the realm of God that year.
Confucianism and saints have long fallen for thousands of years, but they have left a few vestigial thoughts in the world.
And the weirdo is still in the ghost gate of the realm of God.
That year, the eccentric once said with Su Mo: The cost of Confucianism and Taoism is extremely great, so great that people can not bear...
Su Mo did not know what price he paid when he humanized God, and whether the price was related to fading.
The common things of Confucianism and Taoism are their own obstacles, and how can they fade away?
Unless...
Su Mo shivered all over, an instant the whole person fell into a deep trance.
"Unless..."
"... All his ties are dead!"
Su Mo suddenly looked up at the distant horizon, as if you could see the pain lingering in the strange eyes of that year.
"Is this the price you pay for being a God?..."
...
In the ghost gate of a barren realm, the land is desolate.
Between the dark heaven and earth, only the ruins everywhere, the cool wind attacked, rolled up the dust of the river.
A thousand Zhang altar towering in the desolate ghost gate land, altar is more than ten huge stone statues.
A stone tablet stands in a circle of a dozen statues.
Next to the stone was a dead bone, and next to the bone was a broken man.
The strange man in this silent ghost door has been accompanied by the dead bones, a year, perhaps countless years...
Until he was as dead as a bone beside him.
The strange man looked up, leaning against the cold stone tablet, his eyes looked at the void without any attention, and seemed to see the young man's trance...
"With your talent, I think you should have made it this far..."
The strange man murmured, his voice floating in the empty ghost gate land, and no one answered.
"This is the price of Confucianism and Taoism..."
"Helplessly watching your ties, one by one away from you, in the life and death of the road, out of the common."
Strange like into the memories, the mouth of the mouth pan bitter, muttering: "when the sister was trapped behind the ghost door, the door suffered great changes."
"I live above and below; there is no one alive except me..."
"So many of my ties went with it."
"The disappearance of Confucianism and Taoism is doomed to be a tragedy from beginning to end!"
The strange man sighed and shook his head slowly.
He was only able to successfully fade because of an accident that led to the collapse of his family.
And Confucianism and saints are his many "ties" in the long river of time have been old and died out, only from the perception of life and death successfully faded...
"The more cause and effect, the more obstacles, the farther we go... But then the more common things have to be abandoned."
A cool breeze blew, and the strange man rolled up his body.
"You are encumbered too much, just like the sage of those days..."
"What would you do? Like the Confucians and saints in the long river waiting for your fetters to leave you one by one?"