Zhutian Avenue

Huhuhu~~~

　　 The colorful trees covering the sky and the sun also seemed to shroud the huge darkness, but instead brought a light that was different from ordinary times to this cold and dead world.

　　 Under the tree, a monk sits opposite each other, holding black and white chess pieces, dropping and picking up the pieces without any haste, and a group of happy and contented scenes.

　　 is not far from here, a group of people are looking at the distance, or frowning, or complexion, there are also people who shake their heads and smile bitterly.

　　 No one leaned forward, even if it was Sa Wuling who was sighing, he had a headache and seemed to be undecided.

Snapped!

　　 In the crisp sound of the falling child, Miesheng raised his eyebrows, glanced at the hanging bronze mirror, glanced at the disillusioned Bodhi Taoist, suddenly sneered:

　　 "Your disciples tried desperately to save you. Even when someone was dying, they didn't forget to fish you out of the years, but what's the use?"

　　 He took a deep look at the Taoist Bodhi, the longest time his eyes fell on the bronze mirror.

　　 At the end of time and space, the corpse and the shadow of the magic sword at the beginning of the opening of the sky, he had vaguely noticed when he enlightened the ‘Book of the Great Dao’.

　　 But seeing it doesn’t mean you can get it.

　　 Even his so-called ‘own deity’ Ann, can’t really touch that blade shadow in a real sense.

　　Even if he uses his ‘heart mirror’ as the medium to use his method of dreaming into the great thousand and forcibly mirroring the sword shadow, he still has to pay an extremely heavy price.

　　 Its fundamental divine intent will surely be hit hard by this knife shadow, and it is not impossible to fall directly!

　　 "Everyone underestimates you, but you have calculated everything, including yourself..."

　　 Facing the old opponent's ridicule, Bodhi shook his head slightly and sighed in his heart.

　　 An Qisheng slashed down the law and path of the world, dispelling the saint's shadow, and overturned the order of the saint's dominance of the world for hundreds of millions of times in one fell swoop.

　　 can benefit the most, but it is still extinction.

　　 Now that there are no sages, who else can stop the extinction?

　　 After all, he only has a ray of phantom, and even if he uses "No Songs" again, it will only stop him a little.

　　 After all, the stronger the stronger, the harder it is to kill, but once it falls, the harder it is to reverse life and death.

　　 This is the way of heaven.

　　 is also a avenue.

　　 "The Emperor Tian is not in the same world, perhaps not as special as the Absolute Spirit Universe, but it is by no means comparable to the other world. The endless years of the sages of the Emperor Tian in this realm are no longer capable of breaking the game by ordinary means..."

　　 The dust settled, and the expression of extinction became more and more illusory, and it seemed to be transcendent:

　　 "Broken the game, it's mine after all."

　　 Break the game, it's me!

　　 Bodhi has the intention to refute, but recalling the past to the present, I have to admit that death is indispensable in it, even if he is selfish.

　　 It’s him who dealt with all the saints, it was him who traded with the starry sky poster, it was him who ended the war of cutting the sky, it was him who destroyed Xumi, it was him who enlightened the Great Dao Tianshu,

　　 He was the first to notice the shadow of the magic sword...

　　 "There is something unclear about the poor road..."

　　 After a moment of silence, Bodhi asked, "The deity has omniscience in his hands. Even if you don't see your plan for a while, you will find it after all."

Speaking of this, he said, before he stared at the indifferent face of Xiesheng: "The one sword killed Tailong and all the sages, you are not afraid, even you are also beheaded? "

　　 "Cut me?"

　　 Miesheng nodded: "Although this knife is a shadow of magical powers remaining in the endless years, even if it is reflected in the mirror of the heart, it can kill the saint and naturally it can kill me."

　　 Annihilation is calm, as if there is no concealment.

　　 "However, An someone never held that sword shadow in his palm, or could kill the Tailong who entered the realm, but he may not kill the one from the sky, the starry sky poster!"

　　 There is a rare dignity in the expression of death, and it is the host of the starry sky that he is afraid of:

　　 "He cut this knife, even if he is not mortal, but he can't stay long. If there is no me, who can play with the old immortals outside the sky?"

　　 His tone was flat, as if everything was in his heart, but in fact, everything that happened in 70,000 years hardly exceeded his expectations.

　　 The only problem is the "Song of No Dao" by the Bodhi Taoist.

　　 At this time, the long sword swept away all constraints, and the saints could no longer step into the emperor's heaven, and the deity didn't know his life or death, and he finally made it.

　　 At this point, he glanced at the complex people in the Netherworld, and said lightly: "After all, I will be my ancestor. In the new era, Tai Chi can still be respected."

　　 "But you are finally going to destroy the world... I also need to stop you."

　　 Bodhi's eyes are complicated.

　　Compared to himself, Miesheng has done a lot more. If he hadn't insisted on destroying the world, he would be eager to see and be willing.

　　 What a pity...

　　 "If good and evil are repaid, the emperor must have private! The moral laws of the world can't bind the world after all. The world is not benevolent and everything is the dog, and not benevolence is the great benevolence!"

　　 There is enlightenment in the calm of death:

　　 "Either you or An, you are ultimately bound by common morals, but that is the weakness. You are inferior to me, right here."

　　 "Weakness..."

　　 Bodhi just shook his head: "You said I was bound by ordinary morals, but you, have never deviated from your original self?

　　 Even without us, you would not be An Qisheng! "

　　 hum!

　　 The Seven Treasure Trees buzzed and shook, and in an instant, the Netherworld was overturned, and the boundless void swayed more ferocious ripples.

　　 The Fire Spirit ship hundreds of thousands of miles away was blown away almost sinking.

"Ok?!"

　　 In the storm, the Seven Treasure Trees were hunting and moving, the expression of extinction finally changed, and the eyes were fixed on the bronze mirror.

　　 One word and one meal:

　　 "Ann! Strange! Born!"

　　 The invisible air wave roared in the Nether realm, not fierce, but the entire realm was violently shaking, as if it was about to disintegrate.

　　 Xie Qi and the two of them changed their expressions slightly, and suddenly got up, released magical powers, stabilized the netherworld, and sternly rushed towards the Qibao Miaoshu.

　　 "The two seniors stay calm and stay calm."

　　 The two looked condensed and were about to take action, but Sa Wuling's heart moved, raising his hand to stop the two people's movement, and then pressing down the yelling Gouhuang, his frowning brows were slightly loosened:

　　 "It's the breath of the teacher..."

　　 hum!

　　 Bodhi raised his head.

　　 The bronze mirror that pulled him out of the hole of nothingness burst into bright purple light, and a pair of eyes seemed to light up faintly.

　　 seemed like illusion, but real and true, sweeping through the nether world, and finally fell on the old Buddha under the tree:

　　 "It was born from the same root, so why is it too anxious..."

　　 A slightly regretful voice overflowed from the bronze mirror, spread through the whole world of gloom, and echoed in the hearts of all those who were here.

　　 In a daze, everyone only felt a misty and illusory figure pacing out of the bronze mirror surrounded by purple light.

　　 appeared with him, a warm and peaceful breath has smoothed the turbulence of the entire nether world, penetrated into people's hearts, and eliminated panic and terror.

　　 "An Qisheng!"

　　 The sunspot fell off the chessboard between his fingers, a wave of waves appeared under his eyes.

　　 From now on, there is only one person in front of him who can make him restless in the world.

　　 He thought he didn't care anymore, but when he really faced it, he couldn't stop his heart throbbing for a moment.

　　 This is not fear.

　　 It is the feeling of seeing the origin of oneself, or in other words, vibration.

　　 This is a feeling that no one else can give him. It has nothing to do with strength, but only with the origin.

　　 "For these years, I have always had doubts in my heart, why the Taoist Tailong could kill me in such a ‘coincidental’ cross-border town..."

　　 Amidst the purple light, An Qisheng’s figure is more subtle than that of the Bodhi Taoist, like a depiction of blue smoke, which will disperse at any time:

　　 "It turns out that ‘I’ told him myself..."

　　 "But you are still fine."

　　Miesheng raised his hand, and the Seven Treasure Tree that covered the sky shrank, and when it fell between his five fingers, it was as large as a dust.

　　 His eyes were suddenly and vibrated, and he guessed something in an instant: "Yes, King Power Sword. The King Power Sword still exists in the Absolute Spirit Universe... Well, my memory seems to be missing, this is your next hand?"

　　 At this point, Miesheng suddenly felt shocked. It was not that he had a back hand, but that he was shocked by his own memory...

　　 There is absolutely no error in my memory, but something is missing...

　　 "Extremely smart, I am worthy of it."

　　An Qisheng paced down, stood behind Bodhi, patted his shoulder, and looked towards the extinction, as if looking at another self:

　　 "There really is no so-called good and evil in the world. Su Jie is a great person, but he also has the knowledge and obstacles. The method of the three corpses is only now considered to be complete..."

　　 He slashed the soul, of course, to avoid Tailong's snooping, it is also the method of three corpses.

　　 Cut the good and evil bodies, and retain the ego.

　　 But the law of the three corpses is inherently inadequate after all. Su Jie is a great person, but after all, he has insufficient knowledge and is limited to good and evil.

　　 But for a true practitioner, there is only a difference in Tao, and there is no such thing as good and evil.

　　 Miesheng's complexion was condensed, and his tone gradually became unkind: "You believe in the old man so deeply?"

　　 "Destroy the devil is cut, the Tao is right. What Lao Tan said, do you really understand..."

　　 It's a pity An Qisheng:

　　 "Which one says you are a demon? How did I ever think of myself?"

　　 It is also quite strange for An Qisheng to have a conversation with himself, who has his own memories, cognitions, and thoughts that are completely different.

　　 Incarnation is different from clone.

　　 The thinking of the avatar cannot deviate from the deity, but the clone is like another creature with the first half of his life.

　　 is paradoxical and has the same root, without any extra action, just confronting him, there is an indescribable touch in his heart.

　　 "Dao, magic..."

　　 Annihilation body trembles slightly, and my heart fluctuates.

　　 Since his birth, he has known that he is not a complete individual, lacking his fundamental obsession to survive.

Instead of 　　, he is a demon, and it must be his unwillingness to become a stepping stone to enlightenment.

　　 This unwillingness keeps him alive, and also makes him increasingly paranoid.

　　 At this time, hearing the meaning of An Qisheng's words, thinking back to the past, he seemed to be dreaming of Spring and Autumn again.

　　 once again saw the pointed eyes of the old man preaching.

　　 What he said to me? !

　　 Ming Wu rose up in his heart, even in the state of extinction, all kinds of sourness and throbbing could not help for a while: "You mean..."

　　 "Self-cut you out."

　　 The purple air lingered, the bronze mirror slowly rose into the sky, as if the sun rose, and the darkness was completely purple for a while: "I don't need you to come back anymore!"

　　 Everyone in the Netherworld looked up.

　　 I saw blossoms like a purple sun-like bronze mirror rising from the depths, and it had escaped the netherworld in an instant, concealing nothingness, and calming the dimensional storm between nothingness.

　　 Its light is boundless, spreading to the four poles, illuminating the eight wilderness, broken demon realm, heaven and humanity, animal life, and even countless dimensional worlds.

　　 In this purple light shining, it is as if the years have been reversed, time and space have been fluctuated, one after another countercurrent, self-destructive and complete.

　　 "The purple sun rises from Yuanyang! Patriarch, Patriarch! Patriarch recasts heaven and earth! How fortunate for my disciples to see Patriarch recast heaven and earth!"

　　 "The past cannot be changed, and the future is uncertain! Patriarch, you are truly beyond the best!"

　　 "Ah! Patriarch, Patriarch..."

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　　 Countless people in the world are looking at the sky, UU reading www.uukanshu.com may be at a loss and puzzled, but in the void, the fire spirit ship that crosses time and space is boiling.

　　 Even if they have seen countless records in the ancient books, they can really face the myths and witness the legends, but they still can't suppress the surging and vibration in their hearts.

　　 "The road above the human..."

　　 There is no corner, Ge Xiaoxian stands with his hand holding his hand, letting the waves of time and space beat and drive him and stay still.

　　 is different from anyone on the Fire Spirit Ship, and there is a touch of sadness in his eyes.

　　Countless people in later generations only think that today is the time when the Patriarch proves the Dao, but only a few people like him know.

　　 This day is also a farewell day.

　　 After this day, Yuanyang will live forever, but the Patriarch is gone.

　　 "If there is no retribution for good and evil, Yuanyang must have private..."

　　 Ge Xiaoxian sighed and bowed, his sleeves hanging down:

　　 "The younger disciple Ge Xuan, bid farewell to Patriarch..."

During 　　, his divine intent seemed to be compatible with the purple sun. Seeing the world before these ancient years, in a daze, he saw the endless purple light shining.

　　The familiar Shenyuan gradually emerged, and a sacred figure emerged from the endless light, standing on the Shenyuan, under the sky.

　　 fiddle with time and space, overlooking the vast world.