Qingluo Yuan Shen sank into the Three Treasures Ruyi. For a moment, his eyes were filled with light, brilliant light, the most magnificent light in the world.
The light of destiny shines across the sky, and the laws of time are criss-crossed.
Beyond the light is an infinite world of darkness, with no sky and no earth, only darkness.
Qingluo squinted his eyes and looked into the light.
That is a river. It is the most mysterious river in the world. Even in all eternity, few people have seen this river with their own eyes.
This river is greater than the Huangquan River, the Ruoshui River, and the Tianhe River.
It is a reflection of all living things in the prehistoric world.
The waves of the Yaojin River never stop coming and going.
There are countless sediments of sand at the bottom of the river, as well as bits of gold.
In the river, there are countless golden stars trying to jump out of the river, some are very low, some are very high, they are all floating in the river.
On the river, there are thousands of golden true souls, emitting the immortal, immortal, immortal Daluo True Spirit.
Higher above the river, there are stars shining with starlight, in various colors, each star hangs high in the sky, eternal heaven and earth.
Above the stars, there are seven heavens, which symbolize six saints and one authentic saint! They are the sky, a piece of sky, an unattainable sky.
Below, there are five phantoms, which are the phantoms of the five holy beasts. They are as high as the stars and as low as the sky.
Here, there are traces of all living things, and there are imprints of every prehistoric figure. Here is the most mysterious river of destiny in the prehistoric times.
Qingluo was stunned. It was the first time he saw it. Although it was not the real river of destiny, it was enough to shake people's hearts.
Beyond the long river, a picture emerges.
That was the Kunlun Mountain, and that was the day when the Three Purities separated their families. I left with Xuandu, Tongtian left with the Seven Immortals, and the four major disciples. Yuanshi Tianzun stood on the top of the steps outside Yuxu Palace.
, the twelve golden immortals stood on both sides, bending down to bid farewell to the two saints.
The scene changed, and on Jin'ao Island in the East China Sea, the immortals on the island changed from two digits to three digits, then to four digits, then to five digits, and then to six digits.
Qingluo raised his head and looked towards the sky. There was a patch of blue sky there, with green clouds. Those were the sky clouds of the saint who reached the sky.
The sky cloud is originally at the same height as the other five heavens, but every time there is an immortal on Jin'ao Island, the azure sky cloud drops a green chain to connect to a true spirit.
One hundred thousand Taoist gods were linked to the blue sky, and one hundred thousand true spirits fought their way up from the long river, swimming upstream. The higher one hundred thousand true spirits climbed, the lower the blue clouds fell, one minute after another.
The other five heavens are rising imperceptibly, but the blue sky is sinking.
Among the seven heavens, there is one sky that is as black as ink and stands at the highest point. That is the sky of Empress Pingxin.
After that, there is a black and white sky that is equal to the blue sky and red clouds. That is the sky of Laozi and Nuwa.
Next, there is a white lotus pure sea sky, which is the sky that welcomes you.
Next, there is a sky of Qingyun and a sky of golden light. Those are the sky of Yuanshi and Zhunti.
At the bottom is the blue sky. It is the sky that reaches the sky!
In the other six heavens, there are also divine chains manifested to pull the true spirits up and down the river of destiny below, but the most are just more than a hundred divine chains from the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty. I only have one, and that is Xuandu.
Nuwa also had dozens of them, and Qingluo saw that his Da Luo true spirit was implicated in Nuwa's blue sky and red clouds.
There are only dozens of citations.
There are too many things involved in the blue sky below. Even if a hundred thousand divine chains bring some luck to the blue sky, it will only make the blue sky wider. It looks wider and broader, but in fact it becomes heavier and heavier.
The scene next to the river changed again, to the scene where Yuanshi Tianzun waved the Pangu flag, destroying fifty thousand Jiejiao Immortals with one flag.
Above the river of destiny, Qingluo's true spirit rose into the sky and turned into a twinkling star. The blue sky suddenly lightened up, and half of the divine chains were broken.
Afterwards, the Two Saints of the West took away more than 20,000 people, and more than 20,000 people died in the fighting. On the long river, there were only three thousand true spirits implicated in the blue sky, and four stars dragged up the blue sky. The eight immortal true spirits were unsinkable.
Lift.
However, when the blue sky was about to rise, heavy demonic clouds rose from the bottom of the long river and clung to the blue clouds. The blue clouds were half green and half demonic, and scattered one after another.
Qing Luo didn't miss a single change, he took in everything.
Then, the long river dimmed, and the images disappeared. A single figure stood in the dark sky, silent and empty.
That is the shadow of Yuanshi.
Qingluo salutes.
However, Xuying ignored him and said, "Qingluo, when you saw this image of me, you already knew it in your heart.
This image is just a shadow left by the throne, and has no distracting thoughts."
The corners of Qingluo's eyes moved slightly, and he stood up, without saying a word, and stopped the saint's words. The image in front of him was the photo of the saint from the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty. This piece of Three Treasures Ruyi only preserved this scene.
Xuying said: "In the Battle of the Gods, I did not hesitate to break up with Tongtian and destroy most of the disciples of the Jie Jiao. I never felt that I was wrong, and I never felt that I was ashamed of the disciples of the Jie Jiao.
The one I am ashamed of is my disciples.
You must have seen clearly the previous image of the River of Destiny, which was a temporary shadow of the River of Destiny intercepted by me. As you can see, the saint's fortune and merit are as high as the sky, and he will be immortal for all calamities.
But anything with the word "saint" on it is far from the ordinary. Including disciples of a saint! As you can see, every disciple of a saint will share the luck, merit and destiny of the saint.
Even if there are 100,000 disciples who gather their fortunes and the level of Tongtian is not high enough, it will only increase Tongtian's burden.
Tongtian thinks that there is no obstacle, but there is a serious obstacle.
You are the son of Daoxuan who has entered the Zixiao Palace, so you must also know the realm of a saint.
Above Hunyuan, there is still the ninth level of extraordinary heaven. I and Tongtian have already reached the third level of the first level. Tongtian's fortune and fortune have been reduced, and the breakthrough to the second level is far away. But the disaster of extraordinary catastrophe and annihilation of the world is far away.
The time is coming and I have no choice but to be so cruel.
Moreover, all gods who can be on the list of gods are lucky. They can live forever with their true souls and rely on the list of gods. After a long time, in the extraordinary tribulation, there will be countless immortals who will not even have the chance to escape reincarnation with their true spirits. They can only completely
Fall.
As for the disciples I teach, they will adhere to my will, fight in accordance with heaven, and fight for disasters. They will not care about life and death, but only fight for the way of heaven.
Therefore, what I am ashamed of is the disciples of Chanjiao. They will still have a war waiting for them in the future. There will be no protection from saints, no opportunity for reincarnation, and no way out. If you die, you will die, just like a mortal.
Usually dead.
But I believe that no one of my Yuxu disciples will retreat. How could I, the Chanjiao Taoist lineage, be weaker than the Jiejiao Taoist lineage who is not afraid of life and death?
The disciples of my Chan teaching can also be as fearless in life and death as the disciples of the Jie teaching, just to protect the Tao!"
Qing Luo was shocked. He still looked down upon the Kunlun Taoist, the saint who explained the religion.
Yuanshi Xuying smiled again and said: "Are you wondering why I don't tell Tongtian directly?"
At this point, Yuan Shi's eyes softened, and he chuckled: "My second brother, no one knows him better than me. He will not abandon his disciples for these, nor will he abandon his disciples for these. He
How to find reasons to give up, to abandon, to face his one hundred thousand disciples, and treat him as one hundred thousand disciples in the sky?
He couldn't, so I took action for him.
Although it is temporarily cruel, to be cruel to the disciples of the Jie Sect at this time is to be kind to them. The prehistoric era will not be destroyed, the list of gods will not be destroyed, and their true spirits will not be destroyed. It is much better than the disciples of my Chan Sect who will be scattered in the future."
When Yuanshi talked about Tongtian, even Zicheng abandoned this seat and used the word "I" instead.
In the eyes of the Great Master, this most majestic and face-saving saint, under his majestic and aloof dignity, has the heart of a saint and a compassionate heart.
Qingluo understood, he understood why Tongtian hesitated and hesitated again and again when he took action against Yuanshi, because brotherly love is heavier than mountains, deeper than seas, and bigger than heaven and earth!
Yuanshi added: "I have no regrets about Sanxiao. They interrupted my path of teaching the Twelve Golden Immortals. It was not just the twelve immortals who were interrupted, but also the entire Twelve Golden Immortals.
Save, don't keep, it won't work. At that time, half of my heart hurt like a knife, and it was gone.
I hope you can understand my heart. What I say is only spread here. Only you and I know it in the world.
Do you understand?"
As soon as these words fell, the shadow of the Yuanshi disappeared, the Qingluo Yuanshen retreated, and the fragments of the Three Treasures were shattered into pieces. They rose up with the wind and scattered on the lotus lake. One lotus lake and another lake were filled with joy and sorrow.
Qingluo felt ashamed and ashamed. Saint Yuanshi only took a photo and did not give Qingluo a chance to answer. However, Saint Yuanshi knew that Qingluo would only forgive.
Qingluo was silent, having a deeper understanding and deeper feelings about the Holy Spirit in his heart.
Yuanshi cherishes his disciples, but he also cherishes brotherhood. Yuanshi has always been Yuanshi, and Tongtian has always been Tongtian. The Three Pure Ones and Three Saints will always be one.
Qingluo still remembers that sentence, red flowers, green leaves and white lotus roots, the three religions were originally one family.
Chapter completed!