This world is made up of superior conditions.
The picture scroll universe is composed of the upper boundary, which is no different from Lu Zhengkang’s Pure Land or Xiangshu’s Hell.
This reason comes from the declining universe.
The basis of existence is the upper limit.
The movement of the upper edge presents the cosmic phase.
Time and space, matter, energy, concepts, laws...
The movement of the upper edge allows these beings to evolve.
Swordsman Mo Yun, after observing the battle between Buddha and demon, he fully understood the truth.
The existence of the world is no different from my existence.
My heart is everything I am.
If the heart can replace me, it can replace the universe.
Let matter and energy become my sword, and let time and space also become my sword.
Just a glacier, so what if it only accounts for one third of the world?
The Sword of Gods and the Universe between Hearts.
The ink cloud melted into the raging sword energy, and this sword flower spread. The glaciers, vegetation, and air dust along the way were all bound and tampered with by the domineering sword intention.
This is the true sword of all things!
The alien Jiuhan opened his eyes wide, his eyes were blue and purple, reflecting an otherworldly light.
"What a beautiful swordsmanship... I am safe..."
The sword energy was like a dragon, rushing into the thousands of miles of glaciers. In an instant, the boundless ice body that came from the northwest and covered the Western Regions, Shanxi, Gyeonggi, Liaodong, Shandong and most of Jingbei disappeared.
An ice dragon flew into the sky and disappeared.
Mo Yun lay prone on the ground.
His body was severely injured, his meridians were severed, and he could not move.
He felt the gentle cold wind blowing on his face, and the tender down on his face swayed slightly.
The wind comes from the left.
The swordsman turned his head to look.
That strange person Jiuhan, with Xiaoxue flying beside him, stood in front of Jiuhan, a woman as white as ice, as cold as ice, and as arrogant as ice.
She took Jiuhan's hand.
The light at noon was so warm that it illuminated the snow girl's skin translucent and moist, and gave Jiuhan's withered face a golden halo.
Two cold and depressed weirdos, they smiled at each other with the gentlest smiles in this life and the next. They held each other's hands and wandered away at the end of the wind and snow.
Mo Yun looked at a sword hilt falling on the ground, struggled for a moment, straightened up slightly, and then fell down with all his strength. The ground was so hard that it hit his chest and squeezed out a large mouthful of blood.
"I'm sorry, kid, I've worn out your body... Haha, I can't accompany you on the next journey..."
The strongest swordsman in the world, Master Broken Sword, Mo Yun, smiled softly and passed away. The last bit of his soul was used to repair his body. In this unwitnessed battlefield of gods and demons, a hero met his end.
In a blink of an eye, Wang Pingan sat up in confusion.
what happened?
Where am I?
A few sections of the sword fell out of the long robe and wide sleeves and fell to the ground.
"The green dragon in the sleeve! Why is it broken?" The Taoist priest was heartbroken. As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, he immediately tasted the taste of blood in his mouth, "Hey, hey, hey! Why did the path bleed so much blood?"
"Could it be?" A possibility flashed through my mind like lightning, "Could it be that I was beaten up by the Buddha?"
boom!!!
"Have fun! Come again!"
On the horizon, two giants were fighting, and the roar could be heard in the distance.
Wang Pingan was frightened by the loud noise. He picked up the pieces of the flying sword randomly, wiped the blood on his face, and took steps to escape from this dangerous place.
However, after walking a few steps, he stepped on something hard under his right foot. He lost his footing and slipped, spraining his foot.
"Ouch!" The Taoist priest fell down and rolled a few times holding his ankles. "It hurts me so much!"
He is now suffering from various injuries, depleted internal Qi, and regressed in skill. He is at his weakest moment. This fall was so severe that he almost gave up his young life on the spot.
"What is plotting against Master Dao!" Wang Ping'an groped around and found a sword hilt in the grass.
It looks exactly like a sword-hilt-shaped object carved out of ice.
There is also the inscription Daxuan Ning.
"Huh? Is this the kind of sword hilt in the Sword Tomb?"
At this time, the hilt of the sword trembled slightly, pointing to the battlefield in the distance.
The battle between Xuefeng and Sun Lizhai is in full swing, and their bodies are getting bigger and bigger, and they have already broken through the sky.
With every movement of their hands, the storm was raging, and the clouds in the sky were dispersed, turning into white smoke between their fingers and streamers between their waists and abdomens. The intense friction brought out electricity, crackling and roaring.
"So...so awesome!"
Taoist Wang just glanced at it and didn't dare to take a closer look. As soon as he looked around intently, he was stunned and stunned.
It is said that there were giants in ancient times, such as the Fangfeng clan, the Longbo people, etc. The pure and beautiful power of these giants makes people yearn for it. Wang Pingan also likes to read books such as "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" and "Liezi".
He had also admired and admired the giants before, but now that two giants really appeared in front of him, he was immediately frightened to death.
"Run, run, run!!!" The Taoist priest was so frightened that he just ran away, forgetting about the Pure Land. In this moment of panic, the antenna behind him slowly moved over, and the endless wind swept him up and flew high.
The tall one was thrown back, heading towards the giant battlefield!
"Mom! Ancestor of the Sanqing Dynasty! Luyuan Bodhisattva! Save Xiaodao!"
The screams disappeared in the wind.
…
The world is made up of superior conditions.
But the upper edge also has different states.
Its movement can be identified as another system.
Only with the upper edge of destiny can infinite existence burst out.
And the world where the flow of fate disappears will gradually become dead and silent, and will eventually return to nothingness.
The fate flows and the fate persists, and the cycle repeats.
The upper edge is still the upper edge, but the universe will become empty and empty during this cycle, and this process of constant renewal is very long.
The souls of the picture scroll universe maintain the flow of fate through reincarnation, while in the outer universe, although the flow of fate is still there, it has slowly slowed down, and this state is no longer suitable for the existence of life in the active period of the universe.
If the upper edge of the Emaki universe is like a rushing river, then the upper edge of the large universe is like a slowly moving glacier.
The Emaki Universe is like a small whirlpool on a glacier, and there are many such small whirlpools.
And in the upper edge of the picture scroll universe, Lu Zhengkang's pure land and Xiangshu's hell are like two onions grown without soil, with roots spreading all over them.
The difference is that the Pure Land is larger, and the Pure Land recognized by Emaki Yuanling has gradually become the universe itself, while Xiangshu's pitiful hell can only curl up.
The upper limit does not matter time and space.
Both the Pure Land and Hell are spreading towards the past and future.
The existence of Lu Zhengkang and Xiangshu is also spreading to the third generation.
Their confrontation is not only in space, but also in time.
…
Zhuolu.
Dark clouds cover the sky.
The two armies faced each other in the wilderness.
Ji Xuanyuan stood on the Qibao Emperor's chariot, holding his sword with his left hand and stroking his beard with his right hand, looking at Chi You from a distance.
This battle must be fought and won! China’s territory, China’s civilization, hundreds of millions of people, and civilizations of all ages, this battle can be expected!
After successive defeats, Chi You's army became exhausted and killed the enemy to seize the throne today!
This is a critical moment.
In the open space between the two armies, a golden canvas flew out of nowhere, spinning upward into the sky. A faint roar came out. When the soldiers on both sides heard it, their eyes suddenly turned red, their expressions were distorted, and they were in extreme pain.
The emperor's chariot drooped down and a stream of mysterious light protected Ji Xuanyuan, blocking him from the Prime Minister's roar. The future Yellow Emperor looked at the golden canvas that came from nowhere in shock.
Behind him, Guangchengzi narrowed his eyes and said softly: "The most evil demon will bring great disaster to the world."
The roars that made people lose their souls and their minds were constantly surging, and the armies on both sides were scattered. It looked like the entire army was annihilated.
At this time, a round hole opened in the clouds, and under the light beam, a black ball fell like a meteorite, and suddenly hit the drawing paper, and the Xiangshu let out a muffled groan.
Chapter completed!