Huh huh huh huh huh ~~~

The seven-colored trees cover the sky and the sun, which seemed to cover the huge underworld, but instead brought a different light to this cold and silent world.

Under the tree, a monk and a Taoist sit opposite each other, holding black and white chess pieces, making a quick and slow move, picking up a piece of paper, and a happy and satisfying scene.

Not far or near, people looked at each other from afar, either frowning or frowning, or their faces were calm, and some were shaking their heads and smiling bitterly.

No one leaned forward, even Sa Wuling was a little troubled and seemed to be unable to make up his mind.

Bang!

Amid the clear sound of the fall, Mie Sheng raised his eyebrows, looked at the bronze mirror hanging on his head, and his body was as disillusioned as a phantom, and suddenly sneered:

"Your disciples tried their best to save you. Even when An was dying, he did not forget to take you out of the years, but what's the use?"

He looked at the Bodhi Taoist deeply, and his eyes fell on the bronze mirror for the longest time.

At the end of time and space, the corpse at the beginning of the sky and the shadow of the divine sword were vaguely noticed when he enlightened the "Book of the Great Dao".

However, seeing does not mean you can get it.

Even if you are the so-called "original deity" An, you cannot truly touch that sword shadow.

Even if he used his "heart mirror" as a medium to use the method of dreaming in the vast thousand and forcibly reflecting the sword shadow, he still had to pay an extremely heavy price.

The fundamental divine will will be severely damaged by this sword shadow, and it is not impossible to fall directly!

"Everyone underestimated you, you are calculating everything, even you are calculating yourself..."

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

An Qisheng cut down the Dharma paths of all realms with one sword, dispelled the remaining shadow of the saints, and overturned the order of the saints in all realms that were held by billions of epochs in one fell swoop.

The one that can benefit the most is still the death of birth.

Now without the constraints of the saints, who can stop the death and birth?

In the end, he only had a phantom, and even if he used the "Wudao Song" again, he could only stop him slightly.

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

This is the way of heaven.

It is also the great way.

"The Emperor and Heaven are not the same as other realms, and may not be as special as the Jue Ling Universe, but it is definitely not comparable to the equal world. The Emperor and Heaven are in this world for endless years, and it is no longer an ordinary means to break the deadlock..."

As the dust settles, the expression of Death is becoming more ethereal, and it seems to be more transcendent:

"It's up to me after all."

Break the deadlock, it's me!

Bodhi has a heart to refute, but when he thinks about the past and present, he has to admit that death and birth are indispensable, even if he is selfish.

He is the one who deals with the saints, he is the one who trades with the Starry Sky Tower, he is the one who ends the battle to defeat the sky, he is the one who destroys Sumeru, and he is the one who enlightens the Book of Heaven,

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

"I have something unknown..."

After a moment of silence, Bodhi asked, "I have omniscient knowledge in my hand. Even if I can't see your plans for a while, I will find it in the end."

Speaking of this, he paused and then focused on Mie Sheng's indifferent face: "Why would you not be afraid of that knife that kills Tailong and kills all the saints' Dharma path? Even you were killed together?"

"Kill me?"

Mie Sheng nodded: "Although this sword is full of shadows that are left by a magical power before the endless years, even if it is reflected with the mirror of the heart, it can slaughter the saints and naturally kill me."

Destroy and live a life of calmness, as if there is no intention of concealing it.

"But, Mr. An never held the sword shadow in his palm, or could kill the Tailong who entered the world, but he might not be able to kill the one who was in the sky, the master of the Starry Sky!"

Mie Sheng's expression was rare and solemn. What he feared was the owner of the Starry Sky:

"He cut this sword, even if he was not sure of death, he would not be able to stay for a long time. If there was no self, who could play against those immortals outside the world?"

His tone was dull, as if everything was in his heart, but in fact, almost everything that happened in the seventy thousand years was beyond his expectations.

The only fault is the "Song of the Unpredictable Way" by the Taoist Bodhi.

At this time, the long sword wiped out all the constraints, and the saints could not step into the heaven again. The deity also had no idea of ​​life and death, and he would have accomplished it in the end.

Speaking of this, he looked at the crowd of people in the underworld with complex expressions and said lightly: "Finally, I will regard me as my ancestor. In the new era, Tai Chi can still be respected."

"But you will eventually do something to destroy the world... I will also need to stop you."

Bodhi's eyes are complicated.

Compared to himself, he has done more to destroy life. If he had not insisted on doing the destruction of the world, he would have been willing to follow the lead and would have been willing to do it.

pity……

"If good and evil are rewarded, the emperor will have personal gains! The moral laws and regulations in the world will ultimately not bind the heaven and earth. The heaven and earth are not kind to treat all things as straw dogs, and unkind is great benevolence!"

There is enlightenment in the calmness of life and life:

"Whether you or someone else is bound by ordinary morality, but that's the weakness. You are not as good as me, here."

"Is it weak..."

Bodhi just shook his head: "You said I was bound by ordinary morality, but why have you ever deviated from your original self?

Even without us, you can't become An Qisheng!"

Buzz!

The Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree was buzzing and vibrating. In an instant, the underworld turned over, and even more ferocious ripples appeared in the boundless void.

The fire spirit ships that were thousands of miles away were blown to sink.

"Um?!"

The Seven Treasures Tree was rushing in the storm, and Misheng's expression finally changed, and his eyes were frozen on the bronze mirror.

Word by word:

"An! Qi! Sheng!"

The invisible waves of air roared across the underworld, without any ferocity, but the entire world was in violent shock, as if it was about to disintegrate.

Xie Qi and his two men changed their expressions slightly, they suddenly stood up, and used magical powers to stabilize the underworld, and their sharp divine intentions burst into the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree.

"Don't be impatient, two seniors."

The two of them looked calm and were about to take action, but Sa Wuling's heart moved, raised his hand to stop the two of them, and suppressed the screaming Emperor Gou, and his frown slightly relaxed:

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

Buzz!

Bodhi lifts his head.

The bronze mirror that pulled himself out of the hole of nothingness burst out with bright purple light, and faintly, a pair of eyes seemed to illuminate.

It seems to be virtual and illusory, but it is real and true. It swept through the underworld and finally landed on the old Buddha under the tree:

"It was originally born from the same root, why not worry about each other..."

A slightly regretful voice flowed out of the bronze mirror, spreading throughout the dark world, and echoing in the hearts of all those who are here.

In a trance, everyone felt an ethereal and illusory figure walking out from the bronze mirror surrounded by purple light.

With him appearing, a warm and peaceful aura has smoothed the shock of the entire underworld, penetrated into people's hearts, and eliminated panic and horror.

"An Qisheng!"

Heizi fell from the chessboard between his fingers, and a sensation appeared in Misheng's eyes.

Nowadays, there is only one person in front of him who can make him restless.

He thought he didn't care anymore, but when he was facing it, he still couldn't stop his heart from being thrust for a moment.

This is not fear.

It is the moment when you see your origin, or the vibration.

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

"In the past few years, I have always had a doubt in my heart why the Taoist Tailong could cross-border kill me with such a "coincidence"..."

In the purple light, An Qisheng's figure became more ethereal than the Bodhi Taoist, like the blue smoke, and would dissipate at any time:

"So it was 'I' who told him..."

"But you are still fine."

As soon as Mie Sheng raised his hand, the seven treasure tree that was like covering the sky and sun shrank, and when it fell between its five fingers, it was as big as a whisk.

His eyes were suddenly and trembling, and he guessed something in an instant: "Yes, Wang Quan Sword. Wang Quan Sword is still retained in the Jue Ling Universe... Well, my memory seems to be missing. This is your backup plan?"

As soon as he thought of this, Mie Sheng suddenly became shocked. He was not surprised to have a backup plan, but to be surprised to have his own memory...

There is no mistake in my memory, but there is something missing...

"It's extremely smart, I'm worthy of it."

An Qisheng walked down, stood behind Bodhi, patted his shoulder lightly, looking at Desperate and Sheng, as if he was looking at another self:

"There is indeed no so-called good or evil in the world. Even if Su Jie is a hero, he will have the obstacles to knowledge and views in the end. The method of the three corpses can only be considered complete at this point..."

He killed his soul himself, although he wanted to avoid Tailong's spy, but also used the method of the three corpses.

Kill good and evil bodies, and keep your ego.

But the method of the three corpses is ultimately innate. Even if Su Jie is a great man, he has insufficient knowledge and is limited to good and evil.

But for true practitioners, there is only the difference between the Tao, and there is no longer any so-called good or evil.

Mie Sheng's face was calm and his tone gradually became unkind: "Do you believe in Lao Dan so firmly?"

"The devils are all killed, and the Tao is here to come. Do you really understand what Lao Dan said..."

An Qisheng is a little sorry:

"Who said you are a demon? How could I ever think I have said?"

It is also quite wonderful for An Qisheng to talk to himself, who has completely different memories, cognition, and thinking.

Incarnation is different from clones.

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

It is plausible but not bad, and has the same root and origin, without any unnecessary actions. Just facing him directly, he has an indescribable touch in his heart.

"Dao, Demon..."

Misheng's body shook slightly, and his heart tides fluctuated.

Since his birth, he has known that he is not a complete individual and has lacked the fundamental obsession of his existence.

What is replaced is that oneself is a demon, and it must be his unwillingness to become a stepping stone in the path.

This unwillingness made him immortal and made him gradually become paranoid.

At this time, when he heard the meaning of An Qisheng's words, he recalled the past and in a trance, he seemed to have dreamed of the Spring and Autumn Period again.

I saw the old man who was preaching again with some meaningful eyes.

Did he say what he said to me?!

Understand that the state of sorrow and throbbing arises in my heart, even with the state of mind that destroys birth, I can't help but feel sour and throbbing: "You mean..."

"Cut yourself out."

With purple air swaying, the bronze mirror slowly rose into the sky, like the sun rising, and the darkness was overwhelmed: "I don't need you to come back anymore!"

Everyone in the underworld looked up.

I saw a bronze mirror blooming like a purple sun rising up from the abyss, and in just a moment it had escaped through the underworld, illuminating the concealment of nothingness, and calming the dimensional storm between nothingness.

The light is boundless, spreading to the four extremes, illuminating the eight wildernesses, the broken demon realm, the heavenly realm, the animal realm, and even the countless dimensional worlds.

In this purple light, it is like the years have been reversed, the time and space have fluctuated, and they have turned against the current, self-destruction and destruction and return to complete.

"The purple sun rises into Yuanyang! The ancestor, the ancestor! The ancestor recasts the world! How lucky is the disciple to see the ancestor recast the world!"

"The past cannot be changed, but the future is endless! The ancestor really surpasses the supreme!"

"Ah! Ancestor, Ancestor..."

...

Countless people in the world looked at the sky, or were confused and puzzled, but in the midst of nothingness, the fire spirit ship that came across time and space was boiling.

Even though they have seen countless records in the classics, they can still not suppress the surging and vibration in their hearts when they truly face myths and witness the legends.

"The road above man..."

In a corner of nothingness, Ge Xiaoxian stood with his hands behind his back, allowing the tides of time and space to sway and remained unmoved.

Unlike anyone on the Fire Spirit Ship, there was a hint of gloom in his eyes.

Countless people in later generations only thought that today was the time for the ancestors to attain enlightenment, but only a few people like him knew about it.

This day is also the day of farewell.

After this day, Yuanyang will last forever, but the ancestor is gone.

"If good and evil are not rewarded, Yuanyang will have private..."

Ge Xiaoxian sighed and bowed, and his sleeves were hanging down:

"Ge Xuan, a junior disciple, bid farewell to the ancestor..."

During the breeze, his divine intention seemed to be compatible with the purple sun. He saw the heaven and earth before this ancient time. In a trance, he saw the endless purple light shining.

The familiar divine court gradually emerged, and a sacred figure walked out of the endless light, standing above the divine court and under the dome.
Chapter completed!