The burning dawn and dusk jointly pave the way to the stunning scenery at this moment.
It was a sharp sword descending from the sky, piercing the haze that shrouded the world.
With a flash of sword light, everything fell into silence, and the wind and rain stopped.
The crazy human world has also come to a standstill.
Their emotions at this moment stayed on their faces, and their despairing and lifeless eyes were lit up by the sword light. All kinds of faces that were ferocious because of anger, howling because of separation, and crazy and hateful because of lack of scruples turned into silence. This world
He was silent along with the earth, just looking up at the sword light piercing the other side of the darkness.
A strange wave spread from the center of the black and white intersection of the earth.
Like a tidal wave.
The rising tide submerged everything, and a sense of suffocation came up, strangulating the throats of all spirits. Perhaps a long time passed, or only a moment passed, and the people who were "submerged" heard the melodious sound of the flute, as if someone was far away.
A local player plays an unknown tune.
Boundless, long-lasting, yet carrying a majesty that cannot be disobeyed.
Who is playing the flute, and under what conditions can they hear this tune? People from different countries in this world, monks of different affiliations, and demons from different territories and mountains and rivers have never risen in such a unified way.
kind of question.
Slowly.
The suffocating feeling of drowning began to recede, the tide fell at this time, and the melodious music gradually faded away in their minds. When they came back to their senses and wanted to find out, there was only a blank in their minds, not even the memories they recalled.
Leave it behind, just like a thin layer of snow, which will disappear completely after the sun comes out, making it impossible for people to find it anymore.
"Master Gong, the God of All Foods." Li Xi'an read softly.
He holds a sword in one hand and a flute in the other.
When the melodious farewell song fell, the golden flute on his left hand gradually disintegrated and dissipated. Miraculously, he had nothing when he arrived, but just now, he had everything, even better than himself in this world.
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Li Xi'an took the sword and carved words on the stone tablet.
"My name is the tribute of the Ten Thousand Food Gods. I enjoy the food and wealth of all peoples and creatures, and I carry out virtues and grievances in all directions of the world." That ancestor once said.
The faint sword beheaded the faxiang, and the bright sword beheaded the ancestor.
When Li Xi'an stared at the eyes on the head, he saw the vicious anger that wanted to burn him. For this master, he had never done anything wrong and had no bad consequences. He was trying to get back the mountains and rivers of Kyushu.
, but he died here like this. He was enveloped in a sense of powerlessness that he had never experienced since he entered the Realm of True One. It was as if in front of this red-clothed immortal, he had gone back to the past, back to the time when he was still a weak creature.
when.
There is a saying that killing the ancestors is the same as killing the mountains and rivers. It means that creatures at the level of the ancestors are difficult to die, just like the mountains and rivers that have existed forever in the world. Killing and massacre cannot destroy them.
One day, just like rivers will converge and mountains will rise, ancestors will wake up.
This sentence may not be accurate, but we can also understand from it that the creatures of the True First Realm are ultimately called ancestors and are extremely difficult to kill.
Neither the terrifying environment in the universe nor the crises in the sea of stars can stop them from passing one star after another.
But he died.
His head fell to the ground and his body fell. The boundless mana and Taoism flowed away as quickly as his blood.
The two sharp swords transformed into dawn and dusk seemed to contain some incredible power, driving him to silence. At the end of his sight, he gave the immortal the most vicious look and the most terrifying anger.
I really want to ask, why, why are you! He never thought that he would die under the sword of another creature from Kyushu. Such unwillingness, resentment, anger and confusion continued until the melodious flute sound sounded.
Heng Xiao Jin Ni?
This melody and the cave flute.
Among the ancestors, there are those who cannot be shaken: Qingsuo Mountain, Changhengdao, Tianhuayin, and Hengxiao Jin Master Ni.
But didn't he leave? The Supreme opened up the world and sent them away. Wanshi Shen Gong's consciousness was gradually darkening, and his thinking was about to stop. The melodious flute music was pulling his thoughts, using the rhythm as the rhythm, and transformed into
Composing words and sending down Taoism, at this moment, he who was about to die under this melodious melody heard the beat. Someone said to him under this ancient law——
"Whoever wants to be destroyed now must first destroy his own body."
"I will give you a peaceful sleep for tens of millions of years. When you wake up, you will be able to see your enemies clearly."
The sound of the flute dispersed and melted into the light of the sword.
The stone tablet was erected, and the Taoist name was buried in it.
Li Xi'an started writing, and the sunlight dissipated in his hands. Zu's corpse lost his consciousness and life and turned into a towering mountain. Li Xi'an looked into the distance, and everything he looked at was blood red. But soon, the blood was changing.
, glowing, and the sound of prayers can be heard, they are the people who once worshiped this ancestor. This level of life has been separated from the scope of bones and flesh, and the bones after death are part of the heaven and earth.
He heard the faint question coming from the light.
The voice asked: "Who are you?"
Who am I? Li Xi'an folded his hands on his red clothes. The burning dawn and dusk were extinguished in the high sky. The night stretched from where Li Xi'an stood to both sides. The stars and the moon once again cast light on the land.
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Li Xi'an looked back, with shining golden lotus flowers in his eyes.
He looked at the stone monument.
He carved a line of small words on the place where Master Gong, the God of All Foods, stayed.
"The Immortal."
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Darkness enveloped the earth. When the burning firelight in the east and west disappeared, people readjusted to the sudden darkness.
But near the junction, a figure quickly passed through.
It's the woman in gray.
She was searching anxiously, her consciousness spreading as far as possible, scanning every corner of the earth under her gaze.
Until she saw a familiar figure lying on the ground.
The place where it appeared may be in the original small town, but now all the mountains and rivers in this place have disappeared and turned into a dark flat land, and there is no way to distinguish it.
She descended and approached the figure lying on the ground.
Rough cloth, thick and straight eyebrows, and tanned skin. The woman in gray gently held the man's face and felt the familiar texture in her hands.
He is her husband.
Not that strange and powerful creature.
She never needs that kind of strength, but she also needs to thank him, and she must also be grateful to him.
The majestic creature standing in the golden flames was as majestic as an emperor.
If it weren't for his existence, the world would collapse under the power of the ancestors, and all life would be dead. Whether it was her, or her beloved husband and children.
The woman in gray bowed down to the only tall mountain standing here.
And no one can see the depths of this high mountain, which is made of earth and wood. This mountain will imprison something forever until the day when the oath is made comes.