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How could heaven and earth ever be afraid of light? But at this moment, heaven and earth are really afraid of light.
The countless rays of light burst out everywhere, and the sparks splashed everywhere. The brilliance far surpassed that of the sun.
Huang Quan pointed his finger, and all the death energy contained in this world burst out.
The man in white clothes stood on the shoulders of the huge body, slowly closing his eyes and listening in all directions.
The howling silence of the wind blew up in the heaven and earth here, but it could not make any sound.
This is the silent wind.
This wind exists and is wandering around. But it just can't bring the sound of the wind.
Silence is speechlessness. But what are the inner words left behind by countless souls who were buried here?
It was their thoughts that echoed throughout the world. However, their thoughts were still left unheard and unanswered.
This is something that happened on my mind a long time ago, and it was also a past event a long time ago. Everyone has a story. When these stories are connected one after another, they become thousands of stories.
However, today, these stories are once again visible to the world. Although it is silent, someone's ears are listening to these voices from all directions.
After people meet at dusk, they play a soft song. In it, the shadows of trees and figures seem to be reflected in the sunset in the western mountains.
Reflected in this bright light.
People can't understand why black mist billows out when they point their finger.
It's obviously darkness, but it's light?
In this light, there is an indescribable powerful force. No one can resist this force. When it rushes, it roars and shakes the sky.
However, that person kept his eyes closed.
What he heard were sounds coming from all directions. They were thoughts that had been stored in this world for countless years.
These silent thoughts were finally heard today.
Here, the resentments of those creatures that disappeared in the past were extracted. Here they have no resentment or hatred. But they still left behind the memories and thoughts they told.
People will eventually come to an end one day. But everyone is born from the dawn, and naturally wants to usher in the sunset and dusk completely to see the final surprise.
That amazing thing is from birth to death, dazzling youth, to the end, thousands of scenes intersecting between thoughts, like turning a page.
However, the book that belongs to these people, called Time, has been cut off by life. There is no ending, and there is no afterglow of the setting sun. In that moment, I can recall the past with a snap of my fingers.
This is the concern of those lives. No matter how many years it is, it is stored in their hearts. Even after death, it will still be like this, remaining for countless years. Perhaps, this thought will last forever.
Until, someone listens to it. It is lifted up by someone.
However, this is simply impossible. When it becomes silent, how can anyone in this world understand it?
No one can understand, no one can listen. Even back then, no one could understand the group of Mo Chen cultivators and the Martial Ancestor who came here.
Is it true that no one can understand?
A black snow was flying in and out. Everywhere it went, it was lit up by starlight fireworks. So, there was no darkness under the underworld.
Some are just bright sparks, the burning of life.
Use your own life to dye the ending dusk and the amazement of the dusk.
As a result, it formed a shadow, leaving behind countless shadows that fell in this silent world, just like the previous snowstorm, appearing in the heaven and earth.
These are countless figures.
Countless figures appeared in this world. They appeared in the eyes of the man in white.
However, these figures can only be seen by the man in white.
At this moment, people looked into the distance. They could only see the spreading thunder and the black snow rolling everywhere.
And, the figure standing on fourteen sides and fourteen points.
The huge, towering god covered the fourteen figures. But the aura as long as the rainbow couldn't stop it!
"The world here has been ruthlessly destroyed. The rules here have disappeared. Those countless thunders are just the rules of this world, the last tenacity. But in the end, it is still inevitable to be wiped out."
"From now on, this world is no longer heaven and earth. It is not even considered as nothingness. What is nothingness? It is the body of Tao which is nothingness, so it can contain and contain all things. Therefore, it is nothingness and nothingness. This is all things in life.
That one is the void. That nothingness is the infinite possibility."
"However, this place has been completely wiped out. How can it accommodate all things? Even if it is dust, it will never come back."
Here, the only person who understands that magical realm is Ji Yan who once set foot in that realm. Even the man in white and the thirteen divine generals cannot compare with them.
After all, the former has not set foot on it. The latter is just a thing formed by a formation. How can it be compared?
Only with extreme resentment can one know the horror of that realm.
There, instead of saying it is nothingness, it can be more appropriately described as a painting.
A blank painting.
Suddenly, a thunder cracked through the blank space.
There were bursts of sound. This black snow disturbed the blood color of the sky. It was silent, but it triggered the thunderous sound of drums.
The next moment, the extremely resentful statue widened his eyes and showed disbelief.
"How could it be like this... The heaven and earth can no longer contain all things, and that snow is just an outpouring of the rules of heaven and earth. How could it be like this..."
The sky above has turned into a building. There are clouds and waves one after another. It is actually the spring scenery of Jinjiang River.
Spring flowers appeared on the other side of the cloud waves, and birds flew in the forest. The sky-high road turned into a boat and sailed upstream. As it passed by, the spring breeze blew on my face, and it was leisurely, reflecting the sky.
There was a roar. A burst of spring light spread out for thousands of miles.
There was a sapling that sprouted and grew from nothingness, and instantly reached the sky. It is said that the sky is difficult to touch, but this tree climbed up easily.
A tree crosses the mountains and rivers, and there are thousands of light cages. These are all figures.
One after another, figures appeared on each branch. Colorful and colorful, it was in this tree that the endless stream of eternity exuded, and also sang and told their thoughts.
Someone stretched out his hand to describe the heaven and earth, recalling the journey upstream and tracing back to the past.
One stroke after another, a heaven and earth are created, full of vitality.
What is carried on this tree is the past. It is the silent thoughts.
The man in white slowly raised his head and walked step by step to the center of the tree. Accompanied by this colorful scene.
In the sky and below, there is only one raised finger. There is only one voice.
"The heart that transforms into illusory dust is like immortality. Then what does this looking back, this moment of aging, this mesmerizing past, and this thinking mean nothing?"
"Looking back at this step, this life is hesitant. It is the trajectory, and it is the wonderful life full of unknowns. I don't know who you are. Why did you compose a wrong path? But in Chu's eyes, being so contrary to the path, and
How could it be top grade?"
Today, along the Wanshu River, there was a fury. It was surging incessantly, rushing into my ears. Someone stretched out his hand, and the boat went against the current. It was empty and disappeared.