There is a boat, sailing in the illusion of the dusty heart. It is sailing on the difficult thoughts coming from this world.
It surges like a tidal wave. It rises one after another and never ends. This feeling is difficult to calm down, just because the years are too long and it cannot be explained clearly in a period of time.
This was originally a pool of stagnant water, buried by dust, and seemed to be frozen into ice in the freezing sky and frozen ground. But today, it is different. The dust seal has been lifted. The frozen solid has returned to life in the warmth of spring.
, revitalize living water.
So, it became a river and surged again.
That boat dropped a tree seed down the surging river, gathering ideas from all directions and listening to all opinions. As a result, all the accumulation over the years poured into that tree seed.
This becomes nutrients, allowing the tree species to grow, bloom and bear fruit.
There are thousands of purples and reds, one flower and one fruit, and each fruit contains a piece of the past. In just a short moment, the flowers bloom and bear fruit, which is a piece of the past.
These past events have been organized into thousands of pictures, intertwined together, and people who were originally unrelated have become connected and have a common discourse in this interweaving.
Their thoughts, in the final analysis, are all unwillingness to face the sudden end of life. However, their unwillingness is not here. When their resentment has been removed, some of them are just regrets.
There is no resentment, no hatred. I have never known resentment or hatred in my life. How helpless I am.
If they are still alive, they will always have a smile on their face. This is a smile that everyone would show, a helpless fake smile.
Their sense of injustice has been taken away from them, so they can only drift with the tide and become calm.
But at this moment, it is no longer the case.
Just because when that tree grows, it is this calmness that turns into a turbulent surge. The tree has roots that are endless, and in the whiskers, there are great surges.
That figure stood in the center of the tree. People saw that there were dots of stars in those long beards, gathering in the white clothes.
People also saw that where they were, countless black masses were rising, covering the sky and the earth, appearing and disappearing.
"This is......."
Han Xiangzi suddenly became frightened. He felt that there was an extremely strong resentment in the world.
This second difficulty should have been eliminated. However, it was overturned.
"This is not only the second difficulty, but also the resentment of this emperor's journey."
Those buried grievances rose up. Their direction was exactly that big tree and that figure.
This darkness emerged in the sky and earth, like countless stars, as vast as the sea, and innumerable.
In an instant, he arrived in the distance and among the long beards.
So, black and white exist.
No one can explain what this black vastness is. What is the connection between it and the white cloth? Why can they echo each other even though they are thousands of miles apart?
In this world, only Han Xiangzi knows it. Because, deep in his body, the resentment itself can clearly feel the passing of resentment.
That is not the resentment itself, but the resentment that has come from all directions in the emperor's presence during these countless years.
However, the accumulation of countless years was completely removed under the whiskers of the big tree.
This is the resentment that came from Emperor Linguan, accumulated over countless years. At this moment, it is all gathered on that person.
There was a soft groan. Han Xiangzi finally spit out a mouthful of blood.
This was followed by other humming sounds.
This was a soft hum from the side. It was the voice of the four heavenly beings: Jiuyin, Yuan, and Wu Ling.
Originally, these four most powerful men in the sky encountered a sneak attack by Han Xiangzi, and they were all filled with resentment and their minds were filled with resentment.
But at this moment, all the resentment that the Resentment Master had accumulated in this world was exhausted, and his strength receded again.
His mind finally began to recover somewhat.
"..."
They were silent. There was fear in their eyes.
During this period of time, they had been confused. But when their minds recovered, they recalled the sneak attack from Han Xiangzi.
Almost at the same time, they turned their heads sharply. What they saw was Han Xiangzi with bleeding eyes. They were shocked, angry, and frightened.
They saw that Han Xiangzi's entire physical body was expanding. In an instant, it rose to a height of a hundred feet and continued to spread, as if it was infinite.
Bang!
There was an explosion, and they saw Han Xiangzi's swollen body explode with a bang. However, they did not see the flesh and blood flying everywhere. Instead, a huge black shadow appeared and disappeared in the eyes instantly.
"This is......."
They didn't know what happened. Then why did Han Xiangzi attack them sneakily and why did he turn into a black shadow.
They didn't have time to think. Because when they opened their eyes, the black shadow just flashed away. The only thing that always appeared in their eyes was that bright figure that seemed to never fall.
What the four extremely powerful men saw were the extremely dense trees with long beards, and the figure standing in the center.
There, black and white are clear.
What is clear is not only the interlacing black and white light, but also the eyes of the figure.
As long as you see this person's eyes, it will be difficult to look away, because those eyes are very clear, with a restrained spirit but a deep brightness. Just like the rising sun behind the clouds in the morning, revealing its true face amid the obstruction of heavy clouds and mists,
It can light up the entire sky.
But they also felt that there was ruthlessness in those eyes. It was the ruthless night that dispelled the light.
The majestic momentum was suffocating. It made people forget their shock and anger for a moment.
"How can we unleash the true power of Huangquan Dao when there is no intention to die with resentment?"
People saw that figure, standing in the boat, gently licking his fingers, as if writing. One stroke after another, it fell into the boat beneath him.
As soon as I put down the pen and boat, the mountains and rivers and the trees and the infinite spring scenery will change again.
This is no longer heaven and earth, but the small boat here.
When people saw the boat, it instantly turned into a boundless ship.
A gust of wind, a shadow. Along the riverside of thousands of trees, thousands of figures, one after another, fell into the boat. In one thought, they all fell into the boat.
At this moment, the thirteen generals roared one after another. Their bodies were filled with blood and black mist, and there was an aura of chaos lingering. The vision was shocking. The whole world was directed towards their powerful and evil forces.
breath.
The momentum is overwhelming and frightening. It is a disaster on earth.
But before these thirteen generals could take action, there was a long cold sigh.
"Water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it. The power of all living beings has condensed you, so naturally it can also wipe you away."
At this moment, people saw a boat carrying the wrath of all living beings, gently and slowly landing in the palm of the white man.
Then, make a fist. Point forward and punch down.
Thousands of angry roars erupted in unison. With one punch, the sky turned dark. After thirteen vibrations, everything turned white.
It was silent, and people couldn't see anything. They could only feel that there were thirteen extremely powerful auras, and a human disaster dissipated in an instant.