The five hundred and fiftieth chapters of magic (a)
The rain was pouring down, covering the entire Northern Wilderness.
The rain went from slow to fast, from small to surging, falling from high in the sky and flowing into the deserted sand.
This is the long-lost rain in the Northern Wilderness. It seems to be washing away the dust and rewashing the pattern of the world.
In the Liushen Mountains, rainwater stirs the streams, making this mountain range even more prosperous.
Now, the Eight Territories of the Northern Wilderness have opened, and thousands of houses are lit with lights to welcome this joyous occasion. This is true for everyone, everywhere.
But some people can't feel this joy. The cold corpses on the yellow sand, these Northern Wasteland war cultivators who died in the battle, can no longer feel the joy of the world, and have no chance to step into the eighth realm.
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In a wooden house, there was a person who could not feel the joy of this world either. Although, this joy was brought to Beihuang by him.
It was a rainy night and it was a little dark. Inside the house, red lights were flashing in the room.
This is the candle flame, with drops of wax rolling down like teardrops, falling from the body into the tray.
When a candle burns in the fire, it is destined to start the ignition of life and begin to experience its life.
From igniting to burning out, it is its life. It is gorgeous and short. It is so short that people have no time to react.
The room was very quiet.
Chu Cheng was lying on a large and comfortable bed, staring at the candle with an indescribable smile in his eyes.
Although the bed was very large and the bed was very soft, Chu Cheng could not feel the softness of the bed. But it did not hinder his smile.
The candle beside the bed was very bright and gorgeous. Just like her.
She is so beautiful and gorgeous. She has been a shining star since she was born, and she is also the person with the best qualifications in the Daluo Realm.
It's just that the shining star is extinguished so that people have no time to react, and people don't want to react. Just like this candle, it burned out at this moment, the candle flame dissipated and fell into darkness.
"It went out."
Chu Cheng looked at the candle oil on the lamp altar and murmured.
There were traces of dryness in the corners of his eyes, which looked like tears.
The spring silkworm's silk will not be exhausted until it dies, and the wax torch will turn to ashes before the tears dry up. This is a love that will last until death, and will last forever.
Is the mark at the corner of his eye Chu Cheng crying?
He didn't cry because his tears had long since dried up in his heart. His heart also died at that moment.
The door creaked, and the wind from outside blew through the gap and into the house.
The wind is not strong, but it is very cold. But Chu Cheng can't feel the cold now. Even if the wind is ten times or a hundred times colder, he will not feel the cold anymore.
Is there any coldness in the world that can be as cold as a person's heart?
Chu Cheng sat up, then stood up, and sat down again.
He slowly reached out, picked up the teapot on the table, and poured it on his face.
Chu Cheng closed his eyes, and tears flowed out from the corners of his eyes like spring water, mixing with the hot tea.
"You said... you would wait for me for hundreds of years, thousands of years... ten thousand years... until I come to heaven to find you."
Chu Cheng laughed, and his smile was ugly. Even though he had an extremely handsome face, it was still extremely ugly, like a pile of withered skin.
He laughed for a long time, as if he was tired from laughing. He stood up from the chair again and walked towards the door.
There was no one outside the house. Not far away, the lights were bright. There were many people standing outside the courtyard.
Chu Cheng took a step forward, blended into the wind and rain, and immediately walked out of Zhuque Mountain.
He didn't stop at all, and escaped from the Liushen Mountains while running wildly.
Three minutes after he left the Liushen Mountains, Zhu Tianhua walked into Chu Cheng's original room holding a cup of ginseng soup.
"Senior." When Zhu Tianhua walked into the wooden house and lit the candle again, he found that there was no one on the bed.
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The rain was heavy, and the falling rain splashed up sand and hit Chu Cheng's body.
That snow-white robe kept getting a new stain with every step.
Step by step, Chu Cheng walked very quickly, and soon walked out of the desert more than 6,000 miles away from the Liushen Mountains.
Chu Cheng's body swayed in the strong wind, like a candle in the strong wind, which was about to be extinguished.
At this point, Chu Cheng could no longer take a step forward.
His face began to change, his body began to tremble. The hands hanging in his sleeves also began to tremble.
The strong wind became stronger and stronger, and the swaying of the body in the wind and sand became more and more violent, almost blending into the wind.
His heart was trembling even more.
In a daze, Chu Cheng heard a soft sound of silver bells and saw a white figure standing in front of him.
It was a woman in white with a graceful back. With her appearance, the sound of the bell became clearer and sweeter.
"Lin'er...is it you..." Chu Cheng's hands trembled even more, and there was joy in his brows.
"I know, I know... you are joking with me, you are joking with me. Now you are back, aren't you? Back to me."
The man in white clothes didn't turn around, but a voice fell in Chu Cheng's ears.
"I made a wish."
The sound is as clear and crisp as the sound of a bell, making people's hearts ache.
"I make a wish that you love me and fall in love with me."
"Then wait for a hundred years before Yin comes. If a hundred years doesn't work, then a thousand years. If you don't come in a thousand years, then ten thousand years."
Chu Cheng's face turned pale and his eyes widened, trying to see the figure clearly, but as he opened his eyes, the figure in white became fainter and fainter.
"Yinlin doesn't want to leave any regrets. I want to know what it would feel like to kiss the one I love."
"It's wonderful, like being in the spring breeze or the warm sun."
"Yin Lin, actually I have one more regret. I think you wanted me, and I think you only have Yin Lin in your heart. I want to give you a child."
These sounds echoed in Chu Cheng's ears, but they gave him a bad premonition.
This is not Yinlin, but a memory of the past. These are their last words of farewell.
Chu Cheng's expression began to become a little flustered, and his body trembled even more.
"Lin'er..."
Chu Cheng slowly stretched out his hands, trying to catch the figure, but he still couldn't.
The steps were so heavy that I couldn't lift them up and couldn't take more than half a step.
An extremely long thin line appeared between the two. This is the separation between yin and yang, the path between man and ghost.
When his hand touched the white cloth, the strong wind picked up again and finally blew it away.
Between heaven and earth, another scene appeared in Chu Cheng's sight.
The fruit trees swayed, and the laughter was sweet. A woman in white was nestled in the arms of a man in white.
"The bond between life and death is broad, I am happy with my son, I hold my son's hand, and I will grow old together with my son."
There was another sound of wind, and the picture shattered like glass. Between the sky and the earth, there was no more white clothes, only a lonely figure.
There was no ringing, just the howling of the wind.
"Hahaha!" Chu Cheng finally took that step, hiding his face and laughing wildly.
"Humans are not grass and trees, who knows how to be ruthless. Now, I, Chu Cheng, think that these grass and trees are ruthless and this grass and trees have no soul. I will be a ruthless and soulless grass and tree for the rest of my life, and I will be a ruthless and unrighteous person."
"Since heaven and earth treat me like this, why should I have any respect for this day?"
When a person has no choice but to do something, when his heart dies, he has reached a dead end.
People who go to a dead end have been crazy since ancient times.
"Everything has cause and effect, and everything is determined. Haha, is this the reincarnation of heaven?"
"There are hundreds of supreme beings in the world. Although the demons are powerful, they are no match for the human race. Since all of you supreme beings are unwilling to take action, then it will be up to me, Chu Cheng, to kill the entire demon clan."
Chu Cheng laughed maniacally, his heart was violent and unwise, and all he had was the desire to kill ruthlessly.
"The devil says that everything belongs to me. All sentient beings have no appearance, and becoming a Buddha or a demon all belongs to me. Today, I, Chu Cheng, will turn into a god and become a demon, and purge this chaotic world!"
The words fell, the wind stopped, and the rain calmed down.
There is only the trembling of heaven and earth.
A drop of scarlet blood sprang out from Chu Cheng's forehead, turning into billowing demonic energy that swept across the sky for millions of miles.
The appearance of this violent demonic energy instantly alarmed the powerful in the world.
The Six Gods Division bore the brunt. The twenty-five newly promoted Taoist Gods instantly sensed the overwhelming demonic energy.
"With such pure demonic energy, even the Demon Lord will be eclipsed in front of this demonic energy. Who appears in this area? Is it the Demon Emperor?" Grand Duke Suzaku was shocked and filled with horror.
"It can't be the Demon Emperor! The contemporary Demon Emperor is only in the Holy Void Realm. How can he have such evil thoughts... This... this is the Emperor of the Demon Race!"
The demonic energy enveloped a million miles in radius, and the area within the area was violently swept away, as if the world was being destroyed, making all the monks who felt this demonic thought fearful.
The consciousness in Chu Cheng's eyes began to collapse, and all he could think of was killing, turning into a demon at this moment.
A huge whirlpool appeared in the sky and earth, raising a tornado, and the top of the demon gas tank. His aura was rising steadily.
The Great Perfection of Golden Elixir, the early stage of Yuanying, the middle stage of Yuanying, the Great Perfection of Yuanying, the early stage of Divine Transformation, the late stage of Divine Transformation, and the Great Perfection at the peak of Divine Transformation.
Although it was only the Great Perfection of Divine Incarnation, this violent aura made those Taoist gods and ancient sages fearful.
In the East China Sea, Catkin Hua entered the sea of clouds and looked towards Beihuang, her expression suddenly changed.
"Gu Tianshu! You're on the wrong track! You're on the wrong track! This isn't the extreme way! This is being possessed by a demon! Even I didn't expect that Chu Cheng had received the inheritance from Emperor Luo Yun. Once the demon came out, Beihuang General
Life is in ruins!"
In the northern wasteland, the woman who was filled with white mist frowned and said: "The extremes of things must turn against each other. This child forcibly broke through the realm and ran away from the extreme path."
On the road to heaven, there was a young man in black robe, with murderous intent on his face.
"Gu Tianshu! You deserve to die! Although our Tianji Sect has not interfered in the human world for tens of millions of years, the last hexagram of the ancestor said "Heaven's secret is cut off!". This heaven's secret is not the secret of heaven, but the secret of our Tianji Sect. Thousands
I have been hiding my strength for ten thousand years just to face this final calamity. How can we, the Tianji Sect, retreat from this calamity in this lifetime!"
"You, on the other hand, messed up the secret of heaven and wasted a seedling of the Ultimate Dao. This son was inherited by Emperor Luo Yun, and now he has become crazy and turned into a demon. How much land in the Northern Wilderness will be destroyed by your single thought? How many lives will be lost here?
Being transformed into a demon?"
"This child has become a demon and threatens the peace of the world. Our Tianji Sect will never allow it. Although this child's ability to transform into a demon scares me, anyone who stirs up chaos in the world should be punished with heart-breaking punishment. This child will be punished by
I'll kill you."
At this moment, a sound of vicissitudes of life resounded through the seven realms of the human world, like quiet thunder and pure heart.
"He is the person chosen by Emperor Luo Yun, the person recognized by Gu Tianshu, the person favored by Wang Yifeng, and the person recognized by Xie Dongliu."
"An ancient great emperor and three current emperors put all their hopes on him. He has gone astray on this path, but it may not be impossible to crush the Great Luo Golden Pill and rebuild the Ji Dao just like that year!"
"I believe him..."
"I, the Crazy Demon King, still believe in him!"
"I am Xie Dongliu, how can I not believe him!"
In the seven realms, three voices resounded in the ears of every powerful person on the road. After these three voices, another voice came one after another.