Chapter 1037 Who wrote the history in fifty million years (seeking the moon)
Jiangnan was devastated, and the ancient immortal of Xuandu left with the Hutian baby. From then on, immortals and gods were strangers to each other. I don’t know when I will be able to break through the barrier of heaven, escape from this new universe, and become an immortal.
"If Heaven has feelings, Heaven will also grow old. The righteous path of the human world is subject to vicissitudes of life... This righteous path of the human world needs time and vicissitudes to test. The gods and demons of our life have merged the two universes and refined the Dao of Heaven into one body, cutting off the path to immortality for future generations.
, the merits and demerits of right and wrong can only be left to future generations to comment..."
Jiang Nan sighed and responded to Xi. Luo Huayin and Moro Shi greeted each other and said, "The battle between gods and immortals has finally come to an end. You three, I have to go see my sister and Mingtu and the others off."
Xi Yingqing and the three returned the gift, their hearts filled with melancholy. This catastrophe started in Xuandu, causing a grudge that lasted for 54 million years. Countless heroes were born, and countless gods and demons shed their blood.
, countless strong men are full of ingenuity, hundreds of teams are fighting for the river, hundreds of ships are fighting for the crossing, looking for a magical opportunity!
Those gods and demons who died in battle were proud of the strong men of an era. Some had the last laugh, while others turned into piles of withered bones.
This catastrophe fell because of Xuandu. Now that the ancient immortals of Xuandu have left, the catastrophe has come to an end. How many people know the story that happened over 50 million years ago?
Morosh, with a curly beard and muscular body, bare chest and breasts, strode outside the Wangxian Terrace, singing loudly and impassionedly.
The song says:
Who rings the morning bell to wake up the sleeping gods;
Who raised the banner and reproduced their 50 million-year-old style;
Who beats drums and sings songs, prays for the lives of all living beings with blood, tears and bones;
Who composes music for this, a lament for the gods and demons who died in battle;
The melody that cannot be sung by fairy music brings the final chapter to this myth;
Who beats the twilight drum again, leaving the last memory for the buried myth?
Demonic ships flew across the sky, divine cities emerged one after another, and the blood of gods and demons dyed the artillery fire and divine light red...
Who is picking up the brush and using the blood of emperors and emperors to paint a series of sad and beautiful pictures...
The way of heaven is like an umbrella or a cage, blocking the path to becoming an immortal;
God has passed away, the devil has disappeared, the eternal light flows down the long river, you and I are the waves, the pictures in the waves are the myths we left behind...
In the song of the majestic demon god, Jiangnan walked towards the place where heaven and the way of heaven merged. The opportunity to fly to immortality emerged, and the immortal sound was turbulent in the void, as if playing music for this tragic and desolate song.
The emperors of the heavens prevailed, they suppressed the emperors of hell, and their own imperial way occupied the treasure of heaven and the orthodoxy of heaven and earth. This was the most glorious moment of all heavens!
When the opportunity to become immortals emerged, their imperial ways escaped the heavenly ways and aroused resonance in the immortal world. Countless immortal lights fell from the sky, and pearls hung from their necklaces, transforming into various strange phenomena. The immortal lights poured into the bodies of the emperors in the heavens like tides and seas.
The emperors of the heavens were undergoing the transformation of the immortal light and had no time to care about anything else. The emperors of hell took the opportunity to entrust their imperial ways in the way of heaven. However, they found in despair that the opportunity to become immortals had passed by and they had placed their trust in them.
The way of heaven is suppressed by the way of heaven and can no longer escape.
A Demon King was stunned and suddenly burst into tears, his cry pitiful.
Among the surviving emperors of hell, some cried loudly, some were like rotten wood, some were stunned, some lost their souls, and some left sadly. The way of heaven has been united, but the last opportunity to become immortal has disappeared forever.
They had waited for countless days and months for this moment, used countless conspiracies, used countless gods and demons from hell, and shed blood for this moment. Even many emperors lost their lives, but in the end it was all in vain.
Walking from Jiangnan, I saw nine great emperors including Jiang Xue, Mingtu, Xingguang, Tongyou, Jiuxiao, Shenwu, Dihuang, Jingtian and Youdi, who finally began to advance and transform their imperial ways into immortal ways.
But Shaoxu and others have already left. In this battle, Hell has been completely defeated. If the emperors continue to stay here, they will probably be killed by the immortals in the heavens and swept away. If they leave now, they can still contribute to Hell.
Keep the fire.
After a long time, this new universe was filled with fairy light everywhere, baptizing the entire universe and washing away the scars caused by the war. This is the new immortals who are benefiting the world and using their magic power to feed back this universe.
A piece of heaven and earth that nourishes them.
Immortals were walking around. Wherever they passed, the cracks in the void caused by the war closed, and the immortal light passed away, calming down the traces of the battle between gods and demons, and restoring peace to the world.
Mingtu went to Abi Hell to reforge the destroyed Abi Hell and calm down the earth, water, wind and fire. Starlight Emperor went to Minghai to calm down the huge waves caused there.
Jiang Xue came to the ruins of Zhongtian World, erected the broken ancient holy mountain, and rebuilt the ancient holy mountain to connect the lower world and the divine world.
Immortals wandered in this new universe, calming down all the violence caused by the catastrophe. They also tried to move away the heavenly treasure like an umbrella, but this heavenly treasure was extremely heavy, and even they immortals could not
move.
The umbrella-shaped treasure of heaven has been completely finalized. The ninety-nine umbrella ribs hold up the zenith and cover it. The heaven is extremely heavy. At this moment, the extreme realm of the emperor can't help but feel the weight of the heaven. Even the God Emperor and the Demon Emperor can feel it.
To the oppression of heaven!
This scene makes people despair. From now on, I am afraid that no one will be able to transcend the way of heaven and become immortals!
The nine immortals did not ascend and leave immediately. Instead, they spread the Dharma and passed down their Taoism in all the worlds of heaven and hell. They established holy places one after another, passed down the immortal Dharma, and left a ray of immortality for this world.
This teaching attracted the attention of countless living beings, and the fairy sounds vibrated. This was the most glorious moment!
After three months, nine immortals gathered in Luotian. The Nine Emperors opened an altar to preach the Dharma. Gods and emperors came to listen to the lectures. It caused flowers to fall from the sky, golden springs to spring from the ground, and various strange phenomena. It was called the Luotian Grand Meeting.
This teaching lasted for another three months.
After that, the nine immortals refined Luotian again, strengthened Luotian, and built a splendid imperial palace. All the immortals blessed and blessed this imperial palace.
Finally, the zenith shook, the barrier to the immortal world opened, and a loud voice came from the immortal world, chanting the Taoist names of Jiang Xue, Ming Tu and other nine immortals, urging them to ascend to the upper realm as soon as possible and not stay in the lower realm.
The nine immortals were silent, and it was finally time for them to leave.
Seeing each other off from the south of the Yangtze River, drinking and talking happily with the nine immortals, the heavens are happy and congratulate the nine immortals.
On the immortal table, the immortals and Jiangnan were laughing and chatting happily. In the midst of the laughter, Immortal Tongyou suddenly burst into tears and sang a long lament, saying: "We are waiting for the enlightenment, but Zunyan and Yuzhen will never see this scene again."
It’s over! The Seven Emperors have left seclusion, and only the Five Emperors have returned. It’s painful, it’s painful, not to see my old friend again..."
The immortals were silent, Jiang Xue raised her glass and said: "Respect fellow Taoist Yan and fellow Taoist Yuzhen."
The immortals raised their glasses and their voices shook heaven and earth: "Respect Taoist Fellow Yan, Fellow Taoist Yuzhen!"
Jiangnan raised his glass, his voice shook the whole world, and he said in a long voice: "To the heavens, to all realms, to hell, to the underworld, to all living beings, to the gods, demons and creatures who died in the catastrophe!"
The immortals raised their glasses again and toasted together: "To all the heavens, to all realms, to hell, to the underworld, to all living beings, to the gods, demons and creatures who died in the catastrophe!"
The barrier of the fairy world cracked open again, a fairy light turned into a flying bridge and fell, and the loud voice came, urging them to move forward.
The immortals stood up and said goodbye one by one to the south of the Yangtze River. Immortal Tongyou smiled and said: "Master, we are leaving now. I don't know when we will see each other again. From now on, there will be only a strong man like you left in the heavens and all the worlds. Now the kings of hell are still there."
Now, do you need us to eradicate them and clear the way for you?"
Jiang Nan was speechless and laughed: "If I don't have these opponents, then what fun would I have in ruling this new universe?"
"You have a lot of ideas!"
Immortal Tongyou laughed, walked into the fairy light, and flew away into the cracks in the fairy world.
"Master, we have been here for more than half a year. With our suppression here, no one dares to prove the emperor at this time and seize the honor of being the first emperor in the new universe."
Shenwu stepped forward and said with a smile: "Why didn't the leader choose to become emperor at this time?"
Jiang Nan smiled and said: "I have my own ideas. If I become the Emperor, I will be the strongest emperor. Now that all the fellow Taoists are here, suppressing the power of Heaven and Dao is not suitable for the Emperor."
Immortal Shenwu laughed, patted him hard on the shoulder, stepped into the immortal light, and said: "You have the intention to sweep the world and annex the world, so we won't stay here to delay you!"
All the immortals came forward to say goodbye one by one, and the Immortal of the Underworld smiled and said: "Leader, you and I have made an agreement that I will block the power of Heaven for you, but now it seems that we, the flying immortals, are not able to block the power of Heaven for you.
Already."
"Tianwei is also a test for me."
Jiang Nan smiled and said: "I am willing to bear the responsibility alone, and I don't need to worry about my fellow Taoists."
The Netherland Immortal walked into the fairy light, and the Starlight Immortal stepped forward and said sincerely: "It is God's will to reincarnate, please ask the leader to take more care of him."
"Fellow Taoist, don't worry."
The immortals left one after another, and Luo Tian gradually became deserted. In the end, only Jiang Xue and Jiang Nan were left. The two siblings looked at each other. After a long time, Jiang Xue smiled. The charm of that smile made the immortal who fell from the immortal world...
The light fades.
She is graceful and charming, a fairy living in the mortal world, ready to leave and ascend again.
"Zichuan..."
She opened her mouth and seemed to have thousands of words to say, but in the end she still didn't say them. She turned around and walked towards the falling fairy light.
Jiang Nan looked at her back blankly, and suddenly said: "Sister, immortals are immortal, and time cannot take away any time. Will you be lonely if you walk alone during this long time?"
Jiang Xue's delicate body trembled, and she stood still in the fairy light. Her shoulders were shaking a little, but they gradually calmed down. She looked back and smiled, making the heavens and the fairy world pale.
"I will be lonely, will you come and accompany me?" She smiled with strange emotions flowing in her eyes.
"I will!"
Jiang Nan said loudly: "Are you waiting for me?"
The woman in the fairy light is of peerless elegance, with infinite joy in her heart: "I'm waiting for you!"
She turned into a fairy and left. Her love was like silk, her love was like a painting, and their love for each other turned into silkworm chrysalis, making the scene freeze at this moment and stay in the hearts of the two of them.
After a long time, the cracks in the barrier of the immortal world healed. Jiangnan sat down in despair, sitting alone on the golden palace of Luotian Emperor's palace. Wherever his eyes passed, he saw the gorgeous and colorful heavens, worlds, hells and seas of the underworld.
The country is at his feet.
In a trance, he seemed to have gods and demons singing.
Who rings the morning bell to wake up the sleeping gods;
Who raised the banner and reproduced their 50 million-year-old style;
Who beats drums and sings songs, prays for the lives of all living beings with blood, tears and bones;
Who composes music for this, a lament for the gods and demons who died in battle;
The melody that cannot be sung by fairy music brings the final chapter to this myth;
Who beats the twilight drum again, leaving the last memory for the buried myth?
Demonic ships flew across the sky, divine cities emerged one after another, and the blood of gods and demons dyed the artillery fire and divine light red...
Who is picking up the brush and using the blood of emperors and emperors to paint a series of sad and beautiful pictures...
The way of heaven is like an umbrella or a cage, blocking the path to becoming an immortal;
God has passed away, the devil has disappeared, the eternal light flows down the long river, you and I are the waves, the pictures in the waves are the myths we left behind...
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