The tangled black mist covered the sky and the earth.
Every wisp of mist as thick as black ink contains a power that cannot be underestimated. It is like a dark cloud rolling over the sky above the head, and the blue calamity is rolling like a dragon. The scene is extremely spectacular.
The rich black air enveloped Cang Nanyi's body, and the blood on her sleeves was soaked in the black mist and quickly spread into a large area of dazzling scarlet.
The green color faded away, and it was like wearing red clothes.
Different from the fairy who wore white and green clothes in the past, she was covered in bright red clothes. Even though her eyebrows looked uncomfortable, looking from a distance, she actually seemed to have a bit of an evil ghost appearance that didn't belong to her.
In the black air flying all over the sky, the figure in red became more and more intense.
But she could suppress such a red color. Even though the color was extremely bright and heavy, and she was full of dust and turbidity, she still gave people a dignified, cold and solemn contradictory feeling, like the remnants of the battlefield on the snow-capped mountains.
There is no drained blood.
Under the erosion of the black mist, the Eternal Sorrow in Cang Nanyi's hand dispersed into dots of golden light, dissipated in her palm, and reintegrated into her bones and blood.
Her expression remained as peaceful as ever.
At this time, the True Immortal Cult disciples rushed onto the battlefield, overthrowing and killing them behind her.
Cang Nanyi's extremely dark eyes turned slightly, but his posture did not move, but his gaze swept slightly backward.
Qing Ao smiled, but did not stop his soldiers from committing suicide.
Neither of the two men at the peak of Kunlun's combat power intervened on the battlefield. They saw the disciples of the True Immortal Sect coming up one after another and were swept away by the black mist. In an instant, blood flowed into a river and bones were everywhere.
Cangnan Yi, whose expression remained expressionless, finally raised her eyebrows slightly. She raised an arm, and the wide sleeves hanging between her slender arms fluttered. She casually took a strand of clothing thread from the sleeve as if she were picking up materials on the spot.
Red clothes, bright red thread.
The red thread is wrapped around the fingers, and the whole body is full of solemnity. The cold white and slender fingers are wrapped around them, but they look particularly clean.
Even though he was full of karma and suffered a calamity, Cang Nanyi still behaved in an unhurried and orderly manner.
She raised her arm and waved it gently, and the ordinary red thread fell into her hand, but it seemed to form the most Taoist rhyme in the world.
The red thread broke through the wind and mist. Under such circumstances, it was unconcealed by any mundane desires and delusions. It was unbelievable how clean it was. She could clearly see the short red thread dancing and intertwining in the wind, densely packed like a net and a forest.
Within three feet of the whole body, a square cage is formed.
The world is outside the cage, she is in the cage, and only one person is imprisoned.
And the invisible black energy all over her body was also imprisoned by her in that three-foot cage.
However, the disciples of the True Immortal Sect, who have long been controlled by the power of the evil god and have lost their consciousness, no longer know what fear of death is.
At this moment, they only have the crazy instinct to obey the orders, and fight towards Cang Nanyi. The weapons in their hands are greatly tempered with spiritual light. They wish they could use all their lifelong learning to greet the three-foot spiritual cage woven with red thread.
The black air in the cage was shaking and chaotic. Cangnan Yi's figure was like frost and snow on the mountain, standing tall in the chaos of the mortal world. Her thin and slender fingers suddenly tightened, which showed that the beautiful muscles and bones of her fingers were clearly defined and intertwined in the crisscross of her fingertips.
Under the tight red thread, crystal clear blood beads emerged.
Blood drops dripped to the ground along the sharp and slender red lines, but the hand was as stable as a mountain and motionless. No matter how the black energy turbulent and bumped around, it was still difficult to break free from the three-foot spiritual cage.
"Papa papa..." Qing Ao clapped his hands lightly. The sky above his head had completely changed color at some point. It was pitch black, like heaven and man splashing ink. Except for the thunder pool and tribulation in the southwest, the entire universe on Kunlun Mountain
It is difficult to catch a glimpse of the sky in the sky.
He looked at the figure in the cage with admiration and admiration, and said: "It is a pity that a person like the empress is not the lord of heaven and earth.
I, the leader of the True Immortal Sect, led 180,000 disciples to attack the Kunlun Mountains. As far as Kunlun is concerned, their sins are unforgivable, but the empress can still feel compassion for them. This kind of magnanimity and courage are unparalleled in this world.
"
The ominous black energy kept pouring into Cang Nanyi's eyes. Even though she stood as tall as a mountain and her features were as smooth as a mountain, her pupils continued to expand uncontrollably, becoming extremely dark and bottomless.
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More and more blood collected on her fingertips, and the red thread wrapped around her fingers became more and more vivid. However, Cang Nanyi just smiled playfully, rather disapproving of his approval.
"The Lord God has given me too much praise. Although I have the name of a saint, I am not a fool who only works in vain. The selfless spirit of saving others when the world kills me is not suitable for me."
A person who knows the world and saves the world does not abuse his mother's heart without any bottom line. If the world kills me and I kiss him painfully, it will not have any meaning except to move myself.
Cang Nanyi never felt that sacrificing something in exchange for something was her way to salvation.
It's just an exchange of things for things, a price for a price.
If you don't fight back when you are hit, or if you don't retaliate when you are scolded, you are just a stone, not a saint.
It's just that in this current situation, she can't tolerate being so helpless.
The karma of mortal desires came from her, and Qing Ao did not stop the disciples of the True Immortal Sect under him at all. He was just using the lives of these disciples to feed the karma of her karma.
Now that this calamity has come, it was already difficult for her to clean up the situation, yet she still adds fuel to the fire like this...
What she said sounded hopeless, but it really gave her a headache.
The two endings given by Qing Ao were not the ones she had in mind, but it cannot be denied that in this predicament, there are really only two choices left for her.
One is to find a forbidden place, seal oneself into a cage, and allow oneself to be swallowed up by the mortal world of the six desires. This body and spirit will turn into the tribulations, demons and monsters of all living beings in the mortal world.
God Lord Kunlun has ceased to exist since then.
But in this way, Qing Ao achieved his wish and took control of Kunlun. The thirty-six heavenly palaces were turned upside down, and the six realms could not live in peace.
Both of them, she no longer controlled her own calamity period, and allowed it to spread wantonly and spread to the entire Kunlun Mountains. Both the rebels and the Kunlun demons and fairies in the mountain naturally turned into a mountain of bones and six paths within her calamity period.
No more.
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However, for some reason, Qing Ao was happy to see these two choices, no matter which one she made.
Cangnan Yi has never known what it means to struggle and make choices.
But to this day, she does feel a dilemma.
She shook her head helplessly and smiled bitterly. Just as she was about to speak, she saw a figure descending from the beacon tower out of the corner of her eye.
It was the female official Qingxuan who was covered in blood.
Her hair was gray, her body was covered with dew and residual blood. She stumbled but walked forward with extraordinary determination. As soon as her hands touched the red line, perhaps because of the same bloodline, she was able to sweep away thousands of troops.
The red thread looked like ordinary cotton thread in front of her.
His hands easily passed through it, but those slender and beautiful hands could not penetrate through the sinful debt that had accumulated for hundreds of thousands of years in the world of mortals.
That is the calamity of earthly desires that all living beings have gathered together over millions of years.
In an instant, the black mist swept over, the flesh and blood on the fingertips melted, and the white bones were thick, which was shocking.
But she still stubbornly stretched out her hands that turned into bones to try to hold Cang Nanyi.
The fingertips that had turned to white bones trembled slightly. The Qingxuan female official who was kneeling on the ground no longer had her usual pride and strength. She was like a baby bird about to lose its mother, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not reach her.
Every bit.
The high-ranking female official of Kunlun has never been like this before. She is described as miserable and living on her last breath.
She even knew that no words in the world could save the person in front of her at this moment, so she could not make any pity and plead for him to stay. She could only bite her lips, tears like pear blossoms, her heart was blocked with despair, and rolled into boundless sorrow.
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Cang Nanyi traveled thousands of feet in the human world in the name of Kunlun. The life, separation and death she saw and heard had long been integrated into her bones. The seven emotions and six desires, the eight sufferings and nine difficulties of all living beings, none of which she had ever seen or experienced before.
Perhaps this world of mortals had invaded her heart and soul, and she was now being fused with the seven emotions and six desires of all sentient beings. She was usually unmoved and indifferent, but at this moment she was touched by a trace of emotion.
She lowered her eyes and looked quietly at Qingxuan, whose soul was incomplete and whose body was hunched into the dust. There was a kind of compassion in her eyes, but her voice was still indifferent and calm: "Qingxuan, if you continue to be willful, this cage will
Disperse."
The palm that had turned into white bones suddenly trembled, and Qingxuan raised his tear-stained face. Although he had a thousand words in his heart, he also understood that if the woman in front of him was determined to leave, no one would be able to keep her.
A lonely saint is surrounded by those who never need to be martyred.
All the efforts and courage she had just made, under the gaze of her eyes, could easily defeat all her willfulness.
Restraint and reason began to appear again, returning to Qingxuan's face in a cruel way.
Even though she was covered in blood, she seemed to have become the cold and powerful Kunlun female officer again.
She retracted her hands tremblingly, no longer trying to make any contact, folded her hands in front of her, knelt down and bowed three times.
All the while, not a word was said.
Cang Nanyi stared at her calmly and only said: "Practice well."
Qing Ao chuckled softly and said, "Your Majesty asked her to practice hard. Is it possible that she feels that Kunlun Mountain is still alive this time?"
With the two ending options, what awaits Kunlun Mountain is death.
Cang Nanyi sighed softly, and her loose robe spread out on the floor. She sat down on the ground from her cage, looking down at her body, looking down at the disgraceful appearance of her body. Her free hand was raised slightly, as if toying with it.
Like a piano string, he gently hooked a wisp of black air and flicked it, then said calmly:
"I have been solving the world's dusty karma for thousands of years, but I never thought that this world's dusty desires cannot be completely solved. Unknowingly, I have accumulated so many misfortunes in my body. If I don't send myself away, what will happen to me?
These things will flow out uncontrollably, and in this way, I, the saint, will become the biggest disaster in the world. In this way, this will be an unprecedented mess that is difficult to deal with."
Qing Shui knew this, but when she said it herself, she still couldn't help but choke in her throat, her heart felt like thousands of knives were being cut, and all kinds of pain and sorrow overflowed in large areas.
Cang Nanyi raised his eyes and said again: "I can't untie this fate, but I can use my body as a cage to turn into a boundary between stone and wood, sealing the fate of misfortune forever."
The smile on Qing Ao's face froze.
The sage lives high in the mountains and long in the water, his mind is clear and calm.
But she still has heart, blood, and flesh, and is a living being.
Any living thing will contribute to disaster.
If she were to sit here and be reincarnated, with her body as a barren tree and her heart as gold and stone, sealed here with her body length, she would be able to survive this calamity in the Kunlun Hundred Thousand Mountains.
She enters the mountains with her soul, enters the sea with her soul, and transforms her soul into the mountains and seas. She can also become the strength of the demons and fairies of Kunlun.
In this way, it is a matter for future generations to contend with Qing Ao.