The sun was about to set, the sky was getting dark, and the white snow that was dyed red and the blood mixed in the mud and stone was also a little black. The soldiers, alchemists, and even the ministers who were lucky enough to survive in front of Fengyun Tower felt no difference at this moment. , they all looked so embarrassed. They helped each other and slowly stood up, their eyes filled with sadness. Even Chen Yangze, the king of Daqian who was the least injured, couldn't help but feel a little sad when he looked at the dilapidated and cruel scene in front of him. Lost my mind...
At this moment, no one wants to say anything more, and no one wants to do anything more. If everything in front of them is not a dream, they just hope to wake up quickly. If everything in front of them is not a dream, they just want to wake up quickly. I hope I can have a good sleep and wake up to see a blue sky.
However, God didn't seem to intend to let them go just like that, because at this moment, the young man covered with dragon scales slowly turned around and walked towards them...
The young man is still the same young man. Even though he is covered with dragon scales, in the eyes of everyone, that figure is still so familiar. But at this time, the young man's eyes make them feel so strange. The young man's eyes are very cold. , seemed to have no emotion at all, and seemed extremely indifferent.
Chen Yangze seemed to understand something, and his tired expression suddenly became even more tired. He heard the conversation between the young man and the girl a moment ago, and the conversation between the young man and the Supreme Elder of the Ice and Snow Palace, so he knew it very well. .What will be the consequences after the boy loses consciousness...
But even if he realizes this, what can he do? Kill Qin Feng? Who in the entire Wolong Mountain can really do this? In other words, even if he can do it, who in Wolong Mountain has the ability to kill him at this moment? Who can kill him? Qin Feng, who has completely transformed into a dragon, even the old woman in the semi-saint realm can only bluntly wait for death, let alone them?
The first person to feel the changes in Qin Feng was actually not Chen Yangze, but Xue Tianchong. However, Xue Tianchong only frowned slightly, then relaxed, and then laughed and said: "Fate, it seems that this is fate. Unexpectedly, he worked so hard to prevent me from destroying Dagan, but the final result was that he wanted to destroy Dagan himself."
After saying this, Xue Tianchong, who was closest to Qin Feng, hardly hesitated at all. He suddenly took a few steps back and made way for the unconscious young man. He was very selfish and indifferent at the same time. It seems that Qin Feng is going to go on a killing spree, what does that have to do with him? Will an unconscious lunatic be defeated or killed by Da Gan's last strength? What does that have to do with him?
Since it has nothing to do with him whether Qin Feng dies or not, and it has nothing to do with him whether the Da Qian is destroyed or not, then of course he will not care about this nosy matter that he obviously cannot control.
Qin Feng went crazy, Xue Tianchong wanted to retreat, and Da Qian didn't know where to go... At this moment, the situation in Wolong Mountain seemed a little tense, a little complicated, a little sad, and a little helpless. But there was a high-level existence, like a person overlooking all living beings. Like a god, he silently watched everything in Wolong Mountain, or in other words, he only watched Qin Feng...
Aji, who was in seclusion and wandering without knowing where he was, arrived at Wolong Mountain at some time. For a saint, the world is nothing but dust, and mortals are even more like ants. And the reason why there is such a saying is actually not only It is because of the strength of the saint, and even more because in the face of the saint's ten thousand-year lifespan, not to mention a few ordinary people with only a hundred years of life, even kingdoms, dynasties, and sects only cultivated in one retreat of the saint. In the process, it may have turned into dust.
The secular world is like ants, and everything in the secular world is like a game. This view is not that the saints are too arrogant, but an obvious fact. Therefore, the saints will only look up at the sky and ignore the world.
Disdain to pay attention.
But saints will also have troubles and unsolvable problems. Those crucial problems of heaven and earth... Forty thousand years ago, or a year further back, a more superior god, for
The creatures of heaven and earth have posed a problem, or set up a game, but few people are aware of the existence of that game.
Until 40,000 years ago, someone saw the rules of that game and knew some secrets, so he snatched the Book of Heaven and led some people to try to overthrow the game.
As a result, an open and secret struggle between saints slowly unfolded under the gaze of the gods. At this moment, Aji, who was aloof, was watching the mortals in Wolong Mountain...
However, Aji is not a god after all. They have worked hard for 40,000 years to break the situation set by the gods. They cannot even know whether their efforts are really useful...but they are not going to give up, and Aji is not going to give up.
Not going to give up, so he came today.
"Oh...just think of it as making some compensation for him." Aji stared at the young man in the mountain and sighed.
Aji knows that the resentment on those dragon scales is very difficult to deal with. Even with his cultivation, it is difficult to suppress it, and it will undoubtedly be even more difficult to completely cleanse those resentments. Aji doesn't know, if he is so exhausted,
After a lifetime of cultivation, whether he could do this, he still wanted to try it once.
After tens of thousands of years of wind, frost, snow and rain, Aji's face is still as young as ever, and even his outstretched palms still look so powerful. However, with just a flip of his hands, he is like heaven and earth.
Changing color, turbulent...
Everyone in the Fengyun Dan Alliance raised their heads. They seemed to have noticed something, but they didn't seem to notice anything. They were just like ants on the ground, looking up at the sky blankly.
At this moment, Qin Feng, who was walking slowly, suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky. He seemed to be looking at the sky, but his eyes were not as blank as others, nor as cold as before, but filled with infinite compassion.
With pity, he looked at the line of people in the sky that didn't seem to exist.
A trace of extremely dim black light emerged from Qin Feng's eyes, and then from his black-gold dragon scales, ink-like black energy kept pouring out of his body, turning his black-gold dragon scales.
The scales were dyed as black as night, and then, Qin Feng slowly sat down calmly, and the dark threads condensed into lotus in an instant.
That is a dark lotus with no luster. It opens with thirty-two petals, transforms into thirty-two worlds, and takes on thirty-two breaths, all of which are different. There is a breath of compassion and mercy like a Buddha, and there is a breath of madness and murderousness.
Demon has an aura that is pure and tranquil like holy light, and an aura that is lingering, struggling, and extremely complex, like the world, like love...
However, the flower blooms with thirty-two petals. The petals are different, but they are extremely unified and enveloped by a touch of darkness. That touch of darkness is so black, darker than the thickest ink, darker than the darkest night.
That touch of darkness seems to be the helplessness of flowers withering, the helplessness of all things dying, the helplessness of death...
As a result, the thirty-two breaths all returned to helplessness and calmness, turning into a great compassion that transcended the three realms of Buddhism, Taoism and Demon. It seemed to be compassion for the world, compassion for all living things, and compassion for saints.
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That touch of darkness makes people feel painful and helpless, but it is like a slowly flowing spring lake, flowing into everyone's hearts, making the cold people feel warm and the injured people feeling comforted...
For no reason, Xue Tianchong silently threw away the bloody knife in his hand. The cold expression on his face, which almost never changes, showed a rare softness and relief. For some reason, Chen Yangze, who was struggling in pain and with clenched fists, slowly slowly
He slowly loosened his fist, and the guilt and pain that had accumulated in his heart for many years seemed to be healed by the spring water in an instant.
For some unknown reason, Aji's gently stretched out palms trembled slightly, and his eyes were slightly red. He looked at the black lotus, and the smell in the black lotus that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him.
, said blankly: "Master..."
This "Master", Aji obviously did not shout to Qin Feng, nor to the black lotus. He just thought of his master, his master, and his ancestors because of the breath of the black lotus.
Some people in the Northwest Territories who have been turned into ashes for 40,000 years...
The black lotus slowly closed in, actually forcibly suppressing the aura of the dragon scales on the young man's body, and the aura of great compassion gradually dissipated as the petals closed in.
When Aji woke up from his dream, his expression changed drastically. Because a being like him could not be easily affected by the aura of the outside world, but the aura of great compassion affected him and even caused him to fall into a short-term trance.
Absent God, this means that the power of that aura is definitely not inferior to him, it may even be superior to him...
"Who! Who took action just now?" Aji looked around with lightning eyes, and then looked at the sky, but in the end he saw nothing. Finally, he looked at the young man.
Suddenly awakened and suddenly calmed down, he finally discovered the source of the power that was powerful enough to suppress Dragon Scale. That power originated from Qin Feng himself, from the depths of his consciousness that Qin Feng himself did not understand.
Aji looked at Qin Feng for a long, long time, feeling the aura that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him for a long, long time. Finally, he was sure of one thing.
"It seems that you really come from that legendary river." Aji's expression became a little serious and heavy, and then he bowed far away to the black lotus that was bound to be sacrificed and had already been sacrificed.
Express my highest respect and condolences...
Black Lotus is silent and exists quietly, firmly suppressing the aura of the dragon scale, like an elder, firmly protecting the young man's last remaining consciousness...
However, the existence of Black Lotus exists for those who are at the peak of the Holy Realm such as Aji and have even seen the Shinto. But in the eyes of the common people and the world, they just feel a soothing aura of great compassion from Qin
The wind suddenly rises and falls, but I don't know what happened...