The snow-capped mountains are shrouded in Buddha's light, lighting up a weak lamp in the darkness of the entire world. en8.
The sky is full of flowers, the wind is whining, and there are bursts of Sanskrit sounds in the sky. Countless residents of the Snowy Mountains felt sadness suddenly well up in their hearts for unknown reasons, and they cried inexplicably. Later, some people said that it was the death of the saint who protected the Snow Mountain. He was finally willing to let go of the prairie people's hands and asked them to continue walking on their own strength.
On the first day, the Ghost Saint fell and there was no light in the world.
On the second day, the human spirit will be destroyed, and the sun and moon will lose their color.
On the third day, Huang Quan died, and the sea of blood flowed backwards.
On the fourth day, the demon saint returned, and the earth cracked and the sky collapsed.
On the fifth day, the Buddha passed away and was indistinguishable from pure to turbid.
Yun Qing stood on the Zizi Cliff, overlooking the devastated land, and sighed: "It's the sixth day."
"...You want to take action?" Qingchen stood behind her, wearing pure white sacrificial clothes, with his hands in his sleeves.
Before Yun Qing could answer, Song Liyou sneered and said, "He must be waiting for that boy Xie Yao to take action."
"Who is Xie Yao?" A woman in a golden dress with dragon horns on her head asked with raised eyebrows.
The swordsman turned his rosary beads, recited the Buddha's name, and then said: "This is the Biluo from now on."
Long Huai finally figured out who she was talking about. Her eyes brightened: "Dong Xuanzi... what are you waiting for him to do?"
"Wait until he takes away the demonic and Buddhist traditions." Song Liyou still had the same lukewarm tone. He looked at Yun Qing's back and said, "I don't know what she is thinking. When Xie Yao comes to Biluo, then She must not even have a chance to take a look at Daoqi."
Yun Qing didn't seem to hear their discussion, and still stared at the vast grassland under the snow-capped mountains. She sighed again: "The sixth day is coming to an end, and the survivors will really become survivors."
Long Huai bumped Jianchen beside her with her elbow. She had the closest relationship with Jianchen, and she would always ask him first if she had something to say: "I can't understand her anymore. She is the person I have listened to in Shiwandashan all these years." Are you talking too little?"
Jianchen kept a distance from her to avoid being knocked away by her. He whispered: "It's okay, I don't understand either."
Over there, Song Liyou was still sullen and angry, but Qingchen, an honest boy, had already asked: "Are you saying that the saints who are alive now can live until after the great tribulation?"
Yun Qing turned back and smiled at him: "No, you can live until the world is destroyed. "Elegant * Wen * Romance * First * Hair'"
Qingchen was startled for a moment, and then he saw Yun Qing turn around again and said gently towards the north: "And on the sixth day, the world was destroyed."
There is a green light rising in the north. This light is extremely pure and cannot tolerate any impurities. All darkness and evil thoughts are wiped out. At first, it was just a slender bunch, and then it quickly spread into an ocean, replacing the sky. The sky and the earth were filled with such light, and the pure light quickly dominated everything. The supreme majesty came from the north, deeply shocking the spiritual beings in the world. Almost in an instant, this green light fell on the Zizi Cliff.
Xie Yao stood in front of Yun Qing and said the exact opposite of her words indifferently: "And on the sixth day, the big world will be reborn."
He swept it with a whisk, and countless invisible Tao seeds submerged into his body.
He said: "The world is reversed, and all the power that exists now is attributed to Tao chess, and then the world is restored."
The light is still spreading, heading towards the Shiwan Mountains in the south. The ancient Jumang mirror in Yun Qing's hand emitted a green light, covering herself and the people behind her. Xie Yao's divine light avoided her and directed towards the demonic path.
Yun Qing walked a little further and stood side by side with Xie Yao. She smiled and said: "The power of Heavenly Dao will flow into the big world again. At this time, it will be weakened to the lowest point in hundreds of thousands of years, and Daoqi will be stronger. Reaching the highest peak in hundreds of thousands of years. I hope you can successfully ascend to Biluo and bring the monastic world back from the edge of destruction."
Xie Yao turned his head to look at her, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a cold arc: "This is really... ironic for you to say."
"Sincerely, no sarcasm." Yun Qing's expression did not change at all, and Song Liyou almost vomited from behind.
Xie Yao said: "You don't seem like someone who would give up."
"That's wrong, I don't care about holding the son." Yun Qing's hand slowly crossed the surface of the Jumang ancient mirror, "The Heavenly Way is fifty, the Great Evolution is forty-nine, the outcome has been decided, so what's the point of holding the son."
Xie Yao rolled his sleeves and said: "Since neither of these will be perfect after the apocalypse, why can't we, as cultivators, take this opportunity to give it a go? It's enough to decide the fate, but now we have to decide the outcome. Isn't the way of heaven too lenient? Already?"
"It's not that the law of heaven is too lenient, but that the cultivators ask for too much." Yun Qing's attitude was gentle, but he didn't give in at all when he spoke, "You asked for a chance of survival, so God gave you flesh and blood. You asked for a chance of heaven. , so the way of heaven bestows you with spiritual wisdom. Now that you are planning to go against the will of heaven, is there any step that is not given by the way of heaven?"
Her words were pressed step by step, each word getting sharper and sharper: "Did you ever thank me when I gave you life? Did you ever thank me when I gave you a secret? I was full of heart to steal the sky and ignored the danger of the road. The catastrophe of the world is about to end. It’s my fault that Heaven is so unkind... I really don’t know where the face of the ascetics comes from.”
Yun Qing's temper has become calmer and gentler in recent years. It has been a long time since Song Liyou and the others have seen her refute such fierce words. For a while, no one dared to answer the question, and everyone lowered their eyes and said nothing. , there was silence.
These words had no impact on Xie Yao at all. The Supreme Being had reached the peak of forgetfulness, and all his thoughts were gone in an instant. He calmly took away the seeds of Buddhism and Demonism, and then said goodbye to Yunqing.
His figure disappeared between heaven and earth, and only his words echoed in the vast light.
"On the seventh day, the heavenly palace is buried in clouds, and all roads are prosperous."
Yun Qing's expression had turned cold, but she still said goodbye to Xie Yao and didn't say a word to him again.
Now even Long Huai could see that she had been stabbed in a sore spot by Xie Yao, and for a moment he didn't know what to say. Although Song Liyou wanted to gloat about his misfortune, considering that Yun Qing's expression was unstable now, for the sake of his life's safety, he still tried to calm down his expression. But Jianchen looked calm. He had always trusted Yun Qing wholeheartedly. Since Yun Qing let Xie Yao leave, she must have a reason.
Qingchen was a little uneasy. After being hinted by the eyes of several other people for a long time, he finally plucked up the courage to ask: "Well... the sixth day is almost over. Why hasn't Shinto begun to rebuild the world and lead the heavenly palace?"
The topic change was not too abrupt, and several other people gave him a "well done" look in tacit understanding.
"It'll be ready soon." Yun Qing's expression softened a little, and she smiled at Qingchen, "It's probably because Zhong Guanyuan was delayed by something."
Qingchen had no words to answer, so he patted the swordsman next to him.
Jianchen stopped turning the rosary beads and sighed helplessly: "Although I don't know what will happen on the seventh day, please be careful."
Qingchen froze, and Song Liyou immediately turned around and glared at Jianchen. He obviously wanted to find a way to get rid of the topic, but this guy actually asked it without any grudges.
Long Huai thought for a while and said directly to Yun Qing: "Did he mean you when he said 'Tiangong Burial Cloud'? On the seventh day, they want to kill you?"
This question became more straightforward. Song Liyou couldn't bear to look directly at him. He glanced at Yun Qing's face, which was unexpectedly amiable. Song Liyou breathed a sigh of relief, shook off goosebumps, and asked nonchalantly: "You should have some backup plans, right?"
Yun Qing answered this series of questions quite concisely and calmly: "It's okay."
Is it really okay?
Song Liyou asked with an exaggerated expression: "You can't really wait for Xie Yao to ascend to the position of Bi Luo without any preparation and let him kill you, right? What is your relationship with Bi Luo!"
The swordsman frowned a little displeasedly and said, "Don't make any assumptions."
Yun Qing just shook his head and avoided answering.
Song Liyou felt like he was getting angry. Recently, Yun Qing was getting more and more strange. He yelled at the swordsman: "It's not that I'm making any assumptions, it's that this guy is hiding something." explain!"
"Hide something secret" can be seen by everyone with a discerning eye, but Song Liyou is the only one who always holds on to it. Long Huai didn't have these things in his mind, Jianchen felt that Yun Qing had his own opinions and didn't need anyone else's opinion, and Qingchen was on duty and didn't ask for anything Yun Qing didn't want to say. Song Liyou felt that these people were so big-minded. If Yun Qing turned around and sold everyone to Bi Luo, he would have to die for choosing to side with Yun Qing instead of the ascetics.
So he had to ask clearly.
The swordsman recited the Buddha's name and no longer argued with him. Song Liyou calmed down a little and looked at Yun Qing quietly. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes were filled with "If you don't tell me, I will stand here and not leave today! No! Let's go!".
Yun Qing held the mirror with one hand and rubbed the center of his brow with the other hand: "I have nothing to do with Bi Luo."
Song Liyou said coldly: "It doesn't matter, you just handed over all the Taoism to his successor? Then I have such a good relationship with you, do you want to hand over the monastic world to my son?"
Yun Qing was startled: "Your son?"
"Tsk, I just said it casually." Song Liyou touched his nose, "My future disciples are also fine, whatever."
"There will be no monastic world in the future." Yun Qing seemed to have seriously considered Song Liyou's proposal, and finally shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter how good our friendship is, not to mention that I really don't have a good friendship with you."
Song Liyou hadn't recovered from her previous words.
Yun Qing disappeared from the spot and transferred the world directly to the center of the Four-pole Heavenly Pillar. Directly above her, the magnificent Heavenly Palace was slowly approaching.
The obscurity of the world is divided, heaven and earth are separated, the pure ones float up, and the turbid ones sink.
Yin and Yang begin to separate, and the five elements begin to settle. The alternation of day and night reappeared in the world, and the stars twinkled.
The cycle of birth and death alternates, and the weather is ever-changing. The rivers are surging, the seas are turbulent, the water vapor rises into clouds, and then turns into rootless water and falls to the earth. Flames ignited the lush forests, sudden rains extinguished wildfires, green seedlings sprouted from the embers, and life was born in the dead land. High mountains and ridges tower against each other, stretching thousands of miles to form the backbone of the earth, with rivers meandering among them, Ruize this devastated and scorched land. Fish leaped and kites flew, and animals and birds reappeared in the dense forests and wilderness.
The sky, which had been dark all this time, was finally cracked by brilliant golden light.
The Burial Cloud Palace gradually entered the end of this cultivator's life from a hundred thousand years ago.
Yun Qing stared at this behemoth standing high above the blue clouds. Jumang spread his wings to cover her, and she laughed softly:
"On the seventh day, all realms will perish and the world will be unified."