The Daxue Mountain is shrouded in Buddha's light, lighting up a weak lamp in the darkness of the whole world.
The sky is full of flowers, the wind is whimpering, and the Sanskrit sounds are bursting in the sky. Countless residents of Daxue Mountain suddenly felt sad in their hearts for some reason, and wept inexplicably. Later, some people said that it was the saint who protected the Daxue Mountain passed away. He was finally willing to let go of the prairie people's hands and asked them to go on with their own strength.
On the first day, the ghost saint fell, and the world was darkened.
On the second day, the human spirit was destroyed, and the sun and the moon faded away.
On the third day, Huang Quan died, and the sea of blood flowed upstream.
On the fourth day, the demon sage returned, and the earth split and the sky collapsed.
On the fifth day, the Buddha passed away without distinction between clear and turbid.
Yun Qing stood on the Zizai Cliff, overlooking the devastated land, and sighed, "It's the sixth day."
"... you want to make a move?" Qing Chen stood behind her, dressed in pure white sacrificial attire, with his hands folded into his sleeves.
Before Yun Qing could answer, Song Liyou sneered and said, "I must be waiting for that kid Xie Yao to make a move."
"Who is Xie Yao?" The woman in a golden dress with dragon horns on her head raised her eyebrows and asked.
The swordsman turned the rosary, recited the Buddha's name, and said, "This is Bi Luo from now on."
Long Huai finally figured out who she was talking about, her eyes brightened: "Dong Xuanzi... What are you waiting for him?"
"Wait for him to take away the demon way and Buddhist orthodoxy." Song Liyou still had that lukewarm tone, he looked at Yun Qing's back and said, "I don't understand what she is thinking, when Xie Yao comes to Biluo, then She definitely won't even have the chance to take a look at Daoqi."
Yun Qing didn't seem to hear their discussion, she was still staring at the vast grassland under the snow mountain, she sighed again: "The sixth day is coming to an end, the survivors will really be the survivors."
Long Huai elbowed the swordsman next to him. She has the closest relationship with the swordsman. If there is something to do, she must ask him first: "I don't understand her anymore. She is the person I have listened to in Shiwanda Mountain all these years." Are there too few words?"
Jianchen kept a distance from her, so as not to be 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 child, had already asked: "You mean, can the living saints live until after the catastrophe?"
Yun Qing turned around and smiled at him: "No, you can live until the big world is shattered."
Qingchen was stunned for a moment, and then saw Yunqing turn around again, and said gently towards the north: "And on the sixth day, the big world is shattered."
There is a green light rising from the north, this light is extremely pure, it cannot tolerate any impurities at all, and all darkness and evil thoughts are wiped out. In the beginning, it was just a slender bunch, and then it quickly spread into the ocean, replacing the sky. The space between the sky and the earth was filled with such light, and the pure light quickly dominated everything. The supreme majesty came from the north, deeply frightening the living beings in the world, almost in an instant, this green light fell on the cliff of Zizai.
Standing in front of Yun Qing, Xie Yao indifferently said the exact opposite of her words: "On the sixth day, the great world will be reborn."
He swept it away with a whisk, and countless invisible Dao seeds entered his body.
He said: "The world is reversed, and all the power stored now is included in Daoqi, and then the world will be restored."
The light is still spreading, going all the way to the south of Shiwan Dashan. The ancient Jumang mirror in Yunqing's hand emitted a blue light, covering herself and the people behind her. Xie Yao's divine light avoided her and shot directly at the demon Taoism.
Yun Qing walked a little forward and stood side by side with Xie Yao. She smiled and said, "The power of the Dao of Heaven flows into the big world again. At this time, it will be weakened to the lowest point in hundreds of thousands of years, and Dao Chess will become stronger." To the peak of hundreds of thousands of years. I hope that you will successfully ascend to Biluo and bring the monastic world back from the brink of extinction."
Xie Yao looked at her sideways, with a cold arc on the corner of his mouth: "It's really ironic from you to say it."
"Sincerely, without irony." Yun Qing's expression did not change at all, and Song Liyou was almost vomited behind.
Xie Yao said, "You don't seem like someone who would give up on your obsession."
"Wrong, I don't care about holding on to the child." Yun Qing's hand slowly slid across the surface of the Jumang ancient mirror, "The Dao of Heaven is fifty, the Dayan is fourty-nine, the outcome is already determined, so what's the point of holding on to it?"
Xie Yao flicked his sleeves and said: "Since neither of these two is perfect after the apocalypse, why can't I, a cultivator, take this opportunity to give it a try? It's all about deciding the fate, and now the outcome is still determined. Is the way of heaven too lenient?" gone?"
"It's not that the way of heaven is too lenient, but that practitioners ask too much." Yun Qing's attitude is kind, but when he speaks, he doesn't give in. "You are asking for a chance of life, so the way of heaven gives you flesh and blood. You ask for a chance of survival , That’s why Heaven bestowed you with enlightenment. Now, is there any step that you plan to destroy your life against the heavens that was not given by stepping on the Dao of Heaven?”
Her words were pressed step by step, and each word was sharper than each word: "When I gave you life, did you thank you? When I gave you the secret, did you thank you? Full of robbery, regardless of the great danger, the catastrophe of the world is about to end... It's a shame that the heavens are so unkind... I really don't know where the ascetics come from."
In recent years, Yun Qing's temper has become more and more flat and gentle. Song Liyou and the others haven't seen such fierce rebuttals from her for a long time. For a while, no one dared to answer the words, and everyone lowered their eyes and remained silent. , was silent.
These words have no effect on Xie Yao at all, the Supreme Forgetfulness has reached the culmination, and all thoughts and thoughts are gone in an instant. He calmly took away the seeds of Buddhism and Demon Dao, and then bid farewell to Yunqing.
His figure disappeared between heaven and earth, only his voice echoed endlessly in a mighty light.
"On the seventh day, the heavenly palace will bury the clouds, and all the Taos will prosper."
Yun Qing's expression had cooled down, but she still bid farewell to Xie Yao, and did not say a word to him after that.
Now even Long Huai could see that Xie Yao had poked her sorely, and didn't know what to say for a moment. Although Song Liyou really wanted to gloat, but considering that Yun Qing's expression was unstable now, for the sake of her life, she still tried her best to calm down her expression. But the swordsman looked calm, he had always trusted Yun Qing with all his heart, since Yun Qing let Xie Yao go, she must have a reason.
Qingchen was a little uneasy, he was hinted by the eyes of several other people for a long time, and finally summoned up the courage to ask: "This... the sixth day is coming to an end, why doesn't Shinto start to restore the heaven and earth, and guide the heavenly palace?"
The topic was not changed too bluntly, and several other people tacitly gave him a "well done" look.
"It will be ready soon." Yun Qing's expression eased a little, she smiled at Qingchen, "It's probably because Zhong Guanyuan was delayed by something."
Qing Chen had nothing to say, and he patted the sword minister beside him.
The sword official stopped turning the rosary, and sighed helplessly: "Although I don't know what will happen on the seventh day, please be careful."
Qingchen froze, Song Liyou immediately turned back and glared at Jianchen, obviously trying to think of a way to get rid of this topic, but this guy actually asked without hesitation.
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 is more straightforward, Song Liyou couldn't bear to look straight at him, he glanced at Yun Qing's face, unexpectedly amiable. Song Liyou breathed a sigh of relief, shaking off the goosebumps all over his body, and asked nonchalantly, "You should still have something to do?"
Yun Qing answered the series of questions quite concisely and calmly: "It's okay."
Are you really all right?
Song Liyou asked with an exaggerated expression: "You wouldn't really wait for Xie Yao to ascend to the position of Bi Luo without any preparations and let him kill you? What's the relationship between you and Bi Luo!"
The swordsman frowned in displeasure and said, "Don't speculate."
Yun Qing just shook her head without saying a word, avoiding to answer.
Song Liyou felt that the fire was rising up, and Yun Qing had become more and more strange recently, he yelled at the swordsman: "It's not that I am speculating, but that this guy has something to hide. Say!"
Anyone with a discerning eye could see the point of "keep something secret." But Song Liyou was the only one who kept holding on. Long Huai didn't pretend to have these things in his mind, Jian Chen felt that Yun Qing had his own opinions and didn't need others to comment on them, and Qing Chen did his own thing, and he didn't ask for what Yun Qing didn't want to say. Song Liyou felt that this group of people had such big eyes, 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 cultivator.
So he had to ask.
The swordsman recited the Buddha's name and stopped arguing with him. Song Liyou calmed down a bit and looked at Yun Qing quietly. Although he didn't speak, his eyes were full of "You don't tell me that I will stand here today! No! Let's go!".
Yun Qing held the mirror with one hand, and rubbed between her brows with the other hand: "I have nothing to do with Bi Luo."
Song Liyou said coldly: "It doesn't matter, you handed over all the Taoism to his successor? Then I have such a good relationship with you, do you want to hand over the world of cultivation 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 world of cultivation in the future." Yun Qing seemed to have considered Song Liyou's proposal seriously, and finally shook his head and said, "No matter how good our friendship is, let alone my friendship with you is really not good."
Song Liyou hasn't recovered from her previous sentence.
Yun Qing disappeared in place, and directly moved the universe to the center of the four-pole pillar. Right above her, the majestic Heavenly Palace is slowly coming to the world.
The ignorance of the world is divided, the heaven and the earth are separated, the clear ones float up, and the muddy ones sink.
The division of yin and yang begins, and the initial determination of the five elements. The alternation of day and night reappeared in the world, and the stars twinkled.
Birth and death alternately reincarnate, and the weather is ever-changing. The river is rushing, the sea is rough, the water vapor rises into clouds, and then turns into rootless water and falls to the ground. The flames ignited the lush forests, the showers extinguished the wildfires, green seedlings sprouted from the embers, and life was born out of the dead. The mountains and mountains stand up against each other, stretching for thousands of miles to form the backbone of the earth, and the rivers meander among them, and Ruize is devastated and scorched. Fish leap and kites fly, beasts and birds reappear in the dense forest and wilderness.
The sky, which had been dark all this time, was finally pierced by a brilliant golden rift.
The Zanyun Tiangong entered the last days of this ascetic from 100,000 years ago.
Yun Qing stared at this huge monster high above the Qing Yun, and Ju Mang spread her wings to cover her light, she laughed softly:
"On the seventh day, all Taos will perish and the world will be unified."