Raindrops fall from the sky, fall into the soil, seep into the depths, and turn into seeds that will sprout in the coming year.
Unknown flowers are flying around in the sky covered with clouds, like dandelions or withered souls.
In the desolate mountains and rivers, the light of dawn shines in the distance, and the night leaves like an ebbing tide. The cold winter has arrived, the ashes of calamity are flying, the snow has not yet fallen, and the earth is filled with chilling beauty.
Ye Chan Palace stood on the mountain peak outside the Shenhua Building. Her slender figure looked fragile in the wind. She looked at the moon in the distance, her eyes as high as the sky.
At this moment, the light completely reappeared in the unobservable interior, and the Taoist temple that had been silent for a long time finally woke up. The fifth brother, carrying a big broom, stood in the temple filled with fallen leaves, looked up at the bright moon, and showed a tired smile.
In Dahe Town, dogs barked. After the moonlight disappeared, the sleeping Shura townspeople woke up again. The breeze blew through the rice and wheat fields, the withered grains became full again, and the trees began to bloom again.
Everything comes back to life.
Outside the Eighty-one City, Jiuling Yuan Sheng opened his bone-white mouth.
Hundreds of thousands of city residents were wrapped in spiritual energy, floating out of the lion's mouth and slowly falling back into the distance.
This process lasted a long time.
It’s just that the giant city has cracked, everything has been crushed into powder and leveled to the ground. Everything you can see is dust and wind, not even a trace of steel fragments can be seen.
People cried in the grief of their homes being destroyed. Some people looked back and looked at the huge lion that was gradually losing its vitality. They later understood that it seemed that this lion had saved their lives.
Bai Ze's hand touched the iron umbrella, and the edge of the iron umbrella cracked inch by inch.
He sighed after a long time: "Don't worry, Master will rebuild this place. I will take you to Uranus."
Jiuling Yuansheng was speechless. He roared in a low voice, seeming to refuse.
Bai Ze shook his head and said: "How can Uranus not have the four heavenly kings of Ten Thousand Demons City? You will be the pillars of the new world of the demon clan."
Jiuling Yuan Sheng's magic, heaven, and earth disintegrated, and his body slowly shrunk, turning into an old lion with broken bones and flesh.
Bai Ze said: "Uranus is our destination. We must stay there. Only when one day thousands of swords light up the world can we respond. Only then will the shadow that shrouds the world disappear, and our descendants be able to live in this world." Live freely on the land. Don’t let down the saint’s wishes.”
Jiuling Yuan Sheng opened his mouth, but became silent.
Bai Ze saluted to the northwest, and then flew high into the sky with the remains of the Nine Spirits Yuansheng.
On the air layer, the side of the saint's huge stone Buddha was burning with light.
That is the eternal authority and a symbol of the fire of civilization. I don’t know how long it can burn.
In the morning, the sun rises and everything continues as usual.
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In the Ancient Spirit Sect, the new female disciple opened the window. She seemed to have not slept all night, and her eyes were a little dark. She looked outside with trepidation. There was no cloud in the sky, and it seemed to be a rare clear autumn day.
"Last night...did I really hear it wrong last night? I clearly saw a beam of light flying up." The female disciple said.
"I've seen it too. It must have been an unprovoked bolt from the blue. We in the Ancient Spirit Sect are full of strange phenomena. We just need to get used to it." There was actually another girl's voice in the room.
The female disciple turned back and whispered: "Sister Yu Jin is worthy of being a disciple who has been in the profession for a few years. She is just calm."
Yu Jin smiled and said, "Okay, go back quickly, otherwise people will see you."
The female disciple nodded vigorously and said sincerely: "Thank you, Sister Yu Jin, for your guidance. If you hadn't taught me as seriously as you did last night, I would have definitely failed the test this time and would have been expelled back to the family."
Yu Jin smiled and said: "Wouldn't it be good to go back and pass on the family business? The road to Taoism is very difficult."
The female disciple said: "Sister Yu Jin, don't laugh at me... Anyway, thank you for helping me."
Yu Jin smiled lightly and said, "It doesn't matter. After all, there were other sisters who helped me when I started."
The female disciple has heard about these past events, um... It seems to be a young senior sister named Ning Xiaoling. Although she is a legendary figure, the legend about her seems to be just a flash in the pan, and she disappeared later.
She knew that this was Senior Sister Yu Jin's sad story, so she didn't ask any more questions.
The female disciple looked at Senior Sister and asked, "Then is there anything I can do to help Senior Sister?"
Yu Jin lowered his head, thought for a while, and said, "There is indeed something I need your help with."
As she said that, she took out a stack of paper, handed it to her, and said, "Next time I go to Clothes Street, you Zhang Luo people can help me put them up."
"This is… "
The female disciple took the paper and found that it was some missing person notices... No! Cat search notice.
The same cat is drawn on these things. The cat has a lazy look in its eyes, its hair is long, and its ears are pulled back.
The female disciple immediately remembered another legend - the cat with perfect scores.
That cat seemed to have been raised by Senior Sister Yu Jin, and then got lost for some unknown reason.
The female disciple nodded seriously and said, "I will help senior sister put it on today!"
Yu Jin smiled softly.
After the junior sister left quietly, Yu Jin sat up and stretched her slightly stiff body. A moment of white light lit up outside the window last night. In the white light, she vaguely heard the roar of a lion.
Did you hear it wrong
She thought again of the knocking on the window last night.
At that time, the junior sister was approaching the window and opened it conveniently. Sigh... If it were Master or another disciple, wouldn't it be exposed? I'm just as stupid as when I first started.
Yu Jin thought so and closed the window. She didn't sleep all night but she didn't feel sleepy. She walked out and looked at the clear blue sky, recalling the past.
Suddenly, her eyes fell on a patch of overgrown weeds.
There seemed to be a letter scattered among the weeds.
She frowned, leaned over, picked up the letter, and opened it.
The handwriting on the letter was ugly and crooked. At first she thought it was some kind of prank, but after reading it carefully for a while, she was shocked.
"This king is actually a very powerful monster. You clumsy-eyed girl must not have noticed it, right? Haha... By the way, this king is going home. Don't worry about me. Ning Xiaoling and I are both safe. Until next time If you see a young man in white who doesn't deserve to be beaten back, maybe you can see your good sister."
The signature is a cat's paw print.
At the same time, in the ancient country of Netherworld, the kitchen stove was constantly flashing firelight. Ning Xiaoling woke up rubbing her eyes, walked to the door of the kitchen in white pajamas, sniffed the fragrance inside, and asked: "Jiuyou, what are you doing?" what are you doing?"
In the kitchen, Jiuyou's shout came out:
"I'm cooking fish."
"What kind of fish do you eat so early in the morning?" Ning Xiaoling asked.
"Ah, I made this for Di Ting." Jiuyou wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "I teased Di Ting last night. It seemed sad. I felt a little sorry, so I wanted to make another one for it."
"That's it..." Ning Xiaoling said as she walked to the big mirror and did some simple dressing.
After a while, Xiao Ling suddenly came back to her senses and asked, "By the way, where did Di Ting go?"
"I don't know, it should be outside." Jiuyou came out with the hot fish and shouted twice outside: "Di Ting, you are back, it's time to eat fish. Di Ting -"
Listening to Jiuyou's shouts, Ning Xiaoling sat on the throne with an ominous premonition. She closed her eyes and found that she could no longer detect any trace of Di Ting.
Jiuyou was still shouting. She walked back with the fish in her hands and said sadly: "He, he is too stingy, isn't he? Hum, if you don't come back to eat, I will eat it myself."
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In ancient times, the morning breeze is cold and cold.
The war finally showed a glimmer of light, and the world was in a state of ruin waiting to be revived.
Ning Changjiu slowly walked into the ruins of the Shenhua Building.
Lu Yueyou, Si Ming, and Shao Xiaoli all followed him.
Too many things happened this night, and five hundred years of accumulation seemed to have erupted in this night. The people who were still standing on this land were in a state of confusion and could not return to their senses for a long time.
The disciples of Jiange also stood in the ruins.
They came all the way, and although they didn't know exactly what happened, they saw a lot of things.
Ning Jiujiu walked up to them and took out the sword token given by Ke Wenzhou.
"The Sword Master entrusted you to me before he left. From now on, I will be the new master of the sword pavilion. I will protect you and protect the peace of the world. We must continue to pass on the will of Senior Ke until a certain day. One day, no demon in the sky will be able to cover our eyes."
Ning Changjiu said slowly. Those disciples who arrived later still didn't know what happened, and looked at each other in confusion.
"This... what the hell is going on?"
"Master, has he passed away?"
"This is indeed the token of Jiange, absolutely true."
"Well, senior sister and the others arrived early, should I ask senior sister first?"
“…”
Liu Junzhuo stood by the surging Luoshui River. The light illuminated her cheeks softly and distinctly. Her straight and straight nose was slightly sharp, but her eyes were elegant and restrained.
Just like the ruins of the skeleton tower, she watched the sun rise with exhaustion, but this time, she was facing the rising sun.
Zhou Zhenyue walked to her side.
"What's going on?" Zhou Zhenyue came a little later and didn't know the ins and outs of the matter.
It took Liu Junzhuo a long time to calm down. She looked at the worried face of her senior sister and said, "This matter is very long. I will talk to my senior sister later. In short... our master is an amazing person."
She said this, and then looked at the other disciples who were still arguing.
In front of all the disciples, she walked in front of Ning Changjiu in a serious manner.
"Long time no see." Liu Junzhuo said.
It's been several months since we left the Southern Wilderness.
Ning Jiujiu took the Kunlun Sword from Lu Marian's hand and handed it back to Liu Junzhuo.
"Kunlun, the sword returns to its original owner." Ning Jiujiu said.
Liu Junzhuo stared at the sword she had lost in a bet. She lowered her head, as if ashamed.
Liu Junzhuo temporarily took the sword, but said: "Thank you very much, I will lend this sword to me temporarily. When the future is peaceful, I will win it back in an honest manner."
After hearing this, Siming glanced at Ning Changjiu and had a bad feeling.
Ning Jiujiu didn't say anything, just responded.
Liu Junzhuo glanced at the other disciples, who were also looking at her.
She held the sword in one hand and pressed her fingers on the scabbard with her fingers in the other hand. She bowed her head to Ning Jiujiu and said seriously: "Disciple Liu Junzhuo, I have met the master of the pavilion."
The discussion grew quieter.
Everyone looked at the senior sister who was showing a dignified sword ceremony and her heroic spirit, and they also saluted one after another.
"Disciple has met the Pavilion Master."
Zhou Zhenyue was stunned on the spot. She looked at the young man in white with calm features, who was the person she had always wanted to kill.
But in the blink of an eye, the right and wrong of good and evil in the world seemed to be reversed, and she could not reverse it for a while.
The other twelve disciples saluted one after another, but she stood still, and finally followed them.
Ning Jiujiu nodded, he looked at Liu Junzhuo, and said: "First, take the disciples back to the Sword Pavilion, and tell them the story of the Sword Master on the way. After finishing the repairs, you first go to the major sects to organize manpower, and by the way, bring Master Fangcai Tell them the words and ask them to convey it as soon as possible. Then, everyone will go to the Eighty-one City together to help the victims there rebuild their houses. I will come to you after I finish handling the affairs in heaven."
Liu Junzhuo nodded in agreement.
She once swore an oath to kill this young man, but was defeated miserably by his sword. After several twists and turns, her heart was shaken and she was almost persuaded by him. However, at the end of the story, she discovered that the master had hidden more secrets than anyone else. It's all deep, it turns out... everyone is standing on the bright side.
Liu Junzhuo breathed a long sigh of relief, his mood was at ease, and his brows were glowing again.
Although Master left, he was so impassioned that no one in the world could compare to him. He should have left no regrets and should be happy for it. Then, as the viewer said, let us continue to write the chapter of civilization.
Liu Junzhuo and Zhou Zhenyue organized the disciples' return home.
In Ning Changjiu's pure heart, Liu Xiwan also said: "I will go back with Senior Sister and the others."
Ning Changjiu paused slightly.
Liu Xiwan said seriously: "After experiencing these things, I have many feelings in my heart. I want to walk around the world more and sharpen my sword. And you will also go to the Western Kingdom in the future. I will always stay in your heart, and it seems that I will not It’s so ridiculous, besides... Jiange sent me to be an undercover agent, and I think my undercover job was very successful! Now, it’s time for me to return to the organization!"
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said: "Miss Liu has indeed made great achievements."
Liu Xiwan snorted twice, always feeling that he was mocking.
Ning Jiujiu released her.
The girl flew out in the spirit state, landed lightly, and gradually transformed into a physical entity. Then she came to Liu Junzhuo's side and threw herself into the arms of her senior sister amid the surprised eyes of everyone.
Ning Changchun and the three women walked up the road together towards the Ye Chan Palace.
It was already light and the moon could not be seen clearly.
The isolation between the Dark Lord and the human world disappeared temporarily. I wonder if it was a psychological effect, but everyone felt lighter.
Just now, Ye Changong finally revealed the real secret behind the ascension failure of the ascetics:
The world was rewritten when the Dark Lord came. The ascetics could only write wrong heavenly monuments in the wrong world, so their ascension was also false. They could not reach the real legendary three realms like the ancient immortals.
The Dark Lord did this because he was also afraid of humans. When enough humans reach that peak state, and everyone works together, it may not be impossible to defeat the Dark Lord.
'The world is incomplete. '
'Never give up on finding the truth. '
In the story of evil, these two sentences echoed in Ning Changjiu's heart.
It turns out that the "black" in evil stories does not refer to any specific thing. Black refers to something that is lacking in the world. No matter how colorful the world is without black, it will ultimately be incomplete and unreal.
Therefore, the monks who ascended the eyelash platform in the story were all born in a world lacking color, just like the strong men at the top of the five realms in the world wrote the wrong monuments in the wrong world.
The old man in Luo Shu may have found a glimmer of truth by chance, but although the truth he found was beautiful, it was incompatible with the world. When he ascended, he did not choose a heavenly monument that conformed to the rules of the world like other ascetics did, but chose what he thought was beautiful.
As a result, he flew out of Luoshu Tower.
"Master, is it too late for you to go back?" Lu Married asked.
Ye Changong nodded slightly. She was still petite, but no longer looked so weak.
"The moon's shadow has been removed and the gate has been opened. I have been delayed in the human world for too long and should go back to deal with the remaining matters." Ye Changong said.
Siming asked: "Then what should we do next? The saint transformed into a Buddha and sat in heaven and earth. This is a once-in-a-lifetime moment. We cannot lose again!"
Ye Changong nodded and said: "Well, first of all we have to repair the mistakes of this world. The evil poem left the fire to us because we are the earliest gods born in the human race and the only ones who have seen the real world. Living the real world… is enough.”
Ye Changong continued to explain: "If this world is a kingdom of gods rewritten by the dark master, then the laws of the world are equivalent to mythological logic. The errors in mythical logic will automatically collapse if only those who have witnessed the reality are watching."
"Is this the legendary way of seeing through the world of mortals?!" Shao Xiaoli said in surprise.
Ye Changong nodded and said: "Well, the influence of the Dark Lord on the world was too profound before, and I was not aware of it. Now that the Dark Lord is far away, I think, sitting in the Taoist temple, I should be able to... see through the world of mortals."
Ye Changong's soft and clear words floated slowly, and the worries in everyone's hearts were soothed by the girl's calm tone.
As long as the world returns to reality, the most glorious years of human ascetics may be able to be reproduced.
Ning Jiujiu thought of another thing, and told his master about his conjecture about the innate spirit.
The innate spirit is most likely the dark seed sown by the dark master, planted in the bodies of countless ascetics, and the dark master can destroy it at will.
Ye Changong lowered her head, she had also thought about this matter.
If the innate spirits are under the control of the dark master, then even if they really cultivate a group of ancient immortal level monks, they will probably be destroyed by the dark master.
How to solve the problem of innate spirit...
Ye Changong couldn't get the answer for a while.
Shao Xiaoli was concerned about other things: "Cultivating to the third realm of legend requires writing a heavenly monument. However, a stupid person like Xiao Li, who has no realm, cannot write any rigorous heavenly monument at all. What should I do?"
Ye Changong comforted him: "There is no need to worry about this. There are disciples in the temple who are good at this. You don't need to worry about the heavenly monument."
At this moment, the fifth senior brother, who was sitting at the unobtrusive door with his broom in his hand, feeling light-hearted and carefree, didn't know what he was going to experience in the future.
They were still discussing everything about the future on the top of the mountain.
"How long can the saint last? Are we really in time?"
"There's enough time. The ancient immortals back then rose at a terrifying speed. The Dark Lord longed for humans to contribute spiritual energy, but was afraid of humans, so it left shackles in the realm. Nowadays, it can enter the mystical world, become immortals, live long, The shackles of Ziting, the five...six paths have all been erased. Cultivation is just a process of pouring water into a cup, so why are there so many fetters?"
"I see."
"Now that the world is open to the outside world, after cultivators reach the peak of their cultivation, will they try to ascend forcibly because of their own greed?"
"Maybe." Ye Changong said: "So we have to tell them that there is no so-called fairy palace in the world. The outside universe is just a ruined country full of stones, and we were born in paradise. We may move further to the stars and seas later, but now, our ultimate goal must be to expel the enemy.”
"Well, what Master said makes sense." Lu Jiaojiu agreed.
In these days, Ye Changong guessed the secret of the world, and she also thought carefully about many other details. When the influence of the dark master faded away, she finally slowly spoke out these thoughts.
Everyone stood beside her, listening to the girl's words, and felt a rare sense of peace.
Siming asked: "Then what should we do next?"
Ye Changong said: "When I see through the world, I will let my disciples go to the world to preach and help the top ascetics reach the peak of the Five Paths as soon as possible, while you have more important things to do."
Ye Changong stared into Ning Changjiu's eyes and said: "Next, the Dark Lord will try every means to interfere with us. Its most direct action is to open the Kingdom of God. And you will be responsible for killing them."
Ning Jiujiu said: "But what's the point of killing the projection?"
Ye Changong shook her head slightly, and she stretched out her slightly curled thin fingers and pointed upward.
"Look there."
Ning Jiujiu opened his Taiyin eyes and looked up following Ye Changong's words.
He frowned slowly.
I saw a red line vaguely appearing in the southern sky. The red line was like an endless rainbow, almost spanning the entire world.
"That's..." Siming opened his ice eyes and noticed something strange.
"That's the Red Thread Divine Kingdom." Ye Chan Palace stood in the wind, like a flower of the underworld swaying on the top of the mountain. She looked into the sky and said:
"Now that the world has changed, this is no longer the kingdom of the Dark Lord. The Saint broke through the darkness with the authority of the Everlasting Light, and gave the world the authority of the Heaven. The power of the stars of the Dark Lord and the Saint's Heaven-equaling power wax and wane. God Although the kingdom is still in the human world, it is only the kingdom of God. Now we are equivalent to possessing the authority of the heavens and can enter and exit freely like saints who have lived for five hundred years."
Ye Changong looked at the Red Thread Kingdom and closed his eyes.
She has been waiting for this day for too long, and countless monks have died for it.
"The kingdom of God is in front of us, and the Lord of God is within it. Although they are still powerful, without the blessing of the laws of the kingdom of God, they are no longer invincible even if they are in the kingdom." Ye Changong continued:
"We don't need to sit here for twelve years. In the next year, the Dark Lord will light them up almost militarily. When the snow falls in December next year, the Kingdom of God, which has ruled the world for more than 3,500 years, will will cease to exist.”
Ye Changong's words echoed sonorously and powerfully.
The sun was already in the sky, and the sun was shining all over the earth. The people on the ruins looked at the country high above. It was a hidden country, a country that was once invisible no matter what.
Now that the black tide has temporarily receded, it has appeared in front of everyone like a reef. People are staring at it. The kings hiding in it are no longer noble. In the eyes of thousands of people, they should taste it again. The taste of fear and shuddering at it.
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(Thanks to book friends Xue Jingling, Xue Yujun, Te Riri, Nan Lingyin, Renjiancha Xiaoqing for the heroes! Thanks to book friends Xue Jingling and Ning Changjiu for the tips! Thank you to the six book friends Big support~Mom!)