In the pure land, the petals are falling, and the pieces are blood-stained, bright as crystal, like tears and rain, a poignant beauty.
The king of gods in white sat cross-legged under the tree, his eyes closed, motionless, the blood of the gods flowed out, and the most beautiful flowers in the world bloomed, eclipsing all the scenery.
This is an eternal picture, no matter how many years have passed, it will never fade, people will never forget it, and it will be forever imprinted in their hearts.
The world is very quiet, only the sound of falling flowers, sparkling, dancing one by one, the fragrance is overflowing, flying out of the pure land and falling into the city of gods.
Obviously many people were shouting, and the members of the Jiang family were crying out in grief, but this world seemed so peaceful, and only this eternal picture emerged.
This is the power of the pure land, which makes the world peaceful, and all the noise and hustle and bustle are purified and become part of the magnificent scenery.
In the pure land, Ye Fan couldn't move, couldn't speak, and couldn't stop it at all.
Six crystal blood flowers bloomed and flew out from the heart of the peerless god king one after another. It was magnificent and gorgeous, like a colorful phoenix soaring lightly, and landed on Ye Fan's body.
This is the blood of the gods, which can purify all dharmas in the world. Even a peerless god king only has a small amount of it. Once the six blood flowers come out, it will almost be exhausted.
The gods have a miraculous effect against the sky. The first blood flower fell and dripped into the Xiantian Dao Diagram. Ye Fan's body shook suddenly, as if he had shaken off a layer of shackles.
He wanted to yell to tell the God King to stop, but no sound came out, and he was so anxious that he couldn't change anything.
The second blood flower of the gods fell, and the innate veins were dyed red, shining brightly, becoming a little different, and the pain of Ye Fan's body that was about to shatter decreased sharply.
"Bo", "Bo"...
Six consecutive blood flowers of the gods fell, submerged into Ye Fan's body, and dripped into the Xiantian Dao map, allowing him to move all of a sudden, nourishing his body and spiritual thoughts.
"Senior, stop!" Ye Fan shouted.
The peerless god king sat still, and the seventh flower of divine blood bloomed. He wanted to use the divine blood to help Ye Fan wash away the curse, clear the way, and cut off cause and effect.
This is an action of sacrificing one's life. If the blood of the gods is drained, the god king will probably cease to exist. This blood is the root of his being a peerless powerhouse, and he may die in a short while.
The innate veins are dimmed, and the blood of the gods really possesses the incomparable mystery, which can purify all causes and effects, and cut off the veins of the Dao.
Ye Fan stumbled and rushed over, trying to get close to the ancient green tree, and walked in front of the white-clothed god king, but the pure land seemed to have no end, no matter how he ran, he couldn't get close.
"Senior, if you pass away, what face do I have to live, I don't want you to pour out my curse with the blood of your life!"
"boo"
The eighth flower of divine blood bloomed, and the divine king in white became more and more peaceful. Sitting cross-legged under the divine tree, a layer of sacred brilliance flowed through his whole body, as if a god was about to end his life.
The rain of crystal flowers fell on him, making him out of the world and out of the ordinary. He used his own power to defy the sky as the holy body to continue the broken path, and to use his own blood to cleanse the innate Taoist map.
"boo"
The ninth flower of the blood of the gods bloomed, and the Xiantian Dao map was cut out, rushed out of Ye Fan's body, and hung in mid-air. This is the power of the blood of the gods, which can cut off cause and effect.
The Peerless God King forcibly cut off the connection between Dao Tu and Ye Fan by himself, but he failed to erase the lines after all. At this time, his blood of the gods was exhausted, and he only had nine flowers in his body.
The pure land shook for a while, and the god king seemed to be petrified, motionless, without a trace of strength.
"The Ancestor of the King of God!" The Jiang family cried out sadly, and their voices finally came in at this time.
The pure land is dimming, and the world can no longer be silent. The outside world is already noisy, and many monks are noisy.
"The king of the gods is about to sit down, and the peerless era will end from now on!"
"It's a pity that a generation of god kings, who were heroic and arrogant four thousand years ago, were confiscated in the purple mountain at the height of the sun. After returning, their beauty died, and they themselves were old."
"The peerless god king looked down on the world. Although he could be respected in the world, he was miserable for half his life. Now the curtain is coming to an end."
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No one is unmoved, people are discussing, many people are sighing, the life of the king in white is embarrassing.
Ye Fan yelled, and finally threw himself under the God King tree, prostrating himself in front of the God King, with tears rolling down his eyes.
"God King, you can't die..."
Shen Wangdi opened his eyes, but it was dim, and said: "Heaven and earth don't agree, the curse has not been broken, there is only one step away."
"King of God, don't talk about it, I have the seeds of the unicorn medicine here, you take it quickly." Although Ye Fan saw him open his eyes, he felt even more uneasy.
As soon as the unicorn magic medicine was released, the breath of endless life immediately filled the air, making the entire pure land full of vitality.
"It's not necessary." The king in white shook his head, and with a touch of his hand, Ye Fan was frozen again, unable to move.
The Great God King recited the Dao Lun Yin, which resounded through the heaven and earth, suppressing all the sounds, even the little golden creatures who were crossing the catastrophe not far away were much better, and the thunder that filled the sky was suppressed.
Everyone was amazed, how could the peerless god king still have such a cultivation level after shedding all his blood? His realm is too high, just like the night king said, he has definitely surpassed the realm of Dacheng God King.
All the divine voices of the Dao are concentrated at one point, containing the innate Dao map hanging in the air, and are about to obliterate it.
This kind of sound wave is tangible and qualitative, like a series of colorful ripples, clearly visible, very gorgeous, with an indescribable charm.
In the outside world, all the monks calmed down, feeling a kind of loftiness and vastness, and many people felt peaceful in their hearts.
"My God, this is... the prelude to God!"
Finally, someone sensed the mystery and realized what kind of power it was, and couldn't help but exclaimed.
"How is it possible, how many times has the prelude of the gods been played since ancient times?!"
"This song is not all related to cultivation, it is a manifestation of a state of mind, with an understanding of the Tao, and more understanding of the world of mortals."
"Legends say that the prelude to the gods is only the initial stage. If a real divine comedy is developed, it will gain almost the same power as a god!"
No one is not shocked, never thought that the white-clothed god king would be so stunning and stunning, realizing the prelude to the gods.
Although it has nothing to do with cultivation, it is just a sublimation of the spiritual realm, but the greatest potential of a monk lies in his original heart, and one day, it may be able to illuminate the world.
"The god king lived a miserable life, and only in this way did he realize the prelude to god."
People thought of the life of the God King, he was lonely for half his life, miserable for the rest of his life, his beauty was gone, he was old, he had too many regrets.
"The god king exhausted the blood of the gods and performed the movement of the gods. He is really ready to sit here."
People understood what he meant, and knew that he could not live in the world for a long time. Perhaps it would be a relief to end his desolate and regretful life.
"God King..." Many members of the Jiang family wept.
Even other monks were also infected. Many people felt that their noses were sore and their eyes were astringent. They lamented that the life of the peerless god king was really sad.
The Prelude to God, as if it really had the power of a god, submerged the Dao map in midair, and the colorful ripples fluctuated, making it continuously dim.
The petals were blood-stained and fell, and the prelude of the gods lingered in the pure land, but the vitality of the god king was getting weaker and weaker. He was like a dead lamp, which would go out at any time.
Ye Fan wanted to yell, but he couldn't move after all, and tears rolled out of his eyes. This is an unbearable kindness, too heavy!
"I don't want to do this!" He yelled in his heart, but he couldn't change anything.
There is almost no solution to the ancient curse. For hundreds of thousands of years, no one has been able to break through the secret realm of the four extremes. The price of breaking the shackles is really too high.
The god king is taking his life to connect the broken path for him, transforming the Tao map with the blood of the gods, obliterating the innate veins with the prelude of the gods, and cutting off the cause and effect for him, but this is the price of life.
"boo"
In the pure land, the flowers and plants withered one after another, the leaves danced and fell to the ground. This small world full of vitality is coming to an end.
The god king is gone, and the pure land can hardly exist in the world, it will dissipate and cease to exist.
"call"
A gust of wind blows, the dead leaves fly in the pure land, the flowers wither, and lose their vitality in an instant.
Looking around, there is a dead silence, Dingdong's spiritual spring has dried up, and the fragrant flowers and plants are withered and lifeless.
The lushness and vitality are gone, only desolation and withering, the pure land has become a dead place, there is no light anymore, it quickly darkened, and it was cold.
The only light is the center of the pure land, only the ancient tree of the king of gods has not fallen down, but the yellow leaves are falling, full of the bleakness of autumn.
This ancient tree is called the God King Tree, and it lives the same life as the peerless God King. If it also withers, it means that the life of the God King has come to an end.
The overture of the gods lingered, making the gloomy pure land a little desolate, the ancient tree of the king of gods was almost bare, and one after another withered leaves were flying.
The Jiang family mourned, and many people cried, but they couldn't stop it all.
The Tao map in the pure land was gradually obliterated, slowly disappeared, and finally disappeared. The curse of the holy land was broken, and the peerless god king Nitian connected the broken path for him!
However, he himself lost his vitality, his eyes lost their brilliance, and when he looked up at the ancient tree, there was not a single leaf on it.
The prelude to the gods was originally to open the way to the gods, but today it is not for the god king himself, but to fulfill Ye Fan and help him break through the shackles.
The Xiantian Dao map completely disappeared, lost its trace forever, the heaven and the earth did not recognize it, and the king of gods went against the sky, changing everything.
"God King!" Ye Fan was finally able to move, and rushed to the front with tears in his eyes. He took out the seeds of the elixir of immortality and wanted the god king to take it, but he couldn't do so.
Although the eyes of the God King in white were dim, he was very determined. He stood up slowly, still looking majestic at the world, and his aura was not weak at all.
"I can't die now." He only had this sentence, and walked out step by step.
Ye Fan followed behind and appeared in the big world, standing side by side with the king of gods in the night sky.
"Wow!"
The city of God is boiling, and the noise is soaring.
After hundreds of thousands of years, the ancient holy body finally broke the curse, and there may be a great holy body reappearing in the world in the future!
When everyone looked at Ye Fan, their expressions changed, especially the younger generation, who felt an invisible pressure.
A kind of physique with supreme prestige before the ancient times, when it grows up, it can challenge the ancient emperor, and it can be truly reproduced, which makes it difficult for the supreme leaders of Zhongzhou to calm down.
Endless killing intent used to rush towards Ye Fan like a vast ocean, boundless, surrounding him.
At this moment, he truly realized what it means to be the enemy of the whole world!
However, he didn't have any fear, black hair fluttering, eyes deep, standing in the void, scanning all directions, he was extremely calm and peaceful!