How bright can a person burn
How bright can a flame illuminate the entire world
The people on the ground, the elders who fell from exhaustion in mid-air, all looked up at the burning man in the sky. All of them knew him, but among all the heads of the Eight Sects, Yi Heping was too introverted, he didn't show himself, and they had only seen this man's gentle and unpredictable appearance.
I have never seen him burning himself up and roaring like a hot-blooded young man.
It was incomparably brilliant.
The brightest flame in the world was burning on his body, and he held the last long sword in his hand. He greeted the ancient emperor who existed like a god to them, and went to meet the man who came down from the sky. A blow that destroyed the entire Biyong Pavilion.
The sword light is vast, and Yi Heping, who burned himself up, poured all his life into his last sword, which is comparable to the sword that was only used by the formation that united everyone before. The sword light and the silver-white Canglong intertwined and collided in midair, illuminating the sky and the earth into a vast expanse of snow, rumbled in everyone's ears.
Blood overflowed from Bai Manqing's mouth and nose.
After all, he was just an ordinary person with no cultivation, even though Bei Hao had tried his best to protect him, he was still hurt under the coercion erupted by this level of power collision.
But he didn't take it seriously, just looked up at the battlefield in the sky.
Yi Heping.
This man was too forbearing and too terrifying. From the very beginning, he had accumulated his strength, and endured until the end to make the most critical strike. He is not a person who is afraid of death, he saves his life only to throw it out at the most critical moment.
He succeeded.
Gu Di's second blow did not continue to fall.
Emperor Xuan sat on the throne, looking down at the world of Jiuxuanmen.
Yi Heping, who had burned his entire life, fell from the sky. After the man who had propped up the Nine Profound Gate and maintained the majesty of the Nine Profound Gate by various means for so long in the past, after burning out his life, he was actually just ordinary man. After the incomparable brilliance, his figure falling from the sky was like a raven that could no longer spread its wings.
Someone caught him.
The sky and the earth are so quiet.
Jun Wanbai, Chu Zhiyuan, Hezhou, Baili... all the disciples of the Nine Xuanmen stood on the mountain peak, they were panting, their true energy was almost dry, they stood blankly, these proud disciples of the Nine Xuanmen The expression at this moment looks so like a child who is suddenly dazed—a child who has lost the adult who always stood in front of them and sheltered them from the wind and rain.
All children will complain that adults take care of too many things, and they are eager to leave the wings protected by adults to do something to prove themselves and prove that they have grown up. All children like to say that they don't want adults to control them.
But in fact, everyone will subconsciously look at the adults walking in front of them.
The steady figure standing on Biyong Pavilion is their backbone.
When adults are around, they are children with a home, children who can roam freely.
But now, the person who would stand still and watch them wander, wait for their return, and spread their wings for them suddenly disappeared.
No one is crying.
Everyone stood there in a daze, as if completely unable to understand what was going on.
On Biyong Pavilion.
Yi Heping struggled to look up at the young man who was half kneeling beside him. The young man who came out from the last door was wearing a black robe, and his eyes were quiet. Yi Heping could feel the distant and majestic aura on his body.
The young man kneeling beside him and looking down at him is no longer the sad young man who sat alone on the high platform and said he didn't remember anything.
He is shrouded in supreme authority, and he is an untouchable existence in this world.
However, he still looked so sad.
"Don't be sad." Yi Heping said softly, his vision gradually blurred, his breath gradually weakened, and in his blurred vision, he vaguely saw the quiet and sad boy sitting on the high platform back then. So he stretched out his hand, as if wanting to appease something, "Don't be sad... Master protects disciples... It's only right and proper..."
Yi Heping's voice was slightly like a breeze blowing over a silent hill.
He wants to protect.
He wanted to protect Bailishu who was sitting on the stargazing platform and couldn't remember everything, he wanted to protect so many disciples from the top and bottom of Jiuxuanmen, he wanted to protect all living beings in the Twelve Dynasties.
He wants to protect too much, but he can't do it well.
Just like in the end, Bailishu still put on the robe symbolizing the head of the sect, and walked behind the nine mysterious gates underground. All seemed like a futile effort. However, he still wanted to tell his apprentice hard, tell him... don't be sad, there is nothing to be sad about.
In this world, it is only natural for a master to protect his disciples.
As a master, he was useless, he had no way to protect his disciples, he could only send his disciples to the battlefield, but within the scope of what he could do, he also wanted to do everything he could to protect his disciples.
Don't be sad, it's his responsibility.
Yi Heping's hand dropped down, his pupils stared blankly at the dark sky.
The Jiuxuanmen was silent.
Above the sky, Emperor Xuan, sitting on the throne in the royal city, stopped attacking again. He stared at the skinny young man on the Biyong Pavilion, with so much madness and hatred in his eyes, it was him waking up from his long sleep. The existence that came to kill. The sword suspended in front of the throne slowly fell, and Emperor Xuan grasped the hilt.
The last battle that decides everything is doomed from a long time ago, and it will only be fought between them. When that person walks out of the last Taoist door, all the low-level first moves are meaningless up.
In this level of war, no matter who it is, they can only go all out and have no other ideas.
The world is quiet.
Like a silent funeral.
Bailishu stared at Yi Heping and stopped breathing.
There was nothing in Bailishu's pupils. They were exactly the same as the eyes of the sky that opened above Shangdu, indifferent and cold.
He watched Yi Heping die, just like watching a complete stranger die.
Yi Heping's voice fell into his ears, but it seemed to be separated by a long time and a long distance, with an extremely unreal color. Sad... He couldn't understand the meaning of the word, it seemed like a completely foreign thing.
But when Yi Heping's hand was hanging down, Bailishu felt some liquid slowly falling down his cheek.
Is it rain
He raised his head and gazed at the cloudy sky.
Some vague, distant memories flashed before his eyes. There is a broken, blurred image, in the dark world, the heavy rain connects the sky and the earth, the rain is so heavy, it seems to wash everything away, leaving nothing behind.
"It's time to rain."
Those pictures seemed to be separated by a long distance, blurred and unclear, but vaguely, Baili Shu seemed to feel that he was standing in the rain, looking up at something.
So he said.
The voice is flat, without joy or sorrow.
As soon as his voice fell, heavy rain suddenly fell, and the sky and the ground were covered with icy cold rain. Such a heavy rain is pouring over the world, washing away all the blood, washing away all the filth, trying to wash everything clean, leaving nothing behind.
The invisible rain is called heaven weeping.
From a long distance, Jun Wanbai raised his head and looked at the thin young man on the Biyong Pavilion, suddenly it was like when he was in Yanmen County.
At that time, when they came out of the ground in Yanmen County, it also rained heavily without warning. The rain fell from the sky and hit the young man in white robe. The white robe was covered with a faint gleam, and the rain washed it away in vain. At that time, Bailishu was holding a golden long bow, and when the rain fell on the bow, it transpired into a white mist.
He just stood quietly in the rain, raised his head slightly, and looked at the rain.
Jun Wanbai asked him what he was looking at.
He said: When there is no cloud and it rains, it is called heaven weeping.
At that time, Baili Shu's voice was very soft, filled with incomprehensible sadness.
Is that so
Jun Wanbai suddenly wanted to go back to that time and ask Bailishu, is that so? The rain that fell without warning is the so-called "heaven weeping". Why is the sky sad? Is it because the sky is sad
is that so
Standing on the high pavilion, the young man with a completely unfamiliar aura, he seemed to be standing in another world far away, like the incarnation of the will of heaven and earth, incomparably majestic, but also incomparably strange, cold and indifferent.
But why do you say it's time to rain
Is it because, subconsciously, you are actually sad
Jun Wanbai reached out to catch the icy rainwater falling from the sky, thinking of Li Banmaid who walked side by side at that time, her face was inexplicably wet.
The rain fell quietly, and the land of the Twelve Dynasties was raining at this moment, an unprecedented heavy rain.
In the rain, everyone was silent.
……………………………………
Baili Shu stretched out his hand and gently closed Yi Heping's eyes.
He stood up.
The rain fell and fell on his black robe, but there seemed to be a faint light around him, and the rain just washed away in vain. In the rain, Bailishu raised his head and looked at Wangcheng suspended in the sky.
At this time, a bolt of lightning suddenly swept across the entire sky.
That bolt of lightning illuminated the heavens and the earth, illuminated the young man in the fluttering black robe standing on the Biyong Pavilion, illuminated his indifferent and cold eyes that seemed to have nothing, and illuminated the sky, where Emperor Xuan's hand was like snow. long sword.
At this moment when the world turned pale, Baili Shu left the Biyong Pavilion, and Emperor Xuan stood up from the throne.
The final battle, finally started.