"What's going on here?"
In Zhongzhou, Marquis Wenwu's Mansion, Hong Yi pushed open the door from the study room with strong doubts and even confusion in his eyes.
Why did a beautiful sunny day suddenly turn dark?
"Is it possible that a heavy rain is coming?"
Hong Yi raised his head and looked at the dark sky with invisible objects and the servants of the Hong Mansion running back and forth, feeling an inexplicable sense of crisis in his heart.
This feeling is very similar to the sign of receiving the teaching from the Taoist master and seeing the seal of living beings years ago.
Day and night are subverted, sounds and colors are extinguished.
Before he had time to think about it, he heard a loud noise.
clang!
The sound is like a loud bell, shaking the body and mind.
It was a giant bell tower in the mansion, which would ring every time the hour changed.
It coincides with noon. At this moment, one bell is one breath. The bell will ring ten times in a row, which means entering the next hour.
Hong Yi looked at the darkness and listened to the ringing of the bell, and the sense of crisis in his heart seemed to be turning into reality.
He sensed that something was happening.
"clang!"
The first breath, the second breath, and the third breath pass by in an instant.
The sky is getting darker and darker, and the four seasons seem to have stopped at this moment, without any vitality anymore.
"clang!"
The fourth breath, the fifth breath, and the sixth breath come back and forth.
Hong Yi's whole body began to tremble involuntarily, cold sweat broke out from all his pores, and his palms spontaneously unfolded the Xuanyuan Seal of Beings.
Danger! Extremely dangerous!
These days, he practiced mudra diligently, and his cultivation was almost as strong as a bamboo. Before spring arrived, his skin and flesh had solidified and he had begun to polish his muscles and bones.
And the further he practiced, the more subtle signs would appear between his brows.
He knew that this was the unique power of the Xuanyuan Seal of All Beings, and he gained a lot from this flash of inspiration.
But at this moment, deep in his mind, there was only deathly silence.
The heaven and earth will perish at this moment, and the sun and moon will disappear at this moment!
In fact, if it weren't for the wonder of the Seal of Living Beings, no one in the entire world would be able to see the majesty and vastness of Yang Shen Yizhi, let alone Hong Yi, who had just started practicing.
He barely opened his eyes, and his palms seemed to be twisted and bent, showing the seal of all living beings to the extreme.
"clang!"
Seventh breath.
Just when Hong Yi was covered in cold sweat, the bell of Hong Mansion rang for the seventh breath.
Boom boom boom!
Scenes of torrents roaring from heaven and earth suddenly rose from the dark end of the far distance!
Light, endless light, seems to rush into the sky from the dark devil's abyss, sweeping away the darkness in the world!
The sky suddenly became extremely bright, and the white clouds in the distant sky rushed past like waves, stirring up layers of waves!
thump!
Hong Yi, who was covered in cold sweat, was shocked by the change in light and darkness and fell down suddenly.
"Is it... clear?"
His face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of bright red blood, which flowed down his clothes.
The feeling of destruction in my heart quickly dissipated like the tide.
clang!
clang!
clang!
The eighth breath, the ninth breath, the tenth breath!
The giant bell tower of Hong Mansion resounded with the last three roars of the delivery of time, and the entire sky became completely calm.
Whirring whirring!
The wind blowing from the southeast made Hong Yi jumpy and he quickly stood up from the ground.
He still looked up at the sky, but a figure suddenly flashed across his eyes. When he looked back, Hong Xuanji was standing behind him.
"Father."
Hong Yi was startled by the sudden appearance of Hong Xuanji. In addition, Fang Cai was mentally shocked and faltered for a moment.
But even so, he still saluted quickly.
However, while scanning, he also saw a flash of solemnity in Hong Xuanji's eyes.
"Why are you so panicked and so embarrassed?"
Today, Hong Xuanji is wearing a simple robe, but still has a gilt jade tied around his waist, which shows the meaning of wearing jade to relieve oneself.
He put his hands behind his back and stared at the dust on Hong Yi's clothes and even the sweat all over his body, but he rarely scolded him.
After just asking, he looked up at the sky like Hong Yi.
It seemed that this powerful Wen Wuhou had also seen something incomprehensible at this moment.
"My child...it was getting dark just now, and I accidentally fell down..."
Over the past few days, Hong Yi's physical body has grown stronger, and his mind has become more active. Although he was shocked by this sudden change in the sky, he still couldn't see the color in Hong Xuanji's eyes?
He had almost confirmed that his father also felt the huge crisis that would destroy everything.
It's just that the crisis came and went faster. For a while, Hong Yi was a little hard to distinguish.
"Changes in celestial phenomena are normal, so why make a fuss? Spring is coming, how are you reading?"
Hong Xuanji retracted his gaze to the sky, looked at Hong Yi, and his tone became majestic.
"Not to mention coming out on top, but winning the prize is a sure shot."
Hong Yi blinked. He had never seen Hong Xuanji change the subject. Ever since he was a child, almost everything was ignored by the other party.
But at this time, he rarely changed the topic, as if he didn't want to say more amid the changes in the celestial phenomena.
Could it be that his father knew something?
"Nine times out of ten? How can we boast before things are accomplished?"
Hong Xuanji raised his eyebrows and his tone turned serious.
"Do your best!"
Hong Yi quickly bowed. He knew that Hong Xuanji was angrily scolded by Li Yanfu, the prime minister of the dynasty, for not knowing the right words or the truth more than ten years ago, so he began to delve into literary studies.
Over the years, he has become a master of Neo-Confucianism.
He is also very old-fashioned and cannot listen to big words at all.
His body has been gradually improving these days, but he has become a little weak.
"Go back to the house and wash yourself, and come early for dinner."
Hong Xuanji snorted and stared at Hong Yi for a while, then finally shook his head and walked away.
Hong Yi also breathed a sigh of relief, strode into the house and closed the door.
After being beaten by his father, he put away his unsteady heart, but the doubts in his heart about the changes in the celestial phenomena just now could not be dissipated for a long time.
He opened the window, looked at the bright sun in the clear sky, and gradually became distracted.
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Deep in the Hong Mansion, Hong Xuanji returned to the house, dismissed all the servants, and walked into the study.
In the middle of the study room, there is a long box of brocade wood, which is three inches in diameter.
He walked to the table and opened the wooden box, revealing a ball of light that seemed to be filled with endless energy from the rising sun.
Within the light group, there were many changing figures, either with swords, guns, sticks, or fists, palms, and claws.
It's like a burning sun rising from the sea level.
There is no limit to the sea of suffering, only I can cross it!
This was a gift from the Taoist who claimed to be immortal.
"This is the power of the Yang God..."
Hong Xuanji looked at this thought, his eyes seemed to have transcended time, and he looked at the giant finger that dropped from the top of the void just now.
Seven breaths ago, he was in the study, and with this thought, he observed everything.
Irresistible and powerless.
Even though he boasts that he can suppress all enemies in the world, even if he kills Yun Meng so much that he doesn't dare to disturb him at all, the force he faces is no longer a scene from the human world.
If the world is a boundless sea of suffering, and all living beings can only suffer in the sea, then the Yang God is the person who leaps from the sea.
Jumping out of the sea, you will not suffer from the consequences of many karma. Although you dare not say that you can cross the sea of suffering, you are already different from all other living beings.
That's it, separated by clouds and mud.
At that moment, Hong Xuanji even laughed at himself.
Under this kind of power, what does he have to do with mortals?
But what he never expected was that at the end of the seventh breath and before the eighth breath, the man who claimed to be Taishangdao Li Hu suddenly appeared.
With one slash in the air, the whole world was destroyed.
The mortals in the sea actually blocked the Yang Shen on the sea, repelled it, and even injured it!
What kind of power is this? What a means! ?
"I claim to be in charge of the reincarnation of life and death in vain, but that sword really makes the world dare not call it a god."
Hong Xuanji's mind was rapidly evolving Li Hu's Heavenly Demon Sealing Sword, but no matter how he thought about it and changed it, he still couldn't find any way to break it.
He couldn't even find a way to resist!
Even if he wears the Emperor's Dragon Armor from Daqian's treasure house, even if he holds the Panhuang Life Sword, and even if his cultivation level increases to the level of human and immortal, he still can't say that he can take it!
"The Supreme Way..."
Hong Xuanji sat in silence for an hour and finally let go of his thoughts.
Although Li Hu reversed the Yang Shen's finger and was almost invincible in the world, there was one person above him.
He had the confidence to increase his cultivation to its peak and try to break through Li Hu's sword.
He is also confident that he can attack the physical body, shatter the vacuum, and even kill the Yang God.
But he didn't have the slightest intention of fighting against that person.
Just because that is the Taoist Master!
Gradually, he remembered the future that Zhao Zhou had shown him back then.
The scenes of future changes, the shadows of light and darkness, will eventually disappear completely, leaving no traces.
He put away all his thoughts, looked at the Yangshen Thought on the table, and suddenly smiled:
"It's not worth it to mess with my mind."
Crunch!
The heavy wooden box closed with a bang.
Many phantoms with condensed martial arts will were imprisoned in a place of silence, without any sign of fluctuation.
His martial arts does not require any external objects.
Boom, boom, boom!
In an instant, Hong Xuanji's body began to generate torrent-like waves of air, as if the shackles in his body were completely opened, and his blood marrow suddenly roared.
His cultivation, which had been stuck at the peak of the Martial Saint for a long time, finally broke into the human immortal realm in one day!
And taking this step, it seems that you have accumulated a lot of accumulation, and you are stepping firmly towards the road of immortality!
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The place of origin, the Golden Bridge on the other side.
The chessboard is divided and the two are in opposition.
The ancient and ancient Immortal Emperor pinched the white chess piece in one hand and the black chess piece in the other hand, and dropped them on the chessboard almost simultaneously.
There was a distant look in his eyes, as if he was waiting for something.
In the void, there is no sound of wind, only the endless flow of the river.
This is the river of origin and the sea of suffering in the eyes of many Yang gods.
This golden bridge, which represents crossing into the other shore, is the raft that crosses the sea of suffering. It can be immortal even if the eras come and go.
But you can't board the ship until you reach Yangshen.
Hashimoto's ferrying of people and objects and sentient beings seems a bit condescending due to restrictions.
"Crash!"
The sound of the water droplets flowing and hitting the river is becoming more and more clear, ethereal, melodious and melodious, as if it represents the end of the road, which is about to be reached.
These sounds are called the Heavenly Sounds of the Great Dao in the human world, and even those who are strong in the Nine Tribulations can benefit greatly from hearing them.
But at this moment, a soft sound suddenly rose up.
Click.
The black and white chess pieces that were dropped by the Emperor Changsheng on the chessboard ten breaths ago suddenly cracked.
The entire melodious and endless light sound was disrupted by this sound.
Above the sea of suffering, a faint golden light suddenly appeared.
If you look closely, it seems like a slightly exposed net is crossing over from the end of the distant sea.
"What if the chess piece is broken?"
At this moment, Emperor Changsheng was suddenly stunned.
He looked at Duan Zhen in front of him, who had not spoken since he sat down, with a hint of loneliness in his eyes.
After these tricks, Duan Zhen finally opened his eyes and asked him a heart-searching question.
If the chess pieces are broken, what will happen?
The Emperor Changsheng looked at the depth in Duan Zhen's eyes and the increasingly hazy aura around him, and suddenly sighed:
"The chess pieces are broken, it's up to Dao Master Duan to make the move."
His two sons, light and dark, were broken one after another, and only at the same time.
In addition, he was the one who proposed the theory of playing chess, and he was also the one who wanted to overturn the chessboard and show no shame.
No matter what, it all fell into place.
What's more, he couldn't even lift the chessboard.
"It's a foregone conclusion that all living beings will reach the other shore. Where do you think I should go, Great Emperor?"
Duan Zhen heard this and was noncommittal.
If the Emperor Changsheng loses one of his sons, the outcome will be even more uncertain.
It's a pity that the other party knows that it can't consume him, so he has no choice but to do this.
But the other party didn't expect that there is still one person in this world who can wield swords in all directions and win over the world.
Moreover, the Hongfu father and son also deviated from their original track due to various variables.
In this way, whether or not to play this game of chess is meaningless.
"Dao Master Duan can just stay where he is."
The Immortal Emperor shook his head slightly, adding a hint of loneliness to his tone.
He seemed to have suddenly aged a hundred thousand years, and the projection of the Yang God level remained, making it seem a bit illusory and hazy.
"Okay, then I'll stay here."
Duan Zhen's expression remained unchanged. Where there is truth, there must be struggle. Since he lost a step, he can't blame anyone.
He gently waved his hand and held the white chess piece between his index and middle fingers, making a move.
With almost no hesitation, he took root and moved across the board.
In the chessboard lined with stars, a chaotic and hazy color suddenly appeared, as if something strange was happening.
The lonely expression of Emperor Changsheng also suddenly changed due to Duan Zhen's move.
In one piece of chess, encirclement is a calamity. The one who succeeds in calamity can take away the opponent's son.
It is extremely difficult for ordinary people to transform themselves into calamities.
Because both sides of the game are fighting for every cent, and it is impossible to give their opponents a chance.
Invisible gunpowder smoke, a little negligence, it will be difficult to reverse the trend of decline.
But at this time, four endless cyclic calamities suddenly appeared on the chessboard, like a huge prison.
Turn the entire chess surface into a scene of immortality and reciprocation!
The chess pieces delivered in black and white are like the light golden light in the web of all living beings, as if they are going to the end of time!
"One child falls and four tribulations cycle. Master Duan has great tricks! Great calculation power! Great magical powers!"
The Emperor Changsheng couldn't help but show a hint of surprise in his eyes. Chess prowess is calculation power, and it also represents a person's soul cultivation and the strength of his thoughts.
The fall of this piece actually turned the chessboard into a cycle of four calamities, which would flow endlessly forever, which made him feel unbearable praise.
What are the four tribulations?
In one game of chess, there are four recurring calamities at the same time. In this situation, both sides no longer have any remarkable moves. In any case, it can only be judged as a draw!
Not a win, not a loss, but a draw!
When Duan Zhen's piece fell, he didn't directly defeat his inevitable defeat, but turned the chess game into a draw!
At this time, the entire chessboard seemed to be spiraling toward infinity, with no end or beginning in sight.
It was obvious that he could win directly, but he insisted on turning it into a draw, leaving him no trace of face!
How magnificent is this? What a big heart?
For a moment, the Emperor Changsheng thought about his shameless behavior just now, and then looked at Duan Zhen's behavior to save his own face.
Suddenly, his mind was unavoidably swaying, and his face was a little uneasy.
"What does the Emperor think?"
After dropping a piece, Duan Zhen didn't care about Emperor Changsheng's slight lapse, but asked casually.
But the Emperor Changsheng suddenly stood up, gave him a Taoist ceremony, and solemnly said:
"After hundreds of thousands of years and hundreds of reincarnations, today I know that the intention of all sentient beings is for peace. I live here forever. I thank Dao Master Duan."
This ritual is very ancient. It may be a ritual that has not yet been developed in ancient times. Emperor Changsheng performed it very seriously and sincerely.
This draw convinced him.
Duan Zhen nodded lightly without saying much, but the thoughts of sentient beings transformed into the pale gold net became a few percent faster again.
He also stood up, but turned around and said:
"Although all living beings want to be peaceful, they still require a clear mind and ask the emperor to take the next sword."
"Take the next stab?"
Emperor Changsheng saw Duan Zhen getting up and was about to say something else when he heard these words without much emotion.
He was stunned for a moment, and then he noticed an undisguised evil spirit leaping up from the vast void in an extremely distant place. It was so fast that it was unimaginable, and it was so turbulent that it was unstoppable!
Boom boom boom!
The water of the Sea of Bitterness seemed to be rushed to the end of the void by a roaring wind, and turned into giant tornado vortexes thousands of feet, thousands of feet, thousands of feet long, roaring endlessly!
The Emperor Changsheng only had time to raise his hand slightly, and saw a man who was exactly the same as Duan Zhen, only with two horns, slashing in front of him with a sword out of thin air.
"This old man is so thick-skinned to attack a junior who has just become a ghost fairy from seven or eight realms away?!"
This man with two horns, who was the first born, suddenly spoke loudly and with arrogance like demonic flames, and the Emperor of Immortality was once again stunned.
He turned his head and looked at Duan Zhen who was walking away, and then at the man with two horns in front of him. He didn't know how to speak for a moment.
"Dao Master Duan...what...do you mean?"
As soon as this man with two horns appeared, Emperor Changsheng recognized that this was the Great Evil King of Ten Thousand Laws and Ten Thousand Thoughts, the king of artifacts that Duan Zhen had refined more than three hundred years ago.
But at this moment, I was right in front of him, but I made a weapon to talk to him. What was the point?
"The Great Evil King has carried the evil of too many sentient beings and has become spiritual. There is no way to vent this. I hope the Emperor will forgive me."
Duan Zhen still didn't look back, just walked away step by step.
It was as if everything that was about to happen had nothing to do with him.
The Great Evil King wants to beat you, what does it have to do with me, Duan Zhen?
"this…"
"Stop talking!"
The Emperor of Immortality was about to speak when he saw the Great Evil King in human form suddenly stepped forward, and his hands that could not be erased by the sands of time were suddenly raised.
Boom boom boom!
Chaotic light and shadow leaped into the air, turning into scenes of pitch-black to heavy dead silence, polluting and losing the entire light sea of suffering.
The humanoid Great Evil King grabbed the horns on his head with both hands and suddenly pulled!
Tear!
The source that symbolizes the gathering of evil thoughts, the source that reflects the evil deep in the hearts of all living beings, was suddenly torn off!
The double horns transformed into a demonic long knife with cruelty and destructive intent, derived from the roar and roar of the blood waves!
When Emperor Changsheng saw this, he could no longer remain calm.
At this moment, his Yang God-level projection body actually felt a real threat!
He never thought that just a weapon belonging to Duan Zhen would have power that was not inferior to that of Yangshen!
At this moment, Duan Zhen's figure had completely left the Golden Bridge on the other side and walked into the world.
Tear!
At this moment, the shadow of the sword that destroyed Tianguang suddenly fell!
The fourth-level cycle is for peace, and the evil king cuts the immortal with a horizontal sword!
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