In the illusory long sky, those broken rays of light slowly fell down, and in the lonely world, only the gentle pattering of raindrops could be heard.
Snap!
Snap!
Snap!
The rain at night became slower and slower. In the darkness, the swelling and oppressive breath was like a huge stone, pressing on Yu Zun's chest, making him a little breathless.
I don't know when the green rain will stop. At this time, looking up to the sky, the dark red shadow in Yu Zun's eyes becomes more and more clear...
At this moment, the blood flowing in the wind became thicker and thicker, and the suppressed murderous intent became deeper and darker than the ink clouds wandering in the sky. \./hand\./machine\./version\./no\./wrong\./first\./post~~
The knives were held in their respective palms, and the sharp blade reflected a dazzling light in the silent night. It was originally a bright red light, but after being refracted by the blade, the blood light was like the miserable white skylight.
During the day, the skylight didn't seem too unusual. However, it was a cold and dark night, and it was not easy to see such a gorgeous white light in the darkness.
With the heart-rending roars, the whole world was shaking.
Those bright red blood lights are always lingering in the blue sky, like a piece of blood, surging and boiling.
The sky that cannot break the dawn is more like a cobra huddled in the yellow sand. It spits out a long letter, and it is so panic and fear in its heart.
Time always moves very slowly in a crisis, and perhaps my heart slowly becomes silent for a moment in a trance.
Everything is changing, everything has deviated from the previous track. When he looked up at the sky, the bright red blood light was like a piece of dust, wrapping the cold blue sky.
The world at this time is changing in an even weirder direction, and no one can tell what will happen next.
At this time, the signs of life for the boy who was trapped on the dark cross became weaker and weaker, but the tree of life behind him was always so green.
In the darkness, I heard the sound of the raging river, until I saw the dead leaves lingering on the surface of the earth, and the vast long river, swirling quietly.
The shrill neighing makes it difficult to calm down on a clear rainy night. Coming to the end, the situation was more like a carriage, gradually deviating from the route, and the horses leading the way seemed to have returned to their wild nature, and there was only a loud bang.
At this time, there was a thunderbolt in the long space, and the strange creatures sleeping in the dark world slowly woke up.
The fragments of the ice coffin lie across the vast wasteland. The purple-haired young man standing in the sky is among a dark red demonic shadow. He stands between the pupils of the demonic shadow. At this time, his body is surging. A piece of extremely powerful energy.
The dark red demonic shadow is really dazzling in the dark night. The blood light flickers slightly, sometimes dark, sometimes bright. When the blood light blooms to the extreme, the purple-haired young man, like a night falcon, flies wildly across Su Zun's body. top of head.
At this time, Yu Zun looked at his chest with a horrified expression. The sunken hole was so terrifying.
Those bright red blood, snap! Snap! Snap! After falling on the cross, the young man who was bound to the cross opened his eyes.
At that moment, his vitality seemed to be slowly awakening, and his smile was bright and pure.
But the cross behind him was slowly decaying.
Yu Zun was startled. He seemed to gradually understand the true meaning of bleeding.
The huge hole in his chest was still flowing with fresh blood. Under his feet was a small desert island, and on the desert island stood a dark cross.
The blood kept falling, and then slowly flowed into the dark soil. As time passed, the green tree of life suddenly bloomed with a dazzling green light. Yu Zun was startled. He felt a vast and gentle energy, like a dragon, slowly gathering into his body. He calmed down and felt this energy quietly.
This and the energy given to him by the Demon Lord are two different concepts, just like one is real and the other is virtual. The energy given to him by the Demon Lord generally represents the breath of the virtual state! The energy given to him by the Tree of Life represents reality.
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At this time, he felt a little lonely in his heart, while the purple-haired young man standing in the distance had an indifferent smile on his face. Perhaps, they were both so calm and cold in their hearts!
In the darkness, the sound of light tapping seemed to be testing the patience of the few people standing in the void.
When the earth really trembles, the withered time will again be like a clear stream, gentle and beautiful!
The sky is mostly a reflection of the earth. In the blood space, those vast energies, like dragons, are dancing crazily and roaring in a world full of mysteries.
The icy cold sky must have too much hatred for the world! Crazy energy, quiet and cold, the energy is rolling, rolling wantonly in the long space.
The world at this moment is more apocalyptic, chaotic and crazy...
When a ferocious dark energy attacked him, he was still in a daze. Until the danger was approaching, his heart skipped a beat.
He stood there without responding, while the dark sleeves and robes were swaying wildly in the wind. He was startled in his heart, and stared blankly at the purple-haired young man, who took over the ferocious piece of clothing for himself. energy.
Those arrogant dark energies are not peaceful existences. They are very violent and cruel. When I lower my head and overlook the dark world under my feet, I can vaguely see a dim candlelight in the distance, in the cold. In the wind, swaying quietly. \./hand\./machine\./version\./no\./wrong\./first\./post~~
And in a more distant area, there is a treasure land in the world. It is no wonder that this world has been integrated with Yu Zun's small world. At this time, the small world has taken a big step towards the real world.
Although the small world is still a bit illusory, Yu Zun knows in his heart that one day, the small world in his heart will definitely become a member of the big world. At that time, the whole world will be for my own use.
The cold wind was raging, but it could not destroy the dim lights. Even though this withered dark night was like a glutton, with its mouth wide open, it was still unable to swallow the slightly drunken and shallow warmth of the mortal world.
When the purple-haired young man held up the long knife and dropped it again, a hundred-mile-long knife mark was left in the dark wasteland.
At this time, in the darkness, the gently sobbing creature is more like the swaying candlelight in the dark night. At that moment, the life is like the candlelight, swaying gently until it disappears... ...
He swung his sword once and then added another. His purple hair was wandering in the long wind, and there was a desolate and ancient energy between his icy-cold pupils.
At this moment, a bright light suddenly burst out from the eyes of the demon king who was in the wilderness. The light was directed to the sky until it collided with the eyes of the purple-haired young man.
The demonic figure standing behind the purple-haired young man became increasingly clear at this time. At that time, the demon shadow's eyes burst into a dark red light.
The stinging silver light erupting from the Demon Lord's eyes collided with the dark red light.
It’s hard to believe that a scene like this will appear next. The vast space is filled with monks chanting sutras and chanting Buddha’s name.
They closed their eyes slightly, and the pale scriptures flowed out of their mouths and turned into a stream of pale golden light. At this time, the sky was covered by a seal.
"All actions are impermanent", "All dharmas have no self", "Nirvana is silent".
Those complicated scriptures turned into pieces of flowing light, quietly smearing the world.
The demon lord and the demon behind the young man faced each other, their cold pupils filled with energy that could destroy the world.
But those monks wearing cassocks were like a wall between the Demon Lord and the Demonic Shadow. When the Buddha's light was strong, there was an inexplicable pain in the Demon Lord's pupils, and Yu Zun was stunned.
He suddenly felt that the situation was not good, and what he saw in front of him made him startled. The purple-haired young man held a long knife in his hand. When he strolled towards the sky, he felt a strong sense of oppression, which made him feel physically and mentally uncomfortable.
There was a cynical smile on the young man's face. He jumped up to the sky crazily. At this time, the energy around him was rising crazily. Even after a long, long time, the vast energy was still rising crazily. Climbing.
His target...is...those monks wearing cassocks!
Suddenly, there was a voice in Yu Zun's heart. The clear and cold voice made him startled, "We want to kill them! No. (The next page is more exciting!)
Then the devil who protects us will never be resurrected! "
What...never come back?
Time did not wait for him to hesitate, and the golden light around the monks who were twisting the beads became more and more magnificent.
He clenched the long knife and gritted his teeth. He would rather believe the man's words. Between the virtual and the real, energy expanded in his body. He jumped up to the sky and waved the full moon scimitar.
Those monks sitting in the long space did not seem to be as powerful as Yu Zun imagined. Their withered bodies looked so abrupt under the sharp blade.
After that, a breeze blew across the face, sweeping away those withered bodies, and the remaining bodies turned into a piece of dust. After that, the end suddenly came to an end...
He couldn't help but ask: "Why did those monks suddenly appear..."
"Because, they are the gods of death!" He actually got the answer. He looked at the sky quietly and looked at the purple-haired young man standing in the distance. At this time, the purple-haired young man was also looking at him.
He understood in his heart that the green voice must have come from the purple-haired young man. In a trance, time came to an end and was released. The time in life is like clear rain, falling one after another in the clear and thin autumn.
Until the withered leaves turned into soil, until the flying willow leaves solidified into a fixed posture in half space. Then, suddenly, when the long wind swept away, the flying willow leaves became as fixed as life. , gliding past in a farther direction.
However, later on, there was only a piece of ink-colored catkins left in the memory, which must be the remaining shadow of life!
There are more than thousands of monks wearing cassocks, and tonight must be a bleak night. The unruly soul transcends the mortal world until it sits in the long space and turns into withered images.
It's almost the end...
Thunderbolts, one after another, rushed across the sky.
Before dawn, the bright stream of light is always suppressing its own nature. It cannot tolerate the cold autumn rain, the indifferent cold wind, and it cannot tolerate those withered leaves slowly falling in front of its eyes. Roll up, then land lightly.
But this is just the passing thought. It cannot change the existing facts, just as it cannot reverse time. The indifference and desolation of autumn are God's choice, not man-made creation.
grim Reaper......
It is really unbelievable that those monks wearing cassocks are actually the gods of death...
Maybe it's just the words of the purple-haired young man? But at this time, he had to trust the purple-haired young man. He always had to have a subjective consciousness to judge whether the other party was an enemy or a friend!
At this time, a dark energy surged from the depths of the earth. There were too many secrets hidden in this dark wilderness. Those who sang in the dark night gradually woke up with the loud singing. come over.
Things in the world last forever, and people always die, and there are always people who wake up from death. The dark energy, like a thick fog, slowly disperses. At this time, the world can be described as "black clouds are overwhelming the city and are about to destroy it!"
The world has become so thin. Like a piece of rice paper, it can be easily scratched, but the scattered handwriting on the rice paper still exaggerates the desolation and helplessness of the world.
The darkness cannot reach the end of the night, and the end of the night is dawn. The darkness will be slaughtered, and for a moment, the world will become profound and desolate again.
When that dark energy slowly approaches oneself, it is like sulfuric acid, corroding life.
But at this moment, Yu Zun stood quietly in the dark energy with his eyes closed. The young man in the distance looked at this scene with a look of horror. Just a moment later, a strange smile appeared on his face. meaning.
The young man did not deliberately come into contact with this dark energy. He raised the long knife again and pointed the blade at the monk. Buddhist scriptures lay across the edge of the night sky, and Sanskrit was writing about the silence of the night.
In the bloody light, those withered monks hung their heads like flowers after autumn. The withered vitality also means that life has truly reached its end.
At this time, the bright moon hung high among the ink clouds, and the bright moon quietly revealed its head. The bright moonlight was diluting the bright red blood on the sky.
However, the blood flow was still splattering crazily. When the young man raised the long knife above his head, the two trolls standing on the wasteland seemed to be about to die. (The next page is more exciting!)
It's the end.
Those pale golden Buddha lights are diluting their lives. They are about to turn into a pale screen of light, and they are about to die...
Perhaps, when the two trolls get together, all this is destined.
As a result, the young man swung his sword faster and faster, but even so, the monks who filled the sky like stars could still not see the end.
At this time, Yu Zun, who was silent in the darkness, suddenly opened his eyes and was immersed in the dark energy. His heart became silent instead. On the dark island in his heart, the falling snow was still in the long space. Flying slowly.
However, at a certain moment, he actually understood the contents on some leaves, and in the darkness, there was a purple-gold light in his soul consciousness. He understood that it was Cangwu Qi protecting him.
And the reason why he is not afraid of those dark energies is also the reason for Cangwu Qi.
At this time, the dark energy was already used by him. It was a substantial energy, heavy and depressing.
He looked down at the lonely land at his feet, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.
It turned out that this dark aura was a natural thing. He accepted this dark aura crazily, and the yin and yang energy veins that had been born in his heart began to operate again at this time.
Void and real, the energy given to him by the Demon Lord is virtual energy, while the energy of darkness is a piece of substantial energy.
It is precisely because of the existence of these two kinds of breath that the yin and yang energy meridians start running again.
The aura obtained from the Demon Lord gradually drew out illusory energy, and the yin and yang energy veins may be the door to another world. Those vast energies were torn out crazily along with the illusory aura.
In the darkness, the vast aura is like a vast sea, and in the vast sea, there are patches of rapids and waves!
At this time, Yu Zun suddenly opened his eyes, and from that moment on, Demon Lord also opened his eyes again. That extremely powerful aura made the world tremble.
At the same time, the sound of monks sitting in the long sky, chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name, became faster and faster.
But from the moment Yu Zun opened his eyes, everything seemed to have changed. From that moment on, the purple-haired young man no longer held back, and his long sword became ten thousand feet long. And on the sharp blade, a cold blue light flashed.
Thousands of Buddhas died when the long sword fell, but what was depressing was that those monks did not leave after their death. They turned into pieces of Buddha's light, illuminating the entire sky brightly.
When the Buddha's light was in full bloom, Yu Zun felt a little uneasy in his heart. What were they going to do?
He thought of the monk who led him. At this moment, he felt a bit of pain in his heart. He couldn't help but think, was everything he did right or wrong?
Later, when he looked at the young man, there was a dim light in the young man's deep pupils. His heart froze, and he lowered his head sadly.
The young man smiled at Qian Qian, a warm smile. At that time, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have had an acquaintance with the young man.
But he has already forgotten... it was a long, long time ago!
Looking up at the dark blue sky, it was now covered by the dazzling Buddha light. The monk turned into the undead, and the undead souls transformed into the dazzling Buddha light.
When the wind blew, some wrinkled memories in Yu Zun's heart were slowly smoothed away.
He heard the young man's voice, "Brother...it's you!"
He was stunned and pointed at himself, "You! Are you calling me?"
At this time, when he looked at the deserted island at his feet, the boy who was tied to the cross also had a smile on his face, "I know, it must be you..."
At that moment, Yu Zun's heart was stung, like a knife, piercing deeply into his heart.
"Who are you..."
There is a stinging sensation even when breathing, and a stinging sensation is felt whenever the lungs are constantly moving.
At this moment, he stood quietly in the darkness, surrounded by a thick aura like a sea of clouds.
But in that dark aura, there was a purple-gold aura, nestling in it. None\./Error\./Update\./New`.w`.a`.p`.`.c`.o`.m
And the purple-gold Qi is also Cangwu Qi. (The next page is more exciting!)
At this time, Cang Wu Qi is more like an emperor listening to politics behind the curtain, and the dark energy is more like a supporter of Cang Wu Qi!
The sky was flickering bright and dark, and dawn was about to break, but around the sky, those pale golden Buddha lights still refused to recede.
"They are the gods of death..."
The young man looked at him and smiled lightly. Later, he tightened his grip on the handle of the knife, and without any hesitation, he jumped into the sky. Sonorous! Like thunder and lightning! . None\./Error\./Update\./New`.w`.a`.p`.`.c`.o`.m
