How has heaven and earth ever been afraid of light? But at this moment, the world is really afraid of light.
These countless rays of light burst out everywhere, sparks flying everywhere. The brilliance far exceeds that of sunlight.
Huang Quan pointed his finger, and all the death energy contained in this world burst out.
The man in white clothes stood on the shoulders of the huge body, slowly closing his eyes and listening in all directions.
The howling silence of the wind blew up in the heaven and earth, but it could not make a sound.
This is the silent wind.
This wind exists and wanders around. But it just couldn't make waves.
Silence is speechlessness. But what are the thoughts left behind by the countless souls who were buried here?
It is their thoughts that echo in heaven and earth. However, their concerns remain unheard and unanswered.
This is something that happened on my mind a long, long time ago, and it was also a past event a long, long time ago. Everyone has a story. When these stories are formed one after another, they become thousands of chapters.
However, today, these stories are once again revealed to the world. Although it was silent, someone's ears were listening in all directions, listening to these sounds.
When people meet at dusk, they play a soft tune. Among them, the shadows of trees and figures seemed to be reflected in the sunset in the western mountains.
Reflected in this bright light.
People can't figure it out. Mingming pointed his finger, and black mist rolled in. Why does it bring reverse color?
It's obviously darkness, but it's light?
In this light, there is an indescribable powerful force. No one can resist this force. When it rushes, it roars and shakes the sky.
However, that person kept his eyes closed.
What he heard were sounds coming from all directions. It is the thoughts that have been stored in this world for countless years.
These silent thoughts were finally heard today.
Here are the lost creatures of the past. Resentment has been extracted, and here they have no resentment or hatred. But I still left behind those recounted memories and thoughts.
People will eventually come to an end one day. But everyone is born from the dawn, and they want to fully welcome the sunset and dusk to see the final surprise.
That amazing thing is from birth to death, dazzling youth, to the end, between thoughts, intersecting thousands of scenes, like turning a page.
It's just that the book called Time that belongs to these people has been cut off by life. There is no ending, and there is no afterglow of the setting sun. In that moment, we can recall the past with a snap of our fingers.
This is the concern of those lives. no matter how many years
, are all stored in their hearts, and even after death, they will remain so for countless years. Perhaps, this thought will last forever.
Until someone listens to you. Being lifted up.
But, this is simply impossible. When this becomes silent, how can anyone in this world understand it?
No one can understand, no one can listen. Even back then, no one could understand the group of Mo Chen cultivators and Martial Ancestor who entered this place.
Is it true that no one can understand?
A black snow fell one after another. Yang Li Yang Wai Yang around. But wherever he went, every snowflake was lit up by starlight fireworks. Therefore, there is no darkness under the underworld.
Some are just bright sparks, the burning of life.
Use your own life to dye the ending dusk, the stunning dusk.
As a result, it became a shadow. Countless shadows were left behind. Reflected in this silent world. Just like the previous snowstorm, it appeared in the heaven and earth.
These are countless figures.
Countless figures appear in this world. Appeared in the eyes of the man in white.
However, these figures can only be seen by the men in white.
At this moment, people are looking into the distance. All he could see was the spreading thunder and the black snow rolling everywhere.
And, the figures standing on fourteen sides and fourteen points.
The huge, towering god covered the fourteen figures. But that breath like a rainbow cannot be stopped!
"The world here has been ruthlessly destroyed. The rules here have disappeared. Those countless thunders are just the rules of this world and the last tenacity. But in the end, it is still inevitable to be wiped out."
"From now on, this world is no longer heaven and earth. It is not even considered nothingness. What is nothingness? The Tao is nothingness, so it can contain and contain all things. Therefore, it is nothingness. This is, all things in life. That one is the void. That nothingness is the infinite possibility."
"However, this place has been completely erased. How can it contain all things? Even if it is dust, it will never come back."
here. The only person who understands that magical realm is Ji Yan who once set foot in that realm. Even the man in white and the thirteen divine generals cannot compare with him.
After all, the former has not set foot. The latter is nothing more than a formation. How does it compare?
Only with extreme resentment can one know the horror of that realm.
There is not so much nothingness there.
It can be said that a painting is more appropriate.
A blank painting.
Suddenly, there was a thunder. This blank was broken.
There were bursts of sounds. This black snow disturbed the color of the sky, but it was silent but caused a thunderous drum sound.
The next moment, the extremely resentful figure widened his eyes and showed disbelief.
"How could it be like this... The heaven and earth can no longer contain all things, and that snow is just the flow of the rules of heaven and earth. How could it be like this..."
The sky turned into a building. It's the waves of clouds one after another. It was the spring scenery of Jinjiang River.
Spring flowers appeared on the other side of the cloud waves, and birds flew in the forest. The sky-high road turned into a boat and sailed upstream. As it passed by, the spring breeze blew on my face, and it was leisurely and reflected in the sky.
There was a crash. A spring light is infinite and spreads thousands of miles.
There is a sapling that sprouts and grows from nothingness, and instantly reaches the sky. It is said that the sky is difficult to touch, but this tree is easy to reach.
When a tree crosses the river, there are thousands of light cages. These are all figures.
Figures appeared on each branch. It is in this tree that everything is colorful. It exudes the eternal flow of life and death. He also sang and told their thoughts.
Someone stretched out his hand to describe the heaven and earth, recalling the journey upstream and tracing back to the past.
One stroke after another. It composes a heaven and earth, which is full of vitality.
What this tree carries is the past. It’s those silent thoughts.
The man in white slowly raised his head and walked step by step to the center of the tree. Accompanying these colorful colors.
There is only one finger in the sky and under the sky. There was only one voice.
"The heart that transforms into illusory dust is like immortality. Then what does this looking back, this moment of aging, this mesmerizing past, and this thinking mean nothing?"
"Looking back at this step, this life is hesitant. It is the trajectory that is the wonderful life full of unknowns. I don't know who you are. Why did you compose a wrong path and become a pair. But in Chu's eyes, such a wrong path, and How could it be top grade?"
Today, Wanshu Riverside was filled with anger. The eloquence is endless and rushes into the ears. Someone stretched out his hand, and the boat went against the current, emptying out.
