The ice and snow are frozen solid, and most of the mountain is completely desolate. This ice does not cover most of the vast sky, but freezes the light source and protects all the ghosts and ghosts in the rules of the Lord of the Netherworld.
"His Majesty......."
In an ice city, there is a Frozen Throne, and in this throne sits a beautiful and lonely woman.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
It was windy and snowy, and it was indescribably cold. In this wind and snow, there are other sounds mixed in.
The sound was very sad, like crying, constantly sounding from deep inside. This source also comes from the cold depths. From a bloated moth.
The whole body of this moth is yellow. From the naked eye, you can see that the whole body of this moth is as clear as jade, and you can even see the organs inside. However, the head of this moth is truly terrifying. He has a face that could scare mortals to death. Like a monster from hell.
The moth kept making a whining sound until a slender hand pressed on the top of its head, and the crying stopped immediately.
This frozen land became silent again, with only the wind and snow making no sound.
The deserted woman on the throne was stroking the yellow moth on her shoulder with one hand and stroking the pillow with the other. She did not answer the soft call of another figure in the wind and snow.
Her eyes penetrated the windy and snowy screen, looking into the distance.
Looking at it, she seemed to see that in the vast starry sky, the light of the stars intertwined in the sky touched a kind and beautiful heart.
The beauty of this galaxy can often arouse people's good wishes. It leaves room for imagination and different wishes. Most of these wishes are good. It is a return to nature, a return to the original source, a mind that was born without any distracting thoughts.
However, when people live in this world, they are born with no control over their own lives. In the ordinary noise of this world and in this dye vat, every step is filled with color. Therefore, the mind without any distracting thoughts only exists in dreams and imagination.
In this world, in this world of mortals, is there still a pure and colorless soul?
The deserted woman sighed and said to herself: "Someone once told me that life is like a bowl of water. At the beginning, the water in this bowl does not contain a trace of impurities. When he falls to the ground and learns to walk, this bowl of water Then he fell to the ground. The water will flow in different directions. This direction may be a clear canal or a swamp, it all depends on where the bowl of water is close to. This is the theorem that people are rich or poor when they are born. "
"It's just that no matter which direction the water flows, it is destined by God. Whether you are rich or poor, it has been destined from the beginning. The equality of people is probably only the moment of birth. The clarity of the human heart is also at that moment .”
"What your Majesty said...I don't agree with it."
Suddenly, another voice came to the cold woman's ears.
This woman is the Lord of the Netherworld, possessing an ability that is enough to subvert the entire Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. Faced with such a person, who in this world dares to raise doubts about him? This is undoubtedly a bold act and is seeking death!
"Oh, what do you think?" Qingli woman raised her eyebrows and just asked softly without getting angry.
The only ones who can appear by her side and serve at her side are the ten permanent generals. This confrontation with Yi Cang Mang does not mean that all the generals and servants of Shi Chang will show up.
In the wind and snow, it can be vaguely seen that this is a tall woman. This woman once had a relationship with Chu Cheng. Although her strength is not as good as that of the three Sky Realm attendants, she is still very close. And because she is a woman, she is the closest to the Lord of the Netherworld.
"Man is the leader of all spirits, how can he be like that basin of water? How can this life be destined by nature? How can he blame himself, leave his imagination empty, and not pursue the thoughts in his heart and the dreams in his dreams? How can he be willing to do so? A lifetime of obscurity? If so, there wouldn't be so many practitioners in the world. Doesn't the so-called practice mean changing one's destiny against the will of heaven? Being in the dye vat of this world is nothing more than a kind of self-cultivation. Return to nature. However, in this human world, even if you pursue the highest state of returning to nature, you cannot reach the beginning."
"So that's what you think." The beautiful woman shook her head and smiled, looking forward again. There was billowing red mist in her eyes. It was extremely turbid, but vaguely, you could see the red mist. Deep in the depths, there was a thin figure.
"well......."
After a long time, the Qingli woman shook her head and sighed: "The so-called changing one's fate against the will of heaven is just a consolation given to oneself by the world. This fate cannot be changed even if it is experienced countless times. In this world, indeed no one can reach the original time. But with all the mysteries of heaven and earth, there will always be some variables, just like the Supreme Spirit, which is what monks like us seek but cannot pursue. But it is this variable. This is a given that makes it impossible for a real Supreme Spirit to appear in this world. It’s a shame…it’s a shame…but it’s meant to be.”
"Boom!"
Suddenly, in an extremely distant distance, there was a huge roar.
There was an ancient tower that turned the void and left the battlefield amidst people's confusion and shouts.
This is Cangzu leaving this place regardless of the daytime loss.
"Cangzu!"
The monks in the city were shocked. They never thought that Cang Ancestor, who had resisted three powerful masters of the sky realm with his own strength, would abandon them and leave!
There was no warning, no notice, and no time to react. When there is no powerful Sky Realm guarding this vast land, the defense line is breached only in an instant.
"Mala next door! Even Cang Daozi ran away. Mr. Jian, do you think it's time for us to run away too?"
"Not urgent........"
At this moment, in a cave in the city, there was a sword buried on a broken silver tripod.
This is a big sword, which is completely black and somewhat dilapidated. The strange thing is that it also has two hands and two legs. At this moment, this sword is pressing the silver tripod with one hand, and it reveals its terrifying fangs and is fiercely attacking the silver tripod. He bit it hard, and the sound of crunching was heard continuously as the fangs chewed, and the bits were scattered all over the floor.
"It's not too late to leave after grandpa has finished chewing. After leaving this place, it will be difficult to find the great master of the realm of destruction."
Lying in this cave was a middle-aged man with gray hair. He was unconscious at the moment. He had no idea that his life weapon was bitten to pieces by a broken sword.
No one would have thought that this unconscious middle-aged man was a great master of the realm of destruction whose cultivation reached the heavens! Beside him stood an old man in gray clothes.
These are none other than Taoist Wuya and Master Jian.
After Chu Cheng broke up with them in anger, one person and one sword joined the Cangmang Dao Alliance through the guidance of Elder Liu of the Cangmang Dao Alliance, and sat at the head of the group as the great master of the realm of destruction.
As for why he has turned into such a bad old man now, it is all because he thinks that his granddaughter is already so old, and she ran away with other brats, so there is no need for her to attract bees and butterflies. If you ask Mo Xiaoba to call him uncle, this girl will probably strip him of all his hair.
At this moment, he glanced at the unconscious middle-aged man on the ground, and then looked outside the cave, over and over again, very anxiously.
