As the voice fell, the first ray of light that broke through the night became brighter for a while.
But, that's not Haoyue. But without the light of the bright moon, it looks very dazzling.
There is a certain amount of night, naturally in the moon. The road at night is also under the bright moon.
In this long dark night, people can't see their fingers and blind their sight. The road illuminated by the moonlight is a passable road.
Not far away, footsteps sounded again, stepping on fallen leaves. It's just very heavy, as if there is an extremely heavy mountain suppressing it. Walking extremely slowly.
But there is no bright moon here. In the light, the sun has risen. At the end of the day in the west, there is still some night. The green trees in all directions are reflected, adding a sense of tranquility.
A man in white clothes walked slowly, his footsteps heavy.
That person seemed unwilling to come here, but he had to come. No one knows how he feels now.
That's a man.
There are few people like that man in the world. Even the moon, the stars, and the red sky cannot suppress his handsome appearance. There is an endless softness of emotion in his body, just like the continuous drizzle in the spring of March. , Run your heart silently. It's like a sudden snowstorm in the middle of spring in March, covering up the continuous longing day and night.
She was silent and thoughtful, even though the years she had spent with the man in white were unclear. The man in black robe still couldn't fathom his heart.
Under that light, the man in white finally approached. There are only three steps left.
The two looked at each other without saying a word.
The two of them have been friends for many years, but now they are strangers.
"In the bright moon..." After a long time, the man in black robe took a deep breath and sneered. At this moment, the sky seemed to be getting colder, with layers of thin ice covering the air.
"Yes, in the bright moon." The man in white spoke again.
"Haha, what a bright moon." The coldness in the black-robed man's tone was even more obvious.
The man in white didn't say anything, just shook his head, stretched out his hand and waved gently in all directions. It is the young willows that rise from the ground, and the new flowers that bloom. On the slightly blooming leaves, drops of dew dropped gently, which were crystal clear, making them look more vigorous and fresh.
Under the flower color of that plant, the leaves are dripping green. It's like a cloud has dragged up a red sun, and the sun is high and the clouds are gathering. This is just a willow, a flower, or maybe a pine. It seems to contain all the spring scenery in the world and collect all the beautiful scenery in the world.
Facing this lush scene, the man in black robe sneered again and asked: "How far is the road, closer to the new color?"
This sound fell on the ears of the man in white, and his eyes suddenly darkened.
The young willows withered and the red flowers fell. Autumn colors return, and loneliness returns.
There seemed to be a rustling sound in his heart, as if there were countless insects swarming in his heart, and anxiety rose in his heart.
Repeatedly and endlessly.
Regarding the words of the man in black robes, the man in white robes was in a daze and could not hear clearly, and there seemed to be countless thunders exploding in his mind.
His expression was gloomy and full of sadness.
"It's not that the road is far, it's that it's closer to new colors."
The man in white used his eyes to hide the sadness in his heart. He spoke again: "I waited under the bright moon to stand so high and see so far."
"Then why do you want to leave this bright moon?"
"Under the bright moon, even though we can see all the beautiful scenery in this world, we are still the shadows under the moon. We cannot emerge from the same light."
"I don't want to be this shadow all my life. I want to be... the sun that can compete with the bright moon." The man in white spoke loudly.
"The Immortal Master once said to the two of us that this world is too wonderful, and countless colors have been born. I don't want to be the dark color that sets off the beauty of the world. I want to be the brightest one in the world."
"Then you know that Mingyue and Lieyang will always be strangers, and they will never be able to meet and reconcile. Do you really want this?"
The man in white was silent and finally sighed.
"You can come with me, Wang Wuxin has agreed to follow me."
The fingers hidden in the palm of the black-robed man's hand had been pinched into the flesh, and blood was flowing everywhere.
"Wang Wuxin is ultimately unintentional. I am not surprised that he followed you. However, although people in the world call me the Demon Lord, I am also a demon who values benevolence. How can I be in league with you and abandon my benefactor?"
"Even if the heavens fight and that one is defeated, I will follow him to the death. Live and die together!"
Two people who have known each other for countless years now stand on opposite sides. During the conversation, the murderous intention in the Demon Lord's heart became stronger and stronger.
"All the thirty-six taboos in the world have been released, and our way forward has been cut off. Only by following the emperor can we have hope. He has agreed to help me become the thirty-seven taboo in the world."
The man in black robe just stood there, unmoved. Until the person opposite finally knew that he would not agree to leave.
Donghua sighed and turned to leave.
"I have been ordered by the emperor to come here to find you and take your head. I know you will come here. You just fought against the taboo and were seriously injured. I will wait for you to recover outside, and you and I will decide the winner. "
"No, before you leave, I still have to fight you. Because I know that if I don't defeat you today, it will never be possible again in the future."
"You have been severely injured, so how can you be my opponent." Donghua shook his head, unwilling to fight.
The words fell into the deep night and darkness. There was only the rustle of the wind blowing through the dry willows, and the chilling sound coming from the sword energy.
He and Donghua seem to be inextricably linked, former rivals, former friends, both enemies and friends. This knot that could not be untied for thousands of years finally returned to the beginning.
If back then, Donghua had not secretly sent the Five-Star Sect's saint to the Ziquan, and he would not have been pursued by the Five-Star Sect. What will be the ending?
Is it a matter of victory or defeat, or life and death?
The two of them seemed to have returned to their youth. There was only competition between them.
….
In the dark night, a bright star began to gradually dim. The sound of coughing seemed very quiet in this silent world.
The rain is blowing and the wind is blowing, and wisps of fallen willows are flying. All that is left are yellow and withered petals.
Today's battle still left no trace of who was responsible, but it left the Demon Lord with a wound that could not be healed, deep in his heart.
"The song never stops, and the song feels like home. The song feels like home, and I think you will remember me for the rest of your life..."
In the dim light, a desolate and hesitant figure was revealed.
"He said that the most painful thing in life is to part ways with a like-minded best friend. In the end, you have to turn against each other and fight. This is aggravating the pain..."
"Why am I not?" Donghua stumbled and smiled bitterly all the way.
"Do you regret it?"
Suddenly, a voice sounded in the darkness.
Donghua was not surprised by this sudden sound. It was as if he had known for a long time that someone was secretly waiting for his arrival.
"Do you regret it?" Donghua turned around and looked at the darkness, shook his head and said: "If you say regret it, from now on, Qu Bugui and I will stand on two sides, and we will become enemies from the beginning. We have been friends for billions of years. The friendship is broken, do you regret it?"
There was no sound in the darkness. After a long time, there was only a sigh.
"Do you think we can meet again in the future? Can we go back to the beginning?" Immortal King Donghua asked the figure in the darkness.
There were footsteps, and the man in the darkness had turned and left. It wasn't until a dozen breaths later that a voice came from far away.
"Meet. Maybe."
There was a sound of wind blowing through the woods and breaking through the darkness. Three rays of light struck in an instant and floated in front of Immortal King Donghua.
"Here are three keys."
The sound swirled, leaving Immortal King Donghua quietly looking at the three keys in front of him, lost in thought for a long time.
He quickly understood something and bowed deeply to the darkness ahead.
….
Years passed, and in the blink of an eye it was another hundred thousand years. In this taboo era, the real prosperous age had begun. In this era, the fierce battles between the heavens did not occur in the past.
After a hundred thousand years, the two worlds have completely merged together. Each taboo opens up a forbidden area and does not interfere with each other. They just create a church and compete for resources.
To them, this is just a show. A game of human contention.
But one day, this tranquility was broken by a person.
That was a woman in white who was extremely beautiful, but she was alone, breaking all the taboos, and bowed down and bowed down to be her vassal.
The whole world is shocked! Who are they, who dare not call themselves emperors and honor the people who have suppressed all the taboos?
"Three thousand years later, I will take the souls of you all."
The woman in white did not accept the taboo submission. Instead, they were only left with three thousand years.
The taboos were trembling with fear. In this era, they were already at the top of the world. Why would such a fierce person appear?
The woman in white left her name behind, the former master of the Immortal Court.
Immortal Lord!
All the heavens and worlds were in an uproar, in disbelief. It is rumored that the Immortal Lord was suppressed by the emperor deep in the imperial palace. Why does he appear again now? Many people began to doubt this rumor.
The thirty-two taboos finally discussed in secret, and three thousand years later, they joined forces to suppress the Immortal Lord.
Although the Immortal Lord is powerful and terrifying, how can he defeat the thirty-two forbidden gods joining forces?
Three thousand years have arrived as scheduled. On this day, it rained heavily in the two great realms of Immortality and Canghai, as well as in the galaxy. Thunder and lightning were everywhere, striking the stars that had collapsed in the battle.
There were roars, and figures were pushed away by a hand. This was a shocking battle that could be recorded in history.
Thirty-two Taboos joined forces to suppress the Immortal Master. However, the Immortal Master was too terrifying. With one hand on his back, the Taboos suppressed were severely injured one after another.
"How dare you fight me even if you have no destiny? Even if you have no destiny, I can still suppress it with one hand."
A bright moon is vast, hanging in the vast sky. A woman in white looked coldly at the taboos who were surrounded on all sides, their breaths constantly weakening, and spoke contemptuously.
"Today, I will give you a court hearing to see if you can use this to achieve perfection!"
As she finished speaking, the woman in white closed her eyes, and a mysterious aura kept coming out of her body. In an instant, a silver light spread across the sky.
