After the desolation was shattered, most of the emperors chose to open up their own realm and become the master of a realm.

But there are also some emperors who choose to cooperate......

With the fourth desolate fragment as the cornerstone, the Kyushu Continent was established, making it a world where a hundred flowers bloom and thousands of families contend.

In fact, it is not difficult to see that the Book Saints just want to open up a prosperous era, so that more Tianjiao can be born, and form a paradise outside the Three Realms.

It's a pity......

In this universe, without the luck and energy of the Heavenly Dao, it is simply not possible.

First, the number of people who can be suitable for cultivation has been greatly reduced, and many energies have been absorbed by the existence at the top, and the people at the bottom will not even live for a hundred years.

Second, in order to maintain the operation of this world, the emperor occasionally has to inject energy, otherwise the Kyushu realm will be like the flood 40 million years ago, shattered and devastated.

Third, therefore, the emperor of the Kyushu realm planned the serial killing game 39 million years ago to make the emperor fall.

The human emperor back then was very powerful, just like Gu Changtian now, he could kill the emperor with one hand, and he was invincible in the world.

But after all, one person's power is limited.

Under a series of killings, the existence of a human emperor can only be hated.

Since the end of eternity, every calamity has been like the destruction of the world, constantly crushing the existence standing at the top of the pyramid.

In order to survive, these emperors can only keep planning to survive.

......

When Gu Changtian entered Wenzhou, he seemed to be able to smell the fragrance of books.

As soon as the divine consciousness is dispersed, you can perceive that there are many gentlemen and students wearing Confucian cedars on this continent.

Everyone is communicating with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

The literary examination is the most important turning point in life in this world.

"A world governed by culture...... Interesting. ”

Gu Changtian scattered his "special effects" and looked at himself in the lake, he was still so handsome and chic, and a green shirt couldn't hide his temperament like the sun, moon and stars, floating out of the dust, like a fairy.

"It would be nice if I lived in a world like this. ”

Gu Changtian sighed in his heart, he himself is a big man in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

If it is in this world, it is estimated that it can be licked to the sky by a group of female scholars in white clothes.

It's not like in the world, you have to pretend to be a peerless master......

Gu Changtian sighed lightly, but this was just a dream.

"I think about it day and dream about it night...... It's I miss peaches. ”

Gu Changtian's mentality is very good, knowing that it is a dream now, and after waking up, nothing exists anymore.

Painting in the Holy Courtyard.

The Phantom Saint didn't dare to run blindly, so he could only watch Gu Changtian wander through the streets and alleys.

It was as if he was looking at his surroundings...... Is he ready to attack Wenzhou?"

The Phantom Saint said to himself, his eyes full of fear.

Quite possibly!

Gu Changtian came here, it was not tourism at all, it was largely for the layout of Wenzhou, and then from Wenzhou to the entire Kyushu border, and finally caused the Kyushu border to be broken!

"Nonsense!"

Shusheng said angrily: "He just walked on the street and looked, and had no other ideas." ”

Shusheng is actually the most clear in his heart, Gu Changtian is also a Confucian and Taoist master with literary talents, and his poetry and poetry are almost at the peak.

Even the sage of the book was full of praise after reading those poems.

Not to mention......

As early as more than ten years ago, Gu Changtian used poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting to preach and solve doubts.

Such a person, even if he really wants to lay out, it is definitely not starting from Wenzhou.

"He seems to like it. ”

The painting saint has been observing Gu Changtian all the time, and when he saw Gu Changtian smiling, he played word puzzles with everyone on the street, attracting everyone to cheer together.

The Phantom Saint is a pinch of sweat, these people don't know, standing beside them, but the existence of the Ancestor of the Underworld and the Sword Slaughter Emperor has just been killed.

"In his heart, there is actually a prosperous ......"

The sage's eyes flickered, and he said softly, "Perhaps, we can invite him to sit here." ”

"You don't want to die?" "The Phantom Saint was like a frightened rabbit, startled.

Shusheng didn't speak, but kept staring at Gu Changtian.

Street.

"Sir, you'd better move somewhere else. ”

The stall owner who opened the word puzzle smiled bitterly and persuaded Gu Changtian.

This man has already won a lot of money with him, and if he continues like this, he may have to lose all his money.

Gu Changtian looked at the broken silver in his hand, smiled, returned them to the stall owner, and said, "It's useless for me to ask for these." ”

Since it was in a dream, why didn't he pretend to be generous.

"Thank you, sir. ”

The stall owner looked happy and thanked him again and again.

Gu Changtian continued to walk, and soon, he felt that someone had been staring at him.

The figure flashed, and Gu Changtian suddenly appeared in the painting courtyard.

The Phantom Saint held his breath, did not dare to look at Gu Changtian, and sat in the corner without saying a word.

Gu Changtian's gaze swept over the four people, and he also felt some literati style from their bodies, and said with a smile: "How many people have been observing me all along?"

Several people hurriedly got up, and the book saint said: "If you are presumptuous, I still hope that Your Excellency Haihan, we just want to invite Your Excellency to sit here." ”

Gu Changtian continued to stare at a few people, and after he didn't feel any hostility from them, Gu Changtian returned the salute and smiled: "It's okay." ”

As Gu Changtian sat down, the four of them all breathed a sigh of relief.

They also have some understanding of Gu Changtian, as long as they don't make an obvious enemy with this person, then Gu Changtian will still negotiate with you kindly.

After a few polite conversations, the Shusheng cut to the chase and asked, "Do you think that after the Three Realms are broken, how should the heavens and all the worlds operate?"

The Three Realms are broken?

Heavens and worlds?

Gu Changtian frowned slightly.

The Phantom Saint held his breath again, his soul was trembling, the words of the Book Saint should not have made Gu Changtian unhappy, right?

However, Gu Changtian was not unhappy.

He seemed to remember that some time ago, Xie Xiyu asked him about the tribulation, and he also gave Xie Xiyu an answer to his understanding and cognition of the tribulation.

Why is this gray-haired old man in front of him now asking about the shattering of the Three Realms, as well as the matter of the heavens and all the worlds?

"I don't know. ”

Gu Changtian shook his head and said: "If Your Excellency asks about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, then I still know a little bit about it." The Three Realms are shattered, and how the Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms operate, such a thing is not my turn to care. ”

As soon as these words came out, the four Shusheng all knew that Gu Changtian was pretending.

You don't know?

Can you not know?

If you don't know, then why are you planning the Three Realms and the Heavens?!

But Shusheng also knew very well in his heart that when Gu Changtian said this, he was also avoiding some things, including the detection of heavenly machines.

After all, Gu Changtian, who has come to the Kyushu border now, is just a future body.

Gu Changtian's current body is still in the world.

As for the past body......

The Shusheng didn't know where it was, but what he could conclude was that Gu Changtian's past body was absolutely impossible to be in the human world.

Most likely, it's in the fairy world!

"Your Excellency doesn't want to say it, and we won't force it. ”

Shusheng smiled: "I just hope that Your Excellency can understand that the shattering of the Three Realms has become a certainty, and the era of the Heavens and Ten Thousand Worlds is coming."

With the advent of the heavens and all worlds, after continuing to operate, the shattered desolation may be able to reunite again and restore the eternal glory of the past. ”

He believed that this was definitely Gu Changtian's goal.

No one wants war to break out all the time, and everyone wants to rest and live a peaceful life.

Gu Changtian's face was foggy, what was this person talking about?

"I'm just a casual person, and I don't know much about these things. Gu Changtian replied with a smile.

For Gu Changtian not talking about these things again and again, Shusheng was also a little disappointed in his heart.

He wanted to learn some things from Gu Changtian, but he didn't expect that Gu Changtian didn't give him a chance at all, he didn't talk about these things directly, and he didn't give any room for clichés.

The next thing to talk about is some poetry and verses.

The Shusheng didn't lead the topic to the Three Realms anymore.

"I wonder if you could please make a picture?"

The painting saint got up, bowed his hands, and looked at Gu Changtian cautiously, feeling a little apprehensive in his heart.

The last time he painted, he was shattered by the Chaos First Tribulation depicted by Gu Changtian.

This time, the painter hopes to learn some skills that he has never mastered from observing Gu Changtian's paintings.

"Yes. ”

Gu Changtian smiled and nodded, talking with the three of the Book Saint, the Ink Saint, and the Painting Saint, he also had a new insight into Wendao.

As for the Phantom Saint......

Ever since he came in, this man has been silent and hiding in the corner.

The painting saint personally went to spread rice paper for Gu Changtian.

Mo Sheng is grinding on the side.

The book saint took out his own treasure of chaos merit, the Confucian pen.

Gu Changtian looked at everything around him, there were mountains and rivers, as well as bustling cities, and the literati talked to each other politely, like a prosperous age.

Then, Gu Changtian picked up the Confucian pen, and rose to the sky with a heroic and righteous spirit, and his eyes were as deep as the starry sky.

The Saint of Calligraphy, the Saint of Ink, and the Saint of Painting all glanced at each other, and the eyes of the three of them were full of shock.

They felt a vigorous wave of life, which was enveloping the entire Wenzhou!

Above the sky, a round of small suns appeared, which made people full of hope and longing for prosperity.

The Phantom Saint, who was hiding in the corner and trembling, couldn't help but stand up at this moment, looking at Gu Changtian, who was like the Emperor of the Ancient Empire, in addition to admiration, there was also a touch of yearning in his heart.

"He put pen to paper......"

Mo Sheng didn't make a sound, but transmitted a voice to communicate with Shusheng and the others, so as not to disturb Gu Changtian's creation with his own voice.

"In fact, he also hopes that prosperity will come......"

With his hands behind his back, the book saint looked up at the little sun on the sky.

It represents people's desire for prosperity and peace.

"Most people in this world want peace, not years of war. The voice of the painter was relatively low.

The book saint nodded slightly.

That being said, there are some things he still has to do.

Gu Changtian's body was flowing with Dao rhyme, and the traces of the avenue kept leaving on the rice paper, which did not disperse for a long time.

The vigorous fluctuations of life flow between heaven and earth, exuding immortal divine might, as if an emperor is about to be reborn.

Wen Sheng was also awakened by him. "The light in the eyes of the painting saint sparkled.

The reason why they are in Wenzhou is because they chased the footsteps of Wensheng back then, so they stayed here.

However......

Wen Sheng has fallen into a deep sleep since the ancient war of all races, and has never woken up.

Now, because of Gu Changtian's paintings, he exudes such a vast talent and life fluctuations.

Shusheng couldn't help but show a sincere smile on his face.

Wen Sheng can be regarded as his guide.

Now that Wen Sheng can wake up because of this, it is also a happy thing for the book saint.

At this time, the style of painting has changed suddenly!

The little sun on the sky dome was swallowed by a black hole, and the starry sky became no longer calm, the war burned the plains, and life began to gradually wither......

Shusheng's complexion changed greatly, looking at the visions in the sky, this kind of realism was as if he was in the war of all races.

The weak eat the strong, and the Holy Spirit of all ethnic groups staged a tragic and heroic picture in the blood, killing, and plotting.

"What's going on, what the hell is going on......"

The heart of the painter was trembling, and his face was pale.

He had just seen the misery of the first tribulation of chaos, but now he had to see the tragedy of the Great War of Ten Thousand Races?

It was a crazy and gloomy time.

In addition to the sad songs, a series of funeral songs also sounded in that era.

The creatures of all races are almost crazy to complete their self-redemption, and the long-cherished wish of the race, and fight bloodily for the faith in their hearts.

Ultimately......

But the yellow leaves are still floating in the sky, and the snow wind is like a cold knife.

The Tianjiao Venerable, who fell in the flames of war, was finally wiped out.

Some people leave their names, while others can only be brilliant for a moment.

The tears of the book saint and the ink saint flowed for a long time, and in the ancient years, it was an era that everyone did not want to mention.

Too many relatives and friends died in that war.

Because of this great war, many emperors began to turn against each other, and the endless killing will start from here.

"If I could, I would like time to erase the primeval history. ”

Mo Sheng looked up at the sky forty-five degrees and sighed: "Too many heavenly arrogance has withered, too many emperors have fallen in the primeval world, that is the sorrow of the heavens, and it is also the sorrow of all races."

If it weren't for the earth-shattering battles......

In the primeval period, there may be someone who preached the Immortal Emperor and led us back to the top. ”

The Shusheng sighed lightly: "This road has always been cruel and bloody...... I think that even if there is no big war, there will be people who will eventually embark on this road of war because of the struggle for hegemony. ”

After the first tribulation of chaos, the distribution of resources is not equitable.

In the absence of fairness, it is natural that there will be people who will rebel.

There is a revolt......

There is a war of blood and tears.

Shusheng wiped away his tears and looked at Gu Changtian, who had been painting.

Gu Changtian didn't pay attention to the emotional changes of several people, just reminded him and said, "Add another piece of rice paper." ”

He's painting a long picture!

"Yes!"

The painting saint nodded, although he had seen a tragic and tragic scene, and had also experienced the collapse of the Dao heart, but for him, this was an experience on the path of cultivation.

Gu Changtian's senior......

It's sharpening his Dao heart!