East China Sea.

Feng Qingyan stood silently.

Who would have thought in this world that the East China Sea has always been dead, Yun Mengze has always been dead, and they are dead from the moment they exist. The East China Sea they saw and the Yunmengze they saw were nothing more than dragon souls or the word "dream......

This truth was so shocking that it was difficult for him to come back to his senses for a while.

This is not an explanation.

The truth of this heaven and earth is even more terrifying than he imagined?

Moreover, through the truth of the East China Sea and Yunmengze, does it indicate that the whole world is like this? The people of the world just live in an illusion, and the earth in their lives is unreal? In fact, the earth under our feet has always been dead, and it is an existence similar to the underworld?

Beneath your feet is the place of eternal death?!

Feng Qingyan couldn't imagine it, and he didn't dare to imagine it......

At this moment, he stood there silently, not knowing where to go for a while, and seemed to be a little confused.

"Maybe the saint already knew, right?"

I don't know when, Feng Qingyan came back to his senses, looked up at Tianyu and whispered.

At this time, in his mind, the picture of the holy icon captured in the secret realm of Dongshan came to his mind, and it was said that it was the truth that the saints traced their roots on Dongshan......

And he had seen on the holy elephant that a holy ship of civilization broke through the layers of chaos and darkness, and seemed to finally come to the world where he was......

So.

The world he lives in may be in the mysterious chaos and darkness.

And the chaos and darkness are the existence of eternal dead silence, there is no life in sight, everything is dead, dead......

Maybe the whole world is dead, right?

Feng Qingyan's body trembled slightly uncontrollably, still unable to accept that his world was an eternal death. And they are just living in the illusion of death......

He stared at the sky for a long time, unable to come back to his senses.

Maybe I'm thinking too much.

Feng Qingyan thought so in his heart, so he quickly left the East China Sea and returned to Zhou Tianxia.

Therefore, he couldn't wait to use the magic power of "breaking through the void and seeing the subtleties" to observe the cities of Zhou Tianxia, the mountains of Zhou Tianxia, and the rivers of Zhou Tianxia.

Observe everything under the heavens of Zhou.

And he didn't see the place of death, the land where Zhou Tianxia was located did not die.

This made Feng Qingyan breathe a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, I thought too much.

However, he was still not at ease, so he moved several places to take a closer look, and found that there was no dead ground under his feet.

Whew-

Feng Qingyan completely relaxed.

He was scared out of a cold sweat before, for fear that the land where Zhou Tianxia was located was also the place of eternal death.

Soon after, he returned to the East China Sea again, and then went to Yunmengze.

Been studying the eternal dead.

In fact, he couldn't confirm whether these dead lands, which were very similar to the underworld, were the chaotic black soil found in the holy elephant.

After all, he had only seen it from the icon.

As the days passed, he didn't come up with anything substantial, so he had to give up.

"Canonized, is your blood really unable to resurrect Yun Mengze?"

Yun Zhongjun asked.

"The earth under this foot may be an eternal death, it is impossible to be resurrected, it involves too many secrets about the truth of the world. Feng Qingyan sighed and shook his head, "Qingyan can't do anything at the moment, please forgive Yun Zhongjun." ”

"Eternal Death?"

Yun Zhongjun frowned and was puzzled.

"The so-called eternal death, this is just my statement, because I feel the death under my feet, that is, eternity exists. Moreover, it will remain in a state of eternal death, so it is called eternal death. ”

Sealing Qingyan Road.

"Eternal death?

Yun Zhongjun was a little shocked.

"If one day it suddenly comes to life, it is not an eternal death. Feng Qingyan pondered for a moment and said, "Therefore, its state is established and cannot be changed, and it will definitely remain dead forever." ”

"How could it be such a horrible death?"

Yun Zhongjun was a little out of his mind.

"I don't know, maybe there is some truth to its existence. Feng Qingyan shook his head, he couldn't figure it out, but Eternal Death gave him such a feeling, "However, I will find a way to try to influence, hoping to change the certain state." ”

Yun Zhongjun smiled bitterly, and said, "Does this dead land exist at the same time as heaven and earth?"

"It should be. ”

Feng Qingyan thought for a while and nodded.

Yun Zhongjun didn't say much, and he was still a little skeptical about Feng Qingyan's words. After all, this is just Feng Qingyan's words, not necessarily right......

Feng Qingyan saw that he couldn't come up with anything, so he took his leave.

But.

But he came to the foot of Wushan and said, "Ah Heng." ”

"What is the matter of canonization?"

Ah Heng walked down from Wushan, looking a little surprised.

"Ah Heng has long known that Yun Mengze and the East China Sea are the land of eternal death? Ah Heng was born in the primeval world, so he should have a certain understanding of the land of eternal death. ”

Feng Qingyan said, wanting to learn some information about the eternal death land from Ah Heng's mouth.

"I don't know. ”

Ah Heng shook his head, which surprised Feng Qingyan.

"Ah Heng doesn't know?" Feng Qingyan was a little surprised, and said, "Then Ah Heng knows the Twelve Emperors of the Heavens, and can he know the Thirteenth Emperor?"

"I've never heard of it. ”

Ah Heng said.

Feng Qingyan frowned slightly, it stands to reason that whether it is the Twelfth Emperor of the Heavens or the Thirteenth Emperor, it should be a terrifying existence in the primeval era. Since Ah Heng was born in Taikoo and is still the emperor's sister, he should know......

Is that Ah Heng didn't want to say, or did Ah Heng not know?

Or did Ah Heng forget?

Feng Qingyan didn't say anything and left.

Ah Heng stared at the white-clothed figure in the distance, and silently returned to the sea of clouds in Wushan, but saw that Yun Fei was already waiting in the sea of clouds.

"Teacher, how much of what the canonization says is true?"

Yun Zhongjun asked.

"What does Yun Fei think?" asked Ah Heng.

"Three points are true, and the other seven points ......" Yun Zhongjun shook his head and said, "Whether it is the East China Sea or my Yun Mengze, how can it be the land of eternal death? If it is the land of eternal death, how can I Yun Fei be born? However, maybe I Yun Mengze and the East China Sea have a lot of secrets hidden ......"

Ah Heng still didn't say anything.

Feng Qingyan couldn't manage Yun Mengze and Donghai anymore, and he couldn't manage it if he wanted to.

At this time, he went to the Burial Mountain, and when he came to the Burial Mountain, he did not stop, and continued to sweep north, until he came to a stop in the Misty Ice Field.

He found that the ghost fog on the misty ice field seemed to have faded, and there was also a little less mysterious.

Without much thought, he walked into the dark space of the twisted black line again, and found that there was dead silence in the darkness, without the slightest strange sound, and he did not see the twisted black line.

He was stunned at the moment.

After looking around, I still didn't see any twisted black lines, and my heart became more and more uneasy, and even a little sad.

Could it be that the twisted black lines have all turned into soul ink and become a bridge of connection?

"Resurrection, resurrection, resurrection......"

"I Will Resurrect ......"

"Kill, kill, kill, kill ......"

"Kill, kill, kill, kill ......"

He thought about the first time he saw the twisted black line.

The twisted black line has an incomparably strong resurrection thought, as well as an incomparably strong killing intent, looking for a chance to resurrect as much as possible.

Eventually, I met him.

So there was a glimmer of resurrection.

But who would have thought that in the end, they would not be resurrected and completely disappeared from heaven and earth.

They were all once emperors of heaven and earth, but they died for some reason. However, Feng Qingyan vaguely guessed that they were killed in battle, but an incomparably heroic and tragic battle......

And they failed.

So they were unwilling and wanted to fight again......

They are constantly looking for opportunities to resurrect and fight again, but in the end they have to be reduced to soul ink and become part of the bridge of connection.

This trace of immortal soul eventually turned into an immortal bridge of connection.

Do they not know that when they turn into soul ink, they will completely disappear from heaven and earth? They know, but they still turn into soul ink to be able to draw a bridge of connection with the twelve emperors of the heavens......

Are they not reconciled?

Do they regret it?

They do have reluctance, but they don't regret it.

Unwilling just because, they can no longer fight, they can no longer kill the enemy. And using their immortal soul as a bridge to lead the twelve emperors of the heavens back, don't they regret it?

They don't regret it.

Never regret it.

Because the Twelve Emperors of the Heavens are stronger and stronger than them......

They were willing to exchange their last wisp of immortal soul for the return of the Twelve Emperors Against the Heavens.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan stood silently in the twisted space, trying to find a twisted black line, but failed.

In the vast distorted space, there was not a single twisted black line.

And at the end of the earth, on that mysterious rough black line, countless tombstones were weathered and turned into dust and fell.

"The sky is vast, the wilderness is vast, and under the earth, people have ...... to die"

Feng Qingyan muttered and came out of the distorted black line space.

He stood on the misty ice field with a sad expression.

And, as he emerged from the warped space, the ghostly fog on the ice field dissipated.

Soon it was completely gone.

Only the gray ice fields are left as far as the eye can see......

The misty ice fields that have existed since ancient times have completely withdrawn from heaven and earth and from history at this moment.

Perhaps, thousands of years later, the world no longer knows that the Misty Ice Sheet once existed, let alone the Heaven and Earth Emperor who has changed into a distorted black line......

Feng Qingyan looked at the dissipated ghost fog and wanted to reach out to grab it, but he couldn't.

I can only watch it dissipate.

From then on, who still knew that there used to be Heaven and Earth Emperors under the Misty Ice Field? Who knew that these immortal Heaven and Earth Emperors were willing to turn into a bridge in order to lead the return of the Twelve Emperors Against the Heavens?

I don't know why.

He suddenly thought about the emperor......

At this moment he bowed to the gray ice field.

This worship, the spring breeze proudly meets the bosom friend, and the peach blossoms also smile on the altar.

He smiled and left the icefield, though the world didn't know they existed, but he knew. They live forever in his heart, and as long as he does not die, they will always exist, never disappear, never "die......

And they don't need the world to know.

I don't know when.

In Feng Qingyan's mind, a gray arch bridge appeared, which was the bridge that had disappeared in the secret realm of Dongshan.

It hasn't gone away, much less collapsed.

It has always been in Feng Qingyan's mind, and in Feng Qingyan's soul, it is like an imprint.

As long as Feng Qingyan does not die, it can exist forever.

As long as Feng Qingyan does not die, it can reflect the heavens.

As long as Feng Qingyan does not die, it can attract the souls of the dead.

If you can see the soul of Feng Qingyan, then you can see that there is an arch bridge-like mark on the soul.

That's the bridge of connection.

As soon as he thought of it, the bridge of guidance reflected the heavens and led all souls to return......

A moment later.

Feng Qingyan came to the Wanli Long Pavilion, but he did not go to the first city, although the Wanli Long Pavilion no longer needs to be guarded, but there are still many literati in the first city.

They're still on guard.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan looked at the "hell" that seemed to be stuck at the entrance of the ghost land of Huangquan, and thought about the "hell" painted by the little lady of Hou Xihe.

He was going to take away the "hell" of the young lady?

After all, it's not a matter if you've been stuck at the entrance of the Huangquan Ghost Land.

However, for the time being, he did not make a move, but came to the Netherworld to see how the Netherworld managed by the Palace Furnace (Grand Commander) was doing. There is also a palace furnace that he once ordered to lead 400,000 Yin soldiers to build the capital, but I don't know what it looks like now.

A moment later.

He came to the mountain and saw a majestic black city, towering over the mountain......

However, Fengdu City has not yet been completely completed, and there are still many Yin soldiers busy at the moment. And around the netherworld, the palace furnace also built a lot of cities......

Moreover, most of the souls in the underworld have regained their consciousness and awakened their consciousness.

Many of the revenants have become Yin soldiers.

Feng Qingyan secretly checked and found no problems, so he left.

At this moment, he returned to the Huangquan Ghost Land, staring at the "hell" above his head, thinking about how to collect the "hell".

But he still has a problem to face.

The world behind the ghost gate.

What does he need to do to be able to restore the world behind the ghost gate, that is, the world that the white-clothed gentleman walked into.

The white-clothed monarch was the one he slashed out, but now he has disappeared.

He couldn't feel the existence of the clone, and he didn't know whether the white-clothed monarch was dead or alive, and what he saw and heard in that world......

After a while.

Feng Qingyan shook his head, as if he was quite dissatisfied with his indecision.

Now that the "hell" is already in front of him, if he doesn't accept it now, when will he have to wait until he thinks about it for two or three years? Do you need to think about how many years will it take to decide something that can be decided in one breath? Therefore, he immediately appeared at the ghost gate behind him and took the "hell" away.

After the ghost gate emerged, black law chains were born and quickly merged into the "hell".

After about a few days, the ghost gate finally merged with "Hell".

"Accepted. ”

Feng Qingyan had a thought.

The "hell" that had been stuck in the ghost land of Huangquan for a long time began to shake slightly.

And then it disappeared.

This, naturally, attracted the attention of Wanli Changting and Netherworld, but before they arrived, Feng Qingyan quickly left.

Soon after.

He returned to the Misty Ice Field.

At this moment, he surfaced the ghost gate, let the five taboos push the ghost door open, and walked in with some curiosity to see how the ghost domain with two layers of hell was different.

The first thing he felt when he walked into the ghost domain was that the ghost domain was stronger.

He walked through the gallery to the end of the gallery, and saw two huge black shadows at the end, like two millstones slowly turning up and down, exuding a mysterious and terrifying atmosphere.

It's a pity that he still can't enter "hell" and can't peek into the true face of "hell".

He is still looking forward to "hell".

Soon after, he came out of the ghost realm, took a look at the gray ice field, and headed for the burial mountain.

Ever since the bridge of the connection reflected the sky, and he stood on the bridge to look at the scenery, countless people in the world were looking for him, but no one knew where he was.

Countless people want to ask, what kind of bridge is the bridge of connection?

Why is he standing on the bridge?

Now.

He finally returned to the Burial Mountain.

At this time, it is still spring, and it is the time when the flowers are in full bloom.

The burial hill is still deep, but lush, with countless gorgeous flowers blooming.

He came to the funeral palace quietly, stood in front of the palace gate, looked at the taboos "Qingjia" and "Xiangliu", and didn't say anything.

He walked into the funeral palace.

The bronze coffin is transformed into a black pottery flower pot, and the flowers in the pot still point to the west.

The two taboos are still in the West.

After a while, he came out of the burial palace and returned to the academy to meet his teacher.

"Qingyan, what kind of bridge is the bridge that connects you?"

An Xiu couldn't help but ask, and he was also asking for countless people in the world.

"It is a bridge of guidance, a bridge of souls that can lead to the heavens, and a bridge of souls. Feng Qingyan said, "Does the teacher still want to ask, what is the origin of this bridge of connection, and why is the disciple standing on the bridge?"

An Xiu hesitated for a moment and then nodded, "If there is any inconvenience, don't say it." ”

"There is nothing inconvenient about this, the bridge of connection was painted by the disciple himself. ”

Feng Qingyan said lightly, but in An Xiu's ears, it was undoubtedly the Nine Heavens Thunder, which shocked him, "Maybe the teacher already knows that Yun Mengze is dead, Donghai is dead, and the bridge of connection can be born, which does have a lot to do with them." It can also be said that it is because of their death that the bridge of connection was achieved......"

An Xiu didn't speak for a long time, and then said, "You must draw a bridge of connection?"

Feng Qingyan was silent for a moment and nodded.

"The bridge of connection, can it really lead the souls of the heavens?" An Xiu was still a little curious, after all, there were not many people in the world who knew that the heavens really existed.

Although many people say that the heavens are all the heavens, not everyone really takes the heavens seriously.

It's just talk.

"Yes. "Feng Qingyan said," Standing at the top of the Bridge of Connection, you can roughly look at the outline of the heavens. ”

"What are the heavens like?"

An Xiu asked curiously, he also longed for the heavens in his heart, and if he could, he would definitely travel to the heavens.

"It's a mess, that's what I'm seeing, I can't see it clearly. Perhaps the heavens that the disciples see may only be appearances. ”

Feng Qingyan thought for a while.

Some of them he said about the bridge of connection, and some of them didn't.

He didn't say anything about eternal death, because if he did, the teacher didn't know and wouldn't understand......

When he left.

An Xiu and Donglou Hao were relatively speechless.

They didn't expect that such a terrifying bridge of connection not only burst out with the power of reincarnation, but also filled with the power of time and space, and contained the power of dreams, which was actually drawn by Feng Qingyan.

Moreover, it turned out to be drawn.

The most important thing is that it can also lead the souls of the heavens, even if it is a saint, can it be done?

When the sect leader received An Xiu's letter, he was also speechless and powerless for a while.

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