Chapter 42: The night is not chilling, and the heart is dark and not disturbing

At this moment, the whole city of disobedience is completely chaotic. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Countless people roared in the middle of the war, looking up to the sky and howling. Countless people screamed and fought in blood and fire, and all the sounds of fighting and falling bodies were heard...... Countless chilling voices rang out from all directions, forming a bleak and blood-stirring symphony of death.

However, at this time, the Lich Dragon stood high in the sky, and the breath of death enveloped all directions. An endless breath of death envelops the city of disobedience.

In this moment, both the enemy and the enemy in the city of disobedience suddenly fell into silence. The Lich Dragon's bone spurs slaughtered without distinction, bringing the original blood-stirring, cruel and desolate symphony to an abrupt halt in an instant.

Countless people avoided the sight of the Lich Dragon, the blood in their bodies gradually cooled under the aura of death, and the battle intent in their hearts gradually faded in the face of infinite fear.

At this moment, a person gradually walked out of the city, wearing a four-clawed golden dragon robe, holding a giant sword and gradually walking towards the lich dragon.

With the appearance of this person, the entire non-obedient guard army instantly seemed to have seen the biggest backer and the most resolute backbone. The blood is gradually burning, and the fading fighting spirit is gradually reviving with the grip of the weapon.

"Sister...... Sister, I feel ...... Good...... Cold. ”

Murong Yanran's body, which was gradually graying, was almost stiff and unable to move as the blood coagulated. However, at this moment, in his eyes, the only divine pupil gradually fell silent. As death gradually came, Murong Yan couldn't help but start muttering.

Looking at her sister with the only remaining light, Murong Yanran couldn't help but feel indignant in her heart. Resentful of his own incompetence, he pities his sister's suffering. However, at this moment, she is facing death, facing the Lich Dragon soaring high in the sky, what can she do with a small first-order martial artist swordsman?

With Murong Yanran, Murong Yanyu's body gradually fell silent. Far away in the endless starry sky, Chen Ping, who was stepping on the dark avenue, couldn't help but look back at the Heavenly Spirit Continent.

If you don't practice through life and death, how can you break things off in the future.

As soon as he thought of this, Chen Ping didn't look back. Afraid of life and death, it will be difficult and subject to constraints. Only by looking down on life and death can we cherish life and be free and easy.

"Girl! Crises are often accompanied by opportunities, and it's up to you! ”

With that, Chen Ping shot a brilliant black light backwards, and then continued to stare ahead.

But I saw that the black mang, breaking through the cosmic firmament, rushed towards the Spirit Continent at a high speed. However, the closer you get to the Celestial Spirit, the fainter the light becomes.

In the blink of an eye, the two black rays instantly disappeared into the bodies of the two little girls. As the second little girl gradually closed her eyes, Shanshang's faint gaze was like a candle in the dark, dry but weak, desolate and cold.

Looking at the two little girls with only his spare eyes, Shanshang moved his lips slightly, and finally failed to highlight half a sentence.

The Buddha loves the world, 3,000 Buddha collections, 10,000 scriptures. With great perseverance and great wisdom, he intends to resolve the suffering of the world.

Buddha, compassion; Buddha leads the common people.

The Dharma, the Buddha's principles, and the Buddha's power are like dark candlelight, and it is difficult to illuminate the whole darkness.

At this moment, the eyes are sparkling. Like the morning light reflecting the water, the waves are turbulent but bright and clear. At this moment, looking at the lifeless bodies of the two Murong sisters, they were kind to the suffering in their hearts, their hearts were compassionate, and their hearts were helpless, but their eyes gradually brightened.

Compassion in the heart and great love in the heart.

Thousands of worlds, all empty.

At this moment, the two little girls of Murong who closed their eyes, their bodies were gradually shrouded in death, their original white skin gradually turned gray, and the breath of life gradually disappeared.

Endless darkness, the coldness of the darkness, gradually enveloped the whole body.

Death is eternal sleep. People are tired, they fall asleep at night, people die, and they rest forever.

However, in the darkness, it was as if time and space had all stood still. The coldness that had been accompanied by darkness disappeared in an instant.

An endless dark fog shrouded the road ahead.

At this moment, Murong Yanran saw her sister not far ahead, and her sister also saw her.

died, but I didn't expect to be able to reunite with my sister. Perhaps, this is the last gift from God.

At this moment, the two sisters, who meet in a dream and are connected by heart, can communicate without extra words. The two sisters looked around, but they saw nothing but darkness.

Buddha speaks of clouds, and the wind is moving? People moving?

Feeling excited? Things moving?

No matter what, the two sisters still had difficulty seeing the dark fog around them. However, between each other, they can't help but feel each other's helplessness.

Boredom in the dark, troubles in the dark, silence in the dark. It's like swimming by, constantly tormenting the patience, perseverance, and mind of the two little girls.

If it weren't for Chen Ping laying the foundation for the two little girls before, I'm afraid they would have gone crazy and fallen into demons at this moment. Even so, the second little girl was still like an ant, running rapidly in the darkness, shouting loudly, but she never got rid of the black fog.

Dark and negative emotions gradually add up and invade.

Gradually, the dark negative emotions gradually deepened, pointing straight to the heart.

His parents died in his early years, and his life was full of hardships.

The days are tormented, and the days are like years. Friends are ruthless and treat them like jackals.

Regardless of his youth, he forcibly seized the family's wealth. If he hadn't been young, he would have died.

My sister is sick and seeks medical treatment everywhere. Vomiting blood every day and getting weaker.

No relatives, no money, nothing can be done. All relatives, avoid like a plague god.

All passers-by watched coldly. The eyes are ruthless, and the eyes are cold.

People are warm and cold, and the world is impermanent.

……

The death of a loved one, the mournful cry, and the darkness felt particularly desolate.

Relatives and friends turned their faces, forcibly seized family property, and in the dark, they felt ruthless.

There is no relatives, the eyes are cold, and in the dark, I feel the frost in my heart.

Ruthless, unrelated.

There is no warmth in the world, and the cold fills the sky.

Boundless negative emotions seem to be pouring in from all directions.

The world is warm and cold, only I know. Everywhere and unstoppable.

A short life, seven years. In the memory, in the depths of the memory. Until I returned, the bits and pieces of life in recent days. Tegelsai is like the laziness of a young tooth, not talking, and sleeping. Chen Chai is cold, but smart. No matter what, he has his own opinions, but he takes special care of his sisters.

Also, the days of the inn are especially warm when you don't have to worry about food and clothing.

Inside and outside the inn, there were countless soldiers. There is no escape, there is no escape. Chen Chai sacrificed his life to fight to protect the two sisters.

Outside the inn, Chen Chai sacrificed his life to fight the dragoon, and the enemy was cunning and treacherous. Then the heroes fought the dragoons, and in the end everything was unharmed.

Remembering everything, remembering everything, remembering everything can be remembered.

However, at the end of the memory, the two Murong sisters suddenly felt something wrong, some kind of disharmony.

Thinking deeply, this kind of irrationality must be weird.

Why does Chen Chai protect himself? How did you meet Tegels?

Why is everything like fog? It's hard to stare ahead.

Gaze, ponder.

The two sisters gradually frowned deeply, and kept turning their attention to their own eyes.

What is it?

Gaze ......

Eye?

Divine pupils?

Too up?

What is Taishang? The supreme existence in the Tao, the person of the supreme realm. But at this moment, Taishang is the name of one person.

Too up? Eye? Divine pupils?

Faintly, Murong Yanyu seemed to see that in the long river of his memory, the figure standing proudly on the dark avenue, shattering the stars and breaking the universe with his hand raised.

Yes, it was he who saved himself, it was he who taught himself the art of war.

It's him, it's him.

Master, Chen Ping, aka: Great Dark Sky.

In the darkness, the Supreme Lord.

Fleeting in an instant, like 10,000 years. Murong Yanran, who had the same heart as Murong Yanyu, instantly saw the scene in Murong Yanyu's memory of Chen Ping defeating the power of Taishang and imprisoning Taishang in the past.

She knows that her master is not simple, and she knows that her master is almost invincible.

But he didn't expect that it was such an existence that was in charge of the universe and the stars were wiped out in a raised hand.

As Murong Yanyu entered an epiphany, Murong Yanran seemed to be being pulled. Countless Taoist runes suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The most primitive character is not a font, but almost a painting. With the infinitive form of painting, with the flowing water-like stripes of painting, the ripples of the debut, the rhythm of the debut, and the perception of the debut.

The runes are like fire rising, like water flowing, like the wind blowing, like the earth is quiet.

Movement and stillness, or movement or stillness. It's all natural.

All the laws in the world have a fixed number, and all of them are nature.

The Tao is natural, comes with nature, and does it as you like.

In the midst of the war, the face changed, but it could be seen that Taishang's eyes were yellow and dark. Yellow is dark and uncertain, and it is absolutely different in color. Sometimes the left is yellow and dark, sometimes the left is dark and the right is yellow. It's not the characteristics of Taishang, but the comprehension of Xuanhuang's ascension and the true meaning of pupil art. It makes the eyes of Taishang, dark and yellow, and the magic power is immense.

Ten thousand years are like a moment, and a moment is like ten thousand years.

There is no time in the darkness, and the true meaning is wonderful.

Gradually, the magic book that I learned from the place where I respected my master gradually flowed in my heart.

And the latter miscellaneous note, but in an instant, all kinds of generalizations, all kinds of insights, into the magic book.

This article is called "Taishang Induction Chapter". This is too high, not too high. The Taishang here refers to the supreme and holy person of Taoism, or a realm.

There is no boundary, it is all in pursuit.

No matter the realm, no matter the supreme. The Supreme Man, or Realm, senses the heavens and the earth and creates a book of good deeds. The Tao is the best, but it gradually merges with the chapters in "Hongmeng Zhentian Great Demon Record".

Good and evil, good and evil, light and dark. The sun and the moon alternate, and the yin and yang reincarnated. There is no eternal darkness, and there is no eternal light.

Light and darkness alternate, and although evil is difficult to eliminate, the Tao cannot tolerate evil. However, the author of "Hongmeng Zhentian Great Demon Record" is a dark sky.

Dark Supreme, but not evil. Even dare to uphold justice and dare to stand up for the gods.

It makes it too bright, rejects evil, abhors sin, and does not tolerate evil. It is difficult to reject or even purify this pure dark treasure.

Darkness is the source, and no one can remove it.

Truth and darkness gradually merge.

Taishang induction chapter, gradually integrated into the heart.

'There is no way for good or evil, but man calls himself. The retribution of good and evil follows you like a shadow. …… When there is much trouble, everyone is evil, and the punishment will follow...... Auspicious celebration avoids it, evil star disaster, and death is exhausted. …… There are also three Taipei Doushenjun...... And there were three corpse gods in the midst of men...... On the day of the moon, so does the god of the hearth...... The big ones are the ones, the small ones are the ones, and there are hundreds of things that are too big and small...... Those who want to live forever must first avoid it. ’

It's just a few hundred words, but it's full of good teachings. There is no way to practice, but it is the 'Taishang' realm, the way to sense the goodwill of heaven and earth. The rhyme is endless, and the goodwill is like a stream.

As the two Murong sisters gradually comprehended, broke through, and sublimated. The spiral lines in the eyes, like ripples, are brighter and more transparent.

The surrounding darkness and fog gradually condensed, and finally all gathered in front of the two little girls. As the darkness receded, the space became white and empty.

The two little girls looked at the human figures that the darkness in front of them gradually gathered, and they all knelt on one knee.

Chen Ping looked at the two girls in front of him. I couldn't help but look up to the sky and smile.

If there is such a thing, it should be contentment. Be diligent and review. Knowing the world, understanding tolerance.

Maybe the qualifications are still flawed, maybe the age is still light, maybe the demeanor is still frivolous, or maybe the thinking is not thoughtful.

But if the disciples are perfect, everything is flawless. So what else does the master have to do? What else do you want to lead the way?