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Heaven and earth are as chaotic as chickens. Pangu was born in it, 18,000 years old, and the world was opened.

Yang is clear for the sky, and yin is for the earth.

All things have aura, and the body of Pangu is transformed into shape, gathering the essence of heaven and earth, and feeling the vastness of the sun and the moon.

Ten thousand years have passed, and the chaos and obscurantism have disappeared with the beginning of heaven and earth, becoming blue and white.

Under the bright world, everything is dichotomy.

Humans, immortals, and gods are one point, which is called yang, and ghosts, demons, and demons are one point, which is said to be yin.

Yin and yang reincarnation, the handover of man and ghost, life and life, disillusionment.

In the yang realm, the gods are reasonable, strict with the heavens, abide by the law, and are controlled by the five elements protector and the emperor of heaven, and they are ethical to each other.

In the netherworld, the Demon Lord is respected, Si Tianli, Xiaoyin Law, and the five elders and the Demon Emperor are bound by each other.

Text: Chapter 1

The wind whistled, swaying and pulling violently with the wind, as if there would be a hoarse snapping sound at any moment. The bamboo leaves swept from the ground, but they were sprinkled in the strong wind, overwhelming the sky, losing sight, and piling up in the air in chaos, polluting the clarity and making the whole sky cold and low.

"Bauhinia, you go quickly, take our children, and leave the Yang Realm. A painful and eager man's voice broke through the death-like oppressive atmosphere of the bamboo forest and said burningly.

The man's facial features are handsome, the silhouette is clear and resolute, and the Xuanyi he is wearing is embroidered with a golden dragon pattern with a silkworm golden silk dragon flying phoenix, showing his extraordinary status, but his hair is messy in the wind, looking very embarrassed but exceptionally handsome.

"Then what do you do?" The woman's palm carefully guarded a seed, her delicate cheeks were already full of tears, and her voice was also full of pain and uneasiness, what made her worse than death was not the torture from the body, but watching her beloved man put away all his pride for her, so compromised.

"In any case, I am still the Heavenly Emperor of the Yang Realm, and the gods and the protectors of the five elements will not really kill me. The man frowned, ruthlessly, and pushed the person beside him away, but his voice couldn't stop trembling. The immortal magic is rapidly dissipating, and the only thing that can support him until now is the concern for his wife and children and the blessing of the fairy world, who is the chosen one.

"No, I don't want to leave you. To walk together. The woman clung to the corner of the man's shirt, crying out in despair and weakness, staring at the man in front of her with wide eyes, as if in a second he would disappear.

"Hurry up!" the man roared eagerly, looking at the woman with weeping and swollen eyes in front of him, but he could only swing his knife ruthlessly, cut off the placket of the garment, attach a spell, and push it away.

"Want to go?" Several tall and mighty figures suddenly reflected in the bright sky, covering the only ray of sunlight, pressing the entire bamboo forest under his feet, approaching, and cutting off the only hope in the man's heart.

"God, I know that if I violate the rules of heaven, I will be punished for my sin. But I implore that I bear the consequences of all this alone, and that my wife and children have nothing to do with it. The man instantly knew and had no choice but to accept his fate, but instead calmed down a lot, straightened his body, straightened his clothes, waved the soil in front of his robe, bent down heavily, knelt in front of the man who was as indifferent as an iceberg, and said calmly.

"Emperor of Heaven, why are you bothered?" Amu wanted to step forward and help him up, but was blocked by a snow-white and tall figure.

The god Mu Bai stood upright, looking down on everything expressionlessly, and his eyes were full of frozen indifference and unstoppable arrogance.

He just stood like that, and he was a powerful and invincible oppression.

He is the god high up in this world, the only god.

"As the Emperor of the Yang Realm, you were entangled with a demon girl and gave birth to a son. How can we forgive such a great sin?" Mu Bai fluttered to the ground, his snow-white and plain clothes carried the wind, and slowly approached Luo Li, his tone was not threatening or angry, but he was like cold ice, not close to human feelings.

"I beg God, let my wife and children go. Luo Li was almost paranoid, kneeling in place, his head bowed, and his tone was more sincere and sincere.

"Luo Li, you are a dignified one-day emperor, even if you are one order different from the gods, you will not pray to him so lowly. Besides, he is only a mere god now, and he is not a real god at all. Bauhinia watched from the sidelines in despair, her heart was like an iron thorn, her colic was uncomfortable, and she was crying and laughing unconsciously, desperate and helpless.

Such a proud person, for himself and his children, knelt in front of this emotionless 10,000-year-old ice in such a low voice. How ironic, how unbearable, and how ...... It's not worth it.

How could she allow such a thing?

"Child, mother is sorry for you. Remember, your name is Tsukichi, and this is the name I have been thinking about for a long time with your father. Bauhinia spread out her palms tremblingly, looking at the small seven-mile seed in her hand distressedly, her lips were white, and she couldn't stop trembling, but her tears had already dried up, but she looked at it like that, but she was more sad and determined than crying.

Then, gritting his teeth, he turned eighty percent of his demonic power into a shell of the seed, and took the seed and the broken clothes to pierce the line between the two realms, and then disappeared.

All things in heaven and earth have their own lives, and they are not up to themselves.

Mother can only do it for you.

"Luo Li, I thought that the rift between you and me a hundred years ago was a love disaster, but it was only a life separation, and there was never a death parting. Now it is the way of heaven that cannot be violated, you have to take good care of yourself and live. Always remember, I love you. Zijing looked back at the man kneeling on the ground, his heart was like a knife, and his whole body twitched with pain. Suddenly, he smiled sadly, and when he said that the way of heaven was indisobedient, there was a touch of relieved irony, and hot tears dripped down the corners of his eyes.

"You go. Luo Li suddenly jumped up from the ground, quickly condensed the immortal power into his palm, and swung it away while Mu Bai was distracted.

Who knew that the other party had already taken precautions, dodged agilely, took a few steps back, and avoided Luo Li's attack, and the Five Elements Protector behind him took advantage of the situation to go into battle and surrounded him.

"Goodbye!" Bauhinia muttered, her voice soft and cold, and with a faint breeze, the fragments of the primordial spirit flickered beyond the sky, crystal beautiful, like fireflies flying in the sky, and then disappeared.

"Don't !!" Luo Li opened his eyes wide, roared with all his might, and watched weakly as his beloved condensed the remaining demonic power in his palm, right in front of him, no more than a few hundred meters away, waving towards the center of his eyebrows, self-destructing his god.

And he, as the dignified Emperor of the Yang Realm, was so weak that he had to secretly feel annoyed and remorseful.

It's a great irony.

"Bang"

At this moment, Luo Li felt that the power he was desperately gritting his teeth and holding on to was instantly emptied, and he fell to his knees heavily, his eyes became dull and dull in an instant, his eyes began to blur, and then he passed out.

"God-sama. Ah Shui and Ah Mu looked at each other, exchanged glances, and plucked up the courage to shout at the arrogant and indifferent back, and their tones were actually a little timid.

"If there is love in the sky, love is also old, why in the end?" Mu Bai raised his eyebrows, and some scattered and chaotic pictures from a hundred years ago suddenly flashed in his mind, with a somewhat self-deprecating attitude, coldly watching the tragicomedy that happened just now, no one could guess his emotions. It's just that no one has ever noticed that when Zijing said the word divine heir, there was fleeting fierceness and ambition in his eyes.

For a while, the two immortals were confused by Mu Bai's sudden ridicule, so they had to lower their heads, maintain their movements, and stand in place, slightly embarrassed.

"What should the Heavenly Emperor do?" Ah Jin stood up from the side, not knowing whether he intended to break the siege or just wanted to know the answer to the question, but this move was undoubtedly a relief for Ah Mu and Ah Shui, and the two immortals looked at him very gratefully.

"The Emperor of Heaven can't move yet, otherwise it will be really difficult for the immortals to explain. Take it back and leave it to the immortal family to deal with it themselves. With that, a clear and comfortable breeze blew. In the blink of an eye, the gods were long gone.

"I didn't expect that the Heavenly Emperor and the Bauhinia Tree Demon were so infatuated. Witnessing the scene of Bauhinia's self-destruction of his god, Amu was inevitably a little moved in his heart, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

suddenly remembered Bauhinia's peach blossom eyes, smart and amazing, even in the most sad and desperate moments, they were also poignant and pitiful. I'm afraid it's rare to see it for thousands of years.

Throughout the more than 400,000 years since Pangu opened the world, there are countless fairies or banshees in the Yin and Yang worlds recorded in ancient books. If you say that whose eyes are the most stunning and beautiful, I am afraid that only the ancient demon lord of the netherworld, Tao Yuhua. But these stories are too old, and the content recorded is only a few words, and it is difficult to determine whether they are true or false, but this does not prevent future generations from following these scattered fragments to compile one beautiful story after another.

For example, the love-hate relationship between Tao Yuhua and the god of creation, or the slightly ** color between Tao Yuhua and her more legendary master than the legend, of course, when the three bigwigs get together, the natural story will become more exciting, and the people who say it are also relishing, and the people who listen are endless.

It's just that I don't know what happened to the three ancient gods of such a supergod, why they all passed away, and the records left behind are not the slightest trace except for these nonsense stories of love and love, as if these people have never appeared in this world. Even Amu can't help but wonder if these unfathomable characters in these stories were made up by the writer to attract attention.