The pillars of heaven are destroyed, and the mountains collapse; The floods are surging, the rivers are overflowing; After the creation of the flood, it is rare to see such a catastrophe in the world. I saw that under the mighty galaxy in the western sky, the sky was shattered, the stars were dim and falling, and the water of the rolling heavenly river was surging down from the cracks in the dark sky.

In the void that is difficult for mortals to see, there are immortal families who are struggling to hold the turbulent river with their great magical powers, and there are even more immortal families and cultivators running around the world. or report the disaster situation in the world, or use great magic power and great magic power to try to channel the flow. It's a pity that the flood is monstrous, and even the Emperor of Heaven is powerless to make the mortal world free of disasters overnight.

In the Nine Heavens, Emperor Taihao Xi waved his hand, and the mana was the guide, and after helping Wa, he refined the five-colored divine mud to make up the sky!

The canopy of heaven slowly closed, and the galaxy still shone. It's just that the world has long been unrecognizable, and the waters of the ocean have come down from the plateau, washing away everything that stood in front of the torrent. Even if it's a high mountain, a steep mountain. If this flood that swept the entire earth is to be quelled, it will take countless people and more time and strength to save it.

At this time, under the Tianhe River, which has been repaired, the source of the flood is gradually subsiding. A real figure stood in the void, and at the foot of it, there was once a mountain. The feather coat flutters and does not move with the wind; The long-haired snake dances with its own rhythm. The act of mending the heavens took a lot of energy, but the Nine Heavens Xuannu didn't know what was going on, she stood there quietly, looking down at her slender fingertips, where there was a pinch of dirt, shining with a faint five-colored light.

Emperor Taihao appeared at the side of Xuannu at some point, looking at the distant flood with his hands behind his back. Her long silver hair fluttered at the back of her head, with the same rhythm as that of Wahou.

"The mountain we raised pets is going to be gone," Emperor Xi's eyes glowed with silver light, and he didn't know where he was. There is nothing in the eyes, but there are all kinds of spirits in them. The tone of this sentence is flat, and there is no trace of tone. It's like simply telling a story that has nothing to do with you.

Hearing this, Wa Hou finally turned her gaze from her fingers to the mountain thousands of miles away. The mountain can still be seen now, because the flood is still thousands of miles away. Immortals know the future, because endless deduction is just around the corner. Such as the ability of Emperor Xiwa, since it was said that the mountain is going to be gone. Then even if other great immortal families use their great magical powers to open the way for the flood to move the mountain and build an embankment for the collapse, it can't change the fact that the mountain is going to be washed away.

"A thousand years in that stream may become a spirit." Wahou's gaze returned to her fingertips again, and what she said was difficult to understand.

The words of the immortals have their own divine consciousness to communicate, and the opening is also the wisdom of the voice, a thousand words. Even if a mortal stood by and heard it, he couldn't understand what they were saying. Why are the earliest exposition of the "doctrine" texts and scriptures so concise and to the point, while later generations of scholars commenting on the teachings are becoming more and more complicated? Root because of this.

When Emperor Xi came here, he didn't look at the handful of soil between Wa and Hou, and didn't ask, "Why is there a little bit of this soil left?" "What are you thinking?" "What do you want to do?" This nonsense. The five-color divine mud was refined by him to help Wa Hou, and the matter of mending the sky was personally taken by Wa Hou, which consumed a lot of divine consciousness and mana, and extraordinary people could imagine. How can there be such a thing as superfluous with their ability to deduce.

But that's all there is to it. The number of Dayan is fifty, and there are nine out of forty.

More than one.

Queen Wa had been deducing the changes in the Heavenly Dao of the Five Colored Soil before, but it was not a matter of a moment to see and understand. It's not even something that should be done after using the Great Divine Consciousness mana just now. So Emperor Xi came to him from the Nine Heavens, pointed her in the direction and told her that a mountain was going to be gone.

Wa Hou glanced at the mountain where she had lived and understood what Taihao was referring to. That mountain has a spirit and a clear air, and it is an excellent place for spiritual cultivation. Otherwise, they would not have stopped here to raise animals. There are streams in the mountains, and the streams have their source in the mountains. The source of the pure soul also.

However, no matter how extraordinary this mountain is, it will eventually be washed away by the flood. Taihao's meaning, when the flood has passed, put the five-colored soil in the exposed stream. With this direction, Wa Hou then deduced that 'the five-colored soil can gather spirits and generate wisdom in a thousand years'. In this way, the direction and time have been decided. No matter how the Heavenly Dao changes, Emperor Xi and Empress Wa can both practice their deduction techniques above the Nine Heavens.

With a flick of her fingers, the five-colored light flickered slightly in the void and disappeared. This extra bit will fall into the mountain stream after the flood at the right time. Endure thousands of years of ups and downs, absorb the aura of mountains and rivers, and wait for the spirit to be born.

The figures of Emperor Xi and Empress Wa disappeared between heaven and earth, returning to the nine heavens, and the mortal world has since had a pinch of earth......

In the second year of the Tang Dynasty, the Qinling Mountains are a natural barrier that spans the north and south and shields Guanzhong, which is called Nanshan by the world. Because the people of the ancient Central Plains did not know the vastness of the world and traveled to Nanshan to be blocked, Nanshan is also called the end of Nanshan. The Qinling Mountains stretch for thousands of miles, and there is a big mountain outside Chang'an City in the Tang Dynasty, also known as Zhongnan Mountain. This mountain can get its name, and it is also the place where the earth qi and spirit gather together.

Because of the gathering of people, the wild beasts around Zhongnan Mountain are rare, the Taoist temple on the mountain, the evening drum and morning bell, and the cigarette smoke is faint. The mountain forest is quiet and quiet, like a place for immortals to retreat. However, in the past few days, in the depths of the mountain, everything is quiet. Rare beasts are scattered around a cave, not singing, not roaring, not fighting, not catching, but sticking to their abbot's place, quietly waiting.

In front of the cave door, sitting cross-legged on the ground is still more than three feet high, his arms are like a century-old iron tree, his chest muscles are like rock carvings, and his white hair is like silver frost. The bronze face, the rough facial lines were as clear as an axe, the scarlet eyes stared out of the cave without blinking, and the protruding fangs on the outside of the lips trembled slightly with the breathing. This unknown ape-like beast guards here like the dragonstone of the cave, separating the inside and outside of the cave.

I don't know what is in the cave, so this mountain of demon beasts put out this lineup and wait firmly.

Halfway up the mountain, on a boulder protruding outward, a man and a woman stood. The man looks only thirteen or fourteen years old, with thick eyebrows and starry eyes, and he is still a childish boy between his eyebrows, but he is wearing a silky crane. The woman is only seven or eight years old, but she looks beautiful and dusty at a young age, and she is also cute.

The two stood on the boulder and looked south, the boy's eyes were indifferent and silent, but the girl was innocent, her eyes turned to the surrounding mountains and forests from time to time, and she blinked at the caves and beasts in the distance, as if she had seen something interesting......

"A thousand years of practice, a hundred years of delusion, become a ...... in one day"