The dreams of all things are shocking, and the ancient rhyme is cold.

Yin and yang collapse the heaven and the earth, and the good and the bad are all the same thought.

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In the ancient villages, the people are content, living and working in peace and contentment, or ploughing the fields and fields, or spinning yarn in the courtyard, children laughing and chasing, and the old people sit and talk, quiet and elegant, and the countryside is strange.

There is a lake on the mountain in the distance, the white-haired old man wears a cloth coat, wears a hat, bears his hand on the edge of the lake and gazes at the lake quietly, the water birds come and go, the water splashes ripples, the breeze comes slowly, full of relaxation and joy, the mountains are far away, and there are vaguely people singing mountain songs loudly.

He was just concentrating, and suddenly appeared from the shore in the middle of the lake, and a chess table was placed in the center of the lake, but the chess pieces displayed on it were not ordinary chess pieces, but gossip talismans.

The old man raised his hand, but put it down again, a little lost.

"Demon Venerable, the confrontation between you and me is not over yet......"

Wu Zi's words made him even more disappointed, and he waved his sleeves, and suddenly appeared on the shore of the lake, which was surrounded by a hedge of an acre of farmhouses, in which no fruits and vegetables were planted, but three delicate flowers were quietly planted.

The old man waved his palm, and a wisp of water in the lake slowly rose, condensing into a gentle water ball, and the water ball slowly fell into the flower garden, and the three flowers were also swaying happily, as if singing the beauty of life and thanking the old man for watering.

Only then did he smile, like a farmer with a good harvest.

Walking back and forth, he seemed to have lost his nostalgia, and then twisted his hands, and the three flowers were wrapped in a large cluster of rippled enchantments, and the chessboard in the middle of the lake also fell into the lake and disappeared without a trace.

After doing all this, the old man slowly closed his eyes and slowly disappeared in place.

The art of Qiankun, refining yin and yang, he calculated for a thousand years, and sensed a calamity that was coming.

As he once said to the Dragon King: "Alien objects in the sky should not be despised if everything changes, you and I must be prepared for the consciousness of death." ”

The Dragon King promised that if a great calamity really struck, he would protect the Three Realms.

As his mind went one by one, the old man buried himself in the realm of nothingness, and the world could no longer see his figure or detect his breath.

"In this retreat, if you can break through the shackles, you may be able to have the realm of Demon Venerable, if so, there will be no calamity in heaven and earth."

This is closed, and I don't know the years.

When I woke up again, there was chaos in the world.

He felt in the nothingness of the universe, the scorching evil burning in the order, the destruction of living beings at every moment, the passing of those souls, those lives, like surging water, rushing endlessly.

The order is turbulent, and even the two worlds of gods and ghosts have been affected.

The old man's eyes opened in astonishment, he had insight into the world, and the disaster came so quickly.

But in an instant, he understood that this was not the calamity that would shake the Three Realms.

"Let the world go......"

Talking to himself, he then continued to meditate, his spiritual realm filled with vast stars, deducing the rules of heaven and earth.

But the evil breath was like an annoying fly, always disturbing his ears.

"Dragon's Vein." He spoke calmly, understanding the goal of the evil thing's coveting.

The world is powerless to fight, the flesh and blood are blurred, the family river is broken, and the monster is so rampant that it wants to wash the world in blood, but the human and animal races are powerless, and can only retreat.

Filthy and obscure, becoming more and more vast, staining this land, if the dragon veins are occupied by monsters, they will surely erode all the living beings in this mountain range.

But when the old man looked closely, he found something unusual.

That monster doesn't have the breath of gods and ghosts, but is a natural thing.

At that moment, it became clear to him that this was not the result of demons, but the revenge of nature.

If you cultivate the Qiankun by yourself, you can't cut off nature, nature is the Qiankun, and the Qiankun also summarizes nature,...... He can't kill himself, and he can't kill himself, and the disaster in the deduction is more important than the current disaster.

"Boom!!"

The void shattered, the order collapsed, and the law of Qiankun was like a frightened bird in an instant, frantically avoiding.

The monster who looked invincible just now was so frightened that he flinched in an instant, as if he was begging for mercy.

The old man stood in the sky and looked at him coldly, his left hand was clenched out of thin air, and the monster began to scream, and the screams resounded for thousands of miles, and the clouds were scattered wildly.

"That's it......"

The monster that disturbed the world was silent in an instant, and its huge size became one hundredth, and it was as quiet as if it was frozen, and there was no movement at all.

The old man sighed, helpless and disappointed, he didn't expect that the world would be so weak and unbearable, and such a lowly monster could mess up the country.

Raising his hand to shake the sky, his backhand to shock the heavens and the earth, the evil maggot was casually sealed, freezing its years, so that it could not have a chance to crack.

Then he tore the earth apart, turned the lake he had once fished into a deep valley, threw the monster into it and buried it deeply, and moved the mountains and reclaimed the sea, turning the lake into a mountain, and sprinkled his three favorite flowers all over the mountain, and disappeared without a trace.

Looking up, the once endless forests and grasslands are now only barren wilderness, and the vitality has disappeared.

"Alas......"

A long sigh, staggering white twilight.

He has already stood at the pinnacle of this world, but he is not quiet, nine days away, there is an unknown existence is looking at this world, even the king of the heavenly dragon has sensed the crisis, the existence of the peak, but there are also mundane unknown worries.

Stilling into nothingness, he once again entered his eternal sleep.

He had a long dream.

In the dream, the demon venerable was in his prime, and returned from the nine heavens with his hands in his hands, and invited him to continue to discuss the gossip rules that were halfway there.

In the dream, the people brought the moon and lotus hoes, without worrying about food and clothing, playing in the mountains and by the water, and the mountain songs were still rippling.

In the dream, the delicate flowers were in full bloom again, and he watered them slowly, and the flowers swayed with joy as usual, and the fragrance was overflowing.

In dreams.

Wake up from a dream.

After all, he didn't miscalculate, and waited for the strength that came to him.

At the time of chaos in the world, the sound of the Rank Pattern Road is broken, and the quiet world is still playing the game of playing house, and above the starry sky, the Qiankun Holy Venerable has already looked at the heavens and the earth, and faced the alien enemies with his extraordinary body!

He shocked thousands with endless domineering, and he retreated everything with his vertical and horizontal spirit.

But after all, he was half a step behind, although he practiced the Qiankun Transformation Method, he should have transcended the shackles of the world, but in the face of an enemy beyond imagination, he also had to break his almost formed Qiankun soul chain, at that moment, the Qiankun Law completely bloomed and self-sealed, and the magnificent momentum instantly broke through the rules of the Three Realms.

Beyond nothingness, stepping on sentient beings, since the fall of the Demon Venerable, there has never been such a majesty to destroy the heavens and the earth.

The calamity that was supposed to destroy the world is gone.

He was reduced to pieces, and died nine days away, the broken soul with a handful of ashes, and at the moment before he died, he grabbed a handful of starlight, hung it on his coffin, and slept in the tomb of the stars.

In the midst of the gloom, the Celestial Dragon King turned into a human form, floating outside the coffin, and asked in a low voice.

"Qiankun, your creation is close to the power of the Demon Venerable, and you can also be proud of everything in the world, why is this so, on the eve of death and canonization of the gods?"

Why......

He should have become an extraordinary person like the Demon Venerable, but he chose to be unknown and disappeared into the long river of time.

He doesn't have the anti-heaven path of Demon Venerable, so naturally he has no reason to be an enemy of the world.

"The world...... There is no more. ”

He replied softly, and the Celestial Dragon King just smiled, and then clasped his fists in salute.

"The Holy Venerable protects the living beings of the world, and his great merit is unparalleled in the world, and I should respect it! The threat from outside the heavens is up to me, with the long-cherished wish of the Holy Venerable, to find the root cause and sweep away the darkness. ”

"There's the Dragon King."

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Sleep for a long time, but there is also a peace that you have never enjoyed.

He is still detached from the world, reincarnation is unbound, the ghost world does not dare to accept it, the god world has nowhere to accept it, and his soul rests in his tomb.

He hated the darkness, but in the end he was buried in the darkness, and only the starlight brought back from the sky on the coffin remained, never dissipated, shining on his legacy.

I don't know how many years have passed, and the tranquility that has not been disturbed for thousands of years suddenly has a small movement like a crack.

Someone bothered.

Those ant-like offending people annoy people, but there is a special existence, and there is a dark fragrance of déjà vu on his body.

"After all, it's still here......"

In the coffin, there was a long contemplation.

The Holy Venerable tentatively talked to the visitor, but the other party was speechless, and he was a young man who was not yet involved in the world.

He lifted the dusty chess table and handed it to the comer.

Several fluctuations, unraveled.

"Hehe, funny ......"

The soul power was gently agile, and the feet of the comer suddenly became empty, wailing and falling all the way, making this place that had been silent for countless years have a lively movement again.

He felt the breath of the comer, and his body was timid and reserved, but also full of curiosity, and he couldn't help but think of that village countless years ago.

At that time, he was also like this, a person in his twenties, although he had the dream of breaking through, but he did not have the ability to cross the rivers and lakes, stumbling, stumbling, I don't know how much suffering he had suffered, how many times he had experienced between life and death, and he had already reached the realm of the Holy Venerable that he was now.

He smiled, just like when he once stepped out of the mountain village and saw Xintiandi.

The door opened, the footsteps on the steps drew closer, and he slowly floated out of the coffin, where the jerky young man was looking at him timidly.

"Senior, ...... you, is that the legendary Heavenly Master?"

"Heavenly Master?" For this title, he felt that it was a bit exaggerated, he was just a bad old man in the village before his death, and he suddenly got this kind of reputation, which made him a little unaccustomed.

"How dare you ......, it's just an ordinary man."