When the purple qi repaired the universe, ninety-nine heavenly pillars descended from the sky, and when a faint voice sounded, the sound was not loud, but it was heard by every living being, as if it was in the ears of some super strong people.

"Everyone, your battle has destroyed the universe and disturbed my sleep, what a group of restless people, the heavens and the earth are destroyed, the universe is finished, and there are no living beings, how boring it must be."

"Then, for the time being, all the characters above the quasi-saint should stop fighting."

"Although I usually just sleep, this universe is my bedroom, and once it disturbs my sleep, my mood is not very happy."

Hearing this voice, Zhuang Wangu smiled slightly, and the corners of his lips raised: "What a character Hongjun Daoist, the incarnation of the Great Dao." "At this time, there is no one in the Heavenly Palace, the Heavenly Palace is one of the important places of war, and all the people who did not escape died, and none of them were alive, all of them turned into ashes, so Hongjun made a move, and there was no resurrection of these people.

In the quiet sky, Zhuang Wangu stood up and patted his clothes, which were already stained with blood: "It's really embarrassing." The words were a little self-deprecating.

"It's raining heavily." The old man who spoke, sitting peacefully by the patio, watching the rain fall from the patio, in front of him, there were tortoise shells, gossip, and compass, Zhou Yi looked at the basically repaired universe: "Really, I thought I was going to die with the gods and demons." ”

"It's nothing to die, if it weren't for Hongjun to save the world, I'm afraid that this tortoise shell, gossip, compass and other magic weapons left over from previous generations will also be destroyed, and then I'm really sorry for the ancestors." Zhou Yi muttered, and the rain splashed on Zhou Yi's feet.

"However, this can be regarded as a witness to history." Zhou Yi raised his head and saw the oil-paper umbrella slowly coming from the rainstorm.

"Oh, you're here." Zhou Yi called out lightly.

"yes, I'm here." The man with the oil-paper umbrella walked into the room and put down the oil-paper umbrella.

"Speaking of which, is the second tribulation over?" Zhuang Wangu's slender fingers gently tapped the armrest of the chair: "I don't know why, faintly, although it is said that the Hongjun Daoist has already made a move, and the quasi-saint and above can no longer make a move, but I feel that the second calamity is not over." ”

"The second calamity is indeed not over." Zhou Yiyan said: "Among the saints, there are still Taishang Laojun who has not returned, how can he finally get this catastrophe when Taishang Laojun has not returned, and the rest of the second tribulation will be when Taishang Laojun returns." ”

"Exactly?"

"I don't know." Zhou Yiyan said: "I can't count it, I can't count it if I throw it away, I can't count it, the rest of this second tribulation is quite difficult to calculate." ”

"Doom." Zhuang Wangu sighed softly, and sat next to Zhou Yi like this, drinking the tea sent by Zhou Yi's apprentice Zhou Wen, looking at the heavier and heavier rain, looking up at the sky, only to see the sky above, the heavy rain was whistling down, and the sky was full of black clouds.

The weather did not improve immediately, as if the catastrophe was not over.

But no matter whether the calamity is over or not, anyway, the next time, just waiting, waiting for the return of Taishang Laojun, and the fight will not be over, so just wait quietly.

"Taishang Laojun is coming again, there are still twenty hours left, according to the correct order, this is the fortieth hour of the arrival of the two saints." When Zhuang Wangu got up to leave, Zhou Yi reminded Zhuang Wangu, "Thank you." Without looking back, the figure disappeared into the endless rain.

Now at this time, it is a very wonderful time, the three saints are in, the beginning, Tongtian, and the lead, and there are countless strong people below, and there are all kinds of reasons, but they can't fight, and they are waiting for the arrival of the Taishang Laojun, and the last remaining chapter of this catastrophe will be finalized.

In other words, it has been a long time since I got out of the forty hours of intense fighting, and now I have to enjoy twenty hours of absolutely no danger.

At this time, the Nine Leaves Sect Master was in the Immortal Realm, next to the Heavenly Palace, the Nine Leaves Sect Master looked at the people who entered the Heavenly Palace at this time, Guangchengzi, Red Sperm, Dao Xing Tianzun, Lingbao ** Master, Daode Tianzun, Immortal True Person, Ten Thousand Years True Man The Seven Golden Immortals entered the Heavenly Palace.

It's just that these seven golden immortals are just greeting another golden immortal, and the one who really enters the heavenly palace is the golden immortal Zhang Qianren, who is also the Supreme Heavenly Emperor.

Or it is not appropriate to call it the twelve golden immortals again, and now it is the eight golden immortals. In addition to these eight golden immortals, none of the five masters of the teachings, Yun Zhongzi, Antarctic Immortal Weng, Yang Jian, Nezha, and Zuomen Daoren, appeared, indeed, no one in the current Heavenly Palace stopped Zhang Qianren from returning and re-sitting in the position of Lingxiao Treasure Palace.

The Nine Leaves Sect Master looked at all this and whistled softly, yes, the Nine Leaves Sect Master naturally knew that whether it was his own side or the Sect Interpretation side, he could not let Zhang Qianren be sincerely obedient and 100% loyal, but it didn't matter, what he needed was just a spy and an undercover agent.

The Nine Leaves Sect Master watched Zhang Qianren walk into the Heavenly Palace, one by one the palaces walked over, watching his plan go step by step, the Nine Leaves Sect Master smiled, smiled, interesting, interesting.

Zhao Gongming coughed, this kind of rainy weather is the most likely to make the body uncomfortable, Zhao Gongming looked at the sky, Duobao is not dead, a good ending, to be honest, the time when I worked with Duobao Dao people was quite pleasant, if it wasn't for the physical reasons, as well as other reasons, I was afraid that I would also create a great cause with Duobao.

Zhao Gongming coughed, although he was in the sect, although he had already seen the master, he didn't know what kind of earth-shaking changes would happen after Taishang Laojun came back.

Mo Fei breathed deeply, into his nose, all of them were the fragrance of plum blossoms, and now Mo Fei was in a large area of plum blossoms, Baimei Villa, Mo Fei did not participate in this battle, yes, there was not much meaning, he believed that Zhuang Wangu would win and live.

And now, his trust is completely correct, Zhuang Wangu is alive, but, Mo Fei frowned, what kind of changes will occur after Taishang Laojun returns? The rest of the second tribulation, it sounds, it seems to be a little weird.

The mountains are extremely high, the creatures are scarce, the mountains are not covered, the sounds are rarely heard, there are occasional apes chirping birds, and the sound of waterfalls rushing down, and now, in this kind of rain and heavy rain, the mountain wind is greater, and Shura is on the top of the mountain.

This feeling is very good, Shura enjoys the mountain breeze that blows the clothes and hunts without covering the mountain, yes, he also knows that Taishang Laojun will be the last to die, and there will be drastic changes, but Shura didn't care.

Shura's hand was placed on his face, at this time, Shura's face was wearing a wooden wooden mask, Shura sighed softly, as if sighing something, and removed this mask, and the next mask was a male face with a scar, and Shura took off this mask of a scar man.

Layers of masks are removed.

……

"Shura, the wind on the top of the mountain is the strongest, just like the mountain wind that does not cover the mountain, stand firm in this mountain wind." The voice of the voice was quite magnetic, and Yun Fuyue coldly carried his hands, at this time, Shura was not very old, and he had not long since he entered the Fudo Spiegel Gate: "You must know that the strongest movement of the Fudo Spiegel Gate, the Fudo Spiegel Technique, is to be ruthless and unrighteous exercises, and you are quite talented, but it is quite difficult to be ruthless and unrighteous alone, just like your age of flesh and blood." ”

"So, put on a mask, layer by layer, and seal your heart."

"Don't take off your mask until you're completely ruthless." The voice of the clouds covering the moon was so cold.

……

"Master, up to now, I haven't been completely ruthless, but I will take off this mask and never wear a mask again, because there is no need to move the mirror door, there is no longer a need for ruthlessness and righteousness, I will reform and innovate the Mirror Technique."

"So, goodbye, Mask." Shura's hand touched the last layer of masks, and the last layer of masks slowly peeled off, and the first thing that was revealed was the snow-white eyebrows that flew into the sky, which were Shura's arrogance, and then the double pupils, which were extremely black and deep.

Finally, you can see the whole picture of Shura, with inky black hair casually draped on the back of her head, dancing with the wind, white eyebrows flying into the sky, jet-black eyes, and the corners of her confident lips, with a sword and a sword behind her.

The mountain wind is very strong, Shura stands very firmly, and Shura at this time has finally completely walked out of the shadow of the past history of the Fudo Spiegel Gate, and the new era is about to begin.

"Hey, storyteller, if you say one more verse, you will say that the Zhun Ti Sage is going to destroy the world." Ziwei Country is still a place of exchange for people everywhere, and the forces of all parties are staggered, and in the inn, there are three religions and nine streams, and there are all kinds of things.

In other places, when it comes to the war of annihilation more than a hundred years ago, it is a time when it is silent, and the people of Ziwei Country are not afraid, and they often talk about the wonderful plots in the war of annihilation.

"I'm tired of talking about the World Destroying War, it's better to talk about the red breeze in the Tang Dynasty, or talk about the recent Cui Yingying West Chamber Lover." A rather suffocating voice sounded, just looking at the speaker's dress, but he still looked like a scholar.

"Really, it hasn't changed at all." Zhuang Wangu under the oil-paper umbrella, muttered, walked into the inn, there are still nineteen hours, in the last nineteen hours, enjoy a rare calm, put away the oil-paper umbrella, and then called: "Shop, come to the star anise wine, three catties of beef." ”

Ordinary bamboo cup, the wine in the bamboo cup is slightly cloudy, no different from the original, the beef is cooked a little hard, not too bad, but chewy, the taste is also good, Zhuang Wangu held the wine glass, listening to the conversation of people from three mountains and five mountains, five lakes and four seas next to him.

The sudden noisy voice sounded, startling Zhuang Wangu, who was immersed in his own imagination, only to hear the angry scholar in the inn say: "What a beautiful Taoist aunt, what a good water spirit." In the same way, I heard drooling next to me.

Zhuang Wangu turned his head sideways and saw the beautiful Taoist aunt in the mouth of the sluggling scholar, sure enough, the light and delicate woman, wearing a delicate Taoist robe of glazed yellow, even more beautiful and cute of this young Taoist aunt in her twenties.

It's as delicate as a porcelain doll.

It's just that this Gu Zhuang Wan

Yes, if there is nothing wrong with his memory, this exquisite and incomparably innocent Virgin loves the Tongtian Sect Master to the extreme, and finally becomes the Tongtian Sect Master's boy, and gets the wish of the Wudang Virgin.

Our Lady sat down, and tears seemed to flow in her eyes: "Wine, the more the merrier." ”

At the moment, Xiao Er of the inn immediately served the wine, and there was not much at first, but after the Holy Mother of Wudang casually patted the ingot of gold, the shopkeeper personally dispatched and sent more than a dozen jars of good wine, but obviously at this time, the Holy Mother of Wudang would not care about any good wine or not, patted the wine jar, and the mouth of the altar was facing the cherry red lips, so she drank like this.

The wine flowed out more from the red lips, slid onto the clothes, the clothes were soaked with wine, and the body was even more exquisite, while drinking the wine, tears flowed down, and the angry scholar came over: "Little lady Daogu, but why are you angry, it's better to be like this, how about this son invite you to drink?" ”

"Get out." A faint reply.

"What do you say, tell this son to get out, you are willing to let the little lady say goodbye."

It's bad, Zhuang Wangu expected it, but he didn't have the slightest intention of stopping it, and when the Holy Mother had already made a move, the dust whisk was instantly handed over to his hand, and the delicate Bai Shengsheng's hand held the dust handle, and then patted it, and the angry scholar immediately became flesh and blood.

It seems that the Holy Mother of Wudang has no control over her power at all, and this blow not only killed the angry scholar, but also overflowed with energy, causing all the living beings in the entire street to be killed, and all the houses to be reduced to ruins.

Except for the table, the wine on the table, the beef on the table, the bench next to the table, the oil-paper umbrella leaning on the bench, and the middle-aged man sitting on the bench.

Zhuang Wangu did not stand up immediately, but listened quietly like this, listening to the Holy Mother of Wudang crying and laughing and drinking, sad people have no other arms, although I don't know why the Holy Mother of Wudang is so sad, but it is certain that she is very sad.

Finally, after waiting for a long time, Zhuang Wangu stood up.

"Don't do it, let's talk about it, say it or it will be better."

With a tuck of loose hair, the Virgin raised her head: "It's you." "Obviously recognized Zhuang Wangu.

"Maybe it would be better to talk about it." A wordless wry smile: "My business, you know it very clearly, my original goal was not to become Shizun's wife, lover, I knew that it was impossible, I just wanted to get closer to Shizun, and the boy who became Shizun was mine." ”

"When this is realized, when I am so close to the master, at the beginning, I am so happy and happy, I can see every subtle appearance of the master, but the happiness at the beginning can only represent more happiness in the future."

"It turns out that the closer you get, the deeper you think, and the more you miss it endlessly."

"I really want to be the wife of the master, but it seems impossible." The voice of the voice became smaller and smaller, Zhuang Wangu suddenly lowered his head, and saw that the cold knife was stabbing through the body of the Holy Mother of Wudang, and it was her own slender hand that held the knife.

The breath became weaker and weaker: "Such endless thoughts, endless pain, it is better to die." ”

"It's just that before I die, Master, do you know, I just want you to hug me, Master, can you hug me...... Embrace...... In vain...... One time. "The head of the mantis fell, and the Virgin died of anger, and the blood flowed down the knife.

In the past, the Holy Mother of Wudang was also a hero, serving as the deputy head of the sect, supporting the Emperor of Dongyin, competing for the hegemony of heaven and earth, and finally competing with the Duobao Dao people, almost forcing the Duobao Dao people to be defeated and killed, such a woman, but now she is dead, dying under her own knife.

Just because of that love word.

Between heaven and earth, love is difficult.

The Emperor of Dongyin loved the Holy Mother of Wudang crazy, and was willing to die for her, and finally died at her hands, and now, the Holy Mother of Wudang loved the teacher and loved it crazy, but the love was not successful, he didn't want to hate, and he was more and more painful, but in the end, he died in his own hands.

Love is so painful, it's better to cut it off.

Dong Yin and Wudang, these two have passed away, and at this time, from beginning to end, Zhuang Wangu, who witnessed this love and knew that the relationship between them was quite detailed, could only sigh.

The Buddha said that all people in the world, love and hate, are suffering.

The Taoist aunt in the yellow dress, the beautiful face, the sharp blade, the flowing blood, the cloudy wine on the table, the ruins next to it, and the snow-white dust that fell to the side, formed a beautiful scene, but the rain did not stop at all, rushing this scene, but all this was eternal in the heavy rain.

Zhuang Wangu clenched his wine glass, and then pinched it, and the wine glass shattered: "Or, I don't know much about the love-hate entanglement, I don't know your emotions, it's just that at the end of her life, it's not too much to hug her." ”

"In this way, it's too cruel, Lord Tongtian Sect Master, who is known for his affection." Zhuang Wangu looked at the restaurant opposite, all the guests in the restaurant had already been scared away by the blow of the Virgin Mary, and only that one person was there.