Change the day and recreate the blue sky!

The picture scroll of the gods is like the sky and the sun, the candle shines on the netherworld, the world, all the earth, mountains and rivers, the four seas and five lands can not be seen.

Far away in the sky, the bright stars that were about to fall trembled and were about to fall, and they looked dim under the light of the gods, and gradually faded, as if they had regained their peace.

And the divine light that burst out of the Divine Array Diagram, as if it was spreading towards the depths of the Star Sea under the blessing of infinite strength, slowly but firmly, seemed to incorporate the Infinite Star Sea into the Atlas.

A monstrous catastrophe that is about to befall is so dissipated invisibly.

Ordinary beings in the world may not know what is happening, but Daqing, Zhonglu, all the mountain gods, land and river gods, all of them can't help but bow down at this moment.

Like a pilgrimage, offer your own admiration.

This worship is not about whether the supernatural power is powerful or not, but about thanking for the grace of salvation.

"Teacher ......"

On the platform of the gods in Qingdu, Sa Wuling's clothes moved without wind, and his expression was sad:

"You once said that the teacher has something to do, and the disciple has something to do, why don't you let the disciple do it......

He sighed softly.

If possible, he would have risen to the sky and fought side by side with the teacher, even if he died, but the world was undecided.

The spirit of heaven and earth was only expelled from the four seas and lands, not really disappeared.

The Emperor will still be reborn one day in the future, and if he dies, who will suppress him?

For a while, Sa Wuling was silent in his heart.

Call~

On the god platform of the Nanlu Bingyang, the old man sang indulgently:

"There is no way for good and evil, only people call themselves. The retribution of good and evil follows you like a shadow....... Ji people speak well, regard good, and do good. There are three virtues in one day, and the blessings will fall from heaven in three years. The murderer speaks evil, sees evil, and does evil, and there are three evils in one day, and in three years the heavens will bring disaster....."

The long song reverberates, like a song and a cry.

The old man burst into tears, bowed long, and hung down his robe:

"True people's merit is greater than the sky, and they will get great results!"

At this moment, no one in the world was shaken, even if it was black and white, a touch of awe could not help but rise in his heart.

And for the real people of the primordial gods in the netherworld, this taste is unbearable.

At the moment when the spiritual machine of heaven and earth was replaced by 'Qi', the most inductive thing was naturally these primordial gods, who could not perceive the aura of heaven and earth, and heaven and earth had become a place of absolute spirits.

All the primordial gods couldn't help but change their color, and one by one they drummed up their mana, urging them to use magic weapons, and fled one after another.

In the mezzanine between the netherworld and the human world, the aura is also disappearing, replaced by the 'Qi' slowly but firmly, expelled, if you stay here for a long time, once something goes wrong, your life will be buried!

Of course, more importantly, the 'Scroll of Cycle of Life and Death' that they peeped at was no longer in the netherworld.

Forcibly entering the netherworld, you can't get it at all.

For a while, all the onlookers scattered, even the unwilling old monk could only let out a long sigh and urge the boat to disappear into the cracks.

Whew~~~

The air is blowing, and the divine light is dim.

Under the gaze of everyone, the picture scroll of the gods that covered the sky and the sun, like a canopy of heaven covering everything, gradually faded when the stars disappeared, until they disappeared into the void.

Impossible to trace, unpredictable, it is like completely disappearing from heaven and earth.

It seems that it is only an extreme time, and the calm has been restored above the sky, there is no divine light, no thunder sea, no white-clothed Taoist, no starry sky divine court, no more the picture scroll that shrouds the sky like a canopy, and no more terrifying oppression that makes people's hearts palpitate.

Everything, as if it had never happened at all.

If it weren't for the fact that the entire Netherworld was still in tatters, like ruins.

He's dead??

At the head of the Netherworld, Xie Qi was stunned, even he couldn't perceive the traces of the scroll at this time, but he could faintly feel that this was just the beginning, and everything had not yet settled.

But in any case, the catastrophe that destroyed the world will not come.

For a while, my heart was a little empty.

For more than 2,000 years, the only thing he cared about was this catastrophe, and even he was ready to be buried in the catastrophe.

At this time, the catastrophe seemed to be eliminated, but he didn't know why his heart was a little empty.

Even, there was a hint of confusion.

I don't know where I'm going.

"Seventh Brother ......"

Hei Wuchang took a deep breath, suppressed the boiling in his heart, and spoke:

"Fujun, I didn't see the wrong person......."

At this moment, even he had to admit that An Qisheng was really stronger than them, at least, they were not sure that they would be able to survive this catastrophe.

Not to mention, counting the heavens with people, sealing the heavens, and brutally expelling the heaven and earth spirits.

"yes...... I'm not as good as him. ”

Xie Qi nodded lightly, and looked at the yellow dog on the edge of the 'everything you need' altar with an expressionless face, as if he was stupid:

"Your lord, do you have anything else to say?"

Ever since An Qisheng broke his body, this yellow dog has been stupid and stupid, silent, as if he had received a great blow, and his spirit was extremely decadent.

"Old man......"

Hearing Xie Qi's question, the yellow dog only felt that his spirit drifted down from a long distance, and his trance-like eyes moved, with a little more vitality:

"Master, master, he wants you to feather ......."

This opening, hoarse and low like a cuckoo crying blood, makes people feel sad and gloomy.

"Feathering?"

Black Impermanence's eyes moved:

"What did An Daoyou say?"

Even Hei Wuchang himself didn't notice it, invisibly, the words that An Qisheng might leave behind already had a very heavy weight in his heart.

"Feathering."

The yellow dog lowered his head, and a tear soaked his hair and dripped down, and it was difficult to hide the grief in his heart:

"The lord said that after the feather ascension, you may find the ...... you want."

What do we want?

Xie Qi's face was still indifferent, but his eyes flickered slightly, and he was thoughtful.

What does he want?

He wants your brothers to be reborn from the dead!

Feathering, feathering.......

'What do we want after the Feather Ascension?' Is what he said true, or does he want to trick me into ascending with Seventh Brother so as not to clash with his old apprentice.....

The thought flashed in Hei Wuchang's heart, and he never shy away from thinking about everyone and everything with the greatest malice.

Even though the power of that Tai Chi Dao person at the last moment had surpassed the Mandate of Heaven, and even the former Emperor of the Mansion, he didn't think that he was really omniscient.

Throughout the ages, no one knew what he was going to face after the feathering, and how could he know?

It was more likely that he would trick them into ascending, lest he threaten his old apprentice with gray hair.

But at this time, there is no possibility of being sophisticated.

He cut off the distracting thoughts in his heart, and there was a trace of pity in his eyes when he looked at the yellow dog:

"Your master is gone, in the future, stay in the netherworld."

"Master, he's not dead!"

The yellow dog suddenly raised his head, and there seemed to be a flame burning in his teardropping eyes:

"Master, master won't die!"

As he spoke, the yellow dog spread out his palm, and a long strand of hair was tightly clutched in its paws, and the breeze blew and fluttered.

A hair ......

"Master, master told me that he will definitely come back......."

The yellow dog's reddened eyes looked at the hair in his paws, and added:

"Sir, he will definitely come back, he promised me......."

The yellow dog muttered to himself, and his heart gradually became firm, the master will not lie to me.

'He just doesn't want you to die......

Hei Wuchang shook his head in his heart.

He is extremely sensitive to death, how can he not see that this yellow dog has the will to die, if it weren't for this hair to sustenance in his heart, I am afraid that it would be as early as the moment when An Qisheng broke his body.

has already rushed into the sea of thunder to die.......

.......

Time seems to be able to erase everything.

No matter how beautiful you are, a heroic man with unparalleled talent, and a saint respected by the world, you can't resist the rush of history.

The years have passed, and it has been 300 years in a blink of an eye.

The once earth-shattering war seems to have been forgotten by the world with the passage of time.

The sun sets and the moon rises, the wind blows the clouds, there is nothing thrilling, some are just plain as water.

The sky blue wind blows lightly, and the white clouds float on the river, leisurely and quiet.

Whining~

The sound of a long whistle resounded through the wilderness.

A car is speeding on a straight or curved road, and the wind blows the grass and trees on both sides.

In a box somewhere in car A, Sa Wuling sat by the window, looking at the grass and trees retreating at a rapid pace outside, and a trace of amazement flashed in his heart.

Three hundred years is not a short time.

Galloping roads have reached the five continents, passed through thousands of mountains and rivers, and even the footprints of human beings have spread across the four seas with the huge steel ships.

With the disappearance of the spiritual machine of heaven and earth and the closure of the netherworld, there have never been even demons and ghosts in the world, and the population is far more than dozens of times that of three hundred years ago.

Not only the middle continent, but also the other four continents, there are also human kingdoms established under the support of Qin Tianjian.

The world is prosperous and prosperous, like cooking oil in a blazing fire.

100,000 years from the past to the present, there is no such grand occasion as it is today.

"Teacher, is the world as you wish today?"

Sa Wuling stroked his beard, his eyes were faint, with nostalgia.

In the past three hundred years, he has traveled all over the world, once went deep into the end of the Arctic glacier, looked at the aurora at the end of the world, and also went to the West Pole on the sea of fire, and saw the place of sunset.

He also stepped out of the sky, crossed the starry sky by boat, and walked through the stars.

However, even though he has come to the end of the pure one, and he can step on the destiny of heaven at any time, which is comparable to the teacher three hundred years ago, he still can't find the trace of the teacher.

It seems that everything has completely disappeared with the disappearance of that picture scroll of the gods.

"It's here! It's here! I saw the Taiji Mountain Heavenly Master's Mansion! ”

"Yikes! It's true! I saw it too! ”

"There are so many people, there are so many people, there are people on the mountain and down the mountain!"

At this time, there were bursts of exclamations in the carriage, and the young soldiers were lying on the window and looking into the distance.

Sa Wuling raised his eyebrows and looked.

The mountains in the distance are majestic, and the palaces on the top of the mountains stretch for dozens of miles, and at this moment, there are countless pilgrims on and off the mountain.

"Taiji Mountain ....."

Sa Wuling muttered to himself slightly, and a long and high-pitched sound of steam had already pierced the sky, and the car had arrived at the station.

The crowd came out in a stream, and it was very lively.

Sa Wuling walked behind the crowd, but did not follow the flow to the Taiji mountains, but walked out of the crowd and walked on the straight official road.

Today's Liangzhou is no longer comparable to what it used to be, with three hundred and ninety years of development, Liangzhou has become the most desirable state in Daqing, and even in the minds of many people, it is a more sacred place than Qingzhou, where Qingdu City is located.

Even if it is almost dusk at this time, and the sun is about to set, this official road can be said to be full of traffic, crowds of people, and the ten-zhang wide official road seems a little crowded.

"A copy of the latest newspaper? A few days ago, after reigning for 300 years, Jinshang announced his abdication, and this newspaper has the most detailed information. ”

There are many nearby businesses hawking, and the most concerned is a young man chanting a newspaper waving.

"Huh?"

Sa Wuling bought a copy, and while walking, what was said above was indeed the emperor's abdication, and it was also a big book for the emperor.

It is said that it is still in power to the people, perfectly adhering to the will of the previous emperor, and has never been hereditary.

"But I forgot ......"

Sa Wuling couldn't help but smile dumbly.

He was anxious to follow the traces of his teacher, but he forgot about Wang Evil, and now calculated, this violent man is not an emperor who has been an emperor for three hundred years?

However, he didn't pay too much attention to it, and put away the newspaper casually.

By this time, the sun had completely set, darkness had fallen, and the place was far away from the bustling city, but there were no pedestrians.

The rising silver moon swayed like water and moonlight, spreading through this mass grave for a long time, and it was extremely cold.

Faintly, you can also see the dilapidated Yizhuang in the mass grave.

Goodbye to this Yizhuang, even Isaac Wuling's state of mind is a little sour.

This is the place where he once met his teacher.

He had a hunch that if he couldn't find the teacher's trace here, he would never have the opportunity to see the teacher again in his life.

Call~

Sa Wuling stepped out and had already stepped into the ruins of Yizhuang.

Three hundred years later, the long-definite Yizhuang has long since collapsed, everything inside has rotted, and the only wooden house is crumbling in the night wind.

It seemed to be about to collapse in the next moment, but it had a sense of immobility.

Whining~

There was a ghostly cry between the ruins.

"Old dog."

Sa Wuling's eyes were soft, and he called softly.

The sound of 'wooing' was not the sound of a ghost crying, but a yellow dog crawling among the ruins, whimpering lowly.

After three hundred years of wind and rain, the reason why that wooden house did not fall was naturally not because of how tough it was, but because the yellow dog always lay in the wooden house.

The yellow dog crawled in the dust, and between its curled bodies, a strand of hair could be seen fluttering in the wind.

"Old Man Sa ....."

The yellow dog didn't raise his head, and replied weakly:

"Call me Emperor Gou, this is the name given to me by the master......."

Airplanes~

At this moment, a soft buzzing sound sounded.

The yellow dog jumped up suddenly, and just wanted to bark, but he didn't know what to remember, and became cautious again.

I saw that the hair that was originally inserted on the ground by it seemed to sense something, and it seemed to have been accumulated, and suddenly there was a glimmer of light.

Then, the light split in two, and disappeared into the body of a man and a dog.

Call~

Sa Wuling's clothes moved without wind.

He closed his eyes slightly, and in a trance, there seemed to be a familiar voice, flowing from nothingness into his heart.

It seems to be a moment, and it seems to be a long time.

Sa Wuling slowly opened his eyes, and saw the yellow dog that was full of energy and swept away the weak posture before jumping into the air, and let out a high-pitched, long, and long-lasting howl to the moon:

"Whew~~~"

The glow in his eyes flickered, and Sa Wuling lowered his eyes, as if he was talking to himself and wondering:

"The ...... of the Dead"