Brilliant light shvelled the Qianling, and the terrifying formation finally opened after two hundred years of silence and waiting, completing its destiny.

Li Shimin struggled with all his might, and desperately used a lot of martial arts to seek a glimmer of life.

The woman in the dragon robe came to Li Shimin's body and looked at his handsome face calmly, "Your Majesty, leave with the concubines, this array is designed by the master, Li Chunfeng perfected, and finally sacrificed himself to lay it, you are destined to fall here." A flame ignited in her.

Li Shimin looked at her coldly, "Don't think!" The golden dragon roared and killed the woman in the dragon robe.

However, the power accumulated in Qianling for two hundred years once exploded, and the power was huge, and it was not at all something that he could shake by his own strength.

The woman in the dragon robe hugged him and said gently, "Your Majesty, do you remember, when I just entered the palace and was named a talented person by you......"

"Get out of here!" Li Shimin roared, trying to shake the dragon-robed woman away, but he couldn't do it, and the flames caused by the formation continued on his body.

The woman in the dragon robe looked at him, "Your Majesty, everything is already doomed, and you can't hide from it, just like Shizun, he can't escape the fate of being killed by you back then." ”

The firelight is more gorgeous, the brilliant brilliance illuminates all the darkness, and the bright light is the ultimate splendor, beautiful.

It was as if the sun and the moon were in the sky.

Li Shimin roared, "Wu Cao, I am unwilling!"

The woman in the dragon robe hugged him tightly, "Don't be afraid, I am with you, in fact, I admire you more than your son, but fate has long been doomed, I am the only empress through the ages, and he has promoted all this, but he has not been able to escape fate......"

The murmur echoed, the firelight burned to the extreme brilliance, and the entire Qianling collapsed with a bang, and the ruins covered everything.

Looking at this scene, Yan Shi Yu said, "What a beautiful flame, but it's a pity that after the extreme beauty, it often represents destruction." ”

He jumped out and looked indifferently at the Qianling Tomb, which had become a wilderness, where the two emperors who had once ruled the land were buried.

But even if you are as noble as an emperor, ruling the world, sitting on thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, you are still a handful of dust.

Who in the world can be immortal?

......

On the top of Maoshan Mountain, Sima Chengzhen stared at the twelve veins around him, and only the last two remained.

These were the last two shackles that bound him in this world, and he was going to cut them off.

His figure has long since etherealized into nothingness.

Standing in mid-air, he was like an immortal, about to feather away.

Suddenly, the void he stood in began to crumble, forming a hollow, and he, without the slightest medium to support him, was gradually engulfed by the nothingness.

He smiled and shouted, "Poor Yu!"

Another sword slashed.

This sword is invisible, without any edge.

But after a sword, it cut through the space, cut the outline of heaven and earth, opened the gap between time and space, and exposed the tip of the iceberg beyond the vastness beyond heaven and earth.

Sima Chengzhen stared at the scenery outside the world indifferently, and muttered, "The last sword is still missing." ”

There is only one last vein left that binds him.

Suddenly, an invisible force enveloped him.

His hair turned gray at a rate visible to the naked eye, and many wrinkles appeared on his face in an instant, as if he had been deprived of decades of age in an instant.

He laughed.

He wielded his last sword in this world.

So simple, so plain, so immortal!

"All the time!"

A sword came out, cutting off time, cutting off the years, and transcending time.

The last vein is gone.

"The twelve veins disappear, the primordial flood is famine, the source of man returns to the sky, the immortal is born, from now on I am an immortal!" Sima Chengzhen took one last look at the world, and his figure disappeared into nothingness.

At the same time, a flat voice resounded in the ears of many powerful people in the world, "Poor Dao Sima Chengzhen, Daomen Xuan Emperor, the twelfth generation of Maoshan Sect in charge, practicing Sijiazi, the merit is complete, and now it is feathered away at the top of Maoshan Mountain, and you all learn from it." ”

"Sima old thief, you still have to go first after all!" On Mount Hua, a sleepy young man suddenly woke up and scolded with a smile to the sky, his name was Chen Tuo.

After scolding, he went back to sleep.

"You fly up to yours, and I sleep mine, and when the day I have slept enough, I will go up to meet you." ”

In the Zhongnan Mountain, an old man with white hair raised his head and stared at the sky, and said, "Since the Pure Yang Patriarch, it is indeed your Sima Ziwei who is the first to ascend the peak of the Immortal Dao." ”

At the same time, seven or eight monks and Confucian figures made different exclamations and moods.

On the top of the Qianling, the corners of Yan Shi's mouth hooked up a smile, "Master, if there is fate, maybe we will meet again." ”

He looked at Guo Que'er, "Uncle Shi, what do you think now?"

Guo Qi'er was stunned, and said, "He is really a thousand times better than me, I choose to give up and compare with him, it is really a wise decision." ”

Song Wentong's brothers and sisters walked out of the Qianling Tomb at some point, and sighed, "Sima Xianchang is worthy of being the top figure in the Daomen once in hundreds of years, cutting off the fetters of heaven and man, feathering and ascending to immortals, such a realm, the last one to reach is Lu Zu." ”

Yan Shi looked at the two of them with a smile, "I still want to ask a question, what is the Longquan Treasure?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Guo Que'er, who felt an invisible pressure, and reluctantly took out a wooden box and threw it to him, "Are you still afraid that I won't be able to swallow it privately, am I that kind of person?"

Yan Shi took the box, took out the Heavenly Mother Gu that Hou Qing handed over to him for "safekeeping", and untied the Miao Jiang Holy Gu on it.

Song Wentong's brother and sister glanced at each other, and finally Song Wenwei hugged his fists and said, "The so-called Longquan treasure is actually an immortal thing written by Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng in the past, I think you should have heard of it." ”

After saying this, the two left the place.

Yan Shi's eyebrows moved, and he muttered, "Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng's joint work, is it ......?"

He opened the box, and inside it was a pamphlet, sixty pages in all.

Guo Que'er looked strange and said, "It turned out to be a push back map, this thing does have the power to change the world......"

Yan Shi ignored her, and looked carefully at the sixty pages of paper full of prophecies, his face suddenly became extremely solemn, and he muttered, "There is actually such a method......

Guo Qi'er frowned and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Yan Shi looked up at her, "I'm leaving too." ”

"Also?" Guo Qi'er looked up at the sky, "Do you want to learn from my junior brother?"

She spoke with disbelief.

Yan Shi didn't answer her question, pointing to the last of the sixty pages.

Guo Qi'er looked at it and was in a trance.

"The forces of the Xuanming Sect and the Great Liang will all belong to you, and I may or may not come back again. ”

As soon as the words fell, a flash of light flashed, and he disappeared without a trace.

Guo Que'er stared blankly at the empty space and was silent for a long time.

After a long time, she thought about the contents of the last page, stood on a high place, looked at the rivers and mountains, and muttered

"One yin and one yang, no beginning and no end.

The end is the end, and the beginning is the beginning. ”

"The vast days are sought here, and the rise and fall of the world is not free.

There are thousands of words to say...... It's better to push your back and go to rest!"

"Go to rest!"

PS The end of this volume is a little abrupt.,The world view is very large.,I didn't write much.,But the name of this volume is "Painting the Bad People in the Rivers and Lakes", and it has nothing to do with the bad people if you continue to write.

And just like the last sentence "Thousands of words are endless, it is better to push back and go to rest".

So this is the end of this volume, and there will probably be a volume that will continue to write about this world in the future, but that's another story.