Jiang Ming scolded in his heart, then picked up the brush and wiped it on the sand. As soon as he made a stroke, he realized that something was wrong.

How can it be? The moment this brush touched the ground, there seemed to be a feeling gushing out of the body, a feeling of wanting to be hollowed out! What's more, the strange thing is that I don't know how to paint at all, but my body can't help but paint according to certain rules.

Jiang Ming looked at the old man suspiciously, he didn't know if the other party had the same feeling as himself. The only thing that is certain is that Jiang Ming tried to ask himself, he would definitely not be able to draw a large area like the other party. And although the other party looks embarrassed, he can draw it, which means something, at least his soul strength is terrifyingly strong.

"Boy, you found out." The old man, who did not continue to paint, recovered quickly, and although his face was still pale, at least it was not the same as if he was dead.

"Did you draw like this all along?" Jiang Ming nodded and asked the question he was most concerned about.

"Don't you have to realize compassion for others? This is the best way to do it. The old man said leisurely, seemingly clear about Jiang Ming's past.

“……”

Aren't you dead? How can he know that he is compassionate and unintentional?!

At this moment, Jiang Ming is obviously a naked woman, and he is ridiculous that he still thinks that others can't see anything.

"Hehe, boy, don't worry too much, you're indeed dead! However, this kind of death is different from ordinary death, and it is because of your obsession that you came to this beach. The old man smiled slightly: "Okay, if you can't comprehend that realm, then you are the same as me." Trapped here forever. ”

What the!

Jiang Ming couldn't believe his ears, this was actually a place for people to improve their realm comprehension. I haven't hung up yet, but I'm stuck in this inexplicable place. It's not much different from death.

"Do it, boy, you only have this one chance, time is running out!" The old man shook his head and motioned for him to continue drawing.

In this way, can we achieve the state of compassion and unintentionality?

Jiang Ming continued with skepticism the unfinished work at hand. Sure enough, as he sketched the lines, Jiang Ming felt more and more weak, and his prostration, exhaustion, and sleepiness filled his heart. He wanted to give up. But the strange thing is that this time he couldn't throw away the brush, but continued his previous work uncontrollably.

"Nima, I've been pitted!"

At this moment, Jiang Ming cursed in his heart, and the old man, who seemed harmless to humans and animals, still looked at himself quietly as if he hadn't seen it, motionless, without the slightest intention of rescuing.

Nature. Jiang Ming, who was hollowed out, couldn't stop painting, and when he reached the end, his consciousness was already blurred. It's all instinct, and it's going to be done bit by bit, and the movements are getting slower and slower.

"Is this the end of it?" After seeing the most sluggish, Jiang Ming still looked like he hadn't moved. The old man sighed, it seemed that he had failed as well.

It's just that Jiang Ming didn't do what he thought. At its peak, it will stop, perhaps very slowly. Maybe it was an instinctive move, but Jiang Ming fell into a muddy nightmare, and he was still struggling to move forward.

Seeing that he could continue in this state, the old man wanted to stop it, and his heart was full of anticipation, hoping that he would be able to complete the painting, after all, the old man had tried countless times, and the results all ended in failure.

He should be able to do it!

This process seems to have passed for a long time, as if tens of thousands of years have passed, Jiang Ming moved step by step, and finally when the ink on the inkstone was close to drying, this mysterious work was nearing the end. When Jiang Ming dropped that heavy stroke, he didn't seem to be able to support it, and his whole person was like a wilted daylily, and his eyes fell to the ground.

"Something is wrong! Wrong! ”

Seeing the completion of the work, the old man was not happy, but was full of anger: "This is impossible, this is impossible!" He lied to me, and now that the work is complete, there is no turnaround! God, you deceived me! ”

Tears flowed horizontally, the old man trembled, knelt on the ground, the old man's demeanor of joking and scolding disappeared without a trace, and at this moment there was only a desperate old man on the beach.

No one knew what was going on, and the old man was powerless to tell what had happened to him, and the originally bright and glamorous sea seemed to be laughing at the two losers.

Yes, they were played by fate! Played mercilessly by God!

Maybe what is compassionate and compassionate, it is not a thing.

……

"And God said, Let there be light, and there was light. But God is merciless, He created the world and did not eliminate the suffering, so let me end it! ”

The young man who was like a dead dog slowly got up, and at this moment his eyes were no longer godless and desperate, but replaced by shining tears, Jiang Ming casually raised the brush horizontally, as if it was his long sword, raised it above his head, and slowly slashed down.

Without a blow of energy fluctuations, it seems to be completely ineffective, quiet beach, without any changes. The breeze gently caressed his face, as if to persuade him to give up.

Sou! One time.

Sou! Sou! Two.

Sou! Sou! Sou! Three times.

Sou! Sou! Sou! Sou! Countless slashes......

Thundered!

The blue sky was overcast and filled with thunder, and a violent hurricane suddenly swirled on the calm sea, and lightning fell from the sky in a dense manner, as if to tear apart this false world.

"Click, click~~"

A slight crack appeared on the beach, and then gradually expanded, Jiang Ming's eyes were full of compassion, there was no resentment, no sadness, only the hope for the future and tomorrow.

The world will be created by me!

Jiang Ming picked up the old man who was in despair, and said in a low voice: "I think, I know what the realm of compassion and unintentional is, thank you!" We can go back now. ”

"Go back?" The change in heaven and earth made the old man panic, but the moment he touched his arm, the old man felt the difference.

This is a realm that he has spent countless hours still not reaching!

To be precise, it is to create the future and reshape the world by yourself!

"Young man, do you know the way? When I was a little gray rabbit, I knew that all this was unreal. I'm in pain, and I want my strength to save everything. It's a pity that the Intelligent Emperor is too powerful, and I can only fail in the face of him, and at the end of the day, I can only look for a way to defeat him. When I realized from the apocalypse of heaven and earth that only by understanding compassion and unintentionality can we save all this, I embarked on the path of inquiry. Until now, I have not been able to comprehend, I can only be regarded as a ghost, and my body may have been controlled by the Intelligent Emperor long ago. ”

The old man calmly recounted his past, his face full of a faint smile: "I can't go back." Child, you are okay, you are different, you can save the Barre Star. Go ahead! Accomplish your mission and remember, the future is with you and me. ”

As soon as the words fell, the heavens and the earth began to crack, and this lifeless beach and sea became countless fragments like pieces of paper, including the old man. Jiang Ming watched all this quietly, and tears had long since fallen quietly from his face.

……

"Cadiz, just wait to be swallowed by the darkness!" Gao Li, who turned into a dark god of death, said with a blank face and a blank face.

In the space, there is darkness, the darkness that swallows everything, turning everything into a deathly silence, and in the center of the ball of darkness, there is an insignificant ball of white, which is fighting unrelentingly, and has not been eroded by the darkness for a long time.

Boom!

The insignificant white ball flashed with a white light in an instant, and the darkness that plagued it instantly became nothingness. At this moment, the handsome man's face became more and more resolute, his whole body exuded an incomparably divine light, a pair of wide white wings flapped on his back, and Cadiz held a silver-white long sword in his hand.

"I didn't expect you to push me to this point." Cadiz said with a smile: "It's been a long time since I used my true form, I'm afraid it's a thousand years!" ”

The angel, the spokesman of light, the god of death, the servant of darkness, the collision of the two, seems to be the reincarnation of fate in that mythical story.

Gao Li didn't expect that an intelligent person who was just good at the power of the light attribute would still have such a power hidden. The Cadiz in front of him, the feeling of coercion brought to him, was like a mountain, unclimbable, and he was a sea, surging. (To be continued......)