Kunlun Yujing Mountain, on top of a cliff, a thin figure sat on it, wearing a thin green shirt, looking a little weak in the cold wind.

It's just that the figure is in the cold mountain wind, but it seems that it has already lost all its vitality, just like the withered tree stump under the cliff, which seems to be blown down with the cold wind at any time.

But the body is as calm as a rock, as if it came from ancient times, rooted in the stone cliff, no matter the rain and wind blow, it cannot be shaken in the slightest. His eyes were closed, and his expression was wooden, as if he had fallen asleep.

But facing the red sun gradually rising in the eastern sky, from time to time there were faint white lines, from the void straight into the nose, but it proved that the person was still alive, that is, it was a cultivator who breathed and breathed on the top of the snowy mountain!

On a gray head, a little morning dew is reflected in the golden light, and the skin is fair like a baby, but the vicissitudes of the body are difficult to hide, it is actually an old man who is more than half a hundred years old.

In the void, there were faint purple qi faintly, manifesting and condensing from the unknown time and space. Hanging above the head of the figure, like a ceiling, very gorgeous, very beautiful.

There are thousands of scenery, thousands of worlds, facing the glorious sun. There are hundreds of millions of living beings, and the reincarnation of hundreds of lifetimes carries and floats in the long river of time and space, manifesting in the world.

There are also ancient gods and demons, roaring and shaking the sky, as if they came from ancient times, but they want to break through the barrier of time and space, resurrected here, the void shakes, and thousands of ripples ripples, and even the great sun in the sky seems to be shaking.

It was still a thousand fairylands, but in an instant, it turned into a tragic phenomenon of annihilation, but in an instant, with a flow of air, it was reduced to nothingness and submerged into the man's snort.

The early morning in the mountains is so distant and quiet, shrouded in dense mist, the clouds on the sea, a brilliant red sun illuminates the sky, and the entire Yukyo Beppu is reflected in the golden brilliance.

It is no wonder that the ancients always said that Kunlun is the imperial capital of the world and the first blessed land. Kunlun is indeed the source of Taoism in the world, the root of immortal Taoism!

Boom!

A slight sound came suddenly, gradually, as if it came from the ancient wilderness, from the deep cracks of time, reflected in the present, small and smart, but like Huang Zhong Da Lu, the pulse of heaven and earth.

A brilliant golden light suddenly manifested, from the quiet sitting figure, a bright fairy palace manifestation void, as if turning the pages of gorgeous pictures, bright and dazzling, spread out around the person, endless smallpox vision, like colorful silk weaving.

Dao golden ripples swept through the void, and with that sound, they spread like water waves and subsided. It was the sound of a person's heartbeat that fit the context of heaven and earth.

Call!

A soft cry came out, and the thousands of visions around him came to an abrupt end, turning into billions of golden glows and dissipating, and the person who had been sitting cross-legged, with his eyes closed, opened his eyes.

What kind of eyes were they, hollow, dim, like dead silence. But in the infinite dead silence, a little spark emerged, and there seemed to be an infinite heaven and earth in the haze, and hundreds of millions of starry sky flashed by.

Then the latter kind of vast vitality was like two monstrous flames, surging out from the Nine Netherworlds, penetrating the desolate land, reaching the sky, and reflecting outside the Nine Heavens.

The dead eyes gradually became moist, warm as jade, filled with a faint golden glow, looking directly at the red sun on the horizon. In the blur, there were golden ripples, causing the void to shake, and even the countless sea of clouds on the mountainside seemed to be touched by that gaze, and they actually drifted to both sides as if they were afraid.

"Another two hundred years. ”

A soft sigh, as if it had never sounded. The figure had risen up, standing on the edge of the cliff, looking at the rising sun in the sky, and a slight sense of vicissitudes suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The dew on the tips has long since disappeared, but the original old and torn robe shines with a hazy fairy light, and a faint five-colored halo appears, like water waves washing out, making the clothes around him look new.

Kiss!

A faint fluctuation came, and a strange qi began to emerge in the void, causing the upright figure to frown, and a pair of narrow eyes actually had a light purple brilliance appearing.

Outside the mountain, the sea of clouds was still there, and the red sun gradually dispersed the light and heat that mortals could not resist, but in the eyes of the old man, the sky suddenly dimmed.

Even the brilliance of the sun gradually dimmed, but the old man's gaze fell elsewhere, and in the shadow of the dim red sun, a purple star flashed away.

"This should be, is it the last time?"

Muttering to himself, the old man pouted with a little helpless sadness on his lips, then shook his head, put his hands behind his back, and turned to the path at the other end of the cliff.

At the other end of the cliff, there was a vast ruin, the ruins of the palace, silent and dead.

Among the ruins, there is a broken inscription, I don't know what year and month left, the mottled tablet, vaguely visible two words, jade void......

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