Endless darkness, time and space have no concept here.? Chinese A fragment blooms with a faint light, and it is impossible to tell whether it is big or small. This fragment slowly enlarged.......

The sun in the sky is the remnant sun, and the earth is barren for tens of thousands of miles. There are no fireworks in the world, only the grass is miserable and white clouds. Occasionally, a small tree grows suddenly, which is even more desolate.

Black and white walls, black and white buildings. A very small Taoist temple, and the main entrance is even smaller. hung a couplet, the upper link: one 23 Wu 6 Qi Jiu, the lower link: gold, wood, water, fire, earth, yin and yang, chaos. The horizontal batch is even more strange, with the word end written.

In front of the door is three tiers of stairs, all of which are made of bluestone slabs.

Not far to the left of the stairs is a tree, gently swaying.

At this time, a man who looked no more than middle-aged was wearing a Taoist robe.

Suddenly, the tree began to wither, and leaf by leaf fell. There are names written on it, Chen Jishan, Bai Yujia, Yue Jiu, Zhao Qingzhi, Zhang Xuandao, Wu Daofa.......

The middle-aged man's hand shook suddenly, and then slowly calmed down. There were dead leaves on the ground, and the middle-aged man slowly stood up and pushed open the door of the small Taoist temple. There was nothing inside, only a faint trace of divine consciousness....... The middle-aged man was already in tears.

Further ahead, the main hall houses a statue of the deity. Probably the only exception here, not black and white, but colorful colors, the appearance of a woman.

The magic power that I just got again and again, the art of dream truth and falsehood, the technique of deduction again and again, again and again, again and again, still failed again....... Perhaps he had long been accustomed to this result, and the middle-aged Taoist was just silent.

"Go on. A voice came from the sky, followed by a huge eye, full of ancient aura.

The middle-aged humane nodded. "The Three Hundred and Eighty-First ......"

In the fairy world, palaces were reduced to pieces. At this time, he was Xuanrui, Emperor Xuan, the emperor of all souls in the world. All living beings raised their heads at this time, and there was only heaven above their heads, and there was no such nation!

Rui Xuan was dressed in black, and there were endless shouts behind him, but he stopped. Two roads. One is to destroy the core of the fairy world, and all living beings will stand up, isn't this what they want, isn't this the result of thousands of years? She was going to die soon, and she had to choose one. Hesitate....... In the end, he still chose righteousness, and there will be no immortals in the world from now on!

It's just that there is one more person waiting, waiting for 100,000 years, just to see each other again! Wandering in the endless universe, just to find your breath. Relying on the will of one person to transform time and space, just to find that trace of change, to find that little bit of difference.

The middle-aged Taoist slowly closed his eyes, and could vaguely see a woman, smiled slightly, and said, "Xianggong, I've been waiting for you for a long time." ”

"Lady, I'm here......" A strange aura rose in the middle-aged Taoist body. In the universe, the huge and boundless monster also slowly closed its eyes. The tree in front of the Taoist temple flourished again, growing leaves one by one, and the veins became names.......

I don't know what will happen this time. Will you wake up? Wake up, wake up, don't wake up, it's fine.

What a hard worker.

Most of the hard-working people are negative people. (To be continued.) )