In the netherworld, there is a legend that there is a three-life stone, there is an old woman next to the stone will hold a bowl of soup that can not see the color, and when you meet someone, she will reach out to the bowl and let the other party drink, but when you want to take the bowl to see, the old woman will disappear without a trace, which makes many people think that it is their own hallucination, thinking that this is the mystery of the netherworld. Returning to the Yang world, he said it, but he couldn't say why, just a mysterious event.

Now there was a person next to the Sansheng Stone, but there was no old woman with a bowl of soup with a mist of ashes.

The name of the Lord of the Shura Realm is Iris Blood, and there are no more than five people in the world who know her real name, at least in Iris Blood's heart. She looked at the motionless old swordsman standing on the edge of the Sansheng Stone, her brows moved slightly, and a river of blood immediately appeared on the side of the Sansheng Stone, surging and rushing.

"Who are you?" Iris asked, and Iris slowly approached when he saw him, stopping not far away.

"You don't know me, but I know you." The man said.

"You know me? How could I not have seen you? Iris said.

Iris didn't know him, but Chen Jing would definitely know him here, but he was just an old swordsman in his heart, and as for his true identity, Chen Jing didn't know.

"Oh, I remember, your name was Bei Ling back then."

Iris's eyes narrowed again: "What were you doing at that time?" ”

"I am suppressed in this hell."

"Who the hell are you?" Iris asked.

"In the first performance of heaven and earth, there are three tribes that dominate the wilderness, the phoenix, the dragon, and the unicorn. However, it was only overnight that the three tribes declined. Canglong entered humanity and turned into the emperor's dragon spirit, wanting to be reborn through the human reverence and belief in the emperor. The phoenix itself has the ability to be reborn, but after being reborn, it went to Haotian's side and entered the heavenly court, wanting to regain control of the heavenly dao. And I'm ......"

"Are you the Qilin Ancestor?" Iris said.

The old swordsman couldn't help but recall that he was forced away from Qilin Cliff by Emperor Jun and Donghuang and faked his death to escape. I couldn't help but think of the moment when I rode the unicorn beast in the reincarnation and met Tongtian, Yuanshi, and Nanluo, those people were all his latecomers, but they all came from behind, which made him extremely unwilling, but he was a little helpless. A moment of wind and clouds, a moment of heaven and earth. The era of him and the phoenix and the dragon crisscrossing the world has passed, and that time is the era of the twelve ancestors of the Di Jun, Taiyi, and Wu clans, and then the south falls, which is the three ancestors of the Daomen, and now, he looks up at the sky, and the current heaven and earth belong to the people in this wind and rain, and it is their time. It turns out that this heaven and earth never belong to anyone, it is eternal and unchanging, and it is constantly changing.

"Why are you telling me this now?" Shura Realm Lord Iris Blood asked.

He was silent for a long time, and the twin swords in his blood sleeves jumped, as if they were about to fly out at any time to cut off the head of the Qilin Ancestor and drink his Qilin bloodline. Just when the little patience of the kite blood was about to be worn out, the Qilin Ancestor spoke: "Because, I am going to die, I am finally going to leave this world, and I have been dead since the moment I faked my death and fled. The phoenix is making its last effort in the sky, the dragon is continuing life in another way on earth, and I, am I going to die? ”

Before he could finish speaking, his body had already collapsed.

Iris was shocked, she didn't realize that he said so many words were actually dead, and in a flash, he had already arrived at the side of the Qilin Ancestor, and when he wiped his body, it was already cold, and there was a wound on his chest, which looked like an ordinary sword pierced into the heart, but Iris knew that this was impossible, he only looked at this wound and felt the residual breath of this wound, and he understood that this was stabbed by the Qingyan Sword, and it was only the Qingyan Sword of Nanluo.

"Could it be him? Is it him, is he here to pick up Meng Ziyi? Did he already have a way to separate Meng Ziyi from Sanshengshi? Did he take the blood crystal on the banks of the Blood River? Is the Northern Spirit resurrected? The question in her heart, no one could answer her, she looked up at the sky, and saw only the obscure wind and rain. The wind seems to blow deep into the soul, and the rain is like silk, lingering into the flesh and bones.

The blood of the kis turned around and stepped out, the dark earth of the underworld was red with blood, and a river of blood came out of thin air, mighty and surging, and the blood of the kite had already disappeared.

When he disappeared, there was a golden light rushing in the darkness, and there was a faintly visible world in the golden light, which was the Lingshan Mountain Bliss, which was actually connected by the opening up, and a monk stepped out of the netherworld, entered the netherworld, and disappeared into the darkness in one step, but the Lingshan was still visible in the sky of the netherworld, and the golden light was faint, like water waves.

The ethereal spirit stood under the mirror platform, and a little golden light came from far and near in the darkness. It seems to be leisurely, but in fact it is fast, and it has already appeared in front of the ethereal spirit in a blink of an eye.

The mirror on the mirror platform is reflected in a monk, and in fact, it is indeed a monk standing in front of the ethereal spirit.

"What is the meaning of Lingshan Shizun coming here?" The Ethereal Spirit said.

"Lingshan has bliss, and I am willing to share it with Taoist friends." Lingshan Shizun said.

The void spirit smiled and said, "There is hell in the netherworld, and Daoists take it by themselves. She seemed to be extremely clear about the meaning of the Lingshan World Venerable.

"Good." Lingshan Shizun said, the words fell, the golden light on his body flashed, and he disappeared into the darkness.

After he left, the ethereal spirit looked up at the sky, the wind and rain of the yang world seemed to have blown into the yin world, and she suddenly seemed to say to the big demon next to her: "This is not mine, and it will not be his, anyone who wants to take it for himself will be swallowed by this world, no matter how high his mana is." ”

Above the Nine Heavens, there were thousands of words in Chen Jing's heart, all of which were shattered and dissipated under Ye Qingxue's stabbing sword.

Ye Qingxue's sword is different from everyone's, she is the sword of thunder, it is not a sword light, but a thunder light, which is transformed by the spirit of her whole person, and it is fused with the imperial sword.

Shine the heavens and the earth, and the boundless wind and rain will be overshadowed.

Pierce into the temple above the nine heavens.

Chen Jing's whole body was white and bright at that moment, and he stretched out one hand, not seeing how fast he was, but he was able to resist the sword with his palm.

A sword stabbed into Chen Jing's palm, and the temple where Chen Jing was located actually began to collapse in an instant, and the collapsed temple turned into a black hole, and the wind and rain stopped in an instant. However, the sword did not pierce Chen Jing's palm.

In the palm of his hand was a watery eye full of dreams, which was only a fraction of a centimeter from the tip of the sword.

Chen Jing looked at Ye Qingxue's eyes behind the cold golden mask, only for a moment, but it seemed like tens of millions of years had passed.

With this mutual gaze, Chen Jing knew that some things could not be changed, just like the decision of the senior sister. A few years ago, in the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, the scene before the senior sister put on the mask turned out to be a farewell.

"My body was originally given by my senior sister, so let's return it to my senior sister."

Before Chen Jing's words fell, the sword stabbed into the palm of his hand, and Chen Jing's body cracked in an instant, and then scattered like powder, just like the clay statue collapsed after being hit hard, falling to the earth with the wind and rain.

The feeling of that body being fragmented was indescribable, and even with Chen Jing's current state of mind, he felt extremely painful. However, when his body was shattered, he had a kind of fish into the sea, a kind of lightness and joy to return to heaven and earth, and his mind dispersed into heaven and earth, connecting hundreds of millions of living beings in heaven and earth.

The boundless faith, the boundless wishing power made him no longer have the slightest pain of losing his body, and this empty world seemed to have become his body at this moment. The hearts of billions of living beings were in his heart, and that boundless power of desire and faith woke him from the brink of intoxication, disillusionment, and disorientation. However, it was just that moment of connecting with heaven and earth that made him transform.

At this moment, he understood that no one could enjoy this belief alone, but he was afraid that no one would have such an opportunity to sense hundreds of millions of living beings with a single thought.

In a dark whirlpool, a green lamp is rising and falling, a monument is standing like a rock, a Guanghan sword quietly exudes moon-white brilliance, a shell looms, and a big red shrimp next to it seems to be about to rush out, but it seems that it can't get rid of the whirlpool resistance.

There are three more pieces of golden writing floating, which are the Huang Tingjing, and there is another half book next to it, which is half a book of life and death.

A butterfly flutters in it.

The imperial sword in Ye Qingxue's hand pointed at the sky, and the stars appeared in the sky, and the stars were shining.

The entire Zhou Tian Star Dou Array Diagram is missing not only Chen Jing's Siyu Divine Monument and Taiyin Monument, but also the Sun Divine Monument, which was personally cultivated by Emperor Jun.

And just when Ye Qingxue was about to rely on the power of Zhou Tian Xingdou's homology to collect the Si Yu Divine Monument, a violent wind gushed out of the whirlpool, and a torrential rain followed in the violent wind. The wind is like a sword, and the rain is like a sword.

In the midst of the wind and rain, a palm appeared in the whirlpool, and everything was incorporated into that palm, and finally the whirlpool continued to shrink, shrinking to the palm of the hand, turning into an eye.

The palm didn't stop, just a turn, and it grabbed towards Ye Qingxue. The palm of the hand is huge and cold, blue and black and stiff, like the hand of the Heavenly Dao, and the eye in the palm of the palm makes people seem to have three souls and seven spirits sucked in just one glance.

The imperial sword in Ye Qingxue's hand pointed to the starry sky, just like when she was in Qin Guangcheng, but this time she did not lead to thunder, but the power of the stars in the sky, and the stars were brilliant in an instant, but there was a palm covering the sky and the stars, cutting off the connection between Ye Qingxue and the stars.

The palm fell, and Ye Qingxue was grabbed into the palm of his hand with one hand. The palm of his hand changed in the void, turning into a person in a blue and black robe, and his face was none other than Chen Jing. He looked at the vast earth, and in his eyes, the aura in the earth was like a whirlpool, and the rules in the dark were rapidly forming. And the sky is just like that, and the detachment is at this time.

He was inexplicably confused in his heart, and he only felt that this world was so strange and so false.

Thinking of this, he naturally turned into a gray butterfly flying between heaven and earth.

"The heavens are ruthlessly pregnant with spirits, and reincarnation disillusions the world.

I don't know where I'm going, I don't know when I woke up from my dream.

Misty heaven and earth, a ghost in the underworld.

A hundred years of chance is like a butterfly, and it is not a god to get away from it. ”

In the midst of this passage that resounded through the heavens and the earth, a gray butterfly flew towards the nine heavens away.

On the earth, a stream of bright light chased straight after him, as if he wanted to go out of the sky with the butterfly, and as if he wanted to chase the butterfly.

(End of book)

Chen Jing's story is over, and it doesn't matter to Chen Jing what this world will eventually evolve into, and he doesn't care. The big red shrimp and shells have always been by his side, UU reading Li Yingning got the three pages of "Yellow Court", but wrote another "Yellow Court", and the void spirit used her own way to survive in heaven and earth. And those who believe in Him still believe in Him until the day when their faith withers.

For people in the world, faith is a kind of sustenance, not a requisition.

Writing and writing this book, some people may feel that it is unfinished. To be honest, the amount of late updates is indeed a lot less, sorry. But I don't think it's a bad end, I like to write books with three points of leeway. It seems that someone who has said that they will leave three points and their feelings will be stronger. Those characters who have not written an ending, let it be left to everyone to imagine, we are together because of imagination, why bother to be annoyed by imagination, so it is too much to lose. If this book can make everyone forget and indulge in each chapter for a few minutes, that is my greatest honor.

At this time, I know that many friends do not support it, and the website does not support it, but I still have to end him. It's not that I write books as I please, it's not that I don't care about everyone's opinions and opinions. It's that I think that what I want to write in this book has already been written, and if I continue to write it, I will write it to death, and it will not only write this book to death, but also stifle everyone's imagination, so it will be meaningless.

Whether you agree with me above or not, my next book will be like this, and it will be finished when I am finished, and I will leave three points of leeway. I'm one such author, and I hope you'll remember me – kissing your fingertips.

Please pay attention to my next book, the background is the Xianxia of the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, I have been thinking for half a year, and I hope to be able to write about the collision of the times in my heart. The time for the release of the book has not yet been decided, but I think I can send it out after signing the contract for the website.

Let's bookmark it, and it will be updated here as soon as the new book is released.