"Battle"

I don't know who is fighting in the sky, and the sonorous voice echoes in the galaxy, saying that, he rushes against Qingming, soars up to 90,000 miles, and directly wins the opponent. [Ran^Text^Library] []c

At the end of the final road, a shocking battle broke out, the light shining in the past and the present, and the silhouette of the battle rushed to all parts of the universe with the fragments of time and space, and was captured by powerful monks.

The world saw that battle from the fragments of time and space, and the whole world was shocked, and the whole world was shaken, and at that moment, all eyes were on it.

This is a competition between the most powerful people in this era, and this battle will determine the strongest person in this world, and achieve that person's imperial road, the imperial road, and rule the world for tens of thousands of years.

The brilliant brilliance brightened the cold and dark universe, and everyone fought from the silent starry sky to the vast edge of the universe, forgetting to die, with only calmness and invincible faith in their hearts.

The ancient Ganges River flows endlessly, burying countless epochs and years in it, and there is no way to know how many mysteries and mysteries are hidden in it.

At this moment, the waves of the Ganges River were set off, as if to render the heroism of this battle, only one person can win, and the rest will be buried in this rushing river of eternal time.

At the end, everything was silent, a figure, standing alone in the vast universe, his demeanor was so majestic, as if it was the reflection of eternity, however, his heart was carrying endless desolation.

This kind of desolation is incomprehensible to the world, and the only few people who can understand him have also ended under his hands, and he has defeated everyone, however, he is even more lonely, and that kind of loneliness can only be tasted alone.

"Alas............"

The figure left silently, towards the vast cosmic edge desolation, so desolate, and bleak, that sigh, as if it was the desolation of eternity, breaking through the long river of time that broke the embankment, churning in the years of this world.

Yun Yang didn't come back to his senses for a long time, and the ending of that figure made him feel desolate in his heart, and there was a long sadness spreading.

In the end, it can't be calmed down, maybe it can only turn into a gloomy sigh like the final winner.

The figure walked silently, his expression never showed joy or sadness, and he left so calmly, without wind and rain, and without sunshine.

The vast canopy of heaven has been filled with elegant and vivid strokes, and the rhyme that Qin Wan is about to express has been outlined, and the holy sword has returned to her waist.

Her eyes are like waves, surrounded by a sacred and solemn atmosphere, out of the dust, like a female fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world left in the mortal world, she looked at the vast sky quietly, her expression was as clear as water.

Yun Yang could feel that as she finished carving that canopy, her fairy shadow was fading away every moment, getting fading more and more.

This is just an incarnation of her brand, she can't stay in this world for long, Yun Yang can't help but have a faint regret in his heart, even he didn't realize this.

A quarter of an hour passed, and in this dojo, there was only Yun Yang left, and the vast sky was still floating in the void in front of him.

Yun Yang calmed all emotions and sat quietly in front of the canopy, observing every trace drawn on the canopy.

In those traces, there is also a faint, elegant and refined charm, as if there is a divine power, which can purify people's hearts and souls, and can purify all the dirt in this world.

On Yunyang's spiritual platform, it is cleaner and more solemn, all the messy emotions before are gone, and there are no waves in his heart, and he is as still as water.

She slowly realized Qin Wanyu's intention, which was a kind of all-inclusive and generous festival, understanding all laws, fighting and transcending from the vast world of thousands of supreme laws.

In the long years, countless generations of heroes, the supreme, deep, and mysterious essence of the supreme pride have created their own strongest road.

And all laws return to the truth, transcend from it, go to the front of everyone, and walk out of a supreme road that has never been seen in ancient and modern times, illuminating the supreme road of the long years, the past and the future.

This is Qin Wanyue's way, and it is also the true connotation of the rhyme explained in the canopy, Yun Yang understands, and the more he realizes the gap between himself and Qin Wanyue.

If you can't transcend yourself, even if you have the mountains and rivers, the power given by the gate of time and space, even if you have the art of immortality, and all the supreme gods, you can only look up to that person in the end.

On the vast canopy, Qin Wanyue only sketched one hundred and eight traces, but in each trace, more than one kind of morality and one kind of scripture were explained.

Yun Yang could even feel that every stroke on it contained more meaning and rhyme than the previous sword figure, the Holy Spirit, and the woman in the rain, and the thousands of moves that had evolved.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, but this time, he didn't understand all the mysteries in only three days like before, not even half of it.

Qin Wanyu's talent and immortal assets are really so high that they are awe-inspiring and beyond their reach, and at this moment, Yun Yang deeply realized it.

Even if it is the ancients, it is difficult to overshadow her, the founders of these supreme laws, which one of them was not a peerless hero who crisscrossed the world in the past, but when comprehending the artistic conception of the Great Dao between the two, Yun Yang could clearly feel that Qin Wanyu's artistic conception of the Great Dao surpassed those ancients.

This is not to say that Qin Wanyue has already overwhelmed those founders of the Supreme Law in terms of strength, but that the path she has walked out of is far above the ancient sages.

The mystery in this is indescribable, the Tao is Tao, and it is very Tao.

Three days have passed in the blink of an eye, and Yun Yang still has not been able to comprehend the profound meaning on the canopy, and at this time, the originally incomparably profound and vast canopy of the canopy is already very illusory.

It seemed that he wanted to dissipate into the void at any time, and if Yun Yang hadn't yet comprehended the mystery on the canopy by then, then he would have failed, stopping at the fifth world, let alone ascending the nine-fold pagoda.

The traces on that piece of heaven are different from the previous sword figures, the Holy Spirit, the woman in the rain, and the Dharma evolved by the ancient gods, and their Dharma can be remembered by Yun Yang.

However, Yun Yang couldn't remember the strokes carved by Qin Wanyue, which touched the artistic conception of the Supreme Dao, and their existence in the universe itself was ethereal and difficult to capture.

If Yun Yang could not understand the mystery of the canopy before it faded, then Yun Yang had truly failed and would not have any more chance.

On the seventh day, he realized and understood everything that Qin Wanyue explained, and in the middle, he did not have any kind of subtle state of comprehension, nor did he have an epiphany, it can be said that he relied on his own understanding and forcibly penetrated it.

At this time, the canopy in front of him, although it was more illusory than before, was still floating in the void.