They are all people who make up the sky.

A thousand years ago, the monks used their own bodies to repair the sky, but after all, it was not a long-term way.

Time has gradually passed, how many sects have appeared and disappeared, countless geniuses have been born and fallen, and the Duzhou continent has been cold and hot at all times, and the rotation is non-stop. Eight Chinese Net

The gap that had been filled began to gradually empty again.

The feet of the gods who support the four poles cannot withstand the ravages of this wind and frost.

The aura gradually thinned, and the rain often fell, not without monks cultivating to the top of the avenue, and then here, I saw the treacherous endgame under this heavenly dao.

It's just one step away from ascension.

It's a matter of success or failure.

Is it to ignore the countless creatures on this continent and step into the Nine Heavens? Or do you want to be an insignificant piece on this huge chessboard, and become that tiny, tree-shaking mayfly?

The smiling statues in the lattice left their answers.

The stone monument of Dengsendai is empty, and there is not a single name. Because there was no monk, he chose to ascend alone.

They stood in the ruins of the Golden Gate, the closest place to the heavenly realm, and gambled on the last game of chess with the immortals of the Nine Heavens.

Heaven is treacherous, fate is ruthless, and trading with immortals is never a bargain. If a mortal wants to go against the heavens and compete with the destiny of heaven, he has to do his best and sacrifice his life to be qualified to go on that game of chess and become one of the chess games.

The first monk to find this place stood under the stars, facing the vast chess game, looking into the void in the clouds.

It was as if huge eyes were hidden in the depths, staring contemptuously at this small mortal.

A small chess piece in the chess game has no impact on the overall situation. Changing the situation for a while will not change the destined outcome.

He can't save Duzhou, he can't save a lifetime for a while, and sooner or later, a monstrous flood will come back and drown all these poor ants.

"How about we make a bet?" The monk smiled and spoke.

His body gradually turned into countless scattered rays of light, flying towards the empty whirlpool in the starry sky.

"Bet that the capital will never disappear, and in the future, there will still be people like me who will give up the ascension and support the four poles of the capital."

"Mortals are not at the mercy of destiny."

"I bet on you, you'll never win this game."

Countless vast stars rise, and countless brilliant stars fall.

On the platform of ascending to the immortal platform, the masters who had reached the peak of their cultivation stopped here, and with their lifelong cultivation, they supported the divine pillar that was about to be destroyed, preventing the collapse of heaven and earth.

Shaoyang Zhenren's gaze fell on the small statue at the front.

The old man on this small statue has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, his hair is completely white, and he is holding a handful of dust, which is very similar to the statue enshrined in the main hall of the Taiyan faction.

If there is a difference, the smile on his face is brighter, brighter, and more free.

Shaoyang Zhenren waved his sleeves slightly, and from the small statue of the Yushan saint, a line of golden words gradually floated. The handwriting is crooked, it really doesn't look good, and at first glance, it looks like a child's letter writing for beginners.

"Is there no death in life? It's so expensive. In the world of freedom, the mind is difficult to be complacent. It's too empty with a smile, and I'm in charge. The avenue is lifeless, and life is regarded as a walk. The Tao is great, the sky is great, the earth is great, and the people are also great. Turning things around, wandering the world, you can be worthy of it today. ”

This is the masterpiece of the Hayama sage.

"The saint did not ascend back then." Shaoyang Zhenren stared at the golden characters in the void, as if recalling a distant picture, and his voice was soft, as if it was about to disappear in midair.

"He wants me to leave hope for the monks of the world."

Those monks who were famous in the Dushu continent gradually disappeared from everyone's sight, or ascended or fell, and no one got any news. Only the sage of Yushan flew into an immortal, and the vision of Gufeng appeared on the mountain back then, and everyone saw it.

But in fact, only Shaoyang Zhenren knows, that is just a trick.

The cultivation of the Yushan Saint is only one step away from ascending to the immortal, and it is really an easy thing to deceive the people of the world with illusion.

He created the appearance of ascension, so that everyone in the capital thought that he had succeeded in ascension, leaving an unattainable, magnificent and beautiful hope.

Countless monks went forward one after another, concentrating on cultivation, just for the hope of being able to ascend to the Nine Heavens.

Where there is hope, there is all that is possible.

The Heavenly Dao was entrenched in the sky, watching all sentient beings struggle in their destined fate. But the Mandate of Heaven is not impossible to modify, one day, maybe there will be a great opportunity for a warrior, there is a great creation, God can't help it, God can't stop it, and fate can't be at the mercy of fate. He can go here, reverse the chess game, change from a chess piece to a chess player, and change the doomed outcome of the capital.

The small figures in the lattice, their bodies have dissipated. The last consciousness condensed into small statues, becoming traces of their existence.

Kongtan Laojun, Soul Dream Master Zhuang Shengdie, War Emperor Wulie, Yuling Xianji, Qingyuan Tianzun, Yushan Sage...... And the first monk, who didn't even have a name or a statue.

There are no names on Dengxiantai, and the people of the capital have no way of knowing what they have done. Only in the depths of this ruined hall, these glowing statues have remembered their merits.

There was silence all around.

The tide of water falling from the end of the sky, the sound of water splashing, like thunder blasting in the ears.

The red robe that was not ginger was stained with a little splash, and a vague mark was formed. She looked at Shaoyang Zhenren and said calmly: "So, what does this have to do with Hairpin Star?" ”

Shaoyang Zhenren looked at her silently, and after a while, he said in a low voice: "She is the chosen one, Xiao Yuanzhu chose her, she is the last and only chess piece to mend the sky." ”

At that time, the Yushan Sage and his party never got the Yuan Zhu, so they could only go to the Tao with their own bodies to delay the collapse of the capital. But the loopholes in this chess game will one day not be able to cover up.

Like this.

"Master," Gu Baiying stared at Shaoyang Zhenren with a pale face, and said coldly: "Hairpin Star is not a chess piece. ”

In the main hall, there was a sudden sound of laughter, which was crisp and pleasant, as if he had heard the most ridiculous thing in the world. She stared coldly at Shaoyang Zhenren, and her gaze was suddenly sharp: "Xiao Yuanzhu is the stone that mends the sky?" Do you think this temple will believe this deceitful nonsense? Back then, the Demon Venerable had never refined this magic bead, and although the magic bead made him go mad, it also made his cultivation soar. And now you say that this bead is a stone that mends the heavens, and whoever has this bead will die? Shaoyang Zhenren, could it be that the demons in our Black Rock City are all fools, let you coax them? ”

"The people in the sect are used to scheming, so it's hard that at this time, they still want to let the daughter of the main hall die for you!"

"The Demon King picked up the Owl Yuan Zhu at the bottom of the Golden Gate, but he never really refined the Owl Yuan Bead." Shaoyang Zhenren was not angry, his expression was still calm, his snow-white long hair was vertical to his waist, lining him even more cold and indifferent, he said: "Xiao Yuanzhu can't be refined for people, it will only assimilate people." ”

"Yang Hairpin Xing, she is the stone that mends the sky, and she is also the Xiaoyuan Pearl."

"If you want to save hundreds of millions of lives in Duzhou, you need to repair the sky with your own body, and the flood disaster can be solved."

He raised his head, looked at the young woman shrouded in the center of the light, and said lightly: "Didn't you already know this?" ”

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"There is no death in life, it is more expensive than death. The father has to be a loyal minister, the son has to be a filial son, and he is too empty with a smile, and I have to do my job. The avenue is lifeless, and the body is like a piece of. But he was excited by anger, and he realized the truth of heaven and man. Nightmare for seventeen years, revenge in the afterlife. Wandering in the world, you can be worthy of it. ——Xia Wanchun, "The Book of the Mother in Prison"

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.