"Consciousness and a fellow Taoist are extremely happy about this, even if they are trapped in one place for the rest of their lives, what if they can't leave for the rest of their lives, and it doesn't hurt to live and nurture themselves!"

"Since then, the world has spent the best millennium, the country and the people are safe, countless cultivators have crisscrossed the world, countless unimaginable buildings have been built, and humanities have developed to the extreme."

"It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and after a thousand years, disaster struck, and countless fish hooks hung down on the clouds, fishing up the avenue one by one, and stripping it from the world!" new

The corners of Chai Tiannuo's eyes jumped slightly, what happened to this world was similar to the world!

There is also a fairy world, there is also a world made of mortals, and there are also fishing hooks.

However, compared to this, the great world is better after all, after all, the emperor has beheaded a sword, there are many fewer anglers, the law of the great world is strong, and the immortal family is not allowed to be too nonsense.

"The foundation was sucked away, the world began to slowly collapse, and consciousness and a group of friends tried their best to block it!"

"However, the strength of the immortal realm is far surpassing, even if you don't care about yourself, you can't stop it, in just a hundred years, the vertical and horizontal avenues have been fished away countless times, losing the origin of the structure, and the world is collapsing more and more."

"At the most critical juncture, the cultivator understood the laws of heaven and earth, and finally found a way to rescue him."

"The great powers of cultivation have been dismantled, turning their physical perceptions into the avenue of heaven and supporting the world again!"

"This world has been reborn because of selfless dedication."

"After another thousand years, the disaster came again, and it also relied on the sacrifices of the cultivators, coupled with the power of the origin of consciousness, to support the world again."

"Thousands of years and thousands of years, disasters come back and forth, and every thousand years there must be a fishhook that will come and suck away the avenue that the cultivators have turned into."

"For the sake of this world, countless cultivators have given up their egos, gone forward and turned into the Great Dao of the World, striving to maintain the existence of the world, and trying every means to prevent the Immortal Realm from continuing to fish the Great Dao."

"After sacrificing countless methods, there are three out of thirty avenues left between heaven and earth, and even if the immortal realm exhausts all methods, there is no way to extract it."

"Since then, although the world is only thirty-three, it has not moved, supporting the evolution of the entire world."

"Although there will still be creatures that will be fished from time to time, the fairy world can't do whatever they want after all."

"During this period, the ideology has already undergone earth-shaking changes, and it is better to say that he is the consciousness of the world, but it is the world that is the embodiment of his consciousness."

"Time passes without panic, thousands of years have passed, disaster has struck again, the brilliant stars have penetrated the world, the foundation of the world has been damaged, and thousands of evil spirits have abounded."

"And this world is constantly damaged, and it is gradually revealing its true appearance, but it is a long scroll of ink!"

"Disaster is coming again, but there is no cultivation in this world, and the consciousness has decayed, and there is really no way to continue, and the world will inevitably escape doom after all, and it will slowly move towards destruction."

"And what I can do now is to quietly watch everything, accompany this world, and slowly disappear."

After saying that, the old man shook his head lightly, looked at Chai Tiannuo and chuckled and said:

"However, there is no certainty in the world, and when I was dying, you tore the barrier and came here, which is really beyond my expectations."

After listening to what the old man said, Chai Tiannuo had a lot of thoughts and was like numbness.

I really didn't expect that such a vast world would be the same painting as my own mirror flower world!

In fact, Chai Tiannuo has seen a lot of the same picture scroll in the small world, and he also has two.

One is a picture of Mrs. Kuang's stepping on spring, and the other is a picture of Canglan Mountain Residence, but the two pictures of the world are small and pitiful, most of them are illusions, and the soul has no size, and it can live freely in that environment.

But if a real person goes in, I'm afraid that the two villages can't compare.

The mirror flower world is different, Chai Tiannuo has never seen the edge, but the land is only a small island, and in terms of his consciousness, it is only that size.

But the location of Wenliang country is different, the mountains, rivers, and living beings are far from being comparable to the island and water in the mirror flower world.

If there are some similar existences, it can only be a blessed land of peach springs, the same mountains and rivers, but it can be said that living beings, now there is only one cocoon and a big fat worm, which is incomparable.

In fact, as the owner, Chai Tiannuo underestimated

In the mirror flower world, there is an unreachable place of Shenxiao Yuqing Mansion, which is worthy of this long scroll of ink.

"Fellow Daoist, do you know that in this world, there is an old fisherman who drives a black canopy boat, and there is a cold river?"

Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, Chai Tiannuo asked softly, and the old man nodded:

"I know, that is an incomparably magical existence, just like a fellow Daoist, and he also came across the border, and I can't tell what he is."

"I have been helped by him many times before, and I am grateful."

「…… I came here to get his advice, but unfortunately, the old fisherman's family disappeared."

Chai Tiannuo shook his head lightly and sighed deeply.

The one who knows the most about himself is the old fisherman, but unfortunately it dissipates too quickly, and there are many things that have not been asked.

"Boom~~"

There was a faint sound of thunder rolling around, Chai Tiannuo pinched his fingers, his face suddenly tightened, and the old man nodded and sighed:

"After all, it's not lonely for Daoists to be the witnesses of the destruction of this world."

Chai Tiannuo sighed again, in fact, he felt in his heart that the world was very similar to this world, the golden hook, the fishing immortal family, and the end came.

It's just that because the volume is too large, the situation in the world is too complicated.

The rumbling thunder became louder and louder, Chai Tiannuo turned his head to look around, the valley melted like ice and snow, and the ink turned into a trickling stream and fell, gathering into a pool of ink.

Looking up into the distance, the whole world is rapidly collapsing, and the heaven and earth melt into lines of ink, and finally flow into the ink pool

There was a sigh beside him, Chai Tiannuo turned his head, and was surprised to find that the ditch on the old man's face continued to flow out of jet-black ink droplets, and the originally spotless green clothes were soaked in mottled color.

"My own world has never escaped annihilation, to be honest, in my heart, I am really unwilling!"

Looking at the rapidly dissolving world, the old man's lips trembled, and his voice trembled even more.

"Fellow Daoist, what can I do?"

Chai Tiannuo's voice is also hoarse, and it has something to do with the decades of separation with the barbarian, which is like the Kapok world, which is his hometown.

In the small world, fathers and mothers, fathers-in-law and mothers-in-law, and many acquaintances, but they are all real relatives and friends.

The old man shook his head, stretched out his right hand, and a white light flashed in the void, and the ink pool fell into his hand and slowly condensed, and finally turned into a broken picture.

Cherishing and caressing the mottled scroll, the old man handed it to Chai Tiannuo, and said softly:

"The matter has come to this point irreparably, and there is no one to help, this picture scroll is the remnants of the world itself, and I ask Daoyou to accept it."

"Then please be a witness to the end of our world."

Looking at the old man's face, Chai Tiannuo sighed and took the scroll with both hands.

The scroll left his hand, and the old man's body began to collapse rapidly, looking at the scroll in Chai Tiannuo's hand, his eyes were full of tenderness.

"If we meet again in the next life, I will guard you for the rest of my life until the world is destroyed again!"

The aftermath lingered, and the old man turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared.