That immense, even brilliant and brilliant power, fell from the sky and entered the human body, and if there was no experience or preparation, the relatively small and fragile human body might be directly shattered into countless fragments of light by this force, or it would suddenly become an idiot.

But this situation is not new to the Great Priest of Light, he had taken that step many years ago and comprehended Haotian's revelation, he understood that he only needed to open his heart and body in all directions, he could get the most precious gift that Haotian had given to mankind, so that he could use this power that should not appear in the human world.

The crystal deep eyes of the Great Priest of Light calmly stared at the cliffs, as if he saw every line of the well character cutting space, and the divine light that swirled between his index fingers had turned into a white light like a real face, and the beautiful and holy milky white light exuded an unimaginable terrifying aura.

Countless rays of holy milky white light spread out from his fingers, some hanging down like umbrellas, protecting his body, and more piercing out like sunlight, piercing into the space that had been cut into countless pieces.

After the Dao Dao light pierced into the space debris, those debris suddenly became brighter, and the terrifying aura contained in the light vigorously supported the lines on the edge, so that the space would not continue to shatter.

Master Yan Se used the powerful talisman of more than five realms to cut the space into pieces.

The Great Priest of Light forcibly maintained the existence of the space with the power of the Apocalypse.

Tens of thousands of bright broken spaces are like tens of thousands of tiny mirrors, in which the images of snowflakes and trees in the air of mountain cliffs appear, although they are all broken pictures that have been cut and have no connection at all, but they still exist.

At the edges of tens of thousands of bright mirrors, those cut lines are trembling slightly. These lines will break, and the power of light will break through the confines of the cutting and return to the true and complete world. These lines continue to cut into the subtleties, and the space continues to shatter, and no matter what kind of light it fills within, it can only gradually dim in the end.

Who is more powerful, the horizontal rune borrowed from the breath of heaven and earth, or the light power borrowed from Haotian?

Fu Tao is the truth that human beings comprehend from heaven and earth, and the deepest law of the world that they grasp by themselves, and the light is Haotian's reward or punishment for this world.

The cliffs and even the cliffs themselves have been cut apart, supported by the indifference of Haotian's bright breath, not turned into green smoke, only a tree has not been shattered, and has not been sealed into the mirror of light.

It was a straight poplar tree, and a little girl was squatting under it.

The little girl held an old urn in her left hand and a new urn in her right hand.

She trembled slightly between the light and the meaning of the cliff, like grass in the cold wind.

A patch of snow that had escaped from nowhere fell gently on her shoulder.

She picked up the snow, felt the snow slowly melt between her fingers, and watched the pair of willow eyes in the field become brighter and brighter, but the pupils are darker and darker, and the black pupils seem to be able to see the essence of the light.

The battle between the Divine Rune Master who transcended the Five Realms and the Great Light One of the Apocalypse Realms had no specific form and picture at all in the real world, but because both the old man and Master Yan Se used their consciousness to seal the poplar and the little girl under the poplar outside the space, she was a real bystander.

Therefore, this battle, which is incomprehensible to the world, fell into Sangsang's black eyes, and was depicted as a picture that human beings could understand, and those pictures were extremely beautiful and palpitating.

The majestic breath, the divine light, the fearless heaven and the earth, the horizontal symbols, they cut and hurt each other, snuggled, struggled, the space compressed the brilliance, the brilliance broke through the space, and finally compressed and condensed into the stars on the dark night dome of the sky, into the lonely fire on the wasteland, into the spring reflected on the dewdrops.

Then all the pictures disappeared in Sangsang's eyes, formless, not even existing, an absolute darkness and silence, deeper than the deepest night, darker than the blackest clouds, like the pupils of the Immortal King.

If it were another ordinary little girl, she would probably have fainted in shock, but Sang Sang didn't, she didn't know what was going on, she couldn't understand what happened between the cliffs, but she still desperately opened her eyes and looked at the one she could see, and quietly watched and waited quietly, to see what she could see, and remember what she could remember, because she knew that Ning Que would be very curious to know what was happening today in the future.

In the absolute darkness, a very small point of light suddenly appeared, and then the point of light suddenly erupted into countless light particles, breaking through the entire space in an instant, like the birth of a new world.

It is like countless beautiful fireworks blooming in the night dome.

Sangsang looked at those beautiful fireworks, rubbed her eyes a little ignorantly, and when she opened her eyes again, she found that what had happened was gone, and the cliff was back in front of her.

The rainbow ban that shrouded the nameless mountain disappeared without a trace.

Snowflakes are falling again.

On the edge of the cliff stood two old men looking up at the sky.

At this time, they finally became real old men, and they coughed when the cold wind blew through the cliffs.

Master Yan Se raised his arm, wiped off his snot with his sleeve, looked at the sky and muttered: So that's what happened. ”

The right sleeve of the padded jacket on the Great Priest of Light had turned into nothingness, and he inserted his right arm into the left sleeve with some chills, squatted down like an old peasant, and squinted slightly at a place in the sky.

Master Yan Se pointed to a certain place in the north and said to the old man beside him: "I saw an unprecedented great talisman, that great talisman only has two simple strokes, starting from the north of the wasteland, one falling in the west, and the other falling in the east. ”

Then he looked back at Chang'an City, which he had silently guarded for many years, and said with emotion: "Meet here." ”

At that moment, he had transcended the Five Realms of Cultivation, and even gone further, clearly seeing the world over there, the real future, so he knew that the unprecedented Great Talisman was real, and it was something that human beings could really write, so he was overjoyed and moved.

The Great Priest of Light squatted on the edge of the cliff and looked at the north along his fingers, but he saw something different, he who had truly advanced to the realm of the Apocalypse, had realized many things that he had not been able to understand before.

The old man looked back at the mulberry under the poplar tree, and the old man's cheeks showed a look of hesitation and struggle, until he finally realized that he was relieved and realized, and said with a smile: "It turns out that this is my chance." ”

Master Yan Se glanced down at him, laughed, and said, "Won't you be able to see through it at this time? No matter what chance it is, it is no longer your or my business after all, but theirs.

The old man stood up, sighed, and then said with a smile: "Yes, it will be their world in the future." ”

Many days ago, an old man was taken in by the little maid in the old pen house, and the old man asked the little maid a question.

"Do you believe in chance?"

"I believe in chance. ”

"I believe that everyone is destined to meet some people and do some things, and these things arranged by Haotian are chance. ，、

"Many years ago, I saw the shadow of the night fall in this city, and when I saw it, I met it. ”

"Since we met, we can no longer separate, but what I see is not real, what I meet is not specific, I only know that he is in zài, but I don't know where he is in zài. ”

"Then I saw a person in Chang'an City who was born to know, and I felt that this was not the right thing, because there should be no one in the world who was born to know, so my opportunity with him began. ”

Many days later, standing on the side of the cliff on the outskirts of Chang'an City, the old man realized that his fate had not been with that person, but with the little maid named Sang Sang.

A gust of winter wind blew, and the two old men standing side by side on the cliff instantly turned to ashes, like snow.

For hundreds of years, the most outstanding Great Priest of Light in the Xiling Temple left this world peacefully, he was amazingly talented and omnipotent in his life, and he was the strongest in Momoyama, but he was imprisoned for 14 years because of the so-called chance.

He fled from Taoshan and came to Chang'an City, but he failed to find the shadow of the dark night, as if this trip was just to meet Sangsang and then accept her as his heir.

At the moment before he died, he was inspired by Haotian, and finally saw clearly for the first time what the shadow of the night looked like, and saw that his heirs would inherit him and shine in the world, so he left with great peace of mind.

For hundreds of years, the most outstanding rune master of Haotian Dao Sect has also left this world peacefully, he has laughed and scolded in this life, playing in the world, without any false name, but he is the first strong man to cross the five realms against the sky with the rune way.

Master Yan Se has lived a chic and casual life in this life, just looking for a successor, and when he met that chicken soup post, he finally got his long-cherished wish, as if he lingered in Qinglou in this life just to accept that guy as a successor.

At the moment before he died, he saw through the reincarnation of light and darkness, saw the great talisman, and knew that his heir Ning Que would definitely be able to write a great talisman that he had never written in his life in the world in the future, and knew that that guy would definitely be able to accomplish what countless generations of talisman masters wanted to accomplish, so he left very relieved and even happy.

The wind blows, the snow rests, and the cliffs are quiet.

The lonely poplar tree looked at the sky alone, and the lonely Sangsang wiped his eyes, struggled to hold the two heavy urns, walked to the edge of the cliff with difficulty, and then knelt down in front of the two piles of ashes.

The mountain wind on the cliff was blowing, and the two piles of ash were swept everywhere, many of them had been swept into the air, into the snow, and even farther away.

Sang Sang knelt on the ground, stretched out his hands and held the ashes into the urn.

"The teacher lives in a new urn and he likes to be clean. ”

"The young master's teacher lives in an old urn, and he is not afraid of oil. ”

She reminded herself softly, and put the ashes of the two old men into the urn one by one.

The annoying mountain wind came to disturb it from time to time, and the ash that blew it was everywhere, even blowing on her cotton skirt and little face.

Sang Sang raised the back of his hand and wiped his face, then lowered his head and continued to carry ashes into the urn.

...... (To be continued)