There was silence, at this moment, whether Haotian laughed or not, the people who heard this sentence in the square fell into deep thought, there is a lot of information in this word, and this word is inexplicably addictive.

Ye Su said this sentence, the front is a prophecy, but in the end he is overjoyed with emotion, he mentioned the legendary eternal night, and made some kind of hopeful comment on the eternal night, which is very puzzling.

In the ancient legends of the cultivation world, it was the catastrophe brought about by the invasion of the Hades, with the advent of Sangsang, Ning Que fled with her on his back, and the master slashed the golden dragon with a sword in the wasteland, the legend has long been determined to be false, there is no Hades at all, and there is no underworld, so is there still an eternal night?

There will be eternal nights, and there have been eternal nights, and there are still people alive in the world who have experienced eternal nights, but it has nothing to do with Hades, it's just that Haotian plows in spring and autumn in this world and then rests in winter.

For the vast majority of human beings, the long eternal night is very cold and cruel, and for Haotian, it is just the basic law of the operation of this world, and if you want this world to last forever, eternal night is a necessary means.

Protestantism is, in essence, to compete with Haotian for faith, to destroy the root of Haotian's existence, and to be the gravedigger of the Daomen, so why would Ye Su look forward to the arrival of eternal night?

"You...... Eternal Night, what is it?" Long Qing asked as he looked at Ye Su.

Ye Su looked at him quietly and said, "Eternal night is eternal night. ”

Long Qing said: "Eternal night is darkness. ”

Ye Su said: "Only in the eternal night can people really open their eyes and see the picture that Haotian has not let them see." Those are real, and I am naturally pleased with them. ”

Long Qing thought for a while and said, "Truth is objective, and it doesn't change according to your mind. ”

Ye Su pointed to the red morning sun on the horizon behind him and said, "The sun hangs in the sky every day, and it rises again after it sets, is it objective?"

Long Qing said: "The sun is naturally objective. ”

Ye Su smiled and asked, "Then have you ever seen it?"

Long Qing was about to answer, but suddenly frowned and said nothing, and after thinking about it carefully, he understood the true meaning of this question. People who live on the ground. The sun can be seen every day, but who really sees it?

Everyone has seen the sun, and when they get up, they glance at it in the backyard, and at noon they cover their foreheads with their hands and squint their eyes to lament its viciousness. In the evening, he sat in the pavilion and watched the sunset in the river breeze and chanted poetry.

But what does it look like? It's red in the early morning and late afternoon. It was white at noon. What color is it? Can it have a pattern on it except for bright light? If not, how can you describe it?

If it can't be described. How can you talk about it?

He suddenly remembered the pictures he had seen in the dream of climbing the mountain on the second floor of the academy, and those pictures included Ye Hongyu, Ye Su, and light. When he followed the light and swept through the world, and even killed Ye Hongyu and Ye Su, only light remained in the whole world.

It's like that sunrise.

Absolute light is absolute darkness, and he realized this in the illusion back then, so he put his last courage in the dark world of the north in the wasteland.

Yes, in fact, they are all the same, too bright, too dazzling, you can't see directly, you can't see the details, you can't see the whole thing, there is no truth -- as Ye Su said, only on the day when the eternal night comes, after the sun is extinguished, will it really be seen by human beings.

Long Qing understood the meaning of Ye Su's words, but he didn't understand the meaning of this prophecy, he squinted, looked at the rising sun in the sky, was silent for a while, and then shook his head.

There is no need to think too much about meaningless things, what he has to do now is to kill Ye Su, as for whether that passage is a saint's prophecy or a madman's nonsense, it is also meaningless.

"You will die soon, and even one day you will not see what the sun looks like, and in the same way, the people who hear your words will die in the days that follow, and it will be difficult for them to see. ”

Long Qing looked at Ye Su and said expressionlessly, and with his voice, there was a violent and dense hoof like a thunderstorm, and the two thousand Xiling Temple Guardian Cavalry who came in from outside the city finally arrived at the square.

Countless piercing grinding sounds sounded, and the sharp long knives were held in the hands of the cavalrymen, and the snow-like blades reflected the panicked faces of the Protestants.

Long Qing raised his right hand, and with his movements, the cavalry on the periphery of the crowd raised their long knives, cold knives like long grass in the field, messy but terrifying, about to tear apart all the flesh and blood they encountered.

The sound of hooves rose again, and the heavy war horses directly scattered the crowd in front of them, and in the dull crashing sound, I don't know how many Protestant believers, their bones were torn apart, and the square was full of screams.

Blood flowed like a flood, death was like snow everywhere, believers fled in terror, and ordinary people who came to the square were unfortunately dragged into this tragedy.

No one can stop the tragedy.

Ye Su looked at this scene, raised his arms, and wanted people to get out of the way, but no one could see it, he opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he couldn't make a sound, and even if he could, no one could hear it.

Chen Pipi helped him, his face extremely pale.

More than a dozen Sword Pavilion disciples have been dispersed and merged into the crowd, fighting hard against enemies who far outnumber themselves, like a reef resisting the torrent, although they are strong, where can they turn the tide?

Long Qing stood under the stage, as long as he took ten more steps forward, he could come to Ye Su, but he didn't do anything, just looked at Ye Su silently, and let Ye Su look at these pictures silently.

Today may not be the beginning of the fall of Protestantism, but it must be the death of Ye Su, just as Ning Que said to the Guanzhu, Longqing really wants to see how Ye Su is sanctified.

Ye Su stood in the morning sun, the light around him was refracted, with a sacred meaning, and when the last stroke of the travelogue fell, he embarked on the road to sanctification, and the heavens and the earth had changed color.

Longqing really wanted to see how this world could change color.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth really changed color.

The snow in the alleys, the black and white eaves of the houses, and the leaves that have not completely withered are the three most basic colors of the city, and the surrounding areas are no exception.

It's just that from yesterday to this morning, the Daomen was slaughtered twice, and there was a lot of blood on the ground.

However, at this time, those colors were gone, and the white remnant snow, the black cornices, the blue-yellow leaves, and the red blood stains had all turned into a monotonous yellow, and the yellow sand was long.

Long Qing's expression changed slightly.

Because this change of color of heaven and earth has nothing to do with Ye Su - Ye Su's snow mountains and mountains are all wasted, and the meaning of the sages lies in the pen and the teachings of Protestantism, and cannot affect the real battle.

It is another force that turns all the blood stains of the winter tree into yellow sand with the remnants of snow tiles.

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(That's all for today, because there seem to be some problems written later, and you have to fix it carefully, and then you have to pull the back context again, and strive to pull it tighter.) (To be continued......)