Breaking the old world of all evils and building a beautiful new world sounds simple, but in fact, for the "world" itself, this is the biggest thing, and the world is the biggest thing for people, so whether it is breaking the old world or building a new world, it has become the biggest thing.

The biggest thing is naturally the most difficult, just like what the Lord is doing now has no one done before, what Ning Que wants to do has not been done before, Lian Sheng only had a simple and bloody idea back then, and he has never gone to the practice link, so even if he has made more preparations, he doesn't know how to start.

Yes, he has been preparing for years. For a lifetime, a few years is not a short time, but compared to the grand proposition of breaking the world, it is a little ridiculous short.

And he never made up his mind.

Because the gods who represent the old world, in his arms.

The destruction of the old world will inevitably mean the death of Sangsang, and he and she have been discussing this issue since many years ago, but have never found a feasible third way, so they love and kill each other until now.

Let Sangsang die and save the world?

Ning Que wouldn't do it, if he was the kind of moral madman or martyr, he wouldn't have fled all over the world with her seriously ill on his back, his hands stained with the blood of innocents.

He remembered that there was a famous poem in that world.

"Life is precious, love is more valuable, if it is for freedom, both can be thrown. ”

If it was Jun Mo, he would definitely be able to throw away his life for freedom, and Ke Haoran had already thrown it away. If it is Ye Hongyu, he will definitely be able to throw away love for the sake of freedom. And Liansheng has already thrown away.

Ning Que didn't want to throw anything. He has always been greedy, shameless, or more precisely, stingy. He had been thinking about another famous poem in that world.

"The world is safe and perfect, and it lives up to its promise. ”

Except for the truly compassionate monks in the Lanke Temple, he, like the second senior brother, does not have any good feelings towards Buddhism, and the Rulai in this poem naturally has to be replaced with the word "world".

How can we live up to the world and live up to Sangsang?

Ning Que didn't know.

Sangsang leaned into his arms and suddenly stretched out his arms. hugged him.

She hugged him tightly. The golden dust that seeped out of their bodies, the looming afterimage, struggled between the two of them, trying to leave but unable for a moment.

A warm power entered Ning Que's body, and his telekinesis rose with it. Pass the pestle of the array in your hand. It was scattered everywhere in the world by the entire Chang'an City.

"Try it. Maybe it really works. Sangsang leaned against his chest and said with his eyes closed.

Just like countless times, like in Minshan, in Weicheng, in Chang'an, in Xiling. No matter what kind of little maid she is or Haotian, it is still her who finally decides to be a qiē.

She made up her mind, but today, Ning Que was not as obedient as before.

"You're going to die. ”

Sang Sang closed his eyes and said calmly: "You have lived with me for so many years, it's enough." ”

Ning Que was silent for a moment and said, "Aren't you afraid?"

Sang Sang's voice trembled slightly: "I'm afraid." ”

Ning Que smiled slightly and said, "Then I'll accompany you." ”

Sangsang opened his eyes and looked at him, wanting to say something.

Ning Que looked at her and said calmly: "In the Zen courtyard of the Rotten Ke Temple, I said that if you die, I really don't want to live, so let me accompany you to die." ”

Sang Sang thought for a while and said, "Can you meet it in the next life?"

Ning Que laughed and asked, "When did we first meet?"

Sang Sang was a little puzzled: "Wasn't it the day you picked me?"

"No, it was on the day you were born......"

Ning Que said: "That day in the firewood room in the general doctor's mansion, I hid in the well after killing the steward and the young master, and it took a long time before I dared to get up. I was hungry, looked around for something to eat, and ...... I saw you. ”

"I see. She looked a little confused.

“...... In the Red Lotus Temple, I was about to be killed by Longqing, leaning on the side of the car, you were in the car, there was only half a step between us, I thought, then in the next life we were born only half a step, so that I could find you, you see, I never doubted that I could meet you in the next life. ”

Ning Que said: "Because God destined us to be together forever. ”

Sang Sang said: "This is really the most old-fashioned and touching love story. ”

Ning Que kissed her forehead and said, "Because you only need to be willing." ”

Heaven is destined, she is willing.

"I do. ”

Sang Sang said with a smile, his eyes a little wet.

She forgot that this was the first time she wanted to cry since she came to the world.

But it seems to have something to do with this man every time.

Ning Que asked, "Are you still afraid?"

Sang Sang said: "I'm still afraid, but with you, it's okay." ”

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She was very weak, but she was still Haotian, and when she decided to do this, the whole world felt her will, more precisely, it was Ning Que who told her will to the whole world.

They hugged each other tightly, just like that night many years ago. At that time, when they came back from the Kaiping Market, Ning Que saw the book on cultivation for the first time, the Taishang Induction Chapter, and then fell into a deep sleep, and as he was used to, he held her tightly in his arms, and then he had a dream, and he dreamed of a sea.

That was Ning Que's first acquaintance.

As long as Sangsang is in his arms, he can perceive the whole world.

At the same time, the whole world perceived him.

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On the cliff in front of the Xiling Temple, there was already a sea of blood.

Xiong Chumo is dead, and He Mingchi is dead.

The people who Ning Que asked to die were all dead.

The middle-aged Taoist stood in front of the cliff stone house, his figure a little lonely.

Ye Hongyu and Cheng Lixue stood in front of the Xiling Temple, and there were countless people kneeling on the cliff floor.

The war between the academy and the Daomen, at least at the secular level, has already been divided into winners and losers.

However, just a moment ago, there were many visions between heaven and earth, which attracted everyone's attention.

People saw the falling clouds of the East China Sea. I saw the blazing sun, the terrifying pillar of light on Chang'an City, and the slurry flowing down like a waterfall.

And then there was light.

The light is very dazzling, except for a strong man like Ye Hongyu, no one can see the world clearly.

Even Ye Hongyu and the middle-aged Daoist's eyes narrowed.

Sangsang's will came to the field with the breeze.

The middle-aged Taoist understood, knowing that she had been reborn, and couldn't help but feel infinite emotion.

Guarding the world for countless thousands of years, you have worked hard.

Ye Hongyu also understood, frowning thin eyebrows. Said: "A pair of idiots. ”

Mo Shanshan stood beside her. Pale and silent.

In that town, the butcher put down the knife in his hand, but Jun Mo still held the iron sword.

That's the biggest difference between the two.

The butcher knew that the war had grown to the point where he could not intervene. So let it go.

Jun Mo thought. If the little brother and the girl die. But if you don't win the Lord, then it's your turn to fight.

In the Heavenly Forsaken Mountains of the wasteland, yellow skirts fluttered. The curtain kept going north, and he didn't even look at Chang'an.

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No one can command the whole world, not even the Master.

He only represented the world and fought against Haotian silently for a whole thousand years.

What Ning Que wants to do is to perceive and then try to lead the will of the whole world.

What kind of will is that?

The sun is burning, the kingdom of God in the depths of the sky is gradually clear, the sky and the earth are bright, this is the day that has never been seen before, even the clear blue sky is about to turn pure white.

The light blinds people, and few people can still open their eyes.

The light is hot, the whole world is shrouded in heat, Daze is steaming, the South China Sea is rippling, the residual snow is melting, those scorching woods, suddenly there are cicadas, and the snow sea in the cold region of the extreme north has signs of thawing!

It's too hot.

It's so hot that you can't sweat profusely, and it's so hot that you can't breathe.

Chang'an City was constantly attacked by the pillar of light from the Kingdom of God, but with the protection of the Divine Array, it was relatively better than the world outside the city, at least people could open their eyes, but it was still very hot.

Li Yu and the Tang Dynasty boy Tianzi were in the imperial study. Her dress was already wet with sweat, her breathing became a little heavy, and she took her brother's hand and walked to the window, pushing it open.

In the Chunfeng Pavilion, the old lady and Shangguan Yangyu sat opposite each other, and both of them had already stripped off their shirts, revealing their lean and never good-looking bodies, and the heat was extremely uncomfortable.

"I can't stand it anymore. ”

The old lady stood up with a cane, pushed open all the windows in the room, looked at the shrewn slurry flowing like a waterfall in the sky, and scolded angrily: "I'm cāo, you're a grandmother, you're going to die of heat?"

The world is the same as this cold and summer.

Whether you live by the river or the sea, whether there is wind or not, you can't escape the heat wave, and the whole world becomes an iron house, with firewood burning outside the house, and the heat is extremely hot.

Will, that is, ideas, is what you want to do.

Now, all the people who live in this world want a gust of fresh air, want to push open the window and open the door, if the stuffy iron house has no doors and windows, then it can only be broken.

Ning Que sensed the thoughts of hundreds of millions of people and knew that it was the will of the world.

The mental power of hundreds of millions of people, whether from the end of the world or from the cape, surged towards Chang'an City and entered the Shocking Array.

Ning Que couldn't bear this order of magnitude of telekinesis at all.

Sang Sang took the pestle from his hand.

The majestic telekinesis from all over the world entered her body through the guò array of eyepestles.

She is Ning Que's natal object.

She has it, but Ning Que has it.

The academy in the south of Chang'an City is also very hot at this time.

The scholar in front of the cliff cave was also soaked, but he didn't realize anything, he was still in a daze at the sea of books on the table, still thinking about what the viewer said earlier.

Scholars are ultimately useless?

Useless to be a scholar?

The more the reader thinks about it, the more angry he becomes, and the more he thinks about it, the more frustrated he becomes.

He angrily stretched out his hands and pushed the book off the table.

The books left the table, but instead of falling to the ground, they floated in the air.

In the cave, countless books also left the shelves and floated into the air.

"I see, that's what happened. ”

The reader understood, and an innocent smile appeared on his old face, and he was finally relieved.

"Go ahead and let him know that words themselves have power. ”

Countless books, leaving the cliff cave of the academy, flew like a flock of birds to the city wall of Chang'an.

The academy has a vast collection of books, including rare classics, as well as popular reading materials such as the Liangjing Miscellaneous Records, the number is difficult to calculate, and at this time, it is actually surrounded by a whole circle along Chang'an City in the air!

"It's useless to be a scholar, is this what you said?"

Ning Que looked at the viewer and said, "Then I'll write a word for you." ”

Before he could finish speaking, he raised his arm, his fingers clenched, and grasped an invisible pen.

Where is the ink?

How much ink does it take for him to write such a big word?

Outside the city wall of Chang'an, the countless books floating in the air suddenly merged together.

Books, not paper.

Books are word paper.

There are words in the book.

The words were written in ink.

In countless books, there are countless ink characters.

What Ning Que wants to use is the ink left by countless predecessors.

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...... (To be continued......)