Endless darkness and cold poured into the sky from the big black umbrella, dyeing the sky in the northern part of the wasteland as black as if night was coming. Endless light and heat poured into the sky from the top of the scepter, dyeing the sky south of the wasteland with such light that it was like the kingdom of God descending on earth.

Inside the blood-colored god, Ye Hongyu looked at the heavenly dome that was cut into two completely different halves, and there was no expression on her beautiful face, and then she wiped the blood from her forehead and looked at Sangsang in the north.

Sang Sang is the daughter of the Hades King, anything that happens to her can be imagined, although Ye Hongyu was shocked, he did not invest more spirit, and his eyes finally fell on the head of the Xiling Divine Temple, which was a few miles away in the east.

Her brow furrowed slightly, for she couldn't see whether the holy pillar of light was erupting from the body of the Master of the Sect and falling above the heavenly vault, or if it had descended from the sky to him.

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Dozens of miles south of the wasteland, in the meadows, dozens of horses were watching the northern sky.

The silver mask reflected the eerie and palpitating sky, light and darkness met in his eyes, and the color of Longqing's eyes became more and more gray, and his feelings became extremely complicated, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Now he doesn't care what is light and what is dark, he is just jealous that the little girl with the big black umbrella has attracted everyone's attention, and even Ning Que has become the center of the world at this time.

The person standing there should be me, Prince Longqing thought so, and remembered that after escaping from Zhishouguan two years ago, he thought that he was the son of the Hades King, so he became more and more jealous.

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In Helan City, His Majesty the Tang Emperor looked at the sky, silent, the invasion of the underworld heralded by the arrival of darkness did not make the most powerful monarch in the world have any fearful feelings, on the contrary, his eyes were brighter and clearer by the light and darkness on the sky, and he looked a little excited.

Master Huang Yang stood beside His Majesty the Emperor and bowed his head to the light and darkness in the sky. His lips twitched slightly, not knowing what he was saying.

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On the mountain behind the academy, the wisteria fruit on the rain corridor of the cliff is blooming, the walls of the small building are crawling with green vines, and there is no one in the dark cliff cave, everyone is on the cliffside.

Senior Brother and all the junior brothers and sisters stood on the edge of the cliff, silently looking at the sky in the north that was cut by darkness and light. The majestic city of Chang'an is shrouded in a golden luster.

"We should be there now. The second senior brother said.

The elder brother said, "Even if it's there." We can't do anything either. ”

The second senior brother said, "But at least we are there. ”

The elder brother said, "The teacher doesn't agree that we are there, so we can only watch here." ”

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The Sword Pavilion of the Southern Jin Dynasty was quiet in the dark hollow of the mountain. The late spring dyed the woods behind the mountain, but it had no effect on the cliff cave, the waterhole in front of the thatched hut. It's still chilling.

Sword Saint Liu Bai sat cross-legged on the edge of the pool, bowing his head and not looking at the sky, because the opening at the top of the cliff cave was too small, even if he looked up at the clouds, he could only see a piece of light.

A big sword with ancient meaning, slowly rising from the bottom of the pool, compared to this sword, the sword commonly used by Liu Bai resting on the grass roof truss is as dilapidated as straw.

No one knew that Sword Saint Liu Bai was hiding in the belly of the Sword Pavilion Mountain. After meditating and enlightening on the side of the pond for many years, in addition to not daring to appear in the world because of the fear in his heart, he has been refining a real sword.

It must be the strongest sword in the world.

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The sky covers the earth and can be seen by everyone, so everyone in the world sees the sky that is cut by light and darkness, but because of the perspective, the further they go south. The more light there was in people's sights, the smaller the dark sky became, and to the extreme south, the dark sky dome on the wasteland turned into a black touch in the distance on the ground, looking like a dark passage that had been flattened.

If that dark passage connects the underworld with the human world. So what will come out of that passage in the next moment? The army of the underworld or the body of the king of the underworld?

In the depths of the South China Sea in the far south, the tide rises and falls. Huge waves shook the reef, underwater volcanoes spewed lava and evaporated the seawater, and white mist shrouded the island.

On the black reef on the edge of the island, there was a Taoist man in Tsing Yi, who looked at the black sky dome like a dark passage in the far north, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "The sunset sand will fall tomorrow?"

After saying this, he was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It's still not right. ”

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Buddhism did not participate in the wasteland holy war.

Just as Master Lotus Sheng said to Ning Que back then, and later the master and many people said, the final enlightenment of Buddhism is still to close his eyes and keep his mouth shut.

Because of the Buddha's last words, the monks of the Buddha tried to kill the daughter of the Hades Sangsang and save the common people from the great horror, but also because the Buddha passed down the essence of the Dharma, when the daughter of the Hades was not killed, the invasion of the underworld was irreparable, the eternal night was coming, and the world was about to enter the era of the end of the Dharma, the Buddhist monks no longer tried to do anything, but began to hide and hide.

In the depths of the Far West Wasteland, in that huge and deep sinkhole, the clouds and mist did not disperse, neither the holy light nor the dark night shadow could penetrate into the clouds and fall on people.

Countless thousands of dark-skinned believers and slaves knelt at the bottom of the sinkhole, prostrating themselves to the huge mountain in the center of the sinkhole, their faces full of devotion and fear.

All the monks of the Hanging Temple had already taken refuge in the yellow temples between the mountain peaks, and the faint sound of chanting came from different temples, and then gradually flowed down like water, as if to cover the whole mountain.

The first seven masters of the Venerable Hall, standing in front of an ancient bell outside a temple, with only two fingers left left, when they landed on the face of the clock, they struck from time to time, and the sound of the bell helped the sound of the scriptures spread farther.

Looking at the sky in the far east, looking at the picture of the confrontation between light and darkness, the expression on his face looked a little anxious, and the fortitude and calm in the past had long since gone.

The era of the end of the Dharma prophesied by the Buddha is finally coming, but the magic weapons left by the Buddha have been lost too much, the net bell is destroyed, and the chessboard is missing, so can the Hanging Temple still avoid the eyes of the Hades?

A calm and indifferent voice sounded in front of Qimei.

"Night is coming. The collapse of the Dharma is a great horror, but Haotian overlooks the world, will never let such a tragic situation happen, now the light has come, the night does not necessarily win, my Buddha disciples should sincerely pray. ”

Seven awe-inspiring fingers off the clock face. Sit cross-legged in front of the temple. Looking at the east, he put his hands together and prayed sincerely: "My Buddha is merciful, and the common people deserve the blessing of the Buddha." ”

There are countless yellow temples among the mountain peaks. Gradually, the sound of prayer was heard.

"Blessed by the gods and Buddhas. ”

"Fudo King Bless. ”

"Bright ......"

There is no chanting or prayer at the first seat of the Hanging Temple, and he holds a tin staff. Standing at the top of the mountain, looking at the parallel wasteland, looking at the light and darkness in the distance, his expression looked extremely tired.

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As the night widened, it slowly invaded south, and countless fine cracks appeared on the edge of the bright sky, like cobwebs, and then they were instantly infused by the night and turned black.

When night meets light. There was no sound, but everyone on the wasteland felt their hearts beat faster in an instant, and then there was an extremely intense pain.

People watched the bright sky be eroded by the night inch by inch, and the pain in their hearts became heavier and heavier, and they clutched their chests, but they did not know whether the pain came from the body or the soul.

Black cracks at the edge of the bright sky. It gets thicker and thicker, until eventually the cracks become lines, into strips, and then merge together, and that is the new night.

If this situation is allowed to continue. The night will grow stronger, and the light will become weaker and weaker. After a few moments or hundreds of years, the whole world will be covered with darkness, and the people who live in this land and the beasts in the mountains and forests will never see the light again.

Endless fear occupied the hearts of the coalition forces of the Xiling Temple, and even the people in the Desolate tribe instinctively felt fear when they saw this shocking scene.

Between the pavilions of the gods, the tall figure of the head of the Xiling Temple suddenly knelt down, his right hand still holding the scepter tightly, and the prayer sound that was as calm as water but as loud as thunder sounded in the wasteland.

Hundreds of thousands of Xiling Temple soldiers all knelt on the ground, and followed the master of the sect to start praying together, even the Tang army also knelt on the ground, because they were also Haotian believers, and they were also afraid of the coming of the eternal night.

Hundreds of thousands of people prayed in unison, at first the voices were a little noisy, then gradually became more and more neat, more powerful, and more and more shocking.

People prayed for the miracles of Haotian, for the strength of the light, and for the night to recede.

The sky in the south of the wasteland suddenly became brighter, as if an infinite amount of light had been re-injected into the sky, and the darkness that was slowly moving south in silence gradually stopped.

In the night there was a terrible crow chirping, and the inky night began to roll and roll, as if some kind of consciousness there felt blasphemous, and began to rage and rage.

The ice and snow lotus flower at the foot of Sangsang is already in full bloom.

She closed her eyes, tightly grasped the big black umbrella in her hand, and the cold aura kept gushing out of her body, rolling the breath of heaven and earth in the wasteland, turning into a dark black, and pouring into the night.

Ning Que stood not far from her, looking at her silently.

Light and darkness are fighting against each other with the heavenly dome as a battlefield, and this confrontation between light and darkness is actually a confrontation between existence and non-existence, far beyond the level of human beings, let alone his influence.

At this time, the cold aura in Sang Sang's body woke up, and even a piece of snow fell on her body, and it would also be shattered into the most subtle structure, so he could no longer hold her hand.

His hands were dripping with blood, and the beads of blood fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

He couldn't do anything at this time, there was no point in doing anything, so he could only watch her quietly.

Suddenly, he felt that the Qiē he saw at this time was somewhat familiar.

He looked south and found that the wasteland battlefield was littered with corpses. He looked at the sky, and there was a bright patch of light, like a blazing sun. And the night is sweeping away.

Ning Que confirmed that he had seen these images.

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(Report to everyone,There are some private things to deal with today.,So maybe it's this chapter.,I'm sorry.,Write four chapters tomorrow.,Well,That's really the ** coming.,I'm looking forward to it.,But I'm really nervous.,Because I'm not confident in my ability.,I'm afraid I can't write what I should have.,In short.,I'll work hard to write tomorrow.,See you tomorrow.。 ）