Ning Que hugged Sangsang and flew towards the light, he had been flying for a long time, the people on the ground of the wasteland were about to turn into small black dots, and the big black horses were almost unable to see clearly.

At this time it was extremely far from the ground, and it stands to reason that nothing could fly here except a flying sword or a feathered arrow, and it was impossible for anyone to reach into the sky and grab his feet, unless that person was very tall.

Ning Que and Sang Sang passed through the golden dragon breath and gently fell to the ground of the wasteland, he held Sang Sang in his arms, looked up, and found that the figure in front of him was indeed very tall.

The man looked at Ning Que and Sang Sang, with his back to the sky dome and the golden dragon, his face was shrouded in darkness, and he couldn't see clearly, and the edge of his body seemed to be plated with a golden light, as if it was burning.

The man stood on the ground of the wasteland, but his tall figure seemed to be about to touch the heavens.

The man smiled and said, "Choices don't necessarily mean anything in themselves, but sometimes it can be interesting when you and I can make choices that affect the choices of others." ”

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In the illusion of the mountaineering test on the second floor of the academy, Ning Que had a conversation with a tall man, and he had never seen the tall man's face clearly.

"Between light and darkness, which side would you choose?"

"Why should I choose?"

"How did you choose before?"

"I am in darkness and my heart is in the light. ”

"I can't imagine that after so many years, I can see a weed swaying in the wind on the wall. ”

"You see, I just said you don't have to choose. ”

"But what if the sky falls?"

"How could the sky fall?"

"What if?"

"Naturally, there is a tall man on top of it...... Like you. ”

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Some time passed after the academy climbed the mountain. Ning Que knew who the tall man was, and many years later, in the wasteland where dreams became reality, he found that what he said was so accurate-even if the sky fell? There would always be a tall person on top of it, such as a person as tall as a teacher.

Ning Que knelt in front of the tall figure and said respectfully, "Teacher, you are here." ”

"Hmm. After thinking about it, I still couldn't figure it out, so I came. ”

The Master looked up at the great light in the sky and the fading night. He used his body to leave a shade on the wasteland, covering Ning Que and Sangsang, and the black daze swayed in the wind. It seems to be burning.

"I have thought for more than a thousand years, which side should I be on in the war between light and darkness, the problem is that I have never met Hades, I have no friendship with him, I don't like the cold, I don't like the silent and boring world that the Buddha saw, I don't like Haotian, and I even hate it a little. ”

The Master said, "That's why I always want to be a wall grass, and I can pour it wherever the wind blows." I've been asking you all these years which way you're going. In fact, he was also asking me where I should go, when I asked you in a dream that year, you said that you also want to be a wall grass, which really comforted me, it turned out that it was more important not to choose. Unfortunately. The wall grass is not so easy to do, and the wind can know the strength of the grass, and it can also break the strength of the grass. ”

Ning Que looked at his master and said worriedly, "But you finally made a choice. ”

The master glanced at Sangsang and said calmly, "Maybe my choice will eventually prove to be wrong, but at least for now, I want to choose this way." So that's how I choose. ”

Ning Que didn't know what to say, he was very moved at this time, and a little inexplicably sad, he was happy that he had a teacher, and he and Sang Sang were still alive, but he began to worry about how the teacher would face Haotian's anger.

The master looked at him and smiled, and continued: "Not choosing is indeed a kind of freedom, but if you dare not choose because of timidity, then it is not freedom. Making choices doesn't necessarily make sense, but it can be interesting. We live on earth not to be meaningful, but to be interesting. ”

The words in this passage are simple, but they are very meaningful.

Ning Que didn't think much about it, so he grasped what the teacher wanted to say, because he was a student of the academy - meaning is the purpose, meaning the process - the academy does not pay attention to the purpose, only the process.

Back then, Uncle Xiao was about to fight with the sky with a sword, probably because he thought this matter was very interesting.

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The light overwhelmed the world, and countless people knelt on their knees, not daring to look directly at the sky, praying silently with awe, and anyone who dared to stand was dead or about to die. However, in the brightest place of the wasteland, there was a tall man standing, and he used his figure to protect the daughter of the Immortal King.

This is a provocation to the majesty of the Haotian Divine Kingdom, and it is an unforgivable blasphemy.

In the golden dragon's quiet and indifferent eyes like a lake of light, an angry divine fire burned, and a distant and strict dragon roar resounded through the heavens and the earth again, followed by a powerful and terrifying dragon breath.

Countless fiery divine radiances mixed with crystal clear golden sand erupted from the dragon's head high in the sky, striking towards the surface of the wasteland, the power contained in this dragon's breath was even more powerful than before, and the air everywhere it passed began to burn, and a golden-white projection appeared on the surface of the wasteland.

Ning Que's gaze crossed the master's shoulder, saw this strange and shocking picture in the air, and looked at the endless dragon breath carrying the fire and light, his face changed slightly, and shouted, "Teacher, be careful!"

The Master did not turn around, but still had his back to the sky.

The golden sand fell from the sky, came behind him, and then disappeared in an instant, and the light and heat between the golden sand and gravel also disappeared in an instant, as if nothing had happened.

There seems to be a lake behind the Master, a hot lake where the volcano is about to erupt, and a sea, a hot sea before the cold region of the extreme north, and the dragon's breath is like countless ice cubes, thrown into the Atami Atami Atami Sea, and melted away in an instant.

All the golden dragon breath that attacked the master was dissolved into the tiniest particles of the world's origin by an invisible force, and dissolved into this world for purification.

This scene looks very simple, so it is very weird, no one can understand it, it is the purest Haotian Divine Radiance, the dragon breath that can purify a qiē thing in the world, will be purified by people.

Even if it is a cultivator who transcends the five realms and above. To be able to create his own rules in Haotian's world and have his own world, but he still can't ignore Haotian's rules in Haotian's world.

How did the Master do it?

The people of the wasteland were all on their knees, and no one dared to glance at the bright sky, but they could see what was happening in the wasteland, and they saw the Master appear, and they saw the golden dragon spewing dragon breath out to the Master. They saw the dragon's breath, which was coercive and terrifying, and which was by no means resistible to the human world, disappeared......

Looking at this scene, everyone was so shocked that they refused to believe their own eyes. And those who believe that they can't be wrong begin to doubt the world.

The Master of the Temple holds the scepter in his hand and kneels on his knees. The figure was still tall, but at this moment, his figure trembled violently, and compared to the tall figure in the wasteland, it seemed so short, so weak, so lowly.

The Great Priest of Heaven looked at the scene on the wasteland, the deep wrinkles on his face were twisted with shock, and the blood and gold dust in it peeled off. He muttered, "What kind of realm is this?"

The dragon's breath was in vain, and it was even purified, and the golden dragon's eyes revealed extremely complicated feelings, and the dragon's body suddenly tightened, this time it was no longer the distant and majestic dragon roar. It's a violent and angry dragon roar!

A strong hurricane roared through the wasteland, and countless black dirt and grass clippings were swept up, and the smoke and dust were filled, gradually obscuring the vision, and it seemed to be darker than the previous night in the north.

The golden dragon roared. Angrily and laboriously, he squeezed the dragon's body out of the clouds, and there was a golden rope dozens of feet thick tied to the dragon's body, the golden rope was extremely tight, and it seemed to drag a heavy object behind it.

A moment later, a chariot made of pure gold, pulled by the golden dragon, gradually drove out of the clouds and appeared in the human sky!

That golden chariot is extremely huge, if it falls on the ground, I am afraid that the entire Chang'an City will not be able to accommodate it, and those gold are not the gold of the world, it looks so pure and transparent, and the whole body is bright!

The sky was bright, the smoke and dust on the wasteland suddenly disappeared, and the light was as white as if it had fallen for dozens of days, and the space began to shake, and the earth began to shake.

On the golden chariot, there stood a god general.

This god general is wearing armor condensed by the light of the Haotian gods, and his body is extremely tall, as if it is a high mountain, compared to which the stone statue of the Buddha that once stood on the tile mountain is like a small stone man.

This god has a perfect face to the extreme, has his own graceful bearing, and can't find any problems, compared to the prince of Longqing, who was once known as the son of Xiling Mei, is like a beggar.

The expression of this god general was extremely indifferent, his eyes exuded a blazing white radiance, completely ruthless and ignorant, standing in the chariot overlooking the world, and the place where his gaze touched turned into nothingness.

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Except for the first lecture in the Hanging Temple and the Tsing Yi Taoist in the South China Sea, or the few people in the Qingshan Ant Cave after Zhishouguan, no one in the whole world can see this golden chariot and the divine generals on the car.

Ning Que sat in the figure of the master with Sang Sang in his arms, he was wearing sunglasses, although his eyes were tingling, he still looked at this scene in the air with wide eyes, shocked and speechless.

He knew that the teacher was very tall, but in the face of the anger of the Haotian Divine Kingdom, in the face of such a divine general who was as tall as a mountain and whose eyes were Haotian Shenhui, even if he was a teacher, what means could he have to deal with it?

The master turned to look at the golden chariot in the sky that was being dragged by the golden dragon, looked at the perfect light god general on the chariot, looked at the perfect face of the god general, and suddenly shook his head.

"There is no such thing as perfection, only what we think is perfect. ”

The master put his hands on his shoulders, looked at the bright god in the sky, and said, "Your perfection comes from thousands of old people, so you are not a human being, and you are not those old people. ”

The God of Light was indifferent, causing the golden dragon to descend from the sky in a golden chariot, and at some point, a light sword more than ten miles long appeared in his hand and slashed down towards the wasteland!

"You are from the Haotian Divine Kingdom, and you use the Divine Sword of Light, blindly bright, then you lack the truth, just like your existence, today, I will let you see the sword of the world. ”

The Master said, and then stretched out his right hand into the air and faced the south of the earth.

The clouds broke through the darkness, and a sword came from thousands of miles away from the south.

The sword was full of antiquity, the sword was as hot as dawn, and it came through the clouds, falling into the thick palm of the master's hand, humming slightly, expressing his own surrender and awe, and the pride of being able to be controlled by the master.

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(This is Chapter 4...... Fuck it, write a chapter, and try to get out before half past ten, while it's interesting. (Your support on this site is my biggest motivation.) )