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The setting sun dyed the red clouds, but it could not bring out a trace of vitality in the central cloud realm today.

In this dead world, the disaster scene after that catastrophe is still vivid, how many corpses are still in place, except for the armor that symbolizes the identity on the body, it doesn't matter who it is, the body is dead, and the soul returns to the Styx. However, although the Pangu tree was pierced through the torso, it was still firmly entangled in Nuwa Stone, and in the gilded pavilion at the highest point, there were two figures sitting across the chessboard, one of them was a white-eyed old man, the other was a man in a black shirt, and a girl in a flower dress sat on the eaves of the pavilion with her hands on her cheeks, casually listening to the conversation between the two people below, kicking her calves and watching the sea of clouds from afar.

"I would like to transform into a stone bridge, and be blown by the wind for five hundred years, the sun for five hundred years, and the rain for five hundred years, and I just ask you to pass over the bridge." The white-eyed old man Donghuang Shili muttered, and his eyes that had gone through vicissitudes fell on the old oil-paper umbrella on the side.

The man in the black shirt sat quietly, completely with the attitude of the younger generation listening carefully.

"I envy you." Donghuang Shili smiled with relief, "One has passed through the door of death, and the other has been reborn through the six realms, so that the front edge is continued, although I didn't see it so thoroughly at the beginning, but after all, it contributed to the unexpected joy, very good." ”

"Maybe it's all my own arrangement." Zong Yang smiled slightly.

Xiao Zhao, who was listening to his ears, hurriedly interjected at this time: "Hey, I've told you a few times, I'm not your own face, grandpa, don't believe me." ”

Donghuang Shili listened to the rebuttal of his lovely granddaughter, but the smile on his face deepened, and said: "I used to be most afraid that you would lose in love like me, but now it seems that I am too worried. ”

Although Xiao Zhao didn't admit that his previous life was his own face, he actually didn't think about his past life, but when he heard his grandfather say this, his heart was still beautiful, after all, he was at the age when he first fell in love, and after the battle of Bagua Mountain Zongyang against Zhuo Lingchao of the Eight Desolation Sword Shrine, he liked Zong Yang even more in his heart, and he would take out the candy man who was reluctant to eat it, and put it in his mouth with a smile.

Ten years later, there are still more than two years left, and the girl is silently growing up quickly.

"Still." Donghuang Shili suddenly changed his words, and said: "Your battle with the Red Moon Demon Sect is imminent, and you and my good granddaughter have no time to cultivate." ”

Zong Yang smiled and shook his head, and said the mystery: "Senior, in fact, the time you calculated to save the world has indeed not yet arrived, the Dao Demon War set off by the Red Moon Demon Sect this time is just the beginning, and there will be a battle in the Three Realms in the future." ”

"Oh," the Eastern Emperor Shili opened his eyes.

Zong Yang should have remembered a brother, and after a little tossing and turning, he explained: "There is a demon who returned to the underworld through the central cloud realm, this time I went to the underworld to kill Zhu Rong, and when I came back, I saw him, and he told me that he would rule the entire underworld again, so the battle between gods and demons in Shinto will be temporarily stopped, and at some point in the future, he will definitely lead the army of demon gods to attack Shinto and the mortal realm again." ”

"Is the Red Moon Demon Sect in the mortal realm waiting for the gods to come down to deal with it?"

"It's not." Zong Yang shook his head, and then said proudly: "I have united the Demon Realm, the East China Sea Dragon Palace, the Demon Hunting Clan, and the Divine Righteous Path, but I still need to ask my predecessors for one thing." ”

"Say." The Eastern Emperor is very simple.

Zong Yang stood up solemnly and said respectfully: "Eastern Emperor Sword." ”

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Xiao Zhao forgot to eat the candy man when he heard it, and his face was a little surprised, because the Donghuang Sword was his grandfather's natal sword, and the first sword on the sword list.

In the desert hinterland of the extreme south of the Yanlong Empire, Zong Yang stood alone in the sand wind, feeling that a certain character had been alone here, in order to return him a favor. The tragic scene at that time has gone with the wind, and a name that has been separated from the Eastern Emperor has also passed away.

"Actually, I have a question for you." Zong Yang said.

"Say."

Someone answered, but there was no one around, afraid that it was a remnant soul.

"When I was in Shinto, I heard Monkey King say that when he was in the mortal realm, he was defeated by two people, one was the Bull Demon King of the Great Sage of Pingtian, and the other was you. Although Monkey King has gone through the Divine Dao cultivation realm far beyond you, when he was beaten into the mortal realm, he was finally destroyed by the divine body, and after several death-to-death battles, his vitality will be greatly damaged. ”

"I know you well," the voice said unpleasantly.

Zong Yang smiled slightly, and replied: "Your demon hunter clan values favors so much, since I owe you a favor now, I should pay you back." ”

The remnant soul is silent, it should be suddenly.

Zong Yang continued: "Since you don't say it, then I will take what I know as the truth, and now I will tell you a secret, in Zixia Palace, someone has always carried something on him." ”

The remnant soul is silent, but the sand wind of this world is still.

"Thank you." After Zong Yang finished speaking, his figure flashed, his right hand slapped the ground, and a harpoon flew out of the sand in front of him.

Its owner's name is Xuan Huan.

The land of heaven forsaken, the ruins of the Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas.

There is a little monk chanting the scriptures to the broken Buddha statue in front, a golden body, and at the same time let the big Buddha of Tianchan Temple take off the golden body, the stone Buddha on the cliff wall of the thousand niches all collapse, and finally the great Buddha is possessed by the body, turning into a golden body Buddha and going west. For example, today there is a great monk in the Zen temple who comes here, no longer thinking about going down the mountain to grow hair and marrying a lady, and no longer thinking about finding the Taoist sect in the world to reason, seeing that the Buddha statues are dilapidated and ugly, so day after day they repaint them with gold and color.

Today, the great monk wore a torn robe to paint the 999th Buddha statue, and the wine gourd was missing, but a man in a black shirt stood behind him.

"Dafan Temple is gone, Tianchan Temple is gone, the old abbot said that I am the ninth Buddha root, since it is the last life, then I always have to give us my Buddha some land, see this place is big and no one occupies, I don't hurry up to paint the Buddha statue to build a temple, save future generations to remember. In the next life, I will leave it alone, hurry up and marry a lady, color is empty, color is empty, where does not color come from, Ami, you are a Buddha. ”

The great monk Dao Zen said energetically, Zong Yang listened calmly, I don't know if it was because he had been standing for a long time, Zong Yang simply sat on the ground.

Dao Chan was concentrating on painting the black and long benevolent eyebrows of this Buddha, and found that Zong Yang's action was only a slight pause, and suddenly said with a smile: "It's just that I haven't chosen a name yet." ”

"Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple." Zong Yang said.

Dao Chan was stunned for a moment, then pursed the tip of his lips, nodded and praised: "Well, a thousand shrines, ten thousand Buddhas, it can be regarded as a great development." ”

Zong Yang also did not explain that the temple was originally called this name.

"Young man, what about the girl," Daozen asked before putting pen to paper again.

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; "Dead." Zong Yang replied in two words.

There was silence for a while, and the two of them never forgot it, and each echoed in their hearts. After a long time, Daozen sighed and said to himself: "Missing is fate, and seeing each other is fate." Life is not forced, fate is not light. Since you let go of a thought for a while, you have a lifetime. ”

"I'll finish what she's left undone." Zong Yang smiled slightly.

Daochan knew what Zong Yang said, and he knew the purpose of Zong Yang's coming at this time, so he said solemnly: "You go, I will come." ”

In the Yin Yang Palace, the Red Cold Palace, where the palace master is located, is blurred in red veil under the bright starry sky tonight, and the breeze is blowing.

At the railing, the two sit opposite each other.

"How can you come back here" Yin Yang Xue Concubine is very good-looking in a red dress, and with the help of Yin Yang Kun in her body, she has now cultivated to the Immortal Venerable Realm, and her whole person has a little more immortal energy.

"Bring it back." Zong Yang said calmly, his body was wrapped in black chains, and he was carrying a crow's magic knife.

"What about others" Yin Yang Xue Concubine looked concerned, after all, the crow was her only dearest relative in this world. And since the farewell of the Yin Yang Palace, when he heard the last news that the crow had swept the Snow Lake Palace, he seemed to have disappeared from this world, and she tried her best to send people everywhere to find it, but there was no news.

"In the underworld." Zong Yang replied.

After hearing this, Concubine Yin and Yang's face began to be a little uneasy, but she forced this mood and asked, "What are you doing in the underworld, when will you come back?"

Zong Yang didn't intend to let Concubine Yin Yang Xue know too much about the Nine Killings of the Heavenly Underworld, but just said like an oath: "I will definitely bring him back." ”

Yin Yang Xue Concubine didn't ask anything, she believed more in Zong Yang's words, the moon in the night sky was getting colder, she picked up the light wine bowl on the table, and it was actually red wine from Qingqiu.

Zong Yang also tasted it, and he missed it very much.

Yin Yang Xue Concubine suddenly spoke: "Is there anything else to do with me?"

Zong Yang put down the shallow wine bowl and replied, "Yes." ”

Yin Yang Xue Concubine turned her face away, her eyes were obviously nowhere to be placed, but she said: "Is there anyone looking for someone to do things with a straight face?"

Zong Yang was a little embarrassed when he heard this, and then smiled slightly.

After Yin Yang Xue Concubine confirmed that there was no one around, she said angrily: "Don't worry, I only have Lu Beiyou in my heart, and I will be clear, so as not to be so lukewarm in the future." ”

Yicheng, Red Sleeve Building.

On the innermost stage, there is a new Oiran who can dance with a sword, and on the central table, there is a farmer in a green cloth cloth, but he is handsome, with red eyebrows and peach blossoms with a sword.

As usual, he ordered a plate of peanuts and a pot of wine, and sat quietly, but unlike usual, he waited for someone to wait for today.

A guy in a black robe and white boots sat down, his sleeves empty, and there was no "little coffin" behind him.

"Isn't it that you don't touch the wine, how can you talk doesn't count," the new guy teased, his tone sounding a little resentful.

The farmer looked up, and the two looked at each other and smiled. 00 collected and organized, the copyright belongs to the author or publisher.