"You should know who I am, and you are destined to walk this road, not to break or stand, and to stand after breaking."

"Go, go to the beginning of the ancients."

"Remember, if you do one thing, you will be injured, and if the injury is ten, you will die, and there is no way to save it!"

After some conversation, Qingxuan finally said to [Lu Xuan]:

"It's a bumpy road"

[Lu Xuan] nodded silently, got up and said goodbye to leave, before leaving, he turned around, and after making a solemn salute, he said softly:

"Qingxuan Daoist, I've hurt you"

With that, he quietly walked in the direction where Sui Gu had been.

Seeing [Lu Xuan] leave, Qing Xuan closed his eyes, and the ninth major injury slowly emerged.

He coughed violently, then looked sideways, waved his hand tiredly, and took a deep breath after sending Xiao Huo'er and Xiao Xi down.

"Next"

He frowned suddenly, sensing that there was a metamorphosis in his body, almost setting off a big wave that could not be concealed, and there were signs of being perceived by Taiyi and Fu Xi!

Qing Xuan's color changed, and he pursued the reason, but it was because of the consequences of his [even] Wa Emperor's anger,

With the increasing amount of Wahuang's qi in itself, it is becoming stronger and stronger, and a mellow and harmonious rhyme is spreading unstoppably.

If it continues like this, I am afraid that it will be discovered by Taiyi and Fuxi in advance, and even realize that something is wrong, once it is hunted before finding that [special node], maybe everything will fall short!

"Find a way to cover the waves first, and then continue to try to copy the [essence] of Emperor Wa and find that [special node]."

While muttering to himself, Qing Xuan took the initiative to stop the process of copying and copying, staring at the two near-transcendent ones who were still fighting each other, and suddenly coughed up blood.

"My time. Not much. ”

The Taoist began to crack, the crack did not disperse, spread from the most fundamental place, throughout, he was dying little by little, or rather

Little by little, he was being swallowed up by the Epoch Times.

"Could this be the final destination of the past Qingxuan?"

The Daoist in the fog continued to cough up blood, and the wounds of the Nine Dao Era made him weaker and weaker, and more and more on the verge of being assimilated and annihilated.

"We must find a place to cut off our ties to the era."

"Otherwise, it won't be long before I will be completely engulfed by the Epoch Times."

self-talking,

He dragged his tired body out of the Guangcheng Dao Palace, his brows were tightly locked, and after the nine major injuries gathered, he began to fall irretrievably towards the abyss,

Especially now that it is at the end of the calamity, the Epoch Times has become more and more crazy in its old age, and at this moment it is desperately trying to assimilate itself and prolong its life

"That [special node] must exist, and the scope of existence is the period of time between me guiding [Lu Xuan] to transform the Xuan, and then I am completely assimilated by the Epoch Times."

"I'm running out of time."

As there were more and more cracks on the body and true spirit, and as the nine great injuries became deeper and deeper, a sense of urgency surged in the hearts of Dao people in the fog.

He calculates all the past, all the present, all the future, and finally finds a place where he can temporarily resist the assimilation of the Epoch Times.

Qing Xuan quietly walked into the [present world], the era of [true end of the law] is coming, the present world has collapsed again, the great world has turned into a great universe, and the middle continent has become an ancestral star.

Cultivators are once again close to extinction in this era, and the [True End Method] is not just as simple as the dissipation of aura, the rules are all downgrading, and the strong are no longer always strong!

Even if a big Luo is here, with all his might, it will blow up a galaxy at most.

Ordinary true immortals, earth immortals have also been reduced to mundane, earth immortals treading water can not be more than knees, beating people like hanging paintings, true immortals can lift an elephant with one arm and throw it out

But that's about it.

Only the [Golden Immortal] of the original immortal level still has otherworldly abilities, and only those who have Dao Fruit do not fall into its prestige, and they are still the same.

The Qing Xuan Dao people looked around at this chaotic end of the world, and walked in front of the familiar mountain peak.

Tarzan.

He stood beside the coffin on the top of Mount Tai, and his eyes were extremely deep:

"This coffin."

It was only at this time that Qing Xuanfang had insight into the abnormality of the coffin, he opened the coffin, and Kong Qiu was lying in it, because of the end of the law, the old one was terrifying, and he was sleeping.

And beside the sleeping Kongqiu, there is a black wooden coffin, there are eight cracks on the coffin, engraved with the mysterious and mysterious Tao and reason, revealing the meaning of the end of the catastrophe, the prosperous era, the opening up, etc., and it seems incompatible with the entire Epoch Times.

The big coffin covers the small coffin.

Qing Xuan gently stroked the eight cracks on it, tried to open the black wooden coffin, and exerted a slight force, but the coffin did not move, which made him a little stunned.

You must know that today's self, even if he exerts a slight force, he can destroy the heavens and all worlds hundreds of times, and he can completely collapse the long river of time, but as a result, he can't shake this coffin.

Qing Xuan frowned, continued to exert strength, and the transcendent true body was urged, but he still couldn't lift the black wooden coffin.

He pondered for a long time,

Use the [Body of Doom], hold the Qingping Sword, and slash lightly!

This time it worked, and a crack appeared on the black wooden coffin, which happened to be the same as the other eight cracks.

"Huh?"

Qingxuan's heart was shocked, coughing up blood, and palpitations appeared on his face

He followed the crack and walked into it.

"You're here?"

A gentle voice sounded, and Ba Qingxuan, who was rubbing mahjong and playing poker, looked sideways and smiled at the same time.

All of them are dying.

Three big question marks popped up on the door of the Dao man in the fog.

………………

"So."

After talking for a while, Qing Xuan was stunned and spoke:

"So, you are. Me before? ”

"To be accurate and layman's terms, you are the ninth week." A black-clothed Qingxuan smiled and said, "By the way, I'm the second week." ”

As he spoke, he also coughed up blood, very sluggish, and obviously suffered from the nine major injuries.

Jiu Zhou Mu Qingxuan furrowed his brows deeply:

"So, in the previous eight cycles, I didn't find that [special node]?"

In the eighth week that had enlightened him, Mu Qingxuan raised his head:

"It's fair to say I didn't find it, but it's also fair to say. Got it. ”

"What do you mean?" The Daoist in the fog looked stunned and hurriedly asked.

Eight Zhou Mu Qingxuan pondered for a moment, and then said:

"Before you came, we didn't just play cards and discuss, we tried to deduce the breaking points together, and finally deduced the answer."

The Daoist in the fog didn't interject, just listened quietly, paying full attention, and the Eight Weeks Mu Qingxuan continued:

"The answer is."

"Nine is the extreme."

Hearing this, the Daoist in the fog was a little surprised, nine is the extreme?

His mind turned, he had a slight guess, and his expression changed suddenly.

"You mean the cycle, finally the ninth?"

"Yes." Zhou Mu Qingxuan nodded slightly: "If nothing else, the cycle is about to end, that is to say, if you fail, you are really defeated, and there will be no follow-up." ”

After a pause, he coughed again and asked:

"What extra arrangements did you make this time?"

The Taoist in the fog narrated two back hands, one in Xiao Yan and the other in Fu Xi.

Eight weeks of Qingxuan sighed:

"There are nine of us, and they are all different, and you have done the most perfect, my two chances, one saved Xiao Nian, it was a waste to say it, and the other time cast six reincarnations."

The Daoist in the fog was stunned, the six reincarnations were originally cast by themselves?

Qizhou Mu Qingxuan also smiled at this time and said:

"My two spare opportunities to interfere, one was wasted and was used to protect sentient beings, and the other was to melt the Heavenly Flag, Qingping Sword, Taiji Diagram, etc., and cast this thing."

As he spoke, he spread out his hand, and a dusty stone appeared, seemingly unusual, but it gave the Daoist in the fog a thrilling feeling.

The sixth, fifth, and fourth weeks each told themselves that they had wasted an opportunity, and the third and second weeks sighed, and their two spare opportunities were wasted.

As for Qingxuan in the first week, he just smiled:

"I built this coffin once to resist the assimilation of the Epoch Times, and another time I had a chance, I took the Eight Views Palace and buried it at the beginning of the Sui Dynasty, with the full force of the teacher's true body in its heyday, in case of emergency."

The Taoist in the fog was suddenly, no wonder in the past years, the Eight Views Palace suddenly disappeared, and he had traced it, but he couldn't find his whereabouts, but it was taken away during the first cycle?

In the first week, Qingxuan raised his head at this time:

"If I wait for the deduction to be true, nine is the extreme, and the cycle ends with you, then you may be the only point to break the game, and hope is all on you."

The Taoist in the fog smiled bitterly and shook his head:

"I am no different from you, in the outside world, I am also assimilated by the Epoch Times all the time, I can only curl up here like you, avoiding assimilation"

Eight Zhou Mu Qingxuan pondered for a moment and said:

"The back hand you left on Fu Xi's body, is it useless?"

The Daoist in the Fog shook his head:

"I'm not sure, maybe it works, maybe it doesn't. You can't gamble. ”

Zhu Qingxuan discussed for a while, and finally the first Zhou Qingxuan solemnly spoke:

"We also hope that the deduction is wrong, more than nine, like this, under an infinite cycle, it can't be said that it can be done once, but."

After a pause, he continued:

"But, if it's true that the number is less than nine, you're the last chance."

The Taoist in the fog looked solemn:

"What do you mean?"

The first generation smiled:

"We can join you and forcibly block the Epoch Times assimilation, as long as there is no tenth major injury, you will be fine."

The Daoist in the fog was silent for a moment, and said softly:

"So, if I fail, you will be gone."

Eight Zhoumu interjected:

"That's not what I said, if the cycle ends here, only you fit this era, only you can break the game, and if you don't do anything, when Taiyi and Fuxi decide the winner, we are doomed to disappear."

After a pause, he continued:

"And if the cycle is more than this time, then it will be even more harmless, even if you fail, I will disperse with you, and the next Qingxuan will come after all."

The Taoist in the fog listened silently and nodded silently.

He felt a little heavy, if the speculation was true, the cycle would end here, and he would be the [special node], and all the future would be carried on him.

The nine Qingxuan discussed with each other for a moment, and the other eight handed over all the remaining back hands to the Daoist in the Mist, and then walked one after another, walking into his body.

Every time a Qingxuan is combined, a major injury is suppressed, and when the eight Qingxuan all enter the body of the Dao in the mist, eight of the nine major injuries are dim.

He closed his eyes, realized for a long time, and finally pushed open the black wooden coffin and walked out slowly.

Sure enough, the sense of assimilation and devouring from the Epoch Times is gone.

As long as you don't add the tenth major injury, everything will be fine!

If you add the tenth way

Qing Xuan took a deep breath and looked at the beginning of the Sui Dynasty, when [Lu Xuan] pulled the root of the Tripartite Era and was ready to go to the [True Past].

He watched quietly and said to himself:

"No, how can the cycle end in this way? Could it be that the calculation is wrong, more than nine? ”

Talking to himself, the Daoist in the fog breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, and the burden on his body seemed to be much lighter, in this case, he was not the last one.

A faint smile appeared on Qingxuan's face.

However.

In the next moment, an accident suddenly happened.

At the beginning of the ancient times, [Lu Xuan] was at the center of the vibration of the tripartite [Era Root], in the absolute focus, and his figure gradually faded and gradually escaped into the real past

In the moment before the complete illusion, Fu Xi and Taiyi struck hand in hand and fell in advance.

'Buzz!! ’

The balance of the tripartite [Era Root] was broken, and the [Lu Xuan] at the center point was torn apart by the tripartite [Era Root], and was then swallowed and assimilated by the entire Epoch Times.

Scattered and cleaned.

"Nine for."

"That's a lot."

[O] ends here, evolving into [6], and the back road is exhausted.

Qing Xuan looked at this scene, a little distracted, his heart sank, and suddenly his scalp exploded, and his back was cold.

The Daoist in the fog suddenly raised his head, but saw that above the chaos, two [Near-Transcendent] were staring at him.

was discovered.

(End of chapter)