At this moment, the entire shore of Yinma Lake became even quieter than a tomb, and under Sima Qian's Purple Gold Immortal Domain, it was like a dead land.

I don't see the slightest bit of anger.

A willow leaf fell from the branch, silently falling to the ground, and then, the world within a hundred miles of Yinma Lake began to collapse rapidly.

The lake has dried up, its banks have collapsed, the willows have disappeared into nothingness, and the earth has stirred and tumbled.

It's like the end of the world.

In less than half a pillar of incense, the entire Yinma Lake disappeared, and the surrounding green also disappeared, replaced by a ruin.

After today, there will be no more such place as Drinking Horse Lake.

However, in the midst of this apocalyptic scene, there was a man sitting in it, seemingly undisturbed by the outside world, with his head bowed, a book between his knees, and a surge of pen and ink in his hands, as if he were writing something.

The eternal smile on his face disappeared, the corners of his mouth were bitter, and the brows between his eyebrows were indescribably gloomy.

is not regretting the destruction of Yuma Lake, but making a silent tribute to the two old friends.

From this day on, he was the only one left among those people back then.

At this moment, he suddenly hated himself a little, hated his immortal and immortal way, and even hated himself at the moment before, he couldn't do anything, and no one could save him.

It's just like when Li Guinian and Duan Yue fell.

What is the point of such immortality?

Now the only thing he can do is to record this battle in its original form. They are the greatest forerunners in the history of mankind.

Suddenly, a tear fell on the book. A few strokes of ink were completely blurred, and the air was filled with a taste of sadness, as if it could tear people's hearts apart.

Unfortunately, no one can see this scene, after all, he is destined to be the loneliest person in the world.

No one can tell the sorrow in his heart, and no one can see the tears in the corners of his eyes. He could only watch his friends come to the end of their lives, and then the next year. In front of their tombstones, pour a bowl of sake, hold a cluster of daisies, and tell them. I'm still alive.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally stopped the pen in his hand, and then looked up at the stele pavilion on the shore of Yinma Lake.

It was the only thing that remained after the destruction of this world.

Because the person who created this stele pavilion has an eternal sacred heart.

In the dark, he seemed to be able to see five deceased friends reunited in the pavilion, drinking and chanting poetry, so unhappy.

So he gently closed the book on his lap. Stood up, walked to the side of the stele pavilion, and stretched out his hand. Slowly stroking the stone pillar under the pavilion, he sighed faintly.

"I haven't had time to tell you yet, what happened in Tianqi Mountain and Beigu Mountain back then, why are you willing to leave like this......

......

At the same time, hundreds of miles away from Yuma Lake, the saints did not seem to have recovered from the strong shock, and they all craned their necks. Looking at the dark night sky, what you want in your heart. It can't be calmed down for a long time.

"It turns out that on top of the contemplation and magic pen, is there still a big world?"

Lu Yu sighed from the bottom of his heart, but he had mixed feelings in his heart, because before this, no one would have thought that the end of the Holy Dao was so far away from them.

Lu Yu's emotion expressed the hearts of all the saints present, I don't know, in my lifetime, can the people here have the opportunity to walk into the farther scenery?

However, while the saints were still immersed in incomparable awe and expectation, a voice rang out at an inopportune time.

"I don't know how to defeat the negative geometry?"

The emperor's words suddenly made the atmosphere in the room extremely solemn.

Because they had all sensed that the two incomparably powerful holy powers within the Immortal Realm had suddenly disappeared without warning.

Could it be that the two saints have all fallen?

Or did they all break through their own realm, and their cultivation was even higher and more unfathomable, so none of them present could perceive their existence?

For the former possibility, the saints didn't even dare to think about it, because if it was really the case, then it would mean a great earthquake in the human world of culture!

The simultaneous collapse of the two major mountain ranges in the Sanctuary will be something even more terrifying than the Terran civil war!

After this, who will protect the world?

If the demon army returns, who will rule the Ten Kingdoms?

Therefore, at this time, everyone is more willing to lean towards the second possibility, but now that the Immortal Domain is still there, no one can enter within a hundred miles of the Drinking Horse Lake, so naturally they will not be able to know the final truth.

But how long can this Immortal Domain last?

At this moment, a voice full of sorrow sounded above the heads of the saints, with supreme majesty.

"Please let the ink saint and the bamboo saint come in!"

......

No one knows how earth-shaking the pattern of the ten kingdoms of the human race will change after this day, especially what the Jinguo and Jiguo will become.

No one knows what kind of chaos will be born in the Sanctuary without the suppression of these two saints after this day, and what kind of bane will be planted for the future.

But more importantly, people don't know for the time being what kind of changes the battle between Su Shi and Wang Xizhi on the shore of Yinma Lake has brought to the holy way of the world.

Putting aside the enlightenment of the saints, in fact, as early as when Su Shi wrote "Cold Food Post" in the air, the world had already been changed by him.

In a certain wooden house in the Weiguo Huizhou Mansion, on the bookshelf where the state examination papers over the years were piled up, an incomparably brilliant light of talent suddenly bloomed.

Under the golden light, the whole room was suddenly illuminated as bright as day, and then, a wisp of majestic talent descended, piercing people's eyes directly, as if revealing some kind of holy revelation.

In a wine shop in the Tang Kingdom, a scholar suddenly opened his drunken eyes and looked up at the dome of the tavern in disbelief.

In the next moment, several colorful talents and brilliance came as scheduled, bathing in the scholar's body one after another, with extraordinary momentum and outstanding talent.

So the scholar stood up from the table abruptly, and despite the shocked gazes of the proprietor and the drinker, he walked to the door of the tavern, and smiled at the sky.

At the same time, Su Wen suddenly felt a burning sensation in his arms, and the moonless bracelet on his wrist was scorching, making him stunned for a moment.

......

On this day, two of the most powerful people in the world of human literature and Taoism in a hundred years fell hand in hand.

On this day, the defense of the country was lost, and the army of Yan crossed the border on horseback, and the leader was holding a remnant flag and had to be angry.

On this day, the demon king Tianwolf said goodbye in his heart, and led the three thousand wolves under his command to leave the Tianlan Kingdom, and no one knew where he was going.

On this day, Su Wen lost his biggest backer in the world, and the road ahead was uncertain.

And at this time, he had just walked into the Lost Swamp.

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Yesterday, because of the celebration of the Zongzi Festival, I drank too much with my friends, and the guide zhì saved the manuscript wood, and this chapter was a little later, I hope you will forgive me. (To be continued)