In Momei Villa, Mo Wushuang looked up at the night sky and was silent.

In the center of the Flowing Cloud Vortex, the eyes of the Firmament were looking around for his traces.

Maybe it's because Ming Ming's Heavenly Punishment has successfully destroyed the target, but Mo Wushuang's faintly transcendent aura still exists, making this supreme being above all things in heaven and earth also lose his mind for a moment.

No matter why that Heavenly Punishment changed direction, now is Mo Wushuang's chance.

As soon as the light in the stargazing map appeared, Mo Wushuang's figure disappeared out of thin air, and the otherworldly aura condensed from the star field on his body also disappeared.

Since he became a god, the stargazing chart has become an independent heaven and earth, and he is the master of it.

No matter how strong the laws of heaven and earth are, they must not invade even a single cent of them.

......

Mo Wushuang appeared in front of Mr. Wen Liu, gently wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"I'm sorry to worry you. ”

Seeing Mo Wushuang appear in front of them intact, the tears that Wei Sheng had been trying to hold back were completely shed with surprise at this moment.

She choked up and saluted seriously: "Congratulations to Senior Brother for attaining the Tao." ”

Mo Wushuang shook his head slightly, and said with a wry smile: "What is the Tao, it is just following in the footsteps of the ancestor, if you can walk out of a new path on your own, then it is the real Tao." ”

"Don't stick to the status quo, be good at finding another way, in this regard, the children of the North Ming family are also better than me. ”

Mr. Wen Liu hugged him tightly, and his words were full of joy that could not be expressed in words: "Don't be that poor mouth, in our eyes, you will always be the most powerful senior brother." ”

Including Ming Dao, who had just woken up, the second-generation disciples of Momei Villa all nodded in agreement.

"It would be nice if the third senior brother was still there. ”

Ming Dao's sudden words made everyone's expressions darken.

Mo Wushuang shook his head and sighed.

He could vaguely guess that Tianzhu would change direction, which might be the handiwork of Feng Liangjie.

If the Heavenly Dao calculus is cultivated to the extreme, it will be able to steal the sky and change the day.

Qu Youyuan took the lead in breaking the dull atmosphere and said, "The third senior brother has calculated the last hexagram, which has already gone beyond the scope of heaven, and can even conceal the way of heaven. Isn't this the realm he has pursued all his life?"

Mo Wushuang muttered: "Birth, old age, sickness and death, even immortals can't escape it, and it is also a good thing for the third junior brother to be able to attain the Tao at the end of his life." ”

He looked at the fellow disciples in front of him, the starlight in his hand swayed down, wrapped them all over, and said solemnly: "Now that the crisis in the villa has been eliminated, you should also take good care of your injuries, and you are not allowed to leave any root of the disease." ”

"I don't want to lose any of you. ”

Everyone hurriedly said yes.

They knew each other, and each of them had been badly wounded in the previous terrible battle.

For example, Qu Youyuan is almost exhausted of the eight veins of the strange meridians.

For example, Mr. Wen Liu is still in decline, faintly falling to the cultivation realm within the eighth order.

For example, the blood gas that has failed in Mingdao's body.

Even if Starlight could heal their injuries, the hidden wounds they left behind would take years to heal.

But now, Mo Wushuang's heart is still extremely satisfied.

In this battle, not a single person from the Momei Villa died in the battle.

And the Holy Pavilion paid the price they deserved.

But there is one thing he still can't let go.

The death of Fengliangjie is that his limit is approaching, even if he has become a god, he cannot change it.

But the reason why his longevity was depleted was largely to calculate the catastrophe he was about to suffer.

Moreover, at the last moment of Fengliangjie's life, he used the hexagram to steal the sky and change the sun, and lured the second heavenly punishment away, which gave him the opportunity to hide in the stargazing map again, and not appear in the sight of the eye of the sky.

He will remember this love for a lifetime.

Mr. Wen Liu suddenly thought of a question at this time, and asked in a trembling voice, "Then you ...... now?" Can't you leave the stargazing map?"

Mo Wushuang nodded.

Mr. Wen Liu's expression darkened slightly, squeezed out a smile, and said, "It's good that my life is saved." ”

Mo Wushuang was just about to answer, but suddenly his face changed, and the words he was about to say froze in his throat.

He smiled a little bitterly and said, "I'll go out." "Soaring Chinese

Mr. Wen Liu froze in place, stretched out his hand and wiped it on his face, but did not speak.

......

The Eye of the Sky still looked down indifferently on everything below.

As far as the eye can see, there is the Jiangnan area.

And in its pupils, another heavenly punishment is brewing.

This Heavenly Punishment is different from the previous ones, the previous two are precisely aimed at Mo Wushuang himself, no matter where Mo Wushuang flees, he will be found by Heavenly Punishment and then killed.

And now this one is indiscriminately shrouded in the entire Jiangnan region.

It is actually going to destroy the entire Jiangnan region.

For the people on the shores of West Lake, this terrifying sense of oppression is particularly strong.

Whether it was the previous Molong soaring into the sky, or the later stars shining brightly, the pillar of light falling from the sky, they could close the windows and doors tightly, and they could pretend that they didn't know anything, and seek peace of mind for a while.

But now, even if they sealed their house with a door panel, they couldn't stop the terrifying aura that crushed their whole hearts from seeping in.

Some people want to flee with their families, but the whole sky has been shrouded in absolute holy white light, where can they flee to?

Some people trembled all over, almost frantically praying for the blessing of the Bodhisattva, and as the sense of oppression infiltrated by the outside world became stronger and stronger, the awe of the Bodhisattva in their hearts instantly disappeared, and they ran out with a strange scream.

Some cultivators tried to break through the hole with their lifelong cultivation, but they disappeared in an instant under the confrontation with the heavens.

Some people are crazy, some people are desperate, some people want to struggle, but they can't get back.

Heaven will destroy them, and what power will they have to resist?

Soon, countless cries and moans echoed throughout the Jiangnan area.

Even if the Gangnam region still looks like a rich scene, these desperate voices are enough to make it feel like a hell on earth, and this place has indeed become a hell on earth.

Heaven has fallen, and all things do not exist.

In a private house, an old lady trembled and inserted the incense in her hand in front of the tablet, chanting words in her mouth.

A sturdy man rushed into the house, grabbed the old lady's hand, and dragged her out of the house desperately: "Mother, don't ask God, run quickly!"

The old lady pulled away from the man's drag, and snorted coldly: "The sky is about to fall, where else can I escape?"

The man was speechless for a moment.

The old lady slammed a shiver on his head: "I'm going to die anyway, can't you let the old woman and me go cleaner?"

The man covered his head and didn't know how to refute, as if he was at a loss, he inadvertently looked up at the window, and said in a lost voice: "Mother!"

"What's wrong?"

The old lady muttered and followed the man's instructions to look out the window, and her originally narrowed eyes suddenly glared at the boss.

Before their eyes was a starry sky.

A warm and soft starry sky that seems to be within reach of your hand.

The old lady stretched out her hand tremblingly, and really held a bright star in her hand.

The feeling of holding the stars in her hands was very warm, and the aura that was supposed to crush her spirit was gone after the stars started.

Her body shook and she looked up tremblingly.

The starry sky hung over their heads.

Above the starry sky, a person stands with a pen in his hand, like a fairy.

The man waved the brush in his hand, and the stars in the sky followed his strokes, protecting the whole world in it.

As if sensing the gaze below, he bowed his head and bowed slightly.

Then he turned into a starlight, and with a sky full of stars, he met the holy white light that seemed to destroy everything.

It took a long time for the mother and son to wake up.

The old lady looked at her palm in a daze, and the star she held was still beating in her palm, as if to greet her slightly.

The old lady looked at the man who was also stunned, and said with some uncertainty: "That ...... Isn't it the owner of the ink village?"

The man's mouth opened wide, and he couldn't retract it, and when he heard his mother's question, he nodded firmly: "It must be, I go to Momei Villa every day to deliver food, I won't be mistaken." ”

The old lady muttered in disbelief, "Master Mozhuang...... Are you an immortal?"

The man shook his head firmly and said: "Impossible, immortals are all legendary characters who are high above, and when the owner of Mo Zhuang sees me, he will say hello to me, and he can pronounce my name every time, how can it be ......"

He was suddenly stunned, and said to himself with some uncertainty: "Maybe...... Probably, right?"