The blood of the sage, the root of the ancestor of Bodhi, the root of wisdom, the spirit of Zhoushan, and the seal of Pangu.

Supplement, Supplement, Supplement!!

The sound of the piano is high-pitched, the ring of the spirit is reversed, the tone of the piano is low, and the ring of the spirit is turning......

Reverse hematemesis, reverse hematemesis, reverse hematemesis, all hematemesis.

Shi Ji forgot to stroke the piano, and forgot to vomit blood, vomiting blood did not stop, and the sound of the piano was endless.

Her heart entered 'his' heart, and Shi Ji was reading the memories of Pangu in the Pangu era without selflessness, and from opening the world to incarnating all things, Pangu's memories of 18,000 years old in the desolate land.

She listened attentively to all the sounds made by Pangu, her heart moved, the manual piano moved, her hands simulated all the sounds of Pangu she heard, there was the joy of the beginning of the world, the repeated annoyance and angry scolding of the world, the sound of holding up and stepping on the earth, and the sound of holding up the blue sky......

There is the sound of bones raised by the body, the gurgling of blood, the thumping of the heart, the ticking of sweat dripping into rain, the rustle of the hair, and the clanging of teeth......

There is the joy of looking into the distance, the sigh of remembering the past, the nostalgia of talking to oneself, the sad and helpless complaint, the moan of physical exhaustion, and the deep sigh of loneliness in the heart......

Pangu's 18,000-day-old memory is very simple, very monotonous, he is the only one in the world, he has not even moved when he stands in one place, joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, all kinds of voices are all he has, his life.

His voice came from his body, from his mouth, and from his heart......

If the first half of his chaotic life is a magnificent and fascinating life, then the second half of his life is an ordinary and boring page-turning, day after day, year after year, day after day, year after year, he only did one thing in the second half of his life, hold on!

Until they can't hold it anymore and falls!

The glory after his death no longer belongs to him, but to the person who received his legacy.

Shi Ji read him page by page, read the first half of Pangu's life, Shi Ji listened to him sentence by sentence, listened to the first half of Pangu's life intermittently, his first half of life was wonderful, but she was deeply moved by the second half of his life, she cried silently, was happy, angry, sad, sad, sighed, and breathed......

The first half of his life was a god, a myth, and an amazing legend, but the second half of his life was a real life, with joys, sorrows, seven emotions and six desires, rich feelings, flesh and blood, labor and tiredness, life and death......

She loves this Pangu because she's just a mortal!

Bu Zhoushan's piano sound has changed again and again, it is just a small change, this time she wants to change big, and it can even be said to be a reshuffle, because whether it is the skin of the non-circumferential song, or the Pangu Dao elephant synthesized by the witch god, there is no surface, but no god.

Pangu Festival, I'm coming!

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

Shi Ji coughed up blood excitedly.

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New Island in the East China Sea, Zizhi Cliff.

The corners of Mai Daoren's eyes twitched and twitched, this blood was vomited for three days, it was really not his own blood, he was not distressed at all, but did he ever think about his feelings, he watched others spit out his blood, his heart was blocked, his heart was congested!

The green-robed Taoist glanced at the Mai Taoist and said with a sullen smile: "Who let the Taoist intervene?"

Mai Daoren smiled bitterly and did not speak.

The green-robed Taoist didn't intend to let him go, "Doesn't Daoyou mean that life and death are in the sky?"

Mai Taoist seemed to know that the Taoist had this question, and he unhurriedly said the answer he had already thought of: "Poor Dao refers to life and death, life and wealth. ”

The Qingpao Daoist frowned slightly, and said with a little dissatisfaction: "So you say that you are self-proclaimed?"

Mai Daoist flicked his sleeves and said without joy or anger: "Poor Dao is not heaven, but he knows the will of heaven. ”

"Oh?" the green-robed Taoist raised his eyebrows and said in a strange voice, "I don't know what the will of heaven is?"

Mai Taoist said seriously: "The person who saves herself, the sky will save her, since she has saved herself, the sky will naturally not abandon her, since she can save herself at this moment with the essence of the poor way, she has chosen the poor road, she has chosen the poor road, and God has chosen the poor road!"

The Taoist tongue blooms with lotus flowers, which is convincing.

This person does not include the blue-robed Taoist.

The green-robed Taoist sneered at him and said mercilessly: "Talking nonsense!"

Mai Daoist is very good-tempered, not angry at all and said: "In fact, the poor Dao has a great fate with her, and the spell of the poor Dao is passed on by her, and she broke the body of the beast because of the poor Dao, and was robbed by the labyrinth, always... The poor road owes her. ”

The Qingpao Daoist didn't say anything this time, but there was something wrong with his eyes when he looked at the old Mai.

He said in a deep voice: "You have worked hard this time, are you really only here to be a lobbyist for the dragon clan?"

Mai Michi didn't speak.

The Taoist in the green robe understood, in the Bodhi array, he injured the Taoist with the Zhuxian sword, the Taoist just shouted that he wanted to go to the senior brother to evaluate the teacher to comment, but then it was thunder and rain, and the deep-sea fishing Jin Ao was the six pure bamboos that the Taoist took the initiative to lend him, and the Taoist went to sea, and the Taoist worked hard to seal the ground crack at the bottom of the ruins, and it took several years to seal, and the Taoist had no intention of leaving.

It turned out that he wanted to transfer the cause and effect and let him take over!

The Taoist in the green robe was nameless, and he was snuffed out by Zhun Ti, and the Taoist said: "Originally, there was this plan, but today the poor Dao has been returned, so I won't bother the Taoist friends!"

The green-robed Taoist wants to be angry......

But I can't speak!

His heart trembled slightly.

I was asked.

Not only him, but also Mai Daoren, all the heaven and earth powers in heaven and earth, the Emperor of Heavenly Court, the Earth Witch Venerable, the Master of the Blood Sea, the Dragon Lair Relic, and the Demon Yuan Ancient Demon ......

There is also the female snail saint, the lord of reincarnation, Zixiao Hongjun!

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At the top of the week, Tsing Yi was stained with blood, and his slender hands stroked the piano.

After nine days and ten nights, she finally asked:

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Hongmeng has not been sentenced, who is in charge?

Three thousand gods and demons, who is respected?

Who holds the axe?

The gods and demons are in the way, who will kill them?

Earth, fire, feng shui, who suppresses it?

Heaven and earth are repeated, who is responsible?

The sky is high, who holds it up?

The ground is thick, who exerts force?

The sky is high and the earth is thick, whose heart is working?

Long live eight thousand, who has gray hair?

The god's body is empty, who is tired to death?

If you don't go to Zhou Shenshan, who will be left behind?

Standing up to the sky, who is the backbone?

Brilliant Day, whose left eye?

Nine days of bright moon, whose right eye?

Zhou Tianxingchen, who has white hair?

Nine days of wind and clouds, who is angry?

Whiskers Thunder, whose voice?

The origin of life, who gave birth to it?

Innate souls, who will leave them?

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The way of heaven is in the sky, whose heaven is it?

Whose land is the tunnel?

Humanity is the world, whose world is it?

In the desolate world, who is the master?

All things multiply, what man-made things?

The blood of all beings, who is the father?

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Heaven, earth, man, god, ghost, kind, spirit......

Do you know? Do you know? Forgetful?

Sacrifice or not?

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