Poetry Cloud:

Chaos does not divide the world into chaos, and no one can see it.

Since the ancient times have broken through the red and the Mongolian, we have opened up and distinguished from the clear and clean of the earth.

Covering the masses of beings is benevolent, and all things are invented to be good.

If you want to know the Yuan Gong of Creation, you must look at Suiyang to attract immortals.

When the day changed, Su Musha sat quietly and contemplated as in the past.

Even though he knew that he had no hope of becoming a Divine Dao Monarch, he still never abandoned his daily practice.

And all the changes happened in an instant, there was lightning and stone fire, and when I looked at it again, even if Su Musha had already urged the innate magic weapon to fly the immortal boat, he still never broke free from the treacherous shackles.

In a moment, Su Musha's methods and Dao methods for almost thousands of years in the past came out, and the magnificent Yuan Qi fluctuations had not yet dispersed, but they had all disappeared.

When you feel it carefully, there is a wisp of breath, as if it is of the same origin as the years, tightly surrounding the body of Su Musha.

As Lao Suo said in the past, the first method of the lord of Shiyi, if it is not used well, it is the magic power, and if it is used well, it is the law scripture - the spirit sealing technique!

The majestic breath of the years sealed Su Musha's perception, and the sound of the murmuring water of the long river resounded in Su Musha's ears, as if accompanied by the eternal years, Su Musha fell asleep because of this.

Everything happens in an instant.

Many of the backhands prepared by Su Musha have lost their calculations and plans.

As soon as the Qi rose, Su Musha fell into the road.

In the grogginess, Su Musha didn't know how long he had been asleep.

He can only be clear that the sound of the murmuring of the long river has always lingered in Su Musha's ears, and he has never lost it for a long time.

All kinds of changes, for all kinds of cultivators, may be just a moment, but when you look back, it may also be an indelible time.

......

In the Southern Regions, before leaving the Mountain Gate of the Hate Demon Sect, next to the abyss split by the Sword Monarch.

The three ancient monsters all stood silently aside.

Luo Qingyi looked at the mountains in the distance, and his bright eyes were in a trance, as if he was growing up from the Hate Demon Sect when he was young.

"Uncle Demon, you say...... Father, is he still alive...... The ancient realm has sunk for eternity, if ...... If he were alive, why would he not come to save the sceivants, why would he not come to save me, why would he not come to save me......"

Zuo Si stood aside, just silent when he heard the words, his cloudy eyes looking deeper into the ravine that Dao Jun had split in the past, as if he was looking at an indescribable existence.

"Tsing Yi, he should live, and he must live, this huge world, this living beings, even if it is difficult, even if it is difficult, even if it is difficult, he must always live, live day by day, live year by year, waiting...... Waiting to witness hope!"

As they spoke, their eyes were already red.

"That's it, in this world, how can there be a reason for a father to hide from his daughter, he gave me up in this rolling red dust, and the daughter has to fight for that breath, and when I see him in the future, I can count the grievances of this year......; I also have to bother Uncle Demon Spirit, break through the ruins of the East China Sea Festival with me, take out the mixed yuan demarcation nail, and let me go to the immortal mansion of the lord of the Shengxiao Building. ”

As she spoke, Luo Qingyi looked at the endless abyss, and in the misty dust and mist, there seemed to be a white-clothed figure looming, which made her lose her mind and feel lost.

......

I don't know if it's been an instant, or an infinite number of years.

This is the realm of the Void and the Vacuum.

There is no distinction between the upper and lower squares, and there is no difference between the universe and the universe.

In this world, the night is longer than the dream, and the person is longer than the love.

When he opened his eyes again, Su Mu covered what he saw, and it was all misty chaos.

This is an unknown place.

Su Mu covered his body and lay on the flying immortal boat, and he didn't know how long he had been floating in the chaos.

Even he couldn't tell the passing years, and he couldn't see his own longevity.

Floating like this.

Even Su Musha's divine consciousness became sluggish, enveloped in the Qi of Chaos, and fell into an infinite silence.

Suddenly.

For a moment.

In the secluded Tai Palace, in the hand of the Dragon Monarch, the gray floating dust trembled slightly like a fishing rod.

Just a moment.

Ripples ripple from the chaos.

Because of this ripple, the surroundings of the flying fairy boat seem to have earth, fire, water and wind, as if there are yin and yang.

When pure yin and pure yang are born, there is a breath of time when the years are born.

Because of this wisp of Qi of almost the same origin, Su Musha's body trembled violently.

For more than a thousand years, Su Musha's cold expression began to gradually melt in the dead silence of the Quartet World.

His countenance was sometimes hideous, sometimes joyful.

On that distorted face, there was like crying and laughing, and it was difficult to distinguish Su Musha's heart.

Su Mu covered his scarlet eyes, bent his body, half-knelt on the Flying Immortal Boat, and kept muttering.

"I am Su Musha, the eldest grandson of the Su clan of the Gu Han Kingdom in the past, and later entered the Immortal Dao, worshiped the Xuanyang Sect, the second generation, and entered the Hanging Moon Demon Sect...... Wu Taigu Immortal Path, No. Taiyuanzi ......"

There was infinite magic in the murmuring voice.

But it is precisely this kind of demonic sound that makes Su Musha always maintain the clarity of his soul.

Untouched by the Qi of Chaos.

The moment he woke up, Su Musha seemed to have lost a lot.

He especially remembered the past, but he couldn't judge everything in the chaos.

Lost direction, lost cause and effect, lost heaven and earth.

Even Su Musha couldn't judge what the road ahead was, so he could only let the Flying Immortal Boat slowly drift forward.

......

Floating like this.

It's as if I don't know how many years have passed.

Chaos cut off the shroud of time, and only a faint wisp of the Qi of time gradually applied to Su Musha's body, reminding this small creature that he was still alive.

"I am Su Musha, from the ancient realm, living II, called Taiyuan Zi ......"

For a long time, the Qi of Chaos was like frost in winter, and the gray Qi turned into its true form, shrouding Su Musha's white wolf daze a little bit, and dotted between Su Musha's eyebrows.

"I'm Su Musha, from ...... From...... There are II...... Natai Yuanzi ......"

The fog gradually thickened, and Su Musha's flesh that had been abundant in the past became shriveled up little by little.

The Flying Immortal Boat drifted with the tide and merged into the chaos, the majestic Yuan Qi of the past had disappeared without a trace, and it could only rely on qi and blood to urge.

After all, everything has become water without a source, a tree without roots.

When he saw it clearly, Su Musha had already become a person who was about to die.

I don't know how many years have passed, and he is still murmuring.

"I am ...... I am ......"

"Who am I? I...... I am...... I'm Tai Yuanzi."

"Who is Tai Yuanzi?"

The voice came and went, bright or hoarse, joyful or sad.

Gradually, he seemed to be caught in some kind of obstacle, his mouth kept muttering, his eyes were bloodshot, and the scarlet light could not be seen directly.

"Who am I?

"Who am I?

"Who am I?

......

Between the whispers, the Qi of Chaos, which was so dense that it could barely be dissolved, suddenly separated to the left and right.

His demonic voice suddenly stopped.

When I looked up, it was the same lonely boat.

There is a person on the flat boat, wearing a double-breasted robe, rusty flowers, birds, fish and insects, holding the side of the boat with one hand and a folding fan in the other, singing leisurely.

"The beginning of chaos is really hard to know,

Who knows how thick the earth is and how high the sky is,

The sun and moon shuttle urge people to grow old,

and fight for fame and profit,

It is inevitable that there will be a way of life and death,

Eight words should also make life.

......”

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