Let the surrounding sky collapse and fall into the vicissitudes of life, the three of them are standing in it, and the little half-immortal wants to see what tricks this Ying Long can conjure.

In the distance, a thin stream of yellow sand rose from the sky, and the sky and the earth turned a dark yellow. The ruins are surrounded by dead woods, perhaps a small green state, but now a sand yellow. The houses were sturdy, half of them were buried under the yellow sand, and the horses were brought in, shivering in the horrific vision, drenched and panting, and the terrifying sandstorms in the desert gradually showed their might.

The Great Asura King incarnated into a true body of 28,000 people who were ten years high, stepped into the sea of blood with one foot, and the sea water only reached the navel, and raised his mountain-like palm, which covered the sun and the moon with one palm. The earth turned into darkness and nothingness, cold blood poured into the sky, and the nine heads and thousand eyes of the Asura King spat out flames, and the roar shook the nine heavens and ten earths.

Xuezhi has never dared to look back. The scenery around him is constantly changing, and the majestic mountains behind him, the steep stone walls and the splitting of the sky, are the heroes who have taken root in this land and stood still.

A bare peak appeared at the end of the mountain road. There is a boulder standing abruptly on the edge of the cliff at the peak, crumbling, not bad for a thousand years, and people standing below are as dangerous as Mount Tai pressing eggs.

After a long journey, I finally looked back and saw my steps driven by fate, firm but dull. The zigzag and reciprocating routes, like a totem inlaid in the earth, peel off little by little, turn into soot and sprinkle in the heart, casting into the old city wall. After a journey, people's hearts gradually precipitated.

On the other side, the small hall was still dark, and the empress's body was gradually getting hard and cold. She stood still like a seated master, and she was extremely weird. I don't know if she was completely crushed by these things, or if she no longer had the energy to linger in the world, so she suddenly chose to go away.

In the midst of the incredible kaleidoscope of the exterior of those buildings, there is still order and consistency. The trunk of the tree is always the same, but the leaves are always in flux.

It's a pity that the dream is too beautiful, like a brilliant fireworks blooming in the night sky, which is stunning in an instant, and then shattered. The reincarnation of all things cannot be changed by manpower, and the only thing we can do is to stumble and bump, walk and stop on this dangerous road. Let the past be like smoke and dreams, and there will be no trace, let yourself rush to the wind and rain, lonely life, let the wind and moon roll in the red dust, the vicissitudes of the sea, let the emotional cliff rein in the horse, and be at ease with fate!

The sun always rises, and the mountains last forever. The flowers only bloom for a while, and the snow falls only three feet. Power change, dynastic game, royal hand, stars from the sky. In this land, there is always so much blood and bones, and the cycle starts again and again, but a new round of competition and another blood rain. Do mountains, or fall flowers, just look at whom, more quiet.

In the whole world, maybe she is the only one who knows what he wants to do in his last moments. And now, she can only look at him from this long distance, her heart is heartbroken, and she regrets it. He is silent, the vast sun and moon behind him, the vicissitudes of life for hundreds of millions of years, he will stand there forever.

I cling to my memories for the rest of my life, but the distance from reality is too far, just like we can never touch tomorrow, and I can't tell what we can't forget? The Cangsang years have been amazing, like the flow of water, after all, it can't stop the changes in the world.

People often say that the sea is dry and the stones are rotten, but later I learned that the sea is easy to dry up, and the stones are also easy to rot, and the rain is likely to come again. It turns out that the earth under your feet can be easily destroyed. Eternity does not exist.

When the footsteps of the years rush by, when the continuous spring rain sprinkles the vicissitudes of thousands of years, you can only look at the long river of years and take yesterday away. When the wheel of history rushes by, thousands of years are just a snap of a finger.

He didn't know, and when he met again, he didn't know how many years later, things had long been different, the weeds had withered and prospered, and how many people had died of old age, and dust had returned to dust. The great river is diverted, the giant lake dries up, the world rises and falls, the years change, and the human race Tianjiao will also have a day of old age. If one day, all the old people in the world, including the enemy, have grown old and buried in the loess, and he is the only one who will not die, even if it shocks the ancient and modern future, it is probably a kind of sorrow, and the world is vast, and there is no one who knows each other again.

Thousands of years of wind and frost along the way, eternal youth and rain. Ziyan attracted the phoenix, and Hanmei Aoxue welcomed a new look. The wind, blowing gently, raining, thinly falling. The feet of the red dust have crossed thousands of mountains and thousands of waters, from ancient millennium to the other side of the world today.

There are high mountains beyond the mountains, and no one will ever dare to claim to be the first in the world. But you have to know that every mountain is born by father and mother, made of flesh and bones, and everyone has been babbling, everyone's starting point is how to get up and walk, no one is much more than you, Sha Shuo's present is the past of the mountains, your present is our past. Ah Fei, the ghosts and gods are outside the Liuhe, and the people who walk in the world are mortals, why don't you dare to believe that the knife in your hand can be indestructible?

Tali's world toppled in an instant, crumbling from the foundation. She stood there looking down at her grandmother's lifeless face, and that alone had exhausted all her strength.

Some of the clean voices that have been hidden in the passing years. Sprinkled like flowing water in this twilight sky, the quicksand of time passed. After all, we have to hand over some things to time, and after all, we have to hand over some forgettings to years. The deeper the years have settled, the clearer the sea in my heart will be.

In the old courtyard, a table of traces of time was erected, and a bamboo chair swayed with an old demeanor when the flowing gold was sprinkled in the night. Looking at the alternation of life and death of flowers, the time of the day seems to have become a year of change of seasons, we are barren in waiting, and we are forgotten in waiting.

All life is buried in layers of sand until it sinks to the deepest part of the earth, all feelings disappear with life, and a powerful and mysterious creature like a dragon is eventually a white bone.

Because the newborn calf is not afraid of this fierce tiger-like world, he always believes that one day, he can return to the mountains and forests and escape the cage of the world. Many people, many years later, let the barren wind blow away the young man's hesitation, and the rock in his heart turned into sand, and he scattered when he touched it. How many people can die without flinching, dying without looking back, and dying without giving in? If they can, then God will also obey his will. However, most people don't understand this truth.

A long time will turn a flower-like girl into a withered old woman, a high-spirited teenager into dry bones, a sea into a mulberry field, a dull experience into an unforgettable, and an unforgettable memory into a memory.

I want to make a nut, a thick skin and a soft heart, through autumn frost and winter rain. I don't make such delicate flowers, I am willing to be fruitful, resist the wind and rain for a lifetime. Accumulate the essence of heaven and earth in the world, endure the snow, rain, wind and frost in the world, and finally become a nut.

The castle tower was covered in wind and sand, the walls were aging and peeling, and the white skeletons were buried in the wind and sand, and finally the entire city was finally buried by the wind and sand, leaving only Koharu standing on the desert with Xiao Tsubasa in his arms. The ancient city was buried, inevitably eroded by time and nature, and the sad travelers came and went, and the waits and legends disappeared with them.

Ying Long's angry voice came: "Nine-tailed fox, if it weren't for you, how could they see through it, if you break the contract of gods and demons, you will be cursed by gods and demons in this life." ”

Jiang Shuying said lightly: "Even so, it's better than you being reborn." ”

Jiang Shuying said to Xiao Banxian and Mo Liunian: "You take my hand, and I will take you out." ”

The two immediately held Jiang Shuying's hand, and a mist rose around Jiang Shuying, and the mist enveloped the three of them, and when the mist dissipated, Xiao Banxian found that he and Mo Liunian were still sitting cross-legged in front of the tombstone, and the tombstone slammed into two halves.

The red threads on the two of them have not been untied, and Jiang Shuying and Xingyu ink painting are standing beside them, and even the bright moon in the sky is still in place.

Xiao Banxian and Mo Liunian looked at each other, and they both understood that the thrilling nine deaths were just a dream.

Jiang Shuying said, "Are you awake?"

The little half-fairy turned to Jiang Shuying, Xingyu and the ink painting immediately stepped forward to untie the red line, and the little half-fairy asked, "How long have we been asleep?"

"Time for a stick of incense. Jiang Shuying said.

The red line was untied, and the two girls retreated first, Xiao Banxian and Mo Liunian both stood up, and Xiao Banxian asked, "What's going on?"

Jiang Shuying said: "This is indeed the cemetery of the gods, but it's a pity that the gods here are unwilling to accept the fact that they have died, so they try their best to regenerate themselves, but they don't know that they have already fallen into the devil's path." ”

The little half-immortal asked, "What is the god and demon contract?"

Jiang Shuying said: "It's a matter of secrecy, so I can't tell you." ”

Life is not the abyss, it is the plain you walk on and the mountains you want to climb, it is like every bed we have slept in, you never sink in, maybe it does not belong to us, but it must belong to you, you feel that it goes down, it is because of gravity, it will never drag you down the abyss, it just wants you to lie on the ground, listen to its voice, when you are rested, you have heard enough, you can stand up at any time.

The wind blew through the sunny sky of early summer, piled up clouds that were broken like ink, and my body was crawling with the roots of barren vines, dense and tight, wrapped in only a hypocritical and calm face, perhaps this was the most suitable outfit for me. Behold, the shadows of that season have flooded into the shadows, like torrential rains. The tenderness of sorrow turned into powder in the sound of extravagant hope, and let the passing wind carry it, scattered along the way in this vast river and mountain.

The dazzling and colorful Buddhist paintings in the dynasty are no longer full of brilliance, and the gongs, silver, iron spears, and golden ges are no longer earth-shattering. Every dusk and every morning, the one who listens to the wind and waits for the sun in the wilderness is only Guge himself. It waited there stubbornly and silently, ignoring the wind and rain.

The largest one on the porch depicts the three worlds of heaven, earth, and hell. And these three worlds, each with its own multiple layers, are stacked on top of a water monster like a pagoda. When the monster blinks, the earth shakes, and if it rolls, the past, present, and future of this world is gone.

After this great earthquake, the surrounding dozens of miles of large and small trees, some uprooted, some shook out of thin air, a famous mountain scenery, the cave heaven and blessed land, in this moment, will become a mud pit and a sea of fire. It is no wonder that the lofty buildings and pavilions in the world are easy to turn into rubble and barren hills.

The sunset gradually moved westward, Meng Fuyao sat on the beach, hugged his knees and watched the golden crow fall at the end of the sea, half of the sea was dyed with sunset, like a raging flame burning on the blue water, and at the end of the flame, it was probably the most mysterious country in the eyes of the world, ruling all directions with divine power, and never willing to lift the unreachable veil from above.

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