"It's time for me to die, the funeral and the Tang Dynasty are gone..... Oh, I really didn't live enough. ”

"But I'm not alive anymore........"

The Son of Heaven stood in the wasteland, staring at the sky in a daze, looking at the distant sky, empty and lonely.

Through the ages, the white clouds and dogs, everything will be extinguished, as Taiyuan said: Tell the world, there is no immortality.

There is no dynasty that will not wither, and there will be no eternal world, all the glory will eventually turn into dust, right and wrong, a stone tablet is engraved, left for future generations to comment.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am leaving, and I can see your light in this last life, and the regrets in my heart are still so small, of course, if I can not be lonely, I naturally do not want to be lonely. ”

The Son of Heaven muttered to himself: "It's a pity, as a saint, although I am not a seventy-two saint, but I have also made an exchange, the cause of the year, the fruit of today, there are laws in the underworld, it is me who should die, and I can't shirk it." ”

"Nagging, talking a lot, it's actually because I... I'm afraid of death. ”

His words fell, and many other Taishang stood behind him, and at this moment, a long sigh arose, and the monstrous light rain swayed, and the Son of Heaven looked at the sky, which was the place where the imperial tomb had left.

"Don't stay, it's still the outside world..... Interesting...."

The last voice disappeared, and his whole body completely dispersed from the world, leaving nothing behind.

A ray of light rose to the sky and burst out from the rain of light, which was the gathering of the breath of the Taishang, and what was condensed in it was the law of the "gods and witches".

After being imprisoned for 18,000 years, the gods and witches finally left, freed from the supreme who deceived heaven and earth.

Li Bichen looked at the light and nodded: "Brother Dao, it's easy to walk all the way." ”

"Maybe in a thousand years, we'll see each other again. ”

When will the next witch appear?

No one knows.

When the fate comes, it will naturally appear.

In the eighty-one transformation, the Taishang who can count everything is extinguished, which means that many people, their whereabouts will eventually be completely wiped out in the years, including those whose whereabouts are unknown.

Eighty-one people, his Taoism is not enough, only more than thirty, but it is powerful enough.

And at the moment of his fall, in Li Bichen, in Ren Tianshu, in Ye Yuan, in Zhu Ningxin, and in Ge You..... In some places that none of them could see, some changes were made.

It is either heaven or heaven.

.......

The Emperor of Heaven looked at the world, in the emperor's township, the cattle and sheep whispered, the wind blew through the field, and on the other side of Yin Mountain, the storm clouds were surging like the sea, the sacred palace was located on the top of the clouds, there was thunder vibrating in it, there was a white fire blazing and burning, he sat on the jade platform, there was no seven feelings, so he also lost the six desires.

Hebo is still fishing, the big river is flowing endlessly, there are stars swimming in it, he helped the hat, there are ripples in his eyes, but at this moment, the fishing rod in his hand vibrates gently, there is a supreme in the world has passed away, but there seems to be something caught in the long river, and then, a big dragon suddenly roared out of the river.

The mountain ghost played the flute, and the tune was very sad. She rode a black leopard and stepped on the top of the mountains, laughing silently. The vast sea of clouds swept through the eternal green dust, and there were fairy birds spreading their wings, which was the Dapeng and the ancestral crane, and the wings were spread out, and there were nine thousand miles.

Taiyuan opened his eyes in the boundary sea, and at this moment, the universe was shattered. The waves in all directions were shaking, and the magnificent mana was surging out like a great tide, he held the blue sky in his hand and suppressed the earth, and spit out the surging galaxy in his mouth, in the distance in front of him, at the end, there was a surging chaos, and in the deepest part, there seemed to be a huge holy shadow with six arms and a ghost face manifesting.

Kunlun manifested in the great wilderness, the elegant robe dragged to the ground, but it was a cloak of hair, his eyes were as dazzling as the sun in the sky, and behind him, there were several ancient phantoms following, among which there were many ancient supremes. Wherever he walked, everything sprouted, and there were plants and trees in the earth, and the dying spirit trembled, and even the clouds in the sky opened the way for him, and the heavens and the earth bowed down.

The sword of the interception of the sky has been rusted, in front of the eternal Qingcheng, even the time has become the object of ridicule and ridicule, countless immortals from the heavenly realm, the earth immortals to 100,000, or even millions, and all the passers-by, before the Qingcheng, in the face of the sword of the interception of the sky, all have to bow their heads, behind the sword, there is a Taoist sitting with his head down, the sword and the person are facing back, and on the sword, the word Qingping is written.

Xiangyu held a bamboo umbrella, he carried an iron pen behind him, the water between heaven and earth poured down, his clothes were wet, stopped in front of an ancient road, closed his eyes, and felt in the dark, and a new hope was born in the silence, so he lowered his head and saw a flower on the side of the road that was pressed by the rain and could not breathe. He stretched out his hand and plucked the flower, two at a time, but watched the flower turn into a girl.

The bamboo slip in his hand suddenly burned, and countless shadows appeared around him, among which there were laughers, scolders, sighs, and people who looked at him, a person he had never seen before. So he was terrified, and brandished whatever he could, trying to drive these terrible phantoms out of his world.

The cave spirit rode the iron rod, driving the ancient boat to rise and fall in the universe, it traveled through one heaven and earth after another, three thousand six hundred worlds, what an endless journey, he spit out an inexplicable voice, as if he was singing, I don't know who he was singing for.

Da Chi rises and falls in the Stygian Sea, the deep darkness envelops everything, the years become meaningless here, it does not know where it comes from, where it is going, and it does not know what form of existence it is, until this moment, there is a palm on the sea water, salvaging at will, but it catches it.

Daud was an old man, with a kind face, riding a blue unicorn upside down, and the mount paced through the vast wasteland, without purpose, as if he did not know where to go. So the old man patted it on the head, and the oxen below suddenly understood, and raised its hooves, and the heavens and the earth changed.

Those who can count people will be known, and of course there will be those who are difficult to know.

In the heavens and the world, changes begin to occur, some people fall and some people rise, light and shadow coexist in the world, yin and yang never appear alone, just as chaos and oneness.

And in a place that is indescribable, and where it is impossible to even describe, there is a Taiji diagram that slowly rotates.

If the gods and witches are still there, they can see who the person sitting under the Taiji diagram is.

He is the ancient "yin and yang".

Black and white are intertwined, and the monstrous water and the raging fire are entangled with each other.

But there is no sound, everything is ....... Silent.

.........