Where this final light will fall......

It's the South China Sea.

The Lu Shen Immortal Sword that smashed through the Heavenly Immortal Que and subverted the entire Immortal Realm, shattered all obstacles and flew out from the Ghost Gate, and finally fell and smashed on the Immortal Island in the South China Sea!

That white light smashed into the South China Sea, and the fluctuations spread in an instant.

The tens of millions of tons of sea water in the South China Sea was first as silent as death, and then with that point as the center of the circle, the tide surged violently, and before it could erupt, it was pierced by the huge force of the splash, and completely shattered into nothingness.

......

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South China Sea Island.

Everyone looked up and looked at the white light that had fallen.

Lu Shen's sword can be pulled up, but it cannot be still.

This is an unstoppable sword that only exists in legends.

Once it falls, it can only be smashed...... There is no other way.

So Yi Xiao'an, who flew up, Ye Shisan, who burst out of his sleeve robe, Ye Shisan, who had a hideous face, and Li Changge, who controlled everything within a radius of ten miles into a sword, all their figures were drowned in a white light.

Heaven and earth are quiet.

It's as if it's back to many years ago, when this world was just born, it's a mess, mottled and barren, and thousands of creatures have never opened their eyes, so there is not the slightest sound here.

In the darkness of the ghost gate, the young man Bai Rong who stood in front of the last door, at this moment, finally brought some joy in his eyes, his face was still immersed in the pain of a long memory, Bai Rong hunted in the wind of the ghost gate, and asked in a trembling voice: "...... And now?"

"Now...... Everything has been destroyed by this sword, and your relatives, friends, hometown, and memories are gone. The white young man's voice was extremely soft, he laughed, and asked in a trembling voice: "Push open this door in front of you, and you can start again, do you push it or not?"

Bluestone was silent.

He kept looking back at the world, slowly turning his head, the six Jizo Bodhisattva Dharma bodies behind his mind, at this moment, twelve lines of blood and tears flowed out, and the movements covered his heart neatly, and the Sanskrit words flowing beside him were no longer stable.

Jian Zongming was at the entrance of the ghost gate, he was stunned to look at the scene after the white light bloomed in the world, when the white light gradually disappeared, the first thing he saw was the fairy island in the South China Sea that bore the brunt of the land sinking, the gravel ravine, the final peak had already collapsed, the entire fairy island was smashed into the bottom of the sea, the sea water was shattered, and now it turned into a fine sea mist.

The same is true of the Holy Island.

Nearer, not to mention the holy land, those unknown small worlds, the islands outside Fuzhou, all of which were smashed by Lu Shen, whether it was the indigenous people inside, the grass and trees, the vitality was cut off, and it was a miserable scene.

Farther away, the continent known as the "Central Plains" has not yet sunk, but the white light has swept through the Central Plains, from south to north, from east to west, and after passing by, there are no four seasons in the Central Plains.

There is only a dead winter.

The iron horses galloping on the steppe were crushed.

The ancient city walls, which had stood for thousands of years, were crushed.

The wind and snow swept away, the white bones flew sideways, the sword qi blew through, and the blood weathered.

Jian Zongming has never been a compassionate person, he is different from Qingshi, he does not practice Buddhism, does not learn Confucianism, does not ask the Tao, the truth of heaven and earth, a sword is the biggest.

He only cultivates the mind.

He knows the difference between good war and violence, the difference between conquest and killing, the two ends of rivers and lakes and temples, and the difference between immortality and strife.

Even the brutal Emperor of Great Qin never ...... Killed so many people.

The rivers he had walked, the ancient cities where he had carved his handwriting with his sword, the wine he had drunk, and the people he had seen.

It's all gone.

Jian Zongming took a deep breath.

The dark aura of the ghost gate boiled violently, and with the turn of the man in white, with an incomparably resolute forward attitude, he turned into thousands of long swords, spanning countless distances, and burst towards the thin young man in front of the huge door.

Yuan Tiangang just calmly raised a hand, the wind and snow wall rose from the ground, countless sword qi smashed in the wind and snow, sparks shot out, he smiled and said, "Huh...... Who was it at the beginning, saying that all living beings are suffering, and urging me to let go, but why can't you let go when the disaster that happened to me also fell on your head, and you are even crazier than me?"

Qingshi sighed, shook his big sleeves, and walked slowly in the direction of the white young man.

The sword aura in the wind and snow never stopped.

Sword Sect Ming shouted, and where his body stood three feet, the aura of the entire ghost gate was surging towards the big sleeve he raised, and endless sword qi rushed out from the big sleeve, mighty and unstoppable!

His face was pale, and he exerted his sword qi with all his might, and his ears were full of wind blades.

He couldn't listen to a word of the young man in white.

Yuan Tiangang raised his hands, and the wind and snow rolled up.

The young man in front of the high gate looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, and drank loudly.

"Jizang, Jian Zongming, the two of you have been guarding this door for so long, and you don't want others to break the rules, if there is no self today, Lu Shen will fall into the world, which of you dares to say that you will never push the door!"

Jian Zongming's eyes were scarlet.

The bluestone is still walking in the wind and snow, the green robe is shaking, and the whole person is as majestic as a mountain.

"If you don't experience my pain, who is there to persuade me to let go?"

The eight celestial phases that rotated behind Yuan Tiangang's head were entangled with each other, giving birth to a vision of vast stars.

Under the starry sky of the Ghost Gate——

His young immortal body just stood, his back against the door. Yuan Tiangang looked at the darkness he saw, and the monk who was covered in golden light was slowly walking towards him.

"Why?"

The young man clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and said, "Ah, aren't you a universal being, Jizo Bodhisattva, but you tell me, why, why!"

Walking to the bluestone in front of Yuan Tiangang, he took a deep breath and said, "It's not on the ground." ”

The monk who was entangled in the Buddha's light smiled miserably and said word by word: "No one has ever been ...... This door can't be pushed. ”

"This door was pushed open, and Lu Shen's shattered sword body was reassembled with the retrospection of time, and returned to the sky, and the immortal que of the zenith would definitely be recast, and everything in the sky would ...... It's going to go back to what you want it to be. ”

"You want your people to live. ”

"You want that fairy world to live. ”

"But...... I just want the world to survive, 3,000 living beings, hundreds of millions of plants and trees, mountains and rivers and stones, if you are alive, you can be a companion, and if you die, you will have no regrets. ”

Qingshi said with compassion: "You and I have different morals and different requests, if you save people, you will kill my clan...... If I tell you that if you open this door, you can save your people, but your deity will die forever, and the fairy world will never remember that there is such a person as you...... Would you like to?"

Yuan Tiangang was stunned.

In the immortal realm that he desperately wants to recast, there is actually no difference between it and the world today, there are also killings and conquests. And in the end, those figures who became the most majestic have their own one.

The power that the emperor of the world has, he has.

He also has immortality that the emperor of the world does not have.

So what exactly is he enjoying?

The soul that escaped with a life under the tip of Lu Shen's sword, lingering in the world, looking for an opportunity to pull out Lu Shen, it can be seen that he has been enjoying the ...... It is an immortal life, a purpose for some kind of advancement.

It's something called "presence".

In the battle of the first year of the Spring and Autumn Period in Lanling City, it can be omitted that the national teacher who planned the overall situation was a teenager, and you can also forget the image of him wearing a robe and a crown and a hand-cranked feather fan.

But you must not fail to mention his name, nor remember his words.

It's a sign of his existence.

So what Yi Xiao saw in the tomb of the overlord, what he saw in the memory of the great monarch, the national teacher of the Great Chu, the great Confucian in the Shifu period, one after another, gradually overlapped, and finally became a person.

When a person's life is long enough, then this journey that never ends is destined to be lonely and not die well.

The only proof that he was alive was that he was still remembered.

It is "existence".

This is the reason why Yuan Tiangang wants to revive the immortal realm.

The proof that he can prove that he truly enjoys immortality and has lived in the immortal realm is that he was ...... by those people in the immortal realm. On one's mind.

But it was all destroyed.

Nothing.

Then yourself and die...... What's the difference?

So the most brutal death, not the whole world has forgotten this person.

It's that the person is still alive.

His whole world is dead.

Yuan Tiangang couldn't accept this kind of ending.

He knew how it felt......

Along the way, the real death is never when the heart stops beating.

"We ordinary people...... It's not the same as you immortals. Qingshi smiled and said softly: "Yi Xiaoan is willing to be forgotten by the world for someone, such a death...... It's nothing to us, because we're emotional creatures. In the face of many choices, emotional animals will not hesitate or think. Even if it's a choice between life and death...... It doesn't matter. ”

The bluestone surrounded by the light of the Buddha said calmly: "What joy is life, and what is fear of death?"

Yuan Tiangang's pupils suddenly contracted.

Walking to the bluestone in front of him, up and down his body, the Buddha's light converged, with a strong sense of silence, the young monk suddenly opened his arms, and the thunder of heaven and earth trembled, wrapping the green robe and the white lily together.

Yuan Tiangang smashed out with a punch, and the eight heavens roared in unison, unexpectedly, the thin figure who was hit by a punch in the center of his eyebrows, his feet did not move at all, and he was as steady as Mount Tai.

Qingshi asked softly: "In this hell, I am not afraid of death, only of loneliness." Why don't you and I die together?"

Yuan Tiangang covered it with one palm!

He has no Lu Shen, and he wants to smash the immortal monk in front of him with his fists without leaking his body!

A palm fell——

Blood was pouring down from the top of the blue stone, and his face was full of crimson.

He suddenly shouted, "Sword Zongming!"

The man in white trembled suddenly, no longer hesitated, and his sword aura was like a tide, following a figure and sweeping towards the gate.

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