On the left side, there is a vast ocean.

On the right, there is the boundless continent.

In front of him, is the rising sun.

Behind him, is the night moon of the death of relatives.

Looking up, on the blue sky, there are hundreds of heavenly gates, gold carvings and jade bricks, go to the fairyland.

Looking down, under the pitch-black ground, there is a thousand-foot underground, blue light and red flames, coming from the dead domain.

This is the six-way view.

Listen with your ears up, and there are peaceful sounds, laughter, laughter, choking, wailing, light anger, angry scolding, and crazy sounds.

This is the ear of the eight directions.

Seeing the six ways and listening to the eight directions is quiet.

It can be quiet, not long-lasting.

On the vast ocean, there were suddenly waves covering the sky, on the boundless continent, a vast dust storm suddenly appeared, and the rising sun suddenly rose brightly, and the night and moon on which relatives had passed away had disappeared.

The gate of the heavenly edge opened in an instant, and there were 100,000 gold-armored heavenly soldiers out.

The underworld was suddenly opened, and there were 100,000 black armored Yin soldiers coming.

Heaven and earth suddenly became a mess.

The change of the sun and the moon is getting faster and faster, and the vicissitudes of life are only in a blink of an eye; the gold armor and black armor are fighting endlessly, one soldier dies and another soldier goes out of the door, and the sea waves and dust storms are-for-tat, and the deafening sound resounded through the sky.

But.

In the last moment, there was chaos between heaven and earth.

In the next moment, there was nothing between heaven and earth.

There is a gorgeous aurora that comes out of nowhere to pierce the sky, intermittently breaking waves, clearing dust storms, fixing the sun and moon, killing 200,000 soldiers, and collecting the heavens and the earth.

After the aurora, a man came from afar.

He wore a lacquer-colored crown of hair, a black garment with glittering gold stripes, and a sheathed sword in his hand.

There is a clear male voice.

"Life is at a loss, and there are roughly three things to ask for. ”

"Rejoice, hearty, and live forever. ”

"Joy is easy, hearty is difficult, and there is no hope for immortality. ”

"But I don't believe it's hopeless. ”

"I don't believe that there is a certain truth in heaven and earth. ”

"Dao Yan, 10,000 yuan in a lifetime, 10,000 yuan into one. ”

"Then I'm going to be this. ”

"To be the first to open the heavens. ”

"To be the first to close the world. ”

"The gods of heaven and earth, you should be able to hear my mind!"

"If not, I'll decide!"

The male voice fell.

Seven auroras swept from beyond the sky.

Make a bright sun.

Make a bright moon together.

Let's do Shenzhou together.

Make an ocean together.

Make a gate of heaven together.

Do the underworld together.

The last one is to be the peak of the sky.

I felt that in a moment, the world was in a trance.

......

On the carved eaves of the house, brown wooden blocks rolled down and fell among the rows of rubble and rubble.

The immortal who was at ease half a moment ago was already broken in his hands and feet, unrecognizable, and covered in blood in the corridor of the house. Although the immortal's chest was still undulating, the wings of his nose were still trembling slightly, and his body, even his fingertips, could not move at all.

The immortal is worthy of being an immortal, and there is still a breath left.

An immortal is not an immortal after all, and there is only one breath left.

Suddenly, a cool breeze blew, blowing the green silk behind the immortal's head.

The green silk was raised, as if pointing forward unyieldingly.

A hundred feet away in front of him, there was a white robe, standing under the rising sun, in the light.

The original dark and gloomy Nuo Great Hall had already been blown away by it in a single way, and the entire hall door and a whole wall were blown away by it, and in the hall, the twelve python columns with a height of seven zhang were also bombarded by eight and a half of the powerful of its style.

When I looked up, I was devastated and in disarray.

Only the king is full of repair, and his body is dressed in white, and he is still not spotted.

"That's it. ”

He raised his sword in his hand, squinted at the immortal, mimicking his tone, and smiled lightly at the corner of his lips.

"[Knock on the royal court]. ”