The Dao Palace enters the Dao Palace, and the Dao tire enters the Dao body.

The spring thunder is rolling, the earth is unsealed, the white-robed Taoist opens his eyes, opens his mouth and breathes, the endless cold air between the heaven and the earth enters the mouth of the Taoist, the land of the four directions, spring returns to the earth, flowers bloom, winter goes to spring!

The Taoist stood up, the cold house was still cold, the cold wind blew in on all sides, lifted the Taoist's white robe, lifted the Taoist's long hair, the Taoist smiled slightly, and spit out a long-accumulated breath of turbidity in his chest to the front, the golden lotus in the lotus pond was covered with frost and snow one by one, and became a snow lotus, and the two elves were covered by the sudden wind and snow, becoming two snowmen.

"Ning Ze ......"

"Hehehe, Ning Ze, you're awake! You've been asleep for a long, long time!"

The two little ones jumped out of the snow shell and jumped into the humble house, and the simple joy and the crisp and childish laughter always made people feel good.

"What about the others?" Ning Ze asked, nodding Xiaoying's forehead.

Xiaolong suddenly slapped his head and shouted: "Ning Ze, hurry, hurry, you go, your mother is going to die!"

The gate of the Dao Palace opened silently, and the black-robed six methods instantly appeared beside Ning Ze, and he lowered his head and said apologetically: "The limit has come." ”

Ning Ze's reaction was very strange, he was calm, the calm was unbelievable, "You have done your best, mortal death is difficult to reverse after all," he paused for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "I have decided!"

Liufa raised his head suddenly, looked at Ning Ze in a daze, and asked, "Didn't you say that the time was not right?"

"I also want to wait, a hundred years is not enough, a thousand years is not enough, a thousand years is not enough, wait for 10,000 years! But who knows that a hundred years, thousands of years, and ten thousand years from now, it will be better than today, the time may be right now, the mother's limit is our time, 10,000 years is too long!"

Liufa nodded slightly, "It's good that you decide." ”

Ning Ze's head was high, and his face was rippling, so that people didn't dare to look at it directly, he took a step forward and said, "Then we will only fight for this day!"

Xiaolong, Xiaoying, and Zou Rong, who arrived at the end, although they didn't know what the two were talking about, they could see from the solemn expressions of the two that it must be a big deal, and their hearts became heavy.

"Morning bell!" Ning Ze groaned softly.

When!when!when!when......

The morning bell clothed in the glow does not ring by itself, and the refreshing bell is particularly refreshing today, and the bell rings like waking up to the world.

One by one, the disciples of the Northern Darkness heard the sound and moved, the morning bell had never rang for so long, there was no need to guess that everyone knew that there was something big, the people of the city stopped their work, everyone looked east, the morning bell rang so long, there must be something big in the snow mountain.

The six methods were on the left, Ning Ze was on the right, and the two stepped onto the four methods platform step by step in the morning bell.

"Twilight Drum!" said Liufa.

Knock! knock! knock......

With the black drum face without a hammer, the sound of the drums is desolate and tragic, the twilight drum is beating, the blood of the battle is boiling, one by one the disciples of the Northern Hell clenched the sword in their hands, they are under the North Hell Gate, the Eight Desolations hunt They have forged an iron-blooded heart with their own blood and the blood of thousands of clans, they are not afraid of killing them, and they are not afraid of death.

In the Futai house of Bailuya, an old woman with white hair and a sallow face opened her eyes when she heard the sound of bells and drums, and the old woman said with difficulty: "Yes...... Be...... Ze'er ...... "Tears of joy flowed from the old woman's dry eyes, and she was sure that her son was awake.

"Grandmother, are you awake? Yes, it's my father, it's my father! I'll go find my father!" The mantra turned around and was about to go out, but was pulled by a weak force, the old man shook his head, opened his mouth, and said with difficulty: "Don't ...... Go...... He...... He...... Yes...... Something......"

How could she not understand her Ze'er, if it was okay, he would have come a long time ago, she had never helped her son in her life, but she enjoyed great blessings, she didn't want to make trouble for her son, she just wanted to look at him again.

"Yan'er...... Willow...... Liu Ru, Fu ...... I...... Get up......" The old woman gasped as she pointed out the door.

"Little boy, old lady, she wants to go out!" Liu Ru looked at the mantra with red eyes.

"No, grandmother can't move at all!" said Mantra, frowning and lowering his voice.

"Words...... Child...... Snow...... Child...... Hurry up ......"

"Grandmother, Abba...... Woo woo woo ......" Xiao Xue'er cried softly.

Zhenyan grabbed his grandmother's thin hand, patted it gently, and said softly, "Yan'er will carry you out immediately." ”

The old woman let go of her hand.

The old man looked at the lifeless Mi Shi, sighed, and walked out, and the charm song and dance with the mantra Liu Ru Xiaohong, dismantled the entire bed, and knocked down two more doors before leaving the courtyard.

"Quick, quick, quick! get out of the way!"

"Quick, get out of the way, it's the old man!"

"Get out of the way of the old lady and pass ...... first"

The disciples of the Northern Darkness gave way one after another, the old lady was critically ill, and everyone knew that they were about to see the patriarch for the last time.

On the four-way platform, Liufa and Ning Ze stood side by side, they all heard and saw it, their hearts were sour, but they didn't step down from the four-way platform at all, the bell was still ringing, the drums were also beating, and the bells and drums were ringing in unison, as if they could give people endless courage.

Liufa handed the whip on his back to Ning Ze and nodded to him: "The deity can start." ”

Ning Ze's expression perked up when he heard this, he looked at the bed that came from afar, and pulled out a smile, "Mother, you'll be fine." ”

He raised a black scroll in his left hand, held the whip in his right hand, step by step, stepped into the air, when he stood still, the net of golden and silver light under his feet was vertical and horizontal, he stood on the human warp and weft, overlooking the four directions of the human race, the hearts of hundreds of millions of compatriots were hot, the sage robe on his body lit up, the human warp and weft blended with him, and the luck was one.

Ning Ze Langran spoke: "Heaven has the way of heaven, there is the way of the earth, people also have humanity, people, born in the ancient years, for the continuation of the race, the human race self-improvement, my human race under the leadership of the sages to seek the way in the Quartet, since then the compatriots have been adrift on one side, it is difficult to meet, it has been thousands of years, now, the world is one, the compatriots from all walks of life have returned, as the ancestor of the people, I have the responsibility to recognize the bloodline of the same race, integrate the humanity of my human race, and condense my humanitarian luck......

Dayu human race, Great Wilderness human race, Shifang Buddha human race, Great Yan human race, Eight Desolation people, East China Sea people, East China Sea people, origin people, netherworld people, willing to recognize the ancestors and return to the ancestors, follow me to my human race with the ancient rites, to recognize each other with the gift of brothers. ”

Ning Ze's voice spread all over the corners of the new world, and his figure was cast in the four directions, the Eight Desolations, the Origin, and the East China Sea, wherever the human race was, he would definitely see him wearing white linen clothes, a body of divine glory, a resolute face, a sad and sincere human ancestor, bowing down.

In the White Deer Academy, the great Confucian scholars of the Wenzong looked at the white figures in the sky and bowed with their hands together, and all the old people were in tears, if they didn't understand the history of blood and tears of the human race, they wouldn't understand their excitement and sadness at this moment.