In the mist of the clouds, the pictures on the white jade wall flickered like floating lights, and the pictures flew by one by one, and the faint consciousness stayed quietly to watch. Only in the film segment, or suppress the ancient giants, or kill the barbarian beasts, or move mountains and calm the sea, the flood is raging, no matter what the picture is, there is a battle-hardened silver armor heavenly soldier, and in the center of countless pictures, there is the same man's figure, wearing a bright gold cloud pattern battle armor, holding a gilded ancient sword of the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, long hair like ink and satin is slightly back, and the man is surrounded by golden fairy energy, standing alone, revealing the momentum of looking at the world.

On the white jade wall, the original orderly and clear picture seems to be inexplicably disturbed, blurry and snowflaked, when the picture is clear again has been changed to a palace, Caixia is the top, auspicious clouds pave the way, nine dragon jade pillars are separated around the main hall, above the white jade platform, a thin middle-aged man in the robe of the Golden Dragon Emperor sits on the Liuyun Caixia Eight Treasures Carved Dragon Jade Couch, it is actually the Nine Heavens Immortal Emperor, and the lower Wenxian Martial God is divided into two rows, and there is a young man in a white prison uniform with shackles on the cloud road in the middle who is restrained by two Hercules.

It was the man who wore gold armor and held a golden sword like a god of war in countless pictures, the terrifying man who shattered the golden dragon body with one sword, killed the Nine Ghost Emperors with two swords, and cut off the body of the Thousand Demon God with three swords. Now he is shackled by the prison god, bound by the immortal rope, and nailed to his body, and the white prison uniform is stained with a little blood, and his spirit seems to be a little sluggish. But the man still held his head high, still arrogant, and the thick arms of the two Hercules pressed down on the man's shoulders, trying in vain to press the man to kneel and kneel, but it was difficult to move a bit, and gradually the muscles were green but still the same.

The Immortal Emperor above the main hall waved his hand, his mouth opened and closed, but there was no sound, and the whole picture was strangely quiet, it turned out to be a silent image!

Hercules bowed to the Immortal Emperor in fear, then bent down and withdrew from the main hall. The Immortal Emperor looked at the man with pity and seemed to persuade, the man looked sad and joyless, but shook his head slightly, and the immortals in the main hall kept saying something to the man, but the man still shook his head and said nothing.

The Immortal Emperor glanced deeply at the man, his face was reluctant and painful, and then slowly turned his head, gently waved his hand downward, and spit out a few words slightly in his mouth. The immortals immediately bowed down, and some even burst into tears, most of them with sadness on their faces. The man in prison clothes stood alone on the main hall, without sorrow or joy, and he was proud and unyielding.

Abruptly, the picture turned, and it was still silent.

At the end of the sky, the red glow reflects the sky, and the black unknown stone is built into a three-story platform, which is as tall and boxy as a large building. On the stone platform, there are Optimus stone pillars that reach to the sky, the color is brown and red, and the dark clouds are rolling and surging under the stone platform.

On the dark stone platform stood the man in prison clothes in the main hall, who had now removed the prison god shackles and untied the immortal ropes, leaving only nine Qiankun nails still in his body, revealing the black nail heads.

At this time, a silver-armored little heavenly soldier rushed to the man in prison clothes, with a respectful hand but tremblingly handed the man in prison clothes a bowl of sake, the originally expressionless man in prison clothes showed a trace of love in his eyes, stroked the silver helmet on the head of the little heavenly soldier, took the sake and drank it all.

The little heavenly soldier was about to say something, but was hurriedly repelled by the black-clothed god who seemed to be integrated with the dark stone platform on the side. When the little heavenly soldier turned into silver light and went away, he arched his hand slightly at the man in prison clothes, and threw the man in prison clothes on the top of the Optimus Stone Pillar like a streamer with one hand, and there was no injury.

Then he pointed at the stone end a few times, and suddenly five black chains flashing with red runes wrapped around the man in prison clothes and tied them firmly to the end of the stone pillar.

Looking upward, the black-clothed god danced his hands rapidly, forming complex handprints. A layer of the original phase dharma body gradually appeared on the body, and then the original phase dharma body detached from the body, and the black costume god turned into a divine light and fled. When the Dharma Body of the Black Suit Heavenly God was completely far away, it turned into a ball of light and rushed towards the groove in front of the maroon stone pillar.

In an instant, the stone pillar seemed to have spirituality, exuding a layer of pink fluorescence, and the whole body was as translucent as a precious jade, but the original maroon was very discordant, and the layers of jade pillars covered with pink luster were like blood scabs!

Suddenly, a thunderbolt slashed the jade pillar from the blood-colored clouds, booming, and then countless thunderbolts followed, and the black stone platform within a radius of hundreds of miles was full of thunder seas, wave after wave, as if it was endless!

The faint consciousness seemed to feel something, and it fluctuated violently. However, the space where the faint consciousness is located is undergoing strange changes, like a deep-sea whirlpool rotating and contracting around the singularity, but it is still unusually slow. The faint consciousness just stopped fluctuating, and the distorted illusion of the surrounding scene shrank into the white jade stone wall in a circle, and without waiting for a reaction, the rotation was sharp in vain, and the faint consciousness was hidden in the cloud swirl and instantly inhaled into the white jade stone wall......

In an instant, one day, one year, one hundred years, ten thousand years, a faint consciousness seems to have passed through the universe and shook like a big dream for the first time, and when I woke up, I found that I was in a strange place, and my body was still mixed in the clouds and mist to blend into one, the difference was that there was a simple small village below, and not far away there was a steep mountain that towered into the clouds and covered the distance. This is an ordinary and peaceful small village, no different from other places, farming, picking mulberry and weaving, only the family directly below has a fateful traction towards itself.

The family's house is very simple, but with bamboo and wood as the ridge and thatch as the eaves, there are only three bungalows. After years of exposure to the sun and rain, and tinkering, it is even more dilapidated, much worse than ordinary people. Outside the house, there was a yellow-faced thin man, who kept rubbing his hands and feet and seemed to be very nervous, but while four young children were jumping around the old mulberry tree in the courtyard and playing hide and seek, it was not very lively.

The faint consciousness is very incomprehensible, what is the connection between these and the touch in the heart? At this time, the yellow-faced man below yelled at the four children, and the children were so frightened that they all lined up obediently. After a while, the yellow-faced man asked again with apologetic and uneasy words in front of the humble room.

Yes, the faint consciousness finally knew that the traction in the dark came from the humble house, which was a very mysterious feeling, as if the room was itself.

As time passed, the children had already run to the house next door and were still playing happily, but the yellow-faced man in front of the house felt extremely impatient, pacing left and right, which made people feel restless.

In the blue space, a faint consciousness floats quietly, looking below, occasionally a few birds cross in the air. It's waiting, waiting for fate.

Suddenly, a dark cyan divine light swept across his body from the north. The faint consciousness was taken aback, and he saw an old Taoist priest who stepped on auspicious clouds in the distance, and looked at the old Taoist priest who shook his head slightly and seemed to be unable to see himself, and the faint consciousness was happy.

But I saw the old Taoist priest staring at him and pinching his fingers to plot. After a while, the old Taoist finger turned into a sword shape, scratched his eyebrows, and said something in his mouth. In an instant, a vertical red line appeared at the center of his eyebrows, and the red line opened and closed, and a vertical eye was born from the red light. Like the eye of the sky, it is like a haze outlined, but it is bright and restrained, simple and natural. Under the light of a god that seemed to be falling from the Yellow Spring, the faint consciousness felt that the vertical eyes became extremely majestic and penetrated through the heart, looking at everything.

Just when the faint consciousness was panicking, there was a strong traction and call from the house below. The faint consciousness was felt, and the old Taoist priest who had flown close turned into a divine dragon with a surprised gaze, the whole body was purple and circulating, the thunder snake was lingering all around, and the dark clouds were dense between the whistling, and the purple dragon shuttled and flew in the sea of clouds dyed with ink, and the thunder snake reflected the dark clouds with bursts of electric flash. The faint consciousness has never been so comfortable, if it weren't for the purple dragon and the flesh and blood, and he couldn't speak, he would definitely have to chant for nine days.

The time had come, and Zilong's body was mixed with electric light and rushed straight into the room below, disappearing.

"The four seas are vast, the dragon is singing, Kyushu is ten places, and the fairy bones are preserved. The gods and immortals fall into the dust, and the eight worlds and nine hardships are endless. If I ask where the immortals are in the world, I am crazy and crazy, greedy for the red dust drama world, and only envy the mandarin ducks and not the immortals. It seems that from the endless desolation comes an inexplicable song, endless sorrow and twists.

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The silver glow was scattered in the room, and the boy woke up in vain, sitting on the hard bed of sandalwood wisps and flowers, dazed, as if he had been dreaming for a long time and nothing seemed to have happened. But, why is his heart so painful and so sad, the young man stared at the silver-lit floor, and his heart was disturbed.