The Green Snake of the Great Wilderness becomes enlightened

Chapter 665
Under the catastrophe, the catastrophe swallows up the spiritual luck, and the catastrophe lasts for a day, and the catastrophe does not stop.

The luck of life is the foundation of fortune in life, and also the root of destiny. Fate is determined by the sky, and luck is born by me.

Luck is the luck of fate. If the luck is exhausted, the fate will be swallowed by the calamity cloud, and life and death cannot be changed. Life and death are determined by the sky.

Once the luck is exhausted, the Taoist way will die!
Therefore, luck is something that can be contended for by all powers. There is nothing invisible but there are Taoists and Taoists who control Taoism.

Nightless Tiancheng is the source of Qingluo's luck, the root of luck, once Tiancheng falls, Qingluo's luck will fall to the bottom, facing endless catastrophe and devouring Qi, if there is no luck in a lifetime, the fate will be difficult Change, life and death are determined by the sky and not by oneself.

Xiaozhu stood in front of the Eastern Tianmen, the war songs were sung high, the war drums were blaring, the fighting was endless, and the flames of war were raging.

She was waiting, waiting for the commander's order.

As Qingluo's eldest disciple, she has shouldered a lot. Although her cultivation level is not the strongest among all her disciples, her state of mind is the strongest.

Traveling for thousands of years, a heart has been sharpened by the wind and dust, and the Taoist realm is full of phenomena, surpassing Qukong's ruthless heart, Teng Liu's ice heart, Shuode's youthful heart, and Ao Bing's dragon heart.

The five disciples all have their own origins, only Xiaozhu has the most incompetent, and only Xiaozhu has the most malleable heart.

She didn't know that Qingluo used this great catastrophe to enlighten her, forge her way, and set foot on her own way.

The east is the direction where the army of one billion fierce demons is coming, and the demons charge endlessly.

The Heavenly Army is unparalleled in bravery, but it is gradually exhausted in the face of human sea tactics.

Even though they are gods, there are times when their divine power is exhausted, their mana is exhausted, and their minds are exhausted.

One by one against a hundred, or even one against a thousand, the inexhaustible ferocious beasts rushed up and tore apart the bodies of the exhausted and hoarse.

Heavenly soldiers were constantly dying under the claws of ferocious beasts, their golden and silver battle armors were torn apart, their mana was exhausted, and they had no one to help them, and they were surrounded by endless beast hordes.

The long sword that was swung tens of thousands of times by a golden fairy of the snake tribe finally stopped. He was too tired. Since the beginning of the battle, tens of thousands of monsters have been killed under the sword.

Blood was all over his body, not only the blood spattered by monsters, but also the blood from being bitten by sneak attacks by monsters again and again.

He knew that his life was coming to an end.

The battle drum of Tiancheng was still ringing loudly in his ears, shaking people's hearts, and his Dao heart also beat along with it.

Thinking back ten thousand years ago, he was a demon who had just opened up his spiritual wisdom, and was chased and killed by cultivators ignorantly. He was terrified all his life, fearing that tomorrow he would be skinned and cramped by a high-strength monk, and his soul would be refined for pills.

One day by chance, he heard that there was a city in the far southwest, where there was no life-and-death struggle, no killing, and it was peaceful and peaceful, where all races lived together, and his heart was moved.

So, after a hundred years of trekking, untold hardships came to the legendary city of thousands of races.

He will never forget it in his life, that night in a state of embarrassment, he escaped from the pursuit of the monks behind him and rushed to the city.

Thousands of clouds gathered in the sky, and the auspicious colors shrouded the sky, lighting up the sky for tens of thousands of miles.

Under the brilliance of thousands of pearls, the magnificent ancient city with eternal lights is as bright as the day.Countless immortals ascended to Tiancheng on the danyingling road, and there were immortals, demons, ghosts and others. . .But no one was surprised.

He took one step towards the road to the sky where the white flowers bloomed, and the monks who were chasing after him retreated one after another, not daring to take half a step.

There is no large formation, no law enforcement monks, no miracles, just because you can see the city from here, it is impossible to fight, this is the power of a city!
His heart melted into Tiancheng at that moment, and he climbed up the Danying Tianlu with a smile and a cry all over his body, and walked into the city that never sleeps, changing the fate of his life.

When the divine sense returned, thousands of ferocious beasts gathered beside him again, staring fiercely at him with red eyes, their sharp claws rubbed against the ground, and traces of saliva dripped from their big smelly mouths, all eager to try.

He knew that it was the end of his life.

Sitting cross-legged, the last magic power was released from the whole body, the divine sword was unsheathed and then returned to the sheath, and the man and the sword were companions, he laughed, the voice was not loud, and it spread thousands of miles.

"The city of heaven is immortal, my heart belongs forever!

Where there is light, there will never be night!

I wish to protect my heavenly city with my body!
Mountains and seas can be destroyed, and the sun and the moon can be dimmed!
Only my heavenly city, the holy light shines forever! "

The sound is transmitted for thousands of miles, and the last trace of sound is scattered, and light rises.The self-explosive power formed by exhausting the essence, blood, primordial spirit and laws of the Golden Immortal Realm wiped out all the beasts in a thousand-mile radius.

This is an ordinary immortal who no one remembers, but at this moment, he illuminates thousands of miles with his body, and has attracted the attention of many immortal soldiers.No one mourns for him, and there is no funeral, because his robes, the living are still fighting, and the dead are walking together.

In the center of self-explosion, a little light rose from the scorched black earth, rising far away.That is the falling spirit pattern of the city that never sleeps!Bring his soul into the city of heaven.

Even though they are dead, Luo Lingwen will bring their souls back home, to Tiancheng!

On the Tianmo battlefield, there was a sound of fairy voices, which was the last sound made by the lonely and brave soldiers between heaven and earth.

A fairy who is exhausted and dying, all recite the imperial edict of the heavenly city, the faint fairy sound is accompanied by the roar of monsters and beasts, the vast drum is supplemented by sound, and the immortals who are about to die, in the vast expanse of heaven and earth, In the tide, their voices were recited, and their swan song was uttered.

The city of heaven is immortal, my heart belongs forever!
Where there is light, there will never be night!

I wish to protect my heavenly city with my body!
Mountains and seas can be destroyed, and the sun and the moon can be dimmed!
Only my heavenly city, the holy light shines forever!
. . . . .

Tiancheng Shengzhao wandered around the battlefield of Heaven and Demon, not stopping, there was no grand and majestic chanting by thousands of immortals, but some immortals chanting alone.

This is their own voice, their own heart voice, the heart voice that does not belong to and is not subject to any oppression, with the heart voice of ants, recite the voice of heaven and earth, the fighting is endless, and the heart voice is endless.

The moment each sound ends, a grand light blooms, which is the last and only time for them to prove themselves to the world!
The heaven and the earth are black and yellow, and the universe has its prehistoric past.The way of heaven is always prosperous, and the saint hangs high.All living beings are ants, and all spirits are mayflies.

In the catastrophe of all beings, there are no miracles of heaven, no saints, only ants risking their lives to fight each other, and only mayflies risk their lives.

An ant is still an ant in the world, but a heroic soul in all living beings!

On the battlefield of Heavenly Demons, war songs hang high, ants sing heartfelt voices, and life blooms brightly, illuminating the sky city thousands of miles away, and the sky city also reflects the light of every life!
A little bit of star-like light rises into Tiancheng, and thousands of falling spirit patterns flash back to Tiancheng to embrace, the "home" that I love and protect all my life!
Although the voice of the ants is small, it can be heard throughout the world, conveying one's own heart with one's own voice, reflecting the heart of Dao with my heart, and reflecting the heart of heaven with the heart of Dao.

One after another immortals fell, and their Dao also dissipated and returned to the heaven and earth. The Dao was also ruthless but sentimental.

(End of this chapter)