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Chapter 194. The Monument and the Immortal

The earth is silent, and the clouds mourn.

The burning dawn and dusk together pave the way for the superb scenery at this moment.

It was a sharp sword descending from high heaven, piercing the haze that shrouded the world.

With a flash of sword light, everything went silent, and the wind and rain ceased.

The crazy world also stagnates.

Their emotions at this moment stayed on their faces, and their despairing eyes were lit up by the sword light.Fearful because of anger, howling because of parting, all kinds of faces that are crazy and hateful because of no scruples turned into silence, the world and the earth are silent together, just look up at the sword glow that pierces the other side of the darkness.

A strange fluctuation spread from the center of the intersection line between black and white on the earth.

Like a tide.

The rising tide submerged everything, and a sense of suffocation surged up, strangling the throats of the spirits.Maybe it took a long time, maybe only a moment, the "submerged" people heard the melodious flute sound, as if someone was playing an unknown tune far, far away.

Boundless, long-lasting, but with a majesty that cannot be violated.

Who can play the flute, and in what state can they hear this tune?In this world, people from different countries, monks of different affiliations, and demons from different territories and different mountains and rivers have never raised the same question in such a unified way.

Slowly.

The submerged suffocation began to recede, the tide fell at this time, and the melodious song gradually faded away in their minds. When they recovered and wanted to find out, there was only a blank in their minds, and they didn't even have any memories of recalling it. Leave.Just like a thin layer of snow, it disappears completely after the sun comes out, so that people can no longer find it.

"The God of Ten Thousand Foods pays homage to the Venerable Master." Li Xi'an recited softly.

He holds a sword in one hand and a flute in the other.

When the melodious farewell song fell, the golden flute in his left hand gradually disintegrated and dissipated.Strange, when he came, he had nothing at all, but just now, he had everything, even better than himself in this world.

Li Xi'an carried the sword and carved words on the stone tablet.

"My name is the tribute of the god of all food, to enjoy the food and salary of all people and all things, and to practice virtue and resentment in all directions of the world." The ancestor once said.

The faint sword cut off the Faxiang, and the Xi sword cut off the ancestor's head.

When Li Xi'an stared at the eyes on the head, he saw the venomous anger, wanting to burn him.For this Venerable Master, he never did anything wrong and got bad consequences. He wanted to get back the mountains and rivers of Kyushu, but he just died here, surrounded by a sense of powerlessness that he had never felt since he stepped into the Realm of Oneness , as if in front of this immortal man in naked clothes, he went back to the past, back to the time when he was still a weak creature.

There is a saying that killing the ancestors is the same as killing the mountains and rivers.It means that beings at the level of the ancestors are hard to die, just like the mountains and rivers that have existed in the world since ancient times, killing and massacres cannot destroy them. One day, just like rivers will converge and mountains will rise, the ancestors will wake up. .

This sentence may not be accurate, but it can also be understood from it that the creatures in the real world are called ancestors after all, and it is extremely difficult to kill and perish.

Neither the terrible environment in the universe nor the crisis in the sea of ​​stars can stop them from passing one star after another.

But he died.

The head fell to the ground and the body fell.The boundless magic power and Taoism flowed away like his blood.

The two sharp swords that turned into dawn and dusk seemed to contain some kind of incredible power, and they brought him to silence.At the end of his gaze, he gave the immortal man the most vicious gaze and the most terrifying anger. He really wanted to ask, why, why are you!He never thought that he would die under the sword of another Kyushu creature.Such unwillingness, resentment, anger and incomprehension continued until the melodious flute sounded.

Heng Xiao Jin Ni?
This tune and that hole flute.

Among the ancestors, there is no one who can be shaken, Qingsuo Mountain, Changheng Road, Tianhua Yin, Master Hengxiao Jinni.

But didn't he leave?Supreme opened up the world and sent them away.The consciousness of Wanshi Shengong is gradually darkening, and his thinking is about to stop.The melodious flute is pulling his thoughts, using the melody as the rhythm, turning it into words, and lowering the Taoism. At this moment, he who is about to die under this melodious tune heard the beat, and someone treated him like this under this ancient law Said——

"Whoever wants to destroy at this moment must first destroy himself."

"I will give you a peaceful sleep for thousands of years, and you will be able to see the enemy clearly when you wake up."

The sound of the flute dissipated and melted into the light of the sword.

The stele was erected, sleeping in the Taoist name.

Li Xi'an wrote, the light of the sun dissipated in his hands, Zu's corpse lost his consciousness and life, and turned into a towering mountain. Li Xi'an looked into the distance, and everything he looked at was blood red.But soon, the blood was changing and glowing, and the sound of prayers could be heard, it was the people who had enshrined this ancestor.Life at this level has been separated from the category of bones and flesh, and the bones after death are classified as part of the heaven and earth.

He heard a faint question coming from the light.

The voice asked, "Who the hell are you?"

Who am I?Li Xi'an clasped his hands together in his long red robe, the burning dawn and dusk were extinguished in the high sky, the night stretched from the place where Li Xi'an stood to both sides, and the stars and moon cast light on the land again.

Looking back, Li Xi'an saw a shining golden lotus in his gaze.

He looked at the stele.

The foothold of Master Gong, the God of Ten Thousand Foods, was engraved with a line of small characters by him.

"Eternal Life."

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Darkness enveloped the land, and when the burning flames in the east and west disappeared, people re-adapted to the sudden darkness.

But near the junction, there was a figure flying through at high speed.

It was the woman in gray.

She was searching anxiously, spreading her spiritual consciousness as far as possible, sweeping every corner of the land under her eyes.

Until she saw a familiar figure lying on the ground.

The place where it appeared may be in the original small town, but now all the mountains and rivers in this place have disappeared and turned into a pitch-black flat land, where it can still be distinguished.

She descended, approaching the fallen figure.

Rough cloth, thick and straight eyebrows, and tanned skin.The woman in gray gently held up the man's face, feeling the familiar texture in her hand.

It is her husband.

Not that strange and powerful creature.

She never needs that kind of strength, but she also needs to thank him, and she must also be grateful to him.

That creature standing in the golden flame, majestic like an emperor.

If it weren't for his existence, this world would collapse under the power of the ancestors, and all life would be dead.Whether it is her, or her beloved husband and children.

The woman in gray bowed down to the only mountain standing here.

And no one can see the depths of this high mountain, which is built into an array with earth and wood as the shape.This mountain will imprison something forever, until the day the oath is made.

　There is another chapter before twelve o'clock

　　
　
(End of this chapter)