Dijun's black moonlight is back

In the empty sea of ​​consciousness, the landslides and ground cracks were all very quiet, which Cang Ji had never expected at all.

The entire mountain across the sea of ​​consciousness shattered into tiny stones, falling like rain to the ground.

After the dust cleared, a Bodhi tree hung in front of Yan Sheng. It is as warm and moist as white jade, flawless and soft.

Bodhizi was so willing to use her true body to suppress her sea of ​​consciousness, Yansheng couldn't help but laugh.

At the end of her laugh, her eyes turned cold.

She raised the Evil Spirit Sword to her eyebrows, and then slashed it down with one strike.

The jade shattered silently, but the power that exploded pushed Cangji out in an instant, and both of them returned to the thirty-third heaven.

Under the rootless Bodhi tree in Mingjing Mountain, Bodhizi stroked his beard and smiled with relief.

Due to fate, he knew this day would happen early in the morning.

Countless people fell down behind him, and blood flowed down from the sky, like a bloody waterfall.

The Bodhi seed slowly turned into a wisp of blue smoke, drifting towards the canopy of trees overhead.

Born in Sisi, finally Sisi, there is a beginning and an end, no regrets.

A life star fell and turned into a dazzling stream of fire across the thirty-third sky, passing by Yan Sheng's side.

She couldn't help turning around to look at it, but she only saw its long burning tail after it plunged into the clouds.

Until this moment, she finally understood that she was far from Cangji. Although there are many wine bags and rice bags in the Thirty-third Heaven, Cangji is obviously not one of them.

The difference between them is not just in cultivation.

But Yan Sheng was no ordinary person. Liu Huo was beside her. She turned her head to look at Cang Ji in the firelight and showed a slight smile.

Yansheng often wins because she is not afraid of losing.

She pointed two fingers between her eyebrows and closed her eyes.

The wings opened and closed with her breathing, her fingers slowly left her skin, and a white thread-like light emerged from the seal.

This line was less than a foot long. When it was pulled out of Yan Sheng's body, it swam to the edge of the evil spirit sword and snaked around the hilt.

Cang Ji didn't expect it: "You actually took out your soul to imbue the magic weapon?!"

"That's not true." Yan Sheng chuckled.

Her magical weapon does not need a weapon spirit. She created a trace of her soul for no other reason than for this current battle.

"You are a good opponent," Yan Sheng said, "but I will not lose to anyone."

As soon as she finished speaking, she flew out with her sword and ducked in front of Cang Ji.

The white light and purple light on the evil spirit sword are intertwined together, like two big snakes fighting fiercely.

She raised her magic weapon high and lowered her arm to cut the sword at the moment Cang Ji raised his sword to defend.

This time there was no sound of landslides and earth cracking. Cang Ji saw the ray of soul on the evil spirit sword being shattered by his own magic weapon, and then turned into light spots and splashed away.

It would be fine if it were really light, but it would hurt more than the sharpest blade in the world.

Cang Ji had already cultivated an immortal golden body when he was 70,000 years old, but at this moment, he was penetrated by white fragments of light.

The fire phoenix behind her also wailed toward the sky in pain, and with a loud cry, it twisted and dissipated in the fine jade-like white light.

For the first time in her life, Cangji did not hold her Fengqi.

The tarnished divine sword fell from the clouds, broke through the clouds, and flew down to the world.

Yan Sheng placed the Evil Spirit Sword on Cang Ji's neck, raised his chin and looked at her coldly with lowered eyes. Tianzun was nothing more than that.

She had something she was reluctant to part with and something she wanted to protect, so she was destined to lose to Yan Sheng, who had nothing to worry about. Cang Ji closed her eyes and smiled as if relieved. She raised her head and waited for Yan Sheng to end her life.

A respectable opponent could be killed but not humiliated. Yan Sheng knew that he should cut off her bones with one sword and destroy her sea of ​​consciousness.

But she is not interested, her goal is Mingjing Mountain.

The Thirty-Third Heaven fell silent the moment the winner was decided. Cangji waited for a long time but did not get the ending she wanted.

When she opened her eyes, Yan Sheng was nowhere to be seen.

A dragon rolled in the clouds, and the colorful clouds broke through the dark clouds and shone on her body.

Yansheng returned to Mingjing Mountain, and this time Gongli Quan was waiting for her here.

He wore an extremely beautiful glazed armor, with silver-blue gradient tassels hanging from his ears to his waist. He held the Taiwei Halberd in his hand, and golden light surrounded it.

The rootless bodhi grew silently, and the young emperor under the tree looked up at it in a trance, seemingly not noticing anyone coming behind him.

"I have always known that today would come," Gong Liquan said to the bodhi tree crown without looking back, "and I have been waiting for today."

Yan Sheng is not in a hurry. After all, Gong Liquan is also her old friend. This time there is no Cangji or Bodhizi. She has plenty of time to settle all the past grudges.

She even had the time to put away her wings, put away her sword, and walked to Gong Liquan.

"Is Bodhisattva dead?" Yan Sheng asked.

Gongli Quan did not answer, but pointed at a flower on the Rootless Bodhi.

The fates of Taoist Kongliu and Patriarch Bodhi are so similar that one has to admire the permanence of heaven.

"Gongliquan," Yansheng rarely spoke calmly to Gongliquan, "you lied to me."

He never had any room to deny this matter, nor did he think of denying it: "If you and I had never known each other, would you be willing to give up destroying Mingjing Mountain?"

Yansheng seemed to have heard a joke and smiled sarcastically: "Don't think of yourself as so important."

Gong Liquan lowered his head and smiled helplessly. This answer was in line with Yan Sheng's usual style. Why hadn't he thought of it?

"Yansheng." Gong Liquan called her name softly.

This seemed to be the first time he stood in front of Yan Sheng and had the opportunity to say these two words from his mouth.

His voice was so soft that Yan Sheng wondered if he was hearing things, so he could only frown and look at Gong Liquan.

Gong Liquan took out the pearl given to him by mortals and handed it to Yan Sheng.

"This bead is produced in Tiantuohai. It is said that it is the teardrop shed by Haikou after she lost her husband," Gong Liquan said. "This bead is used as a gift when men and women in the world make love."

Before Gong Liquan finished speaking, Yan Sheng, who was completely angered, suddenly pulled out the evil spirit sword and struck the bead with an inch of force.

In just a blink of an eye, the bead disintegrated into powder and fell into Gong Liquan's hand.

He looked down at the powder in his hand for a long time, then raised his head to meet Yan Sheng's cold eyes.

She has beautiful eyes, but she always lowers her eyebrows and looks at others coldly, with a hint of contempt on her face.

A pair of black wings stretched out from her back, flapping impatiently as if urging something, and the wind brought up made Gong Liquan's robes make a hunting sound.

He opened his hands in the wind and let the dust float to the vast sky.

If Yan Sheng was willing to look into his eyes carefully at this moment, she would know the half of what he had not finished saying:

Taking the meaning of lovesickness, I advise people not to waste their years and enjoy the beauty of their eyes.

The love of his life stood in front of him, full of love, but he blew it into the wind with his own hands. He thought, it's better not to know.