Kowloon pull coffin

Chapter 808 Dao Ancestor Awakens
The Empress stood in front of the ice sculpture, her Nether eyes shining brightly.

At this moment she remembered the past.

Some people, even though they have changed countless moods, still remain deeply in their hearts.

The Empress didn't make people wait too long, she drew out the Six Paths of Reincarnation Sword and began to chant long incantations.

This mantra is very long, as long as a person's life.

To be precise, the empress was not chanting a mantra, but singing.

With the singing of the empress, time and space began to echo, and the old whispers resounded between heaven and earth.

"Moling, Moling..."

The Dao of Heaven has left innumerable imprints on this world, and so has Xie Moling.

The empress's singing is cold and sad, sad but not sad, but also warm in sadness.

This warmth comes from calling, from missing.

As the empress sang, the falling snow stopped, and the petals of Bianhua began to fall from the sky.

Blood-red petals, blood-red flower rain.

Silent, gently telling miss.

The empress loosened her long hair and danced lightly with the singing.

The other shore flower is extremely coquettish, and the empress's dancing posture is also extremely beautiful, which makes people sigh.

In the past, the empress left everyone with the impression that she was the lord of the Nine Nether Yin Division who was aloof and indifferent. Now she has torn off all the masks, showing her beauty for the first time.

Before that, no one dared to spy on the Empress's face. Compared with her face, people were more shocked by her identity.

Whether it is the Lord of the Nine Netherworld, the master of the Six Realms of Reincarnation, or the current God of Destiny, the influence of the Empress is omnipresent, and no one dares to disrespect her.

Now, as she dances lightly in the rain of flowers, people see her soul-stirring beauty for the first time.

I don't know how many people secretly sighed in their hearts, it turns out that the empress is so beautiful.

The Bianhua fell on the ice sculpture of Daozu, turned into runes, melted the ice and snow, and melted into Daozu's body.

The more petals sprinkled, the more vivid Daozu's face became.

Those irreparable scars are also being repaired quietly, the bones are covered with flesh and blood, and the scars are erased.

It's just that everyone was immersed in the singing of the empress, and no one noticed the change of Daozu.

It wasn't until the end of the song that the last flower of the other side fell, and everyone woke up like a dream. When they looked at Daozu again, the ice and snow had disappeared.

Daozu still knelt on one knee and held the sword with both hands, all the scars were repaired, and he was wearing a red Taoist robe made of flowers from the other side.

Unfortunately, he still didn't wake up.

"What song are you reciting?" Yan Hua asked.

"Elegy of fate." The empress regained her divine power, her face was cold and holy.

"Why hasn't he woke up yet?" Yan Hua asked again.

"He's awake."

As the empress' words fell to the ground, Daozu slowly opened his eyes.

This pair of eyes, honed by the years, are as bright as cold stars, unfathomable.

The real Taoist ancestor cannot be measured by the portrait alone.

The way of heaven is above all living beings, relying on the endless divine power.The Taoist ancestor was engraved by all living beings, relying on the merits left to all living beings.

All living beings are equal, and there is no discrimination in education.

Ghosts and gods are dark, think about yourself!
……

Daozu's star pupils turned and swept over everyone one by one.

When sweeping over Pojun, there was tenderness and pity in his eyes, but when he fell on the Empress, he was much more indifferent.

The Empress sighed softly in her heart, after all, he still only belongs to the Demonic Way.

Everyone has obsessions, and the obsession of Taoist ancestors is the way of magic.Life and death are all for the devil.

Xie Liuyun once played chess with Daozu in the soul-suppressing coffin, but when Daozu swept over him with his spiritual thoughts, he felt extremely complicated and felt lost.

There is only one thing that he is most proud of in his life, and that is to play chess with Daozu in the soul-suppressing coffin. Now Daozu swept away his pride with a light glance.

The kingdom of heaven, the melting pot of fate, and the abyss of sacrifice.

When Daozu scanned the blood-soaked land with his spiritual thoughts, mist appeared in his eyes.

The mist turned into water, condensed into tears, and fell all over the cheeks.

No one thought that Taoist ancestors would cry.

Xie Moling 3000 years ago did not shed a single tear for Mo Dao, but later Huan Hun Ya died, and Mo Dao disciples shed tears for him for 3000 years.

Today, it was finally his turn to pay back.

Daozu's divine thoughts swept over everyone, except for Yuhua, who never looked at her from the beginning to the end.

Yuan Rui's sadness was written on his face, while Yan Hua's sadness was frozen in his heart.

Sometimes the more indifferent and pure you are, the more fragile you are like glass.

He knew that everyone present was waiting for him, waiting for him to tell the truth.

But he couldn't speak, he didn't speak, and no one asked.

Yuhua said earlier that if the Taoist ancestor could not save her husband, she would not recognize the Taoist ancestor.

However, when Daozu really appeared in front of her, she found that she had lost the courage to question him.

Turning around silently, his back became more and more cold and lonely.

She was waiting for Daozu to tell the truth. Before that, she had to put away all her fragile emotions and freeze her heart.

In the end, Daozu still didn't say the answer that everyone wanted to know the most.

He put away the spear of the sky thief, looked at the sentient beings and said slowly: "Let's go home..."

The home in Daozu's mouth refers to the world.

The way of heaven has fallen, and these warriors who fought in the sky should also return triumphantly.

However, with 4000 million yuan on the expedition, how many people are there in triumph?

Until everyone followed Kunpeng to the world, Yuhua didn't have the courage to ask the answer she most wanted to know.

(End of this chapter)