The meaning of covering the sky is supreme

Chapter 264
"Boom!"

At this moment, the sky and the earth are changing, the wind and the clouds are reversing, the universe is ups and downs, and in the bright fairy light, ten light spots rise into the sky like fairy suns, illuminating the whole world.

They are eye-catching, incomparable, and soft, but the light they emit is the brightest in the world.

At this moment, the entire Ziwei star looked up, as if feeling something, looking up at the sky, looking up at a man.

It was a tall and stalwart man, he stood upright, like a projection, but also like a manifestation. Behind him, ten immortal suns shone with immeasurable celestial brilliance, purifying the black lightning that filled the sky.

"Ten days many years ago..."

"It turns out that this is not the vision of the Golden Crow clan...it is the vision of that man..."

At this moment, many people suddenly realized, and they didn't really understand until this time.

"God King!"

"God King!"

"God King!"

At this moment, I don't know how many people knelt down. They looked up at the man standing outside the territory and prayed unprecedentedly.

This is a kind of belief, and it is also a kind of willingness to gather in the sky above the Ziwei star. Originally, it was impossible for a king to do this, but in this era where saints do not come out, the king is no different from the sky, no different from the gods.

When a person is deified, thousands of beliefs seem to find cohesion and a gathering place.

"God bless Ziwei...the fourth human emperor of our planet will surely appear..." An old man with tears in his eyes was blurred, kneeling on the ground, looking up at the sky, trembling.

This is just a scene, and no one knows how many people are chanting that name in their hearts at this moment.

Just like what others said, the surname of this era is Luo, and the surname of this world is Luo. A single word of Luo can overwhelm the eternity, and it can also rule the world.

Perhaps, in the near future, they will witness the day when that man dominates the universe.

At this time, in the Taiqing Holy Land, everyone opened their mouths wide and their eyes were dull. They were illuminated by the celestial brilliance, as if they were feeling the gods at close range, and they seemed to be being baptized.

At this moment, none of the stunning fairy, the peerless arrogance, or the supreme avenue was as real as that man.

This is a myth, a living myth, and a man who overshadows all and everything.

They couldn't describe their mood at this time, but even if they had a thousand words, they silently turned into the word "God King".

This does not refer to the body of the king of gods, but a kind of respectful title. To be called a god among the kings is to be called a king of gods and a god.

"I'm not worthy to sit with him..."

In the Heavenly Palace, the Eight Great Kings stood under the high platform, looking at the high seats. Behind them, there were rows of Hierarchs and Holy Masters. They all showed respect and devotion, as if they were welcoming the emperor, waiting for the king. The man returns.

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Time passed slowly, and a year passed.

In front of the Bajing Palace, the sun was setting and the man was still there.

The sun was shining, passing across the mountain-like ancient scriptures in front of him, the afterglow of the sun shone on his body, and sprinkled on the side of the little white tiger lying at his feet yawning, bringing a ray of tranquility to the man.

But there are too many ancient scriptures in front of him, piled up like a mountain, and there are trades in exchange, and there are also leaders from various parties who take the initiative to send them.

In the past year, this man has read countless ancient books, helped people complete the inheritance, and also preached in all directions.

Doing things like this is naturally beneficial to the world and has immeasurable merit.

But to this man, this is nothing, it can only be said to be casual.

"Have some tea. Tomorrow is the day to go out for a walk." Dressed in a scent of fragrance, Yi Qingwu was wearing a palace dress with white shoulders and a slender waist. With bright light, she looks like a concubine in the moon palace, noble and holy.

"I won't go tomorrow..." The man stood up slowly, looking at the sunset in the distance.

Goodness will eventually go away.

Yi Qingwu was silent for a moment, a gloomy look flashed in her eyes, but she regained her brightness in an instant, she pursed her lips and smiled, "You should have left a long time ago, relying on me every day, growing up so big, I have never Served people well."

"Yeah, it's an honor to have the number one goddess in the world serving tea and water every day." The man smiled.

Yi Qingwu sighed in her heart, holding the tea, looking at that figure from behind, she really wanted to reach out to hug him, and really wanted to keep him.

Although this year was short, for her, it was an unforgettable memory and a good memory. Even if she brought tea and water every day, as long as she could see that peaceful figure, she would be satisfied.

Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, she is the supreme goddess who is famous all over the world, with many halos and a whole body, but in front of this man, she is willing to be a little woman.

But she knew that she couldn't and couldn't keep him, this man didn't belong here, he had his own journey and burden.

"Miss... the young master has been away for five days...you..." Yan'er stood in the distance and spoke softly.

The ancient scriptures are still there, and the jade table and reclining chair are still there, but the figure of the man has long since disappeared.

Yan'er felt uncomfortable, she looked at her young lady's back, and didn't want to speak, but these past few days, the young lady stood in front of the jade table with tea every day, and stayed there for a whole day.

She doesn't understand the way of love, and she can't understand it, but the appearance of her own young lady makes her extremely uncomfortable.

This is a proud woman, but also a confident woman, and even a noble woman. Perhaps she will let go of everything only in front of that man.

Is the son unfeeling?
It's not like that, everyone has their own way, the young master has his own choice, the lady will not block it, and she can't block it.

"Yeah, he's already gone..." With long and slender jade fingers, he slid across the white jade table and rubbed against the reclining chair, as if feeling the residual temperature on it, but what he touched was only coldness and bleakness.

People go to empty chairs, and who in thousands of Baidu can look back.

"He is not a good man, he stole my heart silently, should I blame him..."

"Shouldn't be..." Yan'er muttered in a low voice, "You just didn't break into the young master's heart... As the saying goes, the concubine has feelings, Wang Wuxin, you have been thrown into the cold palace!"

"Okay, if I'm thrown into limbo, you will be my accompanying maid, and you will be my companion for the rest of your life!" Yi Qingwu scolded with a smile.

But there was a sadness in that smile, although it was bright, it was also infinitely low, making the world dim, "Who dares to lie and throw me into limbo, in the near future, I will turn into a female saint and walk along his path." Footsteps, walk all over the starry sky!"

Yan'er looked at her own lady who was leaving. The woman was smiling, happy and calm, but also motivated and proud.

But Yan'er didn't know whether it was good or bad, originally she was just joking, but the young lady seemed to be in deeper trouble.

The young master has never put anyone into the cold palace. He treats everyone the same, with gentleness, but also with a layer of heaven, which separates everyone who approaches.

"Maybe only when there is a catastrophe on this planet in the future, that man will come back again..."

(End of this chapter)