I have a role in the heavens

On the wasteland ground, black smoke and dust were still roaring and dancing around Sangsang's body, and the cold breath followed the big black umbrella in her hand toward the high sky.

If the divine staff in the headmaster's hand of the Xiling Temple is a wick, turning the light and heat released by divine magic into real burning flames that light up the southern sky, then the big black umbrella in Sangsang's hand is like a wick. The brush was filled with the cold breath in her body and dyed the clouds in the north black.

The dark clouds rolled violently, then suddenly stopped, calmly accepting the cold breath coming from the big black umbrella on the ground, becoming darker and darker at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a piece of paper covered with ink. , until it finally turned into solidified ink, with nothing but black.

At this time, the sky in the northern part of the wasteland was black without light, as if it had entered an eternal night.

"How is this going?"

"Why is it dark over there?"

"Is this Yong Ye?"

The people on the ground in the wasteland looked up in awe and looked at the sky separated by light and darkness. They did not utter exclamations or screams. They murmured to themselves. They were extremely shocked. Their emotions of shock and fear had been forgotten. Their expressions He seemed numb and bewildered, as if he had lost his soul.

The Xiling Temple coalition forces stood under the bright sky in the south, looking at the dark night in the north. They finally woke up and began to exclaim, scream, and cry in pain. Some people tried to escape, but all the war horses collapsed to the ground in fear. confusion.

The deserted man stood under the black night sky in the north, looking at the light in the south. Everyone knelt down again, clasped their fists on their chests, closed their eyes, and prayed calmly and devoutly, waiting for the arrival of Hades.

Those rays of light from the bright sky in the south can no longer fall on Sangsang's body. Every time those strands of blazing rays of light shine into a few feet in front of her, they will be strangled by those dark and cold auras, and the energy in her body The cold breath could no longer bring her any pain.

But the little maid was not happy. She looked towards the south. Although she was very far away, she could still clearly see the expressions on everyone's faces. I saw the fear, anxiety, cowardice, hatred, sadness, all the negative emotions, but I didn't see the love. No one in the world will like her anymore!

Suddenly, a palm held Sangsang's little hand, and the rogue boy appeared in her eyes, asking softly with a concerned look.

"How do you feel now?"

Fortunately, there is still one person in the world who likes the little maid, and one person is worth the whole world!

The night gradually grew wider and slowly invaded towards the south. Countless fine cracks appeared on the edge of the bright sky, like spider webs, and then were instantly filled with night and turned black. When the night met the light, no sound was made, but everyone on the wasteland felt that their hearts were beating faster in an instant, and then they felt an extremely severe pain.

Everyone watched the bright sky being eroded and occupied by the darkness inch by inch, and the pain in their hearts became more and more severe. They covered their chests, but they didn't know whether the pain came from the body or the soul.

The black cracks at the edge of the bright sky gradually became thicker and thicker, until finally the cracks turned into lines, into pieces, and then merged together, and that was the new night.

If this situation is allowed to continue, the night will become stronger and stronger, and the light will become weaker and weaker. In a moment or hundreds of years, the entire world will be covered by night, and the people living on this land will As well as the wild beasts in the mountains and forests, they can no longer see the light.

In the chariot pavilion, the tall figure of the headmaster of the Xiling Temple suddenly knelt down, still holding the staff tightly in his right hand, and a prayer as calm as water but as loud as thunder rang out in the wasteland.

Hundreds of thousands of Xiling Temple soldiers knelt on the ground and began to pray together with the leader. Even the Tang army also knelt on the ground, because they were also Haotian believers, and they were also afraid of the coming of eternal night.

Hundreds of thousands of people prayed in unison. At first, the sound seemed a bit noisy, but then gradually became more and more organized, powerful and shocking. People pray for Haotian's miracle, pray for the strength of light, and pray for the darkness to recede.

The sky in the southern part of the wasteland suddenly became brighter, as if countless amounts of light were re-injected into the sky, and the dark night that was silently and slowly moving south gradually stopped spreading.

Sangsang closed her eyes and held the big black umbrella tightly in her hand. The cold breath kept spurting out from her body, swirling the breath of heaven and earth in the wasteland, turning into dark black, and moving towards the dark night. perfusion.

Light and darkness are confronting each other with the sky as the battlefield. This confrontation between light and darkness is actually a confrontation between existence and non-being, which is far beyond the human level. The night in the sky is getting darker, the light in the south is getting darker, and the light has become much darker. The spring wasteland has become colder and colder, and the bodies lying in the pool of blood in the wasteland are gradually frozen.

The darkness in the sky has gradually retreated from the light in the south, and the light in the sky in the south has dimmed.

Suddenly, the sky in the south suddenly became brighter. It was even brighter than when the scepter of the Xiling Temple emitted a beam of light, as if the sky was on fire.

Boom! There was a thunder, which was the sound of the door opening. An extremely heavy and huge golden door slowly opened in the sky. Behind that golden door was Haotian's Kingdom of Light.

A huge golden dragon head poked out from the clouds, overlooking the wasteland with an indifferent expression.

The golden dragon head is extremely huge, high above the sky, and appears in front of everyone's eyes. Its scales are like light mirrors, and its horns are like volcanoes. Its color is like pure gold, crystal clear, like glass, emitting endless light and heat, spreading towards Wasteland ground.

As the golden dragon head appeared, the southern sky suddenly shone brightly, far exceeding the light and heat released by the headmaster's staff of the Xiling Temple by countless times. The darkness in the northern sky seemed to feel the power of the new light, and suddenly became stagnant.

The golden dragon head turned slowly, and its eyes, like two bright faces, slowly scanned the humans on the wasteland with a sense of ancient silence, releasing terrifying pressure with an indifferent expression.

There are records about dragons in the Xiling Temple scriptures, there are also stories about dragons in Buddhist scriptures, and there are legends about dragons in the human world, but no one has ever seen the existence of a dragon with their own eyes, let alone a giant golden dragon. This This mythical creature actually comes to the world.

Sang Sang's eyes were closed tightly, and her little face became extremely pale. The black smoke and dust surrounding her body, illuminated by the light from the golden dragon head, were rapidly purifying and disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her body was gradually fading in the darkness. The cold breath shivered violently, making him look particularly painful.

The desert people once again fell into despair and endless fear. Facing the divine punishment sent by Haotian, how could they, the mortal people, resist? People knelt on the ground and lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the sky.

High in the sky, the golden dragon head turned slowly, looked at that place indifferently, and let out a dragon roar. The dragon roared low, and when it fell on the wasteland, it was like a hurricane. In the wind, there seemed to be countless priests praying, countless protective knights roaring, and countless lights appearing.

The golden dragon comes from the Kingdom of Haotian. It represents the majesty of Haotian and releases Haotian's will to the world. It is a miracle and even a divine punishment. The power of a chant means that the world cannot resist. Hundreds of thousands of humans in the wasteland, Kneel down collectively to show your awe and surrender.

In the Xiling Temple Formation, through countless layers of gauze curtains, one can see the tall figure in the giant chariot already kneeling down. The master's hand holding the staff was trembling slightly, and his heart was filled with awe.

In another divine chariot, the great priest of the Heavenly Mandate had also knelt on his knees. His expression was very peaceful, with wrinkles full of blood. The light coming through the curtains fell on his face, as if it was smeared with gold powder.

In the blood-colored chariot, Ye Hongyu, the great ruling priest, also knelt on her knees to show respect to the golden dragon head in the sky. She had maintained this posture from the moment the golden dragon head came to the world.

The divine radiance containing light and heat fell on Sangsang's body, and countless streaks of green smoke emerged from her body. She looked in great pain, clutching her chest and coughing continuously. What she coughed out was not blood or cold breath, but something black and transparent like ice cubes.

Those black transparent ice cubes coughed out from Sangsang's lips, and then fell on the wasteland ground, making a heavy impact, making extremely deep holes, and then disappeared.

The golden dragon overlooked the wasteland ground, its huge eyes showing contempt and indifference, and slowly exhaled a breath of dragon breath. The dragon's head breathed out, and the golden light condensed into billions of debris, falling towards the wasteland, like a river of sand with endless embankments, but every grain of sand was absolutely transparent, and every grain of sand contained endless pressure!

The dragon's breath that fell into the wasteland was composed of countless tiny golden gravels. What was strange was that these golden gravels, which contained infinite pressure, did not ignite a blazing divine glow after falling to the ground. Instead, it is like real sand, fluttering everywhere in the wind.

The dragon's breath like golden sand fell on the wasteland and on the corpses of countless desert warriors. Many tiny cracks suddenly appeared on the corpses of those warriors who had been sleeping for a long time.

According to the Haotian Dao Sect, the reason why the Demon Sect is a demon is not only because the demon cultivators create their own world, which is a great disrespect to Haotian, but the most fundamental reason is that the demon cultivators will continue to seize the natural world. The vitality of heaven and earth, if this situation is allowed to continue, one day the vitality of heaven and earth will dry up.

The golden dragon represents Haotian's will. In its eyes, Huangren and other members of the Demon Sect are like shameless thieves who steal Haotian's wealth. Of course, it wants to get these wealth back from the hands of these thieves.

The dragon's breath, like golden sand, floats on the wasteland and falls on the wasteland people, in order to take away the vitality of heaven and earth in their bodies and purify them into the original light of the world. This process is Haotian's divine punishment, and it also This is the so-called redemption!

Dragon's Breath is the breath of a dragon, followed by inhalation. The golden dragon opened its mouth, and its body suddenly grew stronger. A huge wind suddenly blew on the wasteland ground, whistling and circling, sweeping up the scattered golden sand grains and leaving the ground. Then, the breath of heaven and earth in the corpse of the desert warrior on the wasteland ground was also sucked away by the tornado.

The dark night in the north has slowly receded. The big black umbrella no longer breathes out breath. Sangsang's connection with the night has been interrupted. The breath lingering around her has long been purified, and the smoke, dust and gravel keep dancing wildly.

Sangsang's feet left the ground, leaving the ice and snow like white lotus flowers, and floated into the air. The golden dragon looked at her indifferently, and her dress swayed in the wind.

Sangsang flew up to the sky, towards the golden dragon's mouth. Ning Que jumped up quickly, hugged Sangsang's legs, and held on tightly, unwilling to let go. The two of them were unable to resist the endless force. With the suction force, they flew towards the mouth of the golden dragon.

In the front yard of the academy, a young man is holding an oil-paper umbrella with a red plum painted on the umbrella. He is admiring the flowers alone, proud of the snow and frost, looking up at the golden dragon in the northern wilderness, his expression slightly moving. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the mountain behind the academy, and slowly spoke.

"Coming or not?"

"That's your disciple!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall and burly old man in the back of the academy, wearing a loose Confucian shirt, shouted with anger on his face.

"Come!"

As soon as the voice fell, the two figures disappeared into the academy and appeared on the wasteland at the same time.

Ning Que and Sangsang suddenly felt their bodies sink, like mountains, resisting the suction from the sky, and fell behind the two figures.

A burly old man, with a straight back and an unyielding will, is like a pillar of heaven, supporting the earthly world.

A young figure, with fluttering robes and an oil-paper umbrella, has an ethereal temperament and is independent from the world, as if he is an immortal from heaven.

Ning Que looked at the two figures, knelt on the ground, and bowed respectfully.

"Teacher, you are here!"

"Sir, you are here too!"

The tall old man did not look at the disciples behind him, but looked up at the sky, at the golden dragon, at the gate behind the golden dragon, and at the Kingdom of Haotian behind the gate.

"Well, I thought about it over and over again, but I still can't figure it out, so I came here."

"I have been thinking for more than a thousand years, in the war between light and darkness, which side should I stand on?"

"I have never met Pluto, and I have no friendship with him. I don't like the cold, and I don't like the silent and cold world that the Buddha saw!"

"Of course, I don't like Haotian either. I even hate him a little."

"So I always wanted to make grass on the wall. Whichever way the wind blows, I will fall. But unfortunately, grass on the wall is not that easy to make. The strong wind can destroy the strong grass."

"Maybe my choice will be wrong in the end, but at least for now, I want to choose this way, so I will choose this way."

The master seemed to be feeling very sad and said a lot of words. He withdrew his gaze towards the sky and turned to look at Zhao Wuhao beside him. There was a bit of confusion in his eyes. He came here because he made a choice. , what about him?

This is the first real meeting between Master and Zhao Wuhao. In the past, they looked at each other through the void and never faced each other face to face. Master did not want to see Zhao Wuhao, and Zhao Wuhao also avoided Master.

Zhao Wuhao seemed to feel his master's doubts, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He looked up at the Haotian Kingdom behind the golden dragon, frowned slightly, and said with some disgust.

"I don't have so many emotions or thoughts, I just simply hate looking up!"

As soon as these words came out, the master smiled, it was such a simple reason, such a rebellious person, but this reason made him extremely agree, and he didn't like to look up to him, even if the other person was Haotian!

The light is overwhelming the world. Countless people kneel on their knees, not daring to look directly at the sky, praying silently with awe. Anyone who dares to stand is dead or about to die. However, in the place where the light is most abundant in the wasteland, there are two The figure stood proudly and protected the daughter of Hades. This was a provocation to the majesty of Haotian Kingdom and an unforgivable blasphemy!

The golden dragon's eyes, as calm and indifferent as the light of a lake, burned with angry flames, and an ancient and majestic dragon roar resounded throughout the world again, followed by a terrifyingly powerful dragon's breath.

Countless blazing divine radiances mixed with crystal clear golden gravel were sprayed out from the dragon's head high in the sky and struck towards the wasteland ground. The power contained in this dragon's breath was stronger than the air it passed through before. They all began to burn, and a golden-white projection appeared on the surface of the wasteland.

Ning Que looked past the two figures and saw this strange and shocking scene in the sky. As he watched the endless dragon's breath coming with the fire and light, his face changed slightly and he shouted.

"careful!"

Zhao Wuhao and the Master did not move. They watched extremely calmly as the golden gravel fell from the sky, came to their heads, and then disappeared instantly. The light and heat among the golden gravel also disappeared instantly, as if nothing had happened. Didn't happen.

All the Jinhui Dragon Breath that attacked the two people was broken down into the tiniest particles of the world by an invisible force, and was purified and dissolved.

Looking at this scene, everyone was so shocked that they refused to believe their eyes, and those who firmly believed that they were not wrong began to doubt the world.

The master of the temple was holding the staff and kneeling on his knees. His figure was still tall. However, at this time, his figure was shaking violently. Compared with the two figures on the wasteland, he looked so short, so weak, and so weak. lowly.

The great priest Tianyu looked at this scene in the wasteland. The deep wrinkles on his face were all gathered together, making it extremely ugly. The blood and bright gold powder inside peeled off, and he murmured.

"What realm is this?"

The dragon's breath was in vain and was even purified, causing the golden dragon's eyes to show extremely complex emotions. The dragon's body suddenly tightened, and a violent and angry roar sounded. A strong hurricane roared in the wasteland, and countless black soil and The grass clippings were swept up, and the smoke filled the air, gradually obscuring the vision. It seemed to be darker than the previous northern night.

The golden dragon roared, and its body squeezed out of the clouds. A golden rope dozens of feet thick was tied to the dragon's body. The golden rope was extremely tight, and it seemed to be dragging a heavy object behind it.

After a while, a chariot made purely of gold, pulled by the golden dragon, gradually drove out of the clouds and appeared in the sky of the world! That golden chariot was extremely huge, pure, transparent, and bright. If it fell to the ground, even Chang'an City would not be able to accommodate it.

There was a bright light in the sky, the smoke and dust on the wasteland suddenly disappeared, the void began to twist, the earth began to shake, and a divine general stood on the golden chariot.

This god general wears armor made of Haotian's divine brilliance. He is extremely tall, as if he is a high mountain. In comparison, the stone statue of Buddha on the tile mountain of Lanke Temple is like a dwarf, so short.

This god-general's face was extremely perfect, graceful, majestic and sacred, without any flaws. Even Prince Longqing, known as the Son of God of Xilingmei, looked ugly in front of him.