Xu Fu

Resentment is the law that controls the gods - all souls are united.

Jin Yuan jumped up and used all his spiritual power to call out the ten ancient swords - Chengying, Lijun, Wuchang, Yuxie, Miaojiang, Longzhan, Qinbi, Huoxiao, Sanying, Quyao, Changing Unpredictably solidified and entangled with the eight divisions of mind-Kan Zhiqu Juejutsu, Kun Zhitian Lanqi Mo, Gen Zhiyunling Dance, Sunda Dry Stone Jue, Zhen Yuyi, Lizhi Nine Heavens Fire, Duizhi The angry lion invades, and the dry scales explode.

Yin and Yang gossip, mutual generation and mutual restraint form a reincarnation. At this time, the source of the eight divisions - the soil moistening the bottom, the fire above the flames, the soil of the wall, the gold from the leather, and the straight and straight wooden circles form a circle and gather in the embers. The surroundings complement each other with the eight divisions.

Almost all the power to destroy the world is concentrated on Jin Yuan. The boy who is only over 1000 years old bears a destiny of 5000 years. His spiritual power is stimulated to the limit. Beads of sweat dripped down his handsome face, and his face became paler and paler.

"Using a 1000-year-old fairy body to control tens of thousands of years of spiritual power." Si Ling laughed endlessly, "Do you still think you are the Nandijiang back then?"

"Stop talking nonsense." The corner of Jin Yuan's mouth curled up in a contemptuous arc, even though he was sweating profusely and embarrassed, the audacious deterrence of being king and emperor did not diminish.

"Qi Fengyu, why, can't you let go?" Sun Ling looked at Qi Fengyu, who was still watching the play, and smiled contemptuously, "Or are you afraid?"

"Afraid? I'm already a dead person, so why should I be afraid." Qi Fengyu sneered, her palms were inspired, and she flew towards Jinyuan with her sleeves.

Jinyuan was ready to be attacked from both sides. Seeing that the spiritual power in Qifengyu's palm was attacking him, it turned into a wisp of haze in an instant to help him support the ancient ten swords. This sudden change made Jinyuan and Xingling They were all astonished.

"I haven't finished what I said just now." Qi Fengyu said calmly while injecting spiritual power into Jin Yuan to help him, "Although Su Ziku has nothing to do with me, he has something to do with You Ming. I don't want my next life to be the same. Repeat the same mistakes."

"Di Jiang, I know what it means to strike each other with the ten swords of the ancient times and the unity of all souls. If you can survive, I beg you." Qi Fengyu looked at Jin Yuan with a layer of pleading and compassion in his eyes, It is to abandon all sorrow, "Let Su Ziku and You Ming survive, and live for Zhijiu and me."

"What do you want to do?" Jin Yuan looked at Qi Fengyu vigilantly, and finally panicked.

"I owed you and Zhijiu in the last life, and I will repay the debt now." Qi Fengyu showed a rare smile, and suddenly exerted force with his palm, consuming the last trace of his soul and turning it into spiritual power and injecting it into Jin Yuan's chest In the eyes of the Five Elements Formation.

Although Su Ling couldn't believe that Qi Fengyu still had such thoughts, his eyes were filled with anger, and he laughed arrogantly: "Joke! Do you think you can defeat this hall?!" After saying that, the black sea turned into a vortex, and the world of death was disturbed Even if there is no distinction between heaven and earth, all the spiritual power will be gathered for the final blow.

Jin Yuan looked at Qi Fengyu who was exhausted bit by bit with complicated eyes, he could feel his own strength rapidly expanding and recovering, he moved his lips, and said slowly: "Brother..."

"In this world, you and I don't have to see each other again, brother."

As the last trace of Qi Fengyu's soul turned into spiritual power and flowed into the formation's eyes, Youming's body fell heavily, Jin Yuan immediately cast a spell to protect it, and at the same time the Immemorial Ten Swords rushed out with the ultimate spiritual power...

Jin Yuan watched the collision of destructive spiritual powers, and recalled the last blow of Nan Di Jiang and Suo Yan, the so-called Heaven's Punishment Technique, which achieved Yin and Yang realms in an instant, and this time he , It is impossible to predict what kind of world will be achieved.

He also understood the feeling of being dragged forward by fate in Nandijiang back then.He thought he could already control fate, but at this moment, he realized that it was fate to fight Nezero here.

When the golden light subsided, the dark world of death fell apart, and the nine-headed dragon beast dissipated like ashes, leaving only a wisp of black smoke imprisoned by the ember abyss.

This is a destiny, from Nandijiang to Jinyuan, he is in the destiny, can't escape, can't get rid of.

If there is a third time, he can't avoid it.

The collapsed world, falling apart, was the last ray of light before he closed his eyes.

"Tiansi·Xuanjing·Qi Pian" said: "The beginning of the ancient times of Geng Yin and Geng Yin is the constant of the heaven and the earth, the changes of the ages, one yin and one yang rule the balance of all things, and govern the gossip. In the past ten thousand years, the situation, Righteously, when Geng Yin died, the two ceremonies merged, inspiring the newness of all generations, passing through the chaos of emptiness, endowing it to the three realms of heaven, man, and earth.

The land of heaven and heaven is bounded by the shore of Lushui in the east, the cliff of Mingsi in the west, the tower of flames in the south, and the abyss near the pole in the north, and the four places are limited.The immortals came to the platform of imperial orders, obeyed the orders of the heavens, enshrined the Lord of Heaven as the Lord of the Three Realms, and enshrined the Eight Heavenly Gods to control the spirits of all things, control the sun, the moon, the stars, and monitor the wind and water.Now that the Three Realms have been preliminarily established, the immortal clan will inherit the power of the past, and it is their responsibility to protect the world and control the demon world.

From the beginning of the world, all things in the mountains and rivers, the beginning of life, no master, no family, no relatives, no ties, neither gods nor demons, cannot fly against the sky, cannot turn stones into gold, have no body protection of spiritual energy, and have no life span of ten thousand years. The nature of heaven and earth, life and reproduction.As for the succession of dynasties and the rise and fall of qi, it is not under the control of the gods, but caused by humans.

Seeing the world of Diyong, its land is on the back of the sun, and all people have it. Because of the difference, it is sealed as a bronze gate to protect the world.After the bronze gate, ghosts and demons flourish, and they can indeed enjoy themselves in peace, leveling the Three Realms.

The beginning of the three realms, heaven, man, and earth. "

one year later.

In an instant, this fate is like a sad poem.

You Ming never thought about what was at the end of that white light, until now when he opened his eyes, it seemed like a lifetime away.

It felt like the moment he just came out of the stone body, his whole body was so weak that he couldn't exert any strength, and his bones were hard, until finally he felt that there was a soft bedding under his body, like a cloud holding him up, and then slowly Return to the most real world.All the senses gradually flowed back, like a thousand rivers entering the sea, he saw everything in front of him, heard the faint music, and truly felt this time again.

He got up from the couch, and the place was still filled with orange fragrance.As if to be sure, You Ming opened the drawer in front of the couch, and inadvertently saw the painting made on the Golden Thread Terrace.He picked up the painting, and found that there was another one underneath, gently pushed it aside, and the man from the previous life came into view.

His hands were trembling, he stroked the word "Gu" on the painting, and then quietly closed it.

He was still dressed in black, which was what he wore when he first saw Su Ziku.He paced out of the room door, and the faint rhythm in his ears before became clear, the rhythm was mellow, like an orchestra playing in unison, it seemed that every melody was about to break through the ground, and there was light emotion in the breeze.

He walked out of the house following the sound, and what he saw was a piece of greenery, the grass was growing and warblers were flying, so familiar, as if the green site destroyed in the war at that time had been revived.At this moment, he finally realized where the melody came from, and when he raised his eyes, he finally saw that the leaves of every ancient tree were slightly closed, and the seams were slightly trembling by the wind, slowly sliding out the sound of nature.

One leaf sings with one song, two leaves cross the hillside, three leaves cross the sea, and the group of leaves sings forever.This is like the melody in the foggy forest that time.

At the end of the music, there is a white dress.

He approached and called the other party's name, but the other party was full of smiles, as if the spring breeze turned into rain, and the warmth of all things slaughtered, it was as easy as turning all the dry sea and rocks in the world into a fleeting thing.

"Does it sound good?"

You Ming looked at him and asked, "Are you Zhijiu, or Su Ziku?"

The man in white smiled. He raised his hand, and the crowd stopped, and the surroundings fell into silence.

He approached You Ming and held his hand, the temperature was still as lush and warm as the spring of March.

As if the two met each other for the first time in this life, he used his slender and strong fingers to engrave each word under the palm of You Ming, and then a bright jade-colored air flow gradually turned into three characters and appeared on the ground. palm:

Su Ziku.

Chushui flows continuously from the sky into the earth, and life is endless. In the ancient language, Chushui is the channel between the heaven and the human world. After a person crosses the catastrophe and crosses the Chushui, he can enter the heaven and become a fairy.It is also said that if an immortal commits a catastrophic disaster, his bones will be removed, thrown into the water of misfortune, and he will be sent down to the world to go through disasters.

On the shore of the poor water, fortune and misfortune are unspeakable.

Today, the track of history is quietly flowing on the shore of the Mishui River. On the Jieshi stands a man in a dark red dress. The complicated and exquisite embroidered text depicts a majestic pattern. The sleeves fluttered, the shallow pupils as deep as amber looked at the shore of the river that merged into the world, and the crimson lips slightly raised a proud arc, facing the peak and the world's willful and free and easy.

All of a sudden, the sky and the earth were dark, as if a mountain rain was about to come, and all of a sudden, it was completely covered with light. A dark red scroll descended from the sky, and a white-haired old man came riding on the clouds. Said: "Tianjue."

"Old man Xuying, this is not like you." With the voice of the proud son of the sky, the man in the fine clothes waved his sleeves and turned around, with a mischievous smile on his handsome face.

"Jin doll." Daoist Xuying blew on his beard angrily, hit Jinyuan's head with the scroll in his hand, and stuffed it into his hand.

Ember Yuan smiled faintly, opened the scroll and read it carefully.

"You have changed a lot." Taoist Xuying stroked his beard and said leisurely.

"Jin Yuan has changed, but Bei Li has not." Jin Yuan smiled slightly, his eyes passed through the phantom Taoist and landed on the man in indigo clothes standing quietly not far away, who was still so elegant and proud.

After the words fell, Jin Yuan flew up, hugged Dian Xuechen into his arms, kissed Dian Xuechen tenderly on the ear and whispered: "Qing'an, miss me?"

"I can't find you anywhere