The whole comprehension world is fighting for vicious idiots

Heaven is crazy, this is not the first time this word has appeared.

Even Zisang Junyan doubted it.

Ye Tan: "I said earlier that he is crazy. Maybe he is just bored for a while, or maybe he wants to destroy the underworld and the reincarnation of the underworld."

Tianshu trembled: 【But why did he destroy reincarnation?What good is it to him? 】

Ye Tan was not interested: "When your master sees Tiandao, you can ask him to ask a question."

[Can these Udumbaras also become you? 】

Ye Tan was expressionless: "I can't. It's just a twig, and it's not a real Utambara at all. If you tear a piece of paper out and sew it into a book with other paper, can it become you?"

The little panda shook his head frantically: [Then, what should we do? 】

Ye Tan stretched out his hand, his eyes dimmed, and the ice and snow in the entire secret vault, as well as the corpses under the ice, seemed to be sublimated and disappeared.

The growing Udumbara, pale and sickly, seemed to have sensed something, groped like a blind man, stretched out a vine and touched Yetan's hand cautiously.

Immediately, it was like a puppy that had found its owner.

The whole flower branch curled up in His palm softly, annihilated into a long, thin and dead vine.

Ten thousand years ago, when Ye Tan was young, it was just a vine at first, thin, weak and pale, without leaves.

It's cold, dark, and hard underground, and it's not a good place to even sleep.

Ye Tan didn't like it.

He doesn't need to bloom, and no one else sees it. Even if He grows as he pleases, no one else knows.

So, He allowed Himself to grow into the shape of a tree.

Ye Tan likes white, so he makes his branches and even the surface of leaf veins white, and makes the ground covered with pure white snow.

Zi Sang Junyan is the only black here for thousands of years.

Ye Tan lowered his eyes, looking at the dead vine in his hand.

The vine was indeed His.

A long time ago, before he grew into a tree, Heaven took a piece of him.

Ye Tan didn't even care that he was dropped from the tree, so how could he care that his vines had been broken?

The half-black and half-white flower growing on the vine is far from Udumbara, but the product of human imagination and desire.

Finally, the withered vine turned into a black mist.

Tianshu jumped: [Ah, it's Daoyi pen and ink!You have it! 】

Ye Tan: "Because I rewrote the destiny?"

The growing Udumbara disappeared, and the whole world was shaken.

The imperial palace was built on this formation, and the karma of the Zisang royal family was also built on this false and evil inheritance, and everything collapsed and ceased to exist.

[The karma is settled, we can go out! 】

Following the words of Tianshu, they saw the tree of life and death in the underworld.

Zisang Junyan is fighting with the Lord of the Shifang Palace.

When Shifang saw them, he immediately knew that the inheritance of the Zisang royal family had been destroyed. His expression was calm, his dark eyes were lifeless, he stepped back indifferently, and stood back on the tree of life and death again.

With a gentle breeze, the pink leaves of the Tree of Life and Death fell off and floated on the sea of ​​bitterness, dying with the naked eye.

Shifang didn't respond, and gently stroked the tree trunk: "Samsara collapsed, the underworld doesn't exist, and we don't need us anymore. That's fine."

In the distance, there seemed to be a breakdown of order and the sound of ghosts crying.

Shifang glanced there, then looked back at Zisang Junyan, as usual: "The underworld does not exist, and the countless evil spirits imprisoned in hell will defect to the human world and the cultivation world. At that time, the world will be in chaos, and humans and ghosts will live together in the world. I will Try to delay this process as much as possible, and kill the sinful evil spirits to prevent them from harming the world."

After speaking, he leaped and disappeared above the sea of ​​bitterness with a long sickle in his hand, and soon, the grinning and killing sounds of ghosts came from a distance.

Zisang Junyan glanced at the tree of life and death, which was collapsing and being slowly submerged by the sea of ​​bitterness: "Once the tree of life and death dies, he won't last long."

……

Ye Tan stood on the tallest building in the underworld, with a red panda sitting on his shoulder.

His red umbrella floated in the air by itself, and gradually grew larger, covering the exit of the eighteenth hell.

The karma and evil karma on the evil ghosts is extremely deadly. The wind under the umbrella rolls up all the ghosts and throws them outside. The ones left on the ground are the lowest level of hell.

Ordinary ghosts and ghost cultivators ran away, only the five emperors Yan Luo and some high-level ghost cultivators stayed, and together with the Lord of the Ten Directions Palace, they suppressed the evil spirits that escaped from hell.

Some Buddhist cultivators also came to help, and some ghosts led the ordinary ghosts to flee to the realm of comprehension, guiding them to the realm of the demon clan and Buddhist cultivators, so as to avoid cholera in the human world.

I don't know how long it took, the voice in my ear gradually faded away, only the wind from Jiuyou was heard.

The color of the long scythe in Shifang's hand was getting lighter and lighter, and so was the color of his body.

He stopped for a moment, and listened carefully: "It seems that someone is calling my name."

No, it was dark and dead, only the grinning and cursing of the dying ghosts.

The curse floating in the air was originally just a faint gray color, but it slowly condensed and gathered into a translucent person in the wind.

She is a woman who is no longer young, with light wrinkles on her eyebrows and lips, and her clothes are also plain.

But when she opened her eyes and looked at Shi Fang and smiled, people felt that she was extremely beautiful.

Shifang's dark and godless eyes seemed to be lit up, staring intently at the cursed black mist: "Yes, they are calling my name."

"The hall master cannot agree, that is a curse of karma!"

Zisang Junyan didn't stop him, but just blocked the area that the Lord of the Ten Directions was in charge of, and concentrated on cleaning up the evil spirits that came.

It is the cause and effect of the curse, but the existence called his name is the pure land of heaven.

The cursed woman stretched out her hand to him, not calling Shifang: "Qingyou, spring flowers are blooming, do you want to go for an outing?"

Qingyou was Shifang's name when the mortal world went through calamities 3000 years ago. He didn't dare to make mistakes at that time. He just stayed silent and courteous beside her, and didn't even dare to say an invitation. Look at him, he took the initiative to say that sentence.

No one has called this name in 3000 years, and he has never thought of it in 3000 years.

He just couldn't remember, not because he didn't care at all, but what was that person thinking when he looked at him like this and smiled?

Shi Fang stared at her intently, calm and calm, only his Adam's apple rolled, and he said softly and hoarsely, "Okay."

Amidst the screams of the ghost's death, the curse swept over like the wind, and all the ghost monks were afraid to avoid it.

Shi Fang didn't hesitate to meet her, and opened his hands to catch her.

The moment of hugging, was completely swallowed by curse and karma.

On the sea of ​​bitterness, the last tree of life and death was completely submerged and disappeared.

……

Evil spirits are inexhaustible.

After the Lord of the Shifang Palace disappeared, the rest of the ghost officials couldn't last long, and they fled one after another.

There are also some who, like the Lord of the Ten Directions, died in the death of the karmic curse.

The more evil ghosts die, the heavier the curse in hell, and finally only Zisang Junyan is left.

I don't know how long time has passed, and I never saw any evil spirit crawling out of hell.

Tianshu: [Such a strong curse, even evil spirits will be swallowed. 】

Ye Tan's umbrella was propped up against the sky, and the surface was intact, but the white tree painted on the umbrella became much smaller.

These black curses and death energy can swallow even one's cultivation.

"Let's go." Only Zisang Junyan looked the same as before, with few desires and calmness, and his black eyes were neither happy nor sad.

Yetan still became smaller, sitting on Zisang Junyan's shoulder, holding a red umbrella.

The whole Netherworld is like a sea full of black curses and death energy, and you can't see your fingers. But when Zisang Junyan passed by, even those curses seemed to remember the pain of being killed by him, so they avoided it, and immediately became malicious after he passed by. Converge to keep up.

……

The palace of the Zisang royal family was in ruins, with no inheritance, and all the sects attached to the royal family lost control of their puppets for a while.

Everyone knows that the royal family of Zisang has been backlashed and cursed.

Overnight, the Zhenyu Dynasty, which had ruled over half of the comprehension world for 3000 years, ceased to exist.

Tianshu was silent, his ears drooping.

Zisang Junyan raised his hand and put down Yetan from his shoulders. Yetan returned to its original size and looked at him quietly.

"Okay, let's go here." He didn't look at Yetan, his eyes were as calm as ever before, with no other distractions, no ripples.

Ye Tan's face was very quiet, without any emotion, he looked at him gently: "Do you want to be dismissed?"

Zisang Junyan was as calm as ever: "Well, the exit of the nether world must be sealed. There is magma in the underworld of Biluo Mountain. Only the secret storehouse of the Zhenyu Palace is left. This should be the place chosen by Heaven for me."

Ye Tan didn't respond, looked at his back, and asked an irrelevant question softly: "Do you still know who I am?"

Zisang Junyan turned his back to him, his black eyes were pure and cold, and his eyes were heartless and heartless: "You are not a book from heaven."

Heavenly Book: […]

Ye Tan didn't have any accidents, his voice and eyes were very light: "When did you find out?"

Zisang Junyan: "The nineteenth floor of hell, Library Pavilion, I asked you for Zisang Yuezhen's Heavenly Book Judgment. You didn't give it to me right away, so I took a look."

Tianshu is difficult: [The eyes of the law enforcers of the law of heaven can see the essence of things. 】

Ye Tan was quiet and gentle: "What did you see?"

Zisang Junyan was silent for a moment, and his black eyes like the eternal night seemed to be lost for a moment, as if he was about to fall: "I see...you lied to me."

Tianshu froze: [Not good, the gate of cause and effect of the tree of life and death, the master's cognition is confused, he thought you were that person...]

"Yeah." Ye Tan didn't refute, but looked at him quietly, "I won't lie in the future."

But Zisang Junyan has no future.

Zisang Junyan didn't look back, he seemed to pause, and said in a calm voice, "Thank you."

Dawn has come, in a dark world, the first ray of skylight on the horizon comes from a distance.

Through the wilderness, through the dead palace, illuminate the tree in the ruins.

In the timeline of infinite cause and effect, under this tree countless times, Yetan sat there quietly, staring into the distance in a daze.

In Zisang Junyan's original life, that period of life was blank and silent, except for cultivation, there was only himself.

The world is very quiet, and sometimes you can hear the sky light coming through the night, and the grass leaves grow and wither.

Only himself.

It was like this in the Zhenyu Dynasty, and it was also like this in Biluoshan and Yuluoxiaotai.

He has traveled all over the 36 Heavenly Cities in the Cultivation Continent and met many people, but the world has always been so quiet.

It seems that the moment before the sky shines, the silence of that moment has been prolonged for a hundred years, and he lives in this moment.

Thinking about it now, it was in the night rain, those emerald eyes looked at him lightly, and asked him: "Is the world beautiful?"

Zisang Junyan formed a sword formula with both hands, and the countless cold swords that flew out of his body turned their heads and faced him, hanging in the air and trembling.

"untie!"

More than 3000 Qi swords, more than 3000 resentments from the evil karma of the Zhenyu Dynasty and puppets born from the transformation of heaven and earth, pierced towards him.

Zisang Junyan closed his eyes, his serene face showed no desire or emotion.

At dawn, the eternal night should pass away.

The dew is diffused by the golden sunlight, colorful, shadowed, and the world is magnificent and gorgeous.

Smoke from the chimney, mother cooking breakfast for the sleeping child, father preparing for the business that will be sold in the morning.

Some people are laughing, some are crying, some are coaxing, some are cursing.

The wind blows the blades of grass, the sound of rustling is like the chirping of birds, and it is as noisy and lively as a dream melted by the sun.

There are all kinds of flavors in the world, cultivate this longevity.

Very beautiful.

Nothing to do with him.

...

……

It took Zisang Junyan a long time to realize that someone hugged him from behind the moment Sanqian Daoyi sentenced him.

Yetan only likes pure white, but Zisang Junyan is black.