Tiantan six

The thick clouds were so far away, and he vaguely saw many immortals, whose shadowy demeanor had overshadowed all living beings.

Why immortal?

There is a place in Ding'an's heart that suddenly becomes enlightened. People are near high mountains, Lingling up, like mountains and peaks, as high as far away, covered in white jade, neither gorgeous nor coquettish, born proud, with a gentleman's mind, magnanimous, coming and going with the wind, calm and tuneful It is almost unknown to go and stay, the sun and the moon hang above, and the mountains and rivers below.

At that moment, at that moment, Ding'an suddenly realized that the Buddhist way was gradually rectified, impartial, and walked towards the immortal road of practicing with the body and living forever.

He didn't know that at that moment, gods and Buddhas all over the sky looked sideways and cast envious glances at him one after another, and the war gods and immortals who were fighting also looked back, very surprised.

Ding'an, who is only nine years old, is the only child in this world who has realized the way of immortality, surpassing all practitioners in this world throughout the ages.

As long as Zhixu God of War sees through it at a glance, he looks at his apprentice Feng Lang.

Fenglang, Fenglang?What kind of unspeakable fate have you left for yourself?

Is it God's will?Or is it intentional?On purpose or by accident?

I am afraid that he will be entangled endlessly with this boundless heavenly path of reincarnation.

In an instant, a strong golden light dazzled the eyes. Ding'an covered his eyes with his hands, and saw through his fingers, a big golden dragon was writhing around and let out a long howl that resounded throughout the world.

Long chains flew from all directions in the air, descending from the sky like a net, and wrapped around Jinlong's body quickly and accurately. Lightning and thunder stirred up thousands of layers of clouds and waves, covering the scene in the sky.

Ding'an ran out in a hurry, big drops of blood began to rain from the sky, the dark world, the blood-red rain, dripping, bright and terrifying, cold and smelly.

He heard a heart-piercing dragon cry, and he sat on the ground all of a sudden, why did the sound contain hatred?Why is it raining blood?

He didn't understand, he felt that he was the same as that dragon, suddenly sad, suddenly heartbroken, suddenly miserable.

Feng Lang committed a serious crime. He has entered the magic way and could not be imprisoned by the immortals to Jiuchongtian. He was bound with iron chains, punished by 81 real thunders, and sealed in a cave where few people go.

He crawled in the dark cave, under the cold and hard stones.

He was seriously injured and fell into a coma. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the sky outside was no longer clear, with the unique gloom of the doomsday.

The heavy iron chain wrapped around his body, decayed and mixed with the blood from the wound, restrained him and stimulated him to keep awake.

He crawled on the ground, barely raised his head, propped his chin on the ground, and looked through the wet hair, the blood on the ground, and the only green in this world.

It was vague, but it made him chill.

He thought he could live a good life, guarding his master, subduing demons, but he didn't expect to lose to human beings and demons in the end!

People are weak and need their protection, but people are hateful!

It can always drag the god of war to sacrifice, and the immortal to perish!After the God of War Immortal dies, he cannot leave his name in the world!

Billions of years are a long time, spring goes and summer comes, and the birth and death of all living beings. He watched it for too long and felt that he was really tired.

He can wait for his master, Gu Mo, God of War to be reborn. Even if his master forgets him, he is willing to guard him and start over again, but Master and his group of war gods still have to sacrifice again for these human beings!

He didn't want to wait any longer, he didn't want to experience the pain of life and death, he didn't want to experience the dead space when the world was destroyed and reborn.

That kind of darkness without the sun, moon and stars; that kind of freshness without life growth; that kind of mourning that only has death and wraiths!He has experienced such tens of billions of years, but who can understand the loneliness and grief?

Seeing the master Zhixu coming, the white clothes shone dimly in the hole, he said: "It's great that the master can come to see me."

He continued with a hoarse voice: "I used to think that I could get everything I wanted by keeping myself safe. I have never been stained with the blood of mortals. I stick to your so-called righteous way. But, master! You gave up what you have worked so hard to achieve. The human beings who are willing to be guarded by the cultivation base! It is you who are destroyed like this! Destroy this living space! You don’t kill them! Why do you want to kill me?”

He couldn't see Zhixu's expression, he could only hear him sighing in a low voice: "Feng Lang, you are bewitched."

After hearing this, he couldn't help chuckling, his eyes were a little lost, his hands clasped the ground tightly, and he lowered his head and murmured: "I can't go back, I can't go back. I understand that since your soul disappeared, all of this can't go back You immortals only see the right way and the so-called great love, and my loyalty and hundreds of millions of years of protection are regarded as demonic thoughts by you."

When he raised his head again, his face was full of tears, and he begged in a low voice: "Master, please kill me. If you don't kill me, once I come out, I will kill everyone in this world. They took my only I can't turn back because of my kind thoughts, I live to kill them and kill all human beings!"

He saw Zhixu turned around, and the divine sword slowly appeared in his hand. Zhixu forgot that he had completely forgotten it, but the sword remembered him, and the sword trembled and screamed, but it did not dare to disobey Zhixu's order. Xu didn't turn his head, and with a single thought, the sword pierced through his heart and scattered his three souls and seven souls.

Feng Lang, who lost his cultivation and soul, turned into his original form, a golden dragon covered with scars and bound by chains.

His pride, his past, and his grief all vanished from now on. He no longer had to see his master die with his own eyes, and he didn't have to wait alone in the darkness, nor was he going to be dazzled by the demonic heart of resentment.

Zhixu leaned over and patted his head, seemingly unwilling to let go: "I forget the past, but I understand that you are the most loyal to me. But the duty of our God of War is to protect human beings even if we die. Even if you do your best, your soul will fly away, and you can't regret it."

"May you be blessed by the gods and Buddhas forever, and be happy and prosperous."

"Feng Lang, stop becoming a fairy."

Zhixu waved his hand lightly, Feng Lang's souls slowly dispersed, and he accidentally bumped into one of them.

At that moment, through his soul, he saw a white-clothed boy who looked exactly like Feng Lang, running around in a panic with a blood-stained general on his back, and behind him was the battlefield of the battle between immortals and demons.

There is no sunlight, only darkness.

The stars are falling, and the streamer is flying.

Facing the flying dust, the boy's eyes filled with tears, he stumbled while running and said, "Master, don't die, don't die, let's go back to heaven, I beg the immortals, I beg the most powerful immortals to save you, I beg them , I beg..."

The young man felt that his back was getting lighter and lighter, he turned his head incredulously, fell to the ground, his eyes were full of despair, he stretched out his hands to embrace a piece of nothingness, and watched helplessly as the master's soul disappeared and gradually became transparent. .

In an instant, the boy's mournful cry echoed in the heaven and earth for a long time.

The sun and the moon are sinking, and the mountains and rivers are mourning;

Souls come and go, life and death are connected.

A strong electric current slipped through Zhixu's heart, causing pain and numbness, and a very familiar feeling quickly passed through his mind. Some pictures appeared and disappeared in an instant, and familiar and unfamiliar faces and scenes appeared in front of his eyes.

Zhixu held his crazily beating heart with his left hand, and supported himself with a sword touching the ground with his right hand, squatting down slowly, trembling all over.

"Feng Lang... sorry. I still haven't been able to think of you..."

It was Fenglang's father, the Queen Mother, who collected his body in person. His mother cried bitterly while holding his body: "Son! Why are you so stupid! You have only been with your mother for three hundred and one days in ten billion years! You How cruel!"

The old Dragon King looked gloomy. He has been in a trance these days, but what he waited for was such a result. He pulled the queen up and said, "He asked for it."

"I can't take it! That's all I have! He's gone! He's gone!"

The old dragon king was also very sad, but he suppressed his emotions: "This king knows that what is ours is ours, and what is not ours... hey!"

Feng Lang's mother turned him into a human body, brought him back to the East China Sea, put him in a crystal coffin, and sank him in the depths of the sea. She has been guarding the coffin for at least a hundred billion years.

She said: "Only in this way can you stay with mother, right? Mother will not go anywhere here, just stay by your side all the time."

When Luanhuang got the news, she woke up from the bed and shouted: "He just disappeared! He died just like that! I don't believe it!"

The maid bowed her body: "Returning to Mozun, Zhixu God of War said that Feng Lang was also killed by himself, and he was asked to make apology for those who were killed in vain. Dao Zhenlei, the entire fairy world and the devil world know about it."

"How is this possible... How is this possible! That is the master he has guarded for hundreds of millions of years!"

The phoenix in purple ran out barefoot, turned into a phoenix and flew towards the South China Sea.

"Is Feng Lang dead? Is Feng Lang really dead?"

She asked the shrimp soldiers and crab generals at the bottom of the sea all the way, but they were all silent.

She ran into the hall and asked the Dragon King: "Feng Lang is dead?"

The Dragon King nodded helplessly, Luanhuang almost collapsed and went crazy, she already regretted getting angry with Fenglang, she walked up barefoot: "I don't believe it, where is he, I want to see him."

The old Dragon King patted her on the shoulder: "Go, don't be sad and don't cry, Feng Lang's mother thought he was asleep and was coaxing him to sleep."

"it is good."

The two walked through a colorful coral forest, and fell all the way, the bottom of the sea became more and more empty.

There was a person lying in the crystal blue crystal coffin, as if he was fast asleep.

If it wasn't for his lack of soul and immortal power, Luanhuang would have thought he was asleep.

The queen of the South China Sea coaxed softly: "Son, sleep, sleep well... sleep well..."

Luanhuang suppressed tears, and stepped forward to touch the cold crystal coffin: "Didn't you say that you would come back and apologize to me when all the dust settles? How could you go first? You have been lying to me, to yourself... "

The queen smiled: "Silly boy, what nonsense are you talking about? Your brother just fell asleep. Did he bully you again? When he wakes up, I will help you clean him up."

The author has something to say:

The scattered ones in me, Ding'an recited the scriptures, and the poems they recited were all their own creations, not excerpts.