Thousands of mountains are always pits

Zhengdao's good-for-nothing is an orphan who has no father or mother as long as he can remember. Thanks to the kindness of his teacher, he took him in as the gatekeeper of the library.

The genius of the Demon Dao is also an orphan. Although he doesn't have a teacher, he learns without a teacher, and soon emerges in the Demon World.

The orthodox teacher's school was destroyed by the evil way, the master's cultivation base was abolished, and the ancestors who had ascended in the early years could not be contacted, so they could only fall into the cliff and linger on their last breaths.

Mo Dao disdains to do those murderous activities, what she cultivates is devil energy, and what she cultivates is necromancy, but unlike those garbage that needs the blood of dying people, thousands of ancient tombs allow her to gallop.

However, because there are no sects or sects of demonic cultivators, other demonic sects are doing more and more excessive things, causing the world to crusade, so they throw all the blame on the demonic way.

It's just that this right way does all the sneaky things except not sucking human essence and blood.

The good and the evil were fighting, and the sky was dark, and the two met as if by fate.

What I never expected was that apart from their different camps, the three views of the two were extremely consistent.

The same conceit, the same arrogance, the same regard the common people in the world as straw dogs.

There was actually a sense of sympathy.

Later, both were seriously injured and fell into the cliff.

"What are you doing, I don't want you to save me!" Mo Dao gritted his teeth.

"Whoever saved you, I'm going to find a place to absorb your cultivation base." Zhengdao glanced coldly.

"I am a demon! The skills of righteous and demon cannot be combined!"

"Coincidentally, I happen to have a fusion technique."

"..."

In the end, Zhengdao still didn't absorb the magic power because she really accidentally dropped the exercise book.

Seeing the demonic way recovering day by day, Zhengdao always felt that the other party would kill him.So he began to talk about life with her with a cold face.

"...Can you shut up?" Mo Dao grilled the fish with an impatient expression on his face, "I won't kill people."

"There are still demon cultivators who don't kill people these days?"

"I didn't expect such shameless decency to exist these days."

"People are shameless, and the world is invincible." Zhengdao said this sentence as a creed of life.

"I can see it." Mo Dao sneered, "But if you talk too much, I will break the precept of killing right now——then you will use the knife."

Zhengdao hummed and chirped twice, and stopped talking.

So the days of bickering and grilling grilled fish in the valley passed quickly.

By the way, it was very old-fashioned, the two found a pamphlet at the bottom of the lake, with sixteen characters written on it: "Nu Wa created man, divided one into two, Nv Wa mended the sky, and all immortals are stones. "

Both were healed.

On the day of leaving, Zhengdao pierced Mo Dao's chest with a sword, and smiled sinisterly, "I'm sorry, I swore in the early years that I would slaughter the demon cultivators who have no benevolence and righteousness in the world."

Even you.

Mo Xiu showed an ambiguous smile, she leaned into Zhengdao's ear, and said quietly: "Coincidentally, the moment I fell into the cliff, I swore that I would kill all the pious Zhengdao in the world."

A dagger slipped from her sleeve robe, and it was gently sent into Zhengdao's chest, "By the way, my heart is on the right side."

Neither of them died.

Mo Dao gave Zheng Dao a buffer of defense time, and Zheng Dao knew that the opponent's heart was on the right side when he healed Mo Dao.

Just parted ways again.

During this period, there were too few people in the cultivation world to ascend, and countless people were new to the sect. The conflict between the righteous and demonic factions became more and more acute, but the two were suppressing the growing power of ascension in their bodies, and they were reluctant to ascend to the realm.

Zhengmo started the war of the century, and finally spread to the mortal world.

The melee continued for thousands of years.

After the people on both sides calmed down, they found that there was no living person in the mortal world.A big hole was torn into the sky, and the mountains, rivers, plants, birds and animals all died.

The rest began to realize that something was wrong.

When the two forces reached their extremes, all people devoted themselves to their beliefs and pursued pure good and evil.

The righteous way must support justice, and the evil way must complete evil deeds.

But it is often true that there are both good and evil who slaughter the common people.

Then he had an epiphany, and his state of mind suddenly changed, and the countless lingering immortals began to ascend.

Countless flying people merged into the stars of the night, and the torn sky began to fill.

Heaven began to restore order.

Until the end, there were only two huge voids left: the moon of the eternal night and the sun of the eternal day.

The world collapsed, the world ended, and the magic cultivator and the righteous way met again.

They embraced and kissed under the stars, turning into two points of light, merging into one, filling the remaining void.

The stars are singing, converging into an ancient language.

"I am your opponent;

I am your best friend;

I give you all my love;

I give you all my hate;

I am your past;

I am your future;

I am beginning;

you are the end;

I am you;

We are all blessed by God.

I am Heaven itself. "

The way of heaven is collapsing, and the way of heaven is rebuilding, the earth and trees are melting into nothingness, and all things are born in chaos.

Legend has it that at the beginning of the birth of the world, there was no heaven and earth, no day and night, and everything was unified.

Pan Gu created the world and divided the world into two.

What is divided into two is the chaotic soul, so there is a choice, a divergence, and a fork in the road.

We are all chosen by fate.

We are all fragments of the fission of heaven.

Countless years later, half of the souls had sex, opened their eyes, and saw a person, to be precise, a fairy.

"Your hometown has been slaughtered by demon cultivators, and you are the only survivor. Would you like to follow me back to Xianmen?"

"You can call me Master."

"We are people who cultivate immortality and seek Taoism."