Nightfall

The huge power that Peiran Moyu, which should even be described as brilliant and splendid, just fell from the sky and into the human body. If there is no experience or preparation, the relatively small and fragile human body may be directly By this force, it broke into countless pieces of light, or became an idiot.

But this situation is no stranger to the bright priest. Many years ago, he took that step and realized Haotian's revelation. He understood that he only needs to open his heart and flesh in all directions to get Hao. Heaven bestows the most precious gift to mankind, so that he can use this power that should not appear in the world.

The bright and bright eyes of the bright priest stared calmly at everything between the cliffs, as if seeing each line of the space cut through the space of the well character, the divine radiance lingering between his index fingers had turned into a mass of white radiance, which was beautiful The holy milky white light exudes an unimaginable terror.

Countless tens of thousands of holy milky white light spread from the fingers, some hung like an umbrella, protecting his body, and more were punctured like the sun, pierced into those that were cut into countless fragments In space.

After Dao Guangxu penetrated into the space debris, the debris suddenly became brighter, and the terror in the light held the lines of the edge, so that the space no longer continued to break.

Master Yan Se cut the space into pieces with powerful symbols from more than five realms.

The Great Priest of Light used the power of apocalypse to forcefully maintain the existence of space.

Tens of thousands of bright and broken spaces are like tens of thousands of extremely small mirrors. In the mirror, there are pictures of mountain air and snowgrass trees. Although they are all broken pictures after being cut, they still exist.

The edges of the tens of thousands of bright light mirrors, those cut lines are shaking slightly. These lines break, and the power of light will break through the imprisonment of cutting and return to the real and complete world. These lines continue to cut into subtle places, and the space continues to break, no matter how bright the atmosphere is inside, it can only gradually dim in the end.

Whoever is more powerful, from the breath of heaven and earth, to the light power borrowed from Haotian?

Fu Dao is the principle of human self-understanding from the heavens and the earth, the deepest law of the world that he masters himself, and the light is Haotian ’s reward or punishment for this world. Who can overcome who?

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Everything between the cliffs and even the cliff itself has been cut open, supported by Haotian's bright breath indifferently, without turning into green smoke, only a tree is not crushed, and it is not enclosed in a bright mirror.

It was a straight aspen tree with a little girl squatting under it.

The little girl held an old urn in her left hand and a new urn in her right hand.

She shivered slightly between the light and the rune between the cliffs, like the grass in the cold wind.

A piece of snow that escaped somehow fell gently on her shoulder.

She picked up the snow and felt the snow slowly melting between her fingers. She looked at the pair of willow eyes in the field, and the eyes became brighter, the eyes brightened, and the pupils became darker. To the essence of light.

In the real world, there is no concrete form and picture in the battle between the magician beyond the five realms and the great light of the apocalyptic realm. However, no matter the old man or the master Yan Se, the poplar and The little girl under the poplar is sealed out of the space, so she is a real spectator.

So this battle that the earthly world simply couldn't understand, after falling into Sang Sang's black eyes, was portrayed as a picture that human beings could understand. Those pictures were extremely beautiful, and it was also extremely palpable.

The majestic breath, the sacred light, the fearless world, the runes, they cut and hurt each other, snuggling, struggling, the space compresses the radiance, the radiance breaks through the space, and finally compresses and condenses into the night The stars on the dome turned into a flash of fire in the lonely wilderness, and turned into the spring in the dew.

Then all the pictures disappeared in Sang Sang's eyes, invisible and invisible, and even absent, a piece of absolute darkness and stillness, deeper than the deepest night, and even darker than the darkest cloud, like the pupil of the King of Darkness.

If you change to another ordinary girl, she might have been shocked and fainted, but Sang Sang did not. She did n’t know what happened. She could n’t understand everything that happened between the cliffs, but she still tried her best to open her eyes and watch Seeing everything, quietly watching and waiting quietly, to see everything you can see, remember everything you can remember, because she knows that Ning Que will want to know what happened today in the future.

In the absolute darkness, a tiny spot suddenly appeared, and then the spot suddenly erupted into countless beams of light, breaking through the entire space in an instant, like the birth of a new world.

It is like numerous beautiful fireworks blooming in the night vault.

Sang Sang looked at the beautiful fireworks and rubbed her eyes a little ignorantly. When she opened her eyes again, she found that what had happened had disappeared, and the cliff returned to her eyes.

The rainbow ban that enveloped the unnamed mountain disappeared without a trace.

Snow fell again.

At the cliff stood two old men looking up at the sky.

At this time they finally became a real old man, coughed by the cold wind passing between the cliffs.

Master Yan Se raised his arm, wiped his nose with a sleeve, looked at the sky and muttered, "That's what happened."

The right sleeve of the padded jacket on the bright grand priest has been turned into nothingness. He put his right arm into the sleeve on the left with some chills. He squatted down like an old farmer and narrowed his eyes slightly to look somewhere in the sky.

Master Yan Se pointed to somewhere in the north and said to the old man beside him: "I saw an unprecedented big rune. The big rune was only a simple two strokes, which started in the north of the wasteland, one fell in the west, and the other east."

Then he looked back at Chang'an City, who had been silently guarding him for many years, and said with emotion: "Meet here."

At that moment, he surpassed the five realms of spiritual practice, and even went farther, clearly seeing the world over there, the real future, so he knew that the unprecedented big symbol was real and that humans could really write It came out, so he was pleased, moved and couldn't be added.

The prince of light squatted on the edge of the cliff and looked north with his fingers, but he saw something different. When he really entered the realm of apocalypse, he realized a lot of things that he had never been able to understand before.

The old man looked back at Sang Sang under the poplar, his hesitant expression on his old cheeks, and finally finally relieved and relieved and then realized, smiling and said: "This is my chance."

Master Yan Se looked down at him, and he laughed, and said: "Don't you see it by this time? No matter what the chance, after all, it is no longer your business, but their business."

The old man stood up, sighed and said with a smile: "Yes, it will be their world."

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Many days ago, an old man was taken in by the little maid in Lao Bi Zhai, when the old man asked the little maid a question.

"Do you believe in chance?"

"I believe in chance."

"I believe everyone is destined to meet some people and do some things. These things arranged by Haotian are opportunities."

"Many years ago, I saw the shadow of the night falling in this city. Once I saw it, I met it."

"Since I met, it can never be separated again, but what I saw is not real, and what I met is not specific. I only know that he exists, but I don't know where he exists."

"Then I saw a person who was born to know in Chang'an City. I think this is not the right thing, because there should be no one who is born to know in the world, so my chance with him began."

Many days later, standing by the cliff on the outskirts of Chang'an City, the old man realized that his chance had never been with that person, but with the little maid named Sang Sang.

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A winter wind blew by, and the two old men standing side by side on the cliff instantly turned gray, like snow.

For centuries, the most brilliant grand priest of the Xiling Temple has left the world calmly, so he was shocked in his life, omnipotent, called the strongest in Taoshan, but was imprisoned for the so-called chance 14 year.

He fled Taoshan and came to Chang'an City, but failed to find the shadow of the dark night, as if the trip was just to meet Sang Sang, and then accept her as a heir.

At the moment before he died, he was inspired by Haotian, and finally for the first time clearly saw what the shadow of the night looked like, and saw that his descendants would inherit himself and shine in the world, so he left very much Peace of mind.

For hundreds of years, Haotian Daomen ’s most outstanding Rune Master has also left this world in such a calm manner. In his life, he laughed and scolded, and there was no name in the world, but it was the first to run against the Dao Powerhouse.

Master Yan Se's arrogant and casual life is just looking for a successor. When he met the chicken soup post, he finally got his wish, as if the lingering blue building in this life was just to take that guy as a successor.

At the moment before he died, he saw through the cycle of light and darkness and saw the great symbol, knowing that his descendant Ning Que would be able to write a great symbol in the world that he had never written in his life. The guy must be able to accomplish what countless generations of runes want to accomplish, so he is very relieved and even happy to leave.

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The wind rises, the snow rises and the snow rests, and the cliffs are quiet.

The lonely poplar tree looked at the sky alone ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The lonely Sang Sang wiped his eyes, holding two heavy urns with difficulty, and walked to the cliffside with difficulty, then knees Kneel before two piles of ash.

The mountain breeze on the cliff has been blowing, and the two piles of ash have been rolled everywhere, many of them have been rolled into the air, flew to the snow, and even farther away.

Sang Sang knelt on the ground, stretched out his hands and held the ash into the urn.

"The teacher lives in Xinjue. He likes to be clean."

"Master's teacher lives in the old urn, he is not afraid of oil."

She reminded herself softly that she packed the ashes of the two old men into the urn.

The annoying mountain breeze came to disturb from time to time, the ash blowing was everywhere, even blowing on her cotton skirt and small face.

Sang Sang raised the back of his hand and wiped his face, then bowed his head and continued to hold the ash in the urn.

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