Chapter 194 193. The Monument and the Immortal
The earth is silent and the clouds mourn.
The burning dawn and dusk jointly pave the way to the stunning scenery at this moment.
It was a sharp sword descending from the sky, piercing the haze that enveloped the world.
With a flash of sword light, everything fell into silence, and the wind and rain stopped.
The crazy human world has also come to a standstill.
Their emotions at this moment stayed on their faces, and their despairing eyes were lit up by the sword light. The various faces that were ferocious because of anger, howling because of separation, and crazy and hateful because of carelessness turned into silence. The world and the earth were silent together, just looking up at the sword light piercing the other side of the darkness.
A strange wave spread from the center of the black and white intersection of the earth.
Like a tidal wave.
The rising tide submerged everything, and the feeling of suffocation came up, grabbing the throats of all spirits. Maybe after a long time, or maybe just a moment, the "drowned" people heard the melodious sound of the flute, as if someone was playing an unknown tune in a far, far away place.
Boundless, long-lasting, but with a majesty that cannot be disobeyed.
Who plays the flute, and under what conditions can they hear the tune? In this world, people from different countries, monks from different affiliations, and demons from different territories and mountains and rivers have never raised the same question so uniformly.
Slowly.
The suffocating feeling of drowning began to recede, the tide fell at this time, and the melodious music gradually faded away in their minds. When they came back to their senses and wanted to find out, there was only a blank in their minds, not even the memories they recalled. Leave. Just like a thin layer of snow, it disappears completely after the sun comes out, making it impossible for people to find it anymore.
"Master Gong, the God of Food." Li Xi'an read softly.
He holds a sword in one hand and a flute in the other.
When the melodious farewell song ended, the golden flute on his left hand gradually disintegrated and disappeared. Miraculously, he had nothing when he arrived, but just now, he had everything, even better than himself in this world.
Li Xi'an took the sword and carved words on the stone tablet.
"My name is the tribute of the Ten Thousand Food Gods. I enjoy the food and wealth of all peoples and creatures, and I carry out good deeds and grievances in all directions of the world." That ancestor once said.
The faint sword beheaded the Dharma image, and the bright sword beheaded the ancestor.
When Li Xi'an stared at the eyes on the head, he saw the vicious anger that wanted to burn him. As far as this master was concerned, he had never done anything wrong and had no negative consequences. He was trying to get back the mountains and rivers of Kyushu, but he died here like this. He was enveloped in a sense of powerlessness that he had never felt since he entered the realm of true one. , as if in front of this red-clothed immortal, he went back to the past, back to the time when he was still a weak creature.
There is a saying that if you kill your ancestors, you will kill them in the mountains and rivers. It means that creatures at the level of Zu are difficult to die, just like the mountains and rivers that have existed forever between heaven and earth. Killing and massacre cannot destroy them. One day, just like rivers will converge and mountains will rise, Zu will wake up. .
This sentence may not be accurate, but we can also understand from it that the creatures of the True First Realm are ultimately called ancestors and are extremely difficult to kill.
Neither the terrifying environment in the universe nor the crises in the star sea can stop them from passing one star after another.
But he died.
The head fell to the ground and the body collapsed. The boundless mana and Taoism flowed away as quickly as his blood.
The two sharp swords transformed into morning and dusk contained some incredible power, which brought him to silence. At the end of his sight, he gave the immortal the most vicious look and the most terrifying anger. He wanted to ask, why, why are you! He never thought that he would die under the sword of another creature from Kyushu. This kind of unwillingness, resentment, anger and confusion lasted until the melodious flute sound sounded.
Heng Xiao Jin Ni?
This tune and that hole flute.
The unshakable ones among the ancestors are Qingsuo Mountain, Changhengdao, Tianhuayin, and Master Ni who plays the golden flute.
But didn't he leave? The Supreme opened up the world and sent them away. Wanshi Shengong's consciousness was gradually darkening, and his thinking was about to stop. That melodious flute music was pulling his thoughts, using the music as the rhythm, turning it into words, and delivering the Tao. At this moment, he who was about to die under this melodious melody heard the beat. Someone was doing this to him under this ancient law. Said——
"Those who want to be destroyed at this moment must first destroy themselves." "I will give you a sleep of tens of millions of years. When you wake up, you can clearly see your enemies."
The sound of the flute dispersed and melted into the light of the sword.
The stone tablet was erected, and the Taoist name was sleeping.
Li Xi'an started writing, and the sunlight dissipated in his hands. Zu's corpse lost his consciousness and life and turned into a towering mountain. Li Xi'an looked into the distance, and everything he looked at was blood red. But soon, the blood was changing, becoming lustrous, and the prayers were heard. They were the people who once worshiped this ancestor. Life at this level has broken away from the realm of bones and flesh, and the bones after death become part of the heaven and earth.
He heard a faint question coming from the light.
The voice asked: "Who is this?"
Who am I? Li Xi'an clasped his hands on his red clothes. The burning dawn and dusk were extinguished in the high sky. The night stretched to both sides from where Li Xi'an stood, and the stars and moon once again cast light on the land.
Li Xi'an looked back, with shining golden lotus flowers in his eyes.
He looked at the stone monument.
He carved a line of small words on the place where Master Gong, the God of All Foods, stayed.
"The Immortal."
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Darkness enveloped the earth. When the burning firelight in the east and west disappeared, people readjusted to the sudden darkness.
But near the junction, a figure quickly passed through.
It's the woman in gray.
She was searching anxiously, her consciousness spreading as far as possible, scanning every corner of the earth under her gaze.
Until she saw a familiar figure lying on the ground.
The place where it appeared may be in the original small town, but now all the mountains and rivers in this place have disappeared and turned into a dark flat land, and there is no way to distinguish it.
She lowered herself closer to the fallen figure.
Rough cloth, thick and straight eyebrows, and tanned skin. The woman in gray gently held the man's face, feeling the familiar texture in her hands.
He is her husband.
Not that strange and powerful creature.
She never needed that kind of power, but she also needed to thank him, and she also had to be grateful to him.
The majestic creature standing in the golden flames was as majestic as an emperor.
If it weren't for his existence, the world would collapse under the power of Zu, and all life would be dead. Neither she nor her beloved husband and children.
The woman in gray bowed down to the only tall mountain standing here.
And no one can see the depths of this high mountain, which are formed into formations in the form of earth and wood. This mountain will forever imprison something until the day the oath is made comes.
There is one more chapter before twelve o'clock
(End of chapter)