Chapter 434 61. The Mist of Time
In the place of collapse, white and black collided, and after each other's destruction, a wave of destruction of morning stars bloomed. The number was immeasurable, and one could only sigh as the heaven and earth collapsed.
Under the endless falling black and white stones, I picked up the wine gourd from the sky and for the first time restrained the drunkenness on my face.
From the sky's sight, this collapse area that can strip away the mass of ancient stars at will and absorb time and space is changing, transforming from the most essential darkness to light. The place where the man stands cracks, and the entire surface of the collapse area seems to have turned into an uneasy eggshell. , broken into pieces, floating irregularly on the egg white.
As for what is about to hatch under the egg shell, it is already clear from the sky.
That is the good sage.
The good saint's face is covered with white. He is no longer in the same shape as before. This ancient saint who has ruled the good world for several epochs has revealed his true appearance. It turns out that the wings that hang down and cover the entire good world come from the true body of the good saint. At this moment, Qian Qian The feathers spread out wantonly, and the pure white saint wearing a white flower crown raised his head. Rather than saying that the light swallowed him up, he was the source of the light.
He moved forward step by step, crossing the huge abyss that could bury the galaxy.
The sons of the Law Legion were hanging under the feathers of the saint, holding sharp blades with fire burning to kill the demons. The evil thoughts from hell retreated. They should not know what fear is, but in the face of such an existence, it is difficult for them to move forward. The center of the stream of light is the supreme goodness of the universe. In his eyes, all evils are like fine dust on the chopping board, which is easily brushed away and melted into the sunlight.
The wings flapped, and in the center where the light overflowed, the Good Saint slowly stood up, with four pairs of wings covering his body, and his claws like cold moon hooks were exposed on the edges of the wings.
His image is like a strange bird with its trunk erect, wearing a white mask made of iron jade. The eyes of this strange bird come from the feathers, and they are the billions of pupils that tear through the darkness of the universe and stare at this place.
There was a dull roar, and looking back from the sky, it was the Evil Saint who had remained silent. The mask on his face was as strange as the Good Saint, and the crying expression made of golden lines was distorted. Then, from the sky, he saw the Evil Saint's head slowly A black sun rises!
The black sun spins, stripping away all matter in all directions.
The rich darkness almost condensed into substance. The evil spirits of hell surrounded the Evil Saint and slowly lifted him up. He began to grow taller and became illusory. His human-like figure also disappeared, replaced by a torso of black flames. The mask still stayed on the head, the flames extended out of the arms, and they were held empty. The harsh friction sound cut through the collapsed ground. It was a huge scythe that almost split the collapsed ground vertically, which was held in the hand.
At the same moment, good and evil disappear.
The collapsed ground instantly returned to deathly silence.
From the sky, one can observe the battlefield between the law and the path. The place of collapse is far away from the world, but it is still located in the material universe. The law and path left here at the moment of the clash and entered another realm. According to their Tianyang, this is The Law of Law catalyzes the necessary dimension upgrading process after overflowing, and requires a deadly battle in another dimension. Sheng led the army of law and Tao to charge, but the role of Tao was difficult to exert on each other, so the most ancient and primitive fighting method was revealed.
Fighting and roaring, it's like going back to an era before civilization, drinking blood from the flesh.
After the glow of the law passed, there was the friction and collision between the saint and the saint's body. The giant scythe cut the feathers and the sharp claws opened the flames.
Evil is still no match for good.
After observing the battlefield for a long time, I came to a conclusion based on the world.
It's not that he has no way to enter Ludao's dimension-ascension battlefield. Jiutian cannot actively open the dimension-ascension battlefield like Ludao, but there are many ways to defeat Ludao in the dimension-ascension battlefield. He just winked at Cong Tian for a moment and had no intention of participating in this battlefield.
If it had been 70 to 80 million years ago, Congtian might still have had the heroic ambition to step into the battlefield of ascending dimensions and fight the ancient saints, but that would be it now.
It had been too long since he had entered Jiuxiang, so long that he no longer desired to achieve results in the struggle. He only wanted convenience and how to act efficiently.
At this time, a wisp of white smoke floated in from outside the collapsed ground and fell into Congtian's hands.
God knows it was the fox who had been guarding outside the collapsed land.
The smell of smoke mixed with Hu Meizi's smell was even more pungent than the smell of alcohol on his body.
He waved his hand to disperse the smoke. A few lines of writing were brewed under the smoke, and just one glance made me unable to sit still. "There are creatures reversing the past."
Looking down from the sky, he squinted his eyes, and the heavy feeling surrounded by the smell of alcohol was expelled from his mind.
"There is a period of time in the past that came to this world with the help of something, some kind of heaven-defying method. I don't know who did it, but I recognize that past. Jiu Mengzi, guess who is standing in the fog in the past?"
The dizzy handwriting was crushed from the sky. He stood up and solemnly tied the yellow gourd to his waist.
He looked no further.
Because the familiar sound of the flute sounded as sweet as before.
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The fog of time has spread without knowing when, flooding the world. Even the stars are immersed in the fog, dreaming of dreams belonging to the past.
The sunken world was lit up, and brilliant fireworks bloomed in the darkness, rising into the sky with the shadow of the dragon.
The stars respond to the dragon's call and work together to weave a fragment of the past.
In the heavy fog, the treetops swayed, and the wind from the past blew over the jade plaque. The jade plaque swayed, and the real names inscribed on it were glowing. The corresponding gods slowly emerged, walked out, whispered ancient songs, and played the music of the piano. , the sword is rubbed, the shirt is hunted.
Where the ancient trees stretched, the slaves of the law fell to the ground in a daze, and the restraints of the law suspended above their heads melted like snow.
The dragon's shadow soared in the sky, its whole body burning with flames.
Li Chengqi stared at the dragon shadow swimming under the foggy sky. He found that the Master seemed to have undergone some changes. The familiar ghost face turned into the auspicious dragon commonly seen in ancient murals. Even the torso, which was as tall as a mountain and whose scales folded like thorns, had become much softer. It was no longer a ferocious water chestnut, but a wave-like pattern of fish scales.
The gates of hell are opening, and the world of good is changing.
But above the mirror sea, ancient trees are in the sky and knotted in the starry sky. Immortals are no longer legends, and the sound of killing by heavenly soldiers and generals is loud.
Outside the collapsed place, there are broken stars, and the fog of time covers this place. Even the red sun light cannot penetrate this layer of strange white fog.
Xian Tian exhaled a puff of smoke, and his eyes followed the smoke and merged into the fog.
She tapped the cigarette rod and summoned the green dragon Changming.
"Follow this road all the way out, remember the 81st step and drop the blood in the vessel, then manifest the body, and you can walk out of this fog after exhaling the clouds for the ninth time."
Seeing the doubts in Chang Ming's eyes, Xian Tian tapped his green dragon horn with a cigarette rod, and said with a chuckle: "A guest is here, a guest you shouldn't see. After leaving the Good World Xingyu, you can go wherever you want for the time being. Come on, remember not to go back to Tianyang. If we haven’t gone back, there will be old immortals in Daoyuan Sea who come out to cause trouble for you.”
After Xian Tian finished speaking, he took another puff and revealed the smoke and smile to the tall, green dragon beside him.
"Let's go, I'm going to receive guests."
The smoke dissipated, and Xian Tian had disappeared from Chang Ming's sight.
(End of chapter)