Chapter 460 87. Creator
"What did you say?" Sui Jun stumbled and almost fell into a certain area of the Death Star. He clawed furiously before he could steady himself.
It's just that the wound that Suijun had been cut by the timeline began to breed again, and the body of a saint actually had an ugly smell like a corpse.
Li Xi'an reached out and brushed the broken wound. Sui Jun was surprised to find that the balance he had maintained with all his strength began to tilt, and crazy vitality re-emerged in the wound. This unparalleled vitality could even withstand the erosion of time. Suijun's withered and yellow hair gradually transformed back, no different from the giant beast in the hall before.
"What did you do?" Sui Jun waved his newborn arm and asked in shock.
What kind of power this is, Suijun can't describe it. The place where the Immortal passed by carried a special energy, and that majestic vitality enveloped him, making him seem to be reborn. A creature struck by the timeline is like an hourglass that begins to hang upside down. His life will flow through the gap like sand, irreversibly. But at this moment, the life force filled the top of the hourglass, and the sand was still flowing, but it couldn't finish flowing at all!
"I said, this body may be the last god born in Kyushu." Li Xi'an stood up slowly.
"What?" Suijun's eyes widened and he stared at the Immortal who was walking slowly in front of him. He felt that he was clearly an extremely noble divine king in Kyushu, but it seemed that since he met this weird guy, the most he said was "What?" ?” “What?” “I don’t know.”
Sui Jun shook his head and threw these embarrassing thoughts out of his mind. The beast's face became solemn. At this time, he had the honor of a god. In Li Xi'an's eyes, his previous appearance was simply the cosmic version of a house cat.
"Are you a god?" Sui Jun came up and took a sniff, "No, the aura of the ten types is very conspicuous, and even some very clever concealment methods cannot conceal the aura of the ten types. You didn't do any secret methods to hide it, You don’t have the aura of the Ten Categories on your body, so how can you say that you are one of the Ten Categories?”
Sui Jun looked weird, thinking to himself, you grandson, who once said that he was the first Kunlun priest, an old guy who had dealt with the empress, has now become the last god in Kyushu? What's more, does a creature need to be modified by "maybe" if it belongs to the ten categories? This is too much nonsense.
"Wait a minute..." Sui Jun suddenly froze, and a claw popped out of his thick furry palm to poke at Li Xi'an, "You are not a creature of this era."
"The only thing that can make Tianyang Siming fall in love is the state of Ji Zhao, and to become Ji Zhao, he needs to be unified, so he is looking for you. You and he are the same creature, but there are different possibilities." Suijun's head suddenly became clear. "But this problem is very serious. Jiuzhou is not taboo about this kind of realm and road. It will be known to you almost as soon as you can recognize it. Therefore, creatures like us know more or less about other universes." Things.”
"In Kyushu's account, individuals from different branches at a certain point in time will only appear in their own universe and will not interfere with each other. Unless you arrive in someone else's universe as an intruder, there will never be two possibilities in the same time and space. Individual phenomena.”
"Oh——" The giant beast slowly retreated, its pupils opened in the dark universe, and only a huge claw lay flat in front of Li Xi'an, "I know that there are some extremely powerful creatures that can reach a certain node. Take the initiative to create a time branch, I met a big shot. You are the intruder, you invaded this space and time that belongs to Tianyang Siming and met him."
"Who are you and where are you from?"
"It's not important." Li Xi'an replied.
"Big shots all like to say that." Sui Jun waved his hand and seemed to have no objection. "I kind of believe that you are really the original Kunlun priest."
"You didn't believe it before?" Li Xi'an smiled.
"Believe it or not, I can tell whether what you said is a lie." Sui Jun nodded. "So, what about the gods you are talking about? If you can't explain it clearly, for the sake of safety, I can still only send you to Hetu Bridge to avoid your contact with Tianyang Siming. After all, I can't Knowing which side your body is from, even if you are standing in front of me now wearing a longevity suit, you can still become the commander of Tianyang and slaughter my people in Jiuzhou. "
"This body is a god, or in other words, an incomplete god born in the last generation of Kyushu. If there is no accident, this god will die like a mortal, and the seeds of Shinto rules will wither deep in the soil before they have time to germinate." Li Xi'an paused, "Because this body does not have a consciousness that can compete with it, even if the self is born in the middle, it will be destroyed by this body in the next moment and disappear in the haze."
"But there are exceptions to everything, Suijun, don't you think so?"
"You appeared, took over this body, and used it to walk in this era." Suijun muttered. Although the true identity of the other party was still a fog, at least the guy standing in front of him began to become clear in Suijun's eyes. .
"Without the movement of the spirit, one is born to drive the Tao and control the laws of heaven and earth." Sui Jun continued, "Yes, immortals cannot do this. You are a god."
"It's amazing that a god can still be born in Kyushu today. Can I know what kind of Tao you hold in your hands?"
Li Xi'an opened his hand, and there was a fluorescent green seed suspended in the center of his palm.
He stared down at the seed, and the halo floating around it seemed to reveal its symbol.
There was no sign of Shinto for more than eighty years before this body entered the grave. The germination of Shinto seeds accompanied his decay and death, and then transformed into new life.
According to Zhao Yao Lanxing, in this world, he was targeted by Shinto and was selected to transform into a dragon, and in the process of transforming into a dragon, he was gradually heading towards death. It seems that when peak prosperity and decline appear in the same creature at the same time, the seeds of Shinto begin to sprout, and the omens of the ten categories of gods begin to emerge.
Li Xi'an vaguely knew what this road represented.
Kyushu is heading towards decline, teetering on the verge of falling, but the creatures of Kyushu are powerful and powerful, and can even compete with the heavens in the dying environment of Kyushu, setting off a war that sweeps across the sky and the earth. The decline of Kyushu and the prosperity of all living beings are changing. Kyushu will fall into night after dusk, and will be reborn again in the night, ushering in dawn.
This is the way.
nature.
The rise and fall of all things are within it, and time is the silent and only watchman in this process.
It seems that everything that can become a law is in nature.
Li Xi'an closed his eyes, and the Shinto seeds broke open their shells and sprouted.
The sword box groaned softly, and the faint sword was unsheathed.
"What are you going to do?" Sui Jun took the red ancient sword thrown by Li Xi'an and asked doubtfully.
"After the Shinto seed is completely released, the time I can stay in this time and space will be quite short. Once my consciousness leaves this body, the Shinto seed will swallow it up. This seed will not bear fruit and will only kill the flower and die. ”
"Do me a favor." Li Xi'an turned around, his hair hanging down, as white as a vast field of snow. The half of the side face has been climbed up by the branches of Shinto seeds, and the crystal leaves are swaying in the corners of the eyes, the bridge of the nose, and the forehead.
"Go to Kyushu to find a black horse, whose cultivation is at the extreme palace level, with fish scale-like patterns on his abdomen and legs, and give this sword to him. This must not be a difficult task for a divine king."
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After hearing this, Suijun solemnly put away the faint sword and nodded.
Li Xi'an looked into the distance.
The battlefield in the depths of the universe is fierce, and the collision between laws will shatter thousands of galaxies just by spilling strands.
"That's right." Li Xi'an said suddenly.
Sui Jun raised his head. With his huge body, he could turn the Milky Way into a stream and wade through it. But at this moment, Sui Jun raised his head.
"I apologize to that old horse for me. I broke my promise and couldn't come back."
Enlightenment of the universe, the sound of Sanskrit!
Someone was singing soft prayers to the gods in the darkness.
Li Xi'an pointed his finger at the sky, and the galaxy ended in an instant.
A huge sense of vibration enveloped the world, branches and leaves were extending, wrapping the stars, covering the law. Even the soldiers stationed on the Great Wall of the Universe discovered that there were buds growing out of the collapsed galaxy.
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In the battlefield deep in the universe, the power of law collapsed.
The saints could not stop Shi Ming Law at all. The other party swung the axis of time wantonly like a sword, cutting their laws and even their lives.
The Taotie saint was swept along the timeline, and his powerful torso shriveled up in an instant. Even the Taotie clan's method of devouring the sun and the moon could not fill the gap at such a speed, and they could only allow him to begin the countdown to death.
Those golden eyes were cold and strange, looking down at all the saints in Kyushu as if they were looking at dead objects. The saints knew how powerful God Lord Haoyu was, and it was only then that they realized what monster God Lord Haoyu had been fighting for such a long time!
The other party was draped in Tianyang's ancient sacrificial robes, and the ocher red body was embossed with black gods and beasts. He was walking in the cobweb intertwined with laws, and the Saint of Kyushu was the prey in the cobweb. The movement of the timeline often brings wind from the past or future, blowing his ancient sacrificial clothes, as if a supreme evil spirit is performing a grand and solemn ritual.
The saints are sacrifices.
No, in the eyes of Si Ming Shi Lu, creatures that are not returned to their origins are not even qualified to be placed on the plate, and can only be used as red lacquer-dyed ritual vessels.
Saints fell one after another, the words of Hetuluoshu were still shining, and Siming laughed crazily.
He casually summoned a period of time in the past and drove out the creatures from that time to serve as war slaves.
Tianyang Siming does not have a legion of laws, because any period of time that is captured by him is within his grasp.
But suddenly, the torn space and time closed together, and a chanting sound sounded in the universe.
The timeline fell and was bounced away.
Siming's smile faded and his sacrificial robes fluttered. He jumped out and pulled out thousands of years of past fragments of this entire universe in his hand, condensing it into an eight-directional long sword. The sword's blade glowed with the glimmer of dusty history. Cut lengthwise.
The long sword from all directions swung down and passed straight through the figure.
The red clothes had long lost their color, the branches and leaves were swaying, the hairpins made of tree branches held up his white hair, and a few flowers bloomed quietly on the treetops. His cheeks were surrounded by white mist, and his whole body was looming, as if he didn't exist in this universe at all.
When the long sword covered with a thick layer of history passed by, a burst of rain and mist arose.
The natural cycle, endless life, takes away countless years, and the world is still the world and will not change.
Life will still be born again, mountains will rise and rivers will flow.
Facing Li Xi'an at this moment, he seemed to be facing an endless universe. The stars on his robe sank and rose again, and the sun and moon were always here.
Siming narrowed his eyes and said the name of this kind of existence.
"The Creator."
The highest level among gods.
Everything is in the palm of your hand, and creation and destruction cycle in front of your eyes, back and forth like this.
Si Ming Shilu freed up his right hand and held the eight-way long sword that reflected the past with his left hand. His right hand spread out and held it empty, reflecting the future. The golden light rose in this dark and silent space, like the morning light on the earth. Advent.
His expression remained as calm as ever.
"I can kill you too."
The golden light solidified into a sword, commanding Shilu to point at the Creator.
"I must kill you."
The law reverses the time calendar, and the war between the Creator and the Commander begins almost at the same time at countless points in time, with mist and rain and sword light swaying. Li Xi'an followed his instinct and did not think too much. He caught the sword's fist softly and hard at times. Under the erosion of time, it was of no use except bringing out some clouds and branches.
Li Xian understands himself.
Now, even if he completely releases the seeds of Shinto, he still can't defeat Si Ming who is standing at the end of time.
However, his original intention was not to defeat. The two figures ran rampant through the years, sometimes even punching each other tens of thousands of years apart.
"When did you come to Tianyang?" Li Xi'an asked.
Si Ming's sword light danced, "When I was born, I am a citizen of Tianyang."
"But your consciousness comes from Kyushu."
"So what? Those who gave birth to me and raised me are all Tianyang's people."
"At least we shouldn't raise the butcher knife to Kyushu."
"Do you think Kyushu is right? Kyushu is the biggest mistake in this universe." Siming pondered, and the golden light swept away a piece of history.
"If it weren't for the existence of Zhoufa, I would have gone to your time and space to kill you."
"It seems that the law of time is not enough." Li Xi'an chuckled.
"I will get Zhoufa. You can't last long in this state. Soon, this body will still fall into my hands. As long as the petal is in Zhoufa, it will be there."
"It seems that you have never been to Yaochi. At least your consciousness was different from mine a long time ago."
"What do you mean?" Siming frowned.
Li Xi'an shook his head.
The lotus flowers in his eyes bloomed.
At the same time, the Shinto seed flowers began to wither.
Returning to the material universe, the turbulence of time was calmed by Li Xi. He finally took off the white flowers from his hairpin and gently threw it into the universe.
"This is a farewell gift."
The white flower blooms, and the body of the Creator withers away along with the petals. There were no explosions that shook the sea of stars, and there were no sharp edges that tore apart the universe. Everything was so peaceful, just like an extremely ordinary white flower withering on the mud.
But the sudden death threat enveloped Si Mingshilu.
Under the withered white flowers, he was overwhelmed by the light.
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A long time passed, and the beacons on the Great Wall of the Universe were extinguished.
The war in Kyushu has come to an end.
Where the white flowers withered, a figure walked out, half of his body turned into charcoal. His intact left arm held the Octagonal Sword, but the part of the law that symbolized the future passed away together with the white flower.
The northern hunt is successful, I will add another chapter tomorrow!
(End of chapter)