Zhang Xiaoyu In the last moment, he still breathed a long sigh of relief, with a relaxed look on his face, but the next moment he saw the Daoist over there starting to slowly collapse from his palm, and the smile on his face solidified in an instant and completely disappeared.
Zhang Xiaoyu stood up suddenly, his face turned pale. "Wuhuo?!"
All the creatures from the six realms who found that the enemy in front of them lost their immortality and began to slowly dissipate were a little surprised. They looked in the direction where the flesh and blood turned into powder and disappeared, and saw the scene of the great avenue manifesting.
Seeing the True Martial Great Emperor Lord gradually disappearing and collapsing in the picture, everything fell into dead silence immediately.
True Martial Great Emperor...
Is this going to mean death?
To save the world...
A complex sadness suddenly arose in their hearts.
Heaven and earth share the same sorrow.
The only person who can cut off the final calamity and enter this world is the soul of Yu Zun. The Daoist's sleeves and robes were rolled up. Looking back, he seemed to have crossed the layers of space and saw young girl standing in front of the Northern Emperor's Palace. Seeing the pain in the latter's eyes, Qi WuHuo apologized in his eyes and swept his sleeves and robes away.
Boom!!!
The gap between the inside and outside of the six realms slowly closed, and the deep hollow and endless terrifying scene disappeared. In the eyes of the people, True Martial Great Emperor also returned to the chaos of Hunyuan together with the final calamity Gods and Devils.
Dead silence in all directions.
Yang Jian clenched the magic weapon in his hand, in disbelief. "Emperor..."
Old Yellow Ox staggered, staring blankly at the scene in the sky, with a look of panic in his eyes. He, who was always calm, never thought that the person who was least likely to die would perish in this final disaster. His lips trembled, and he murmured, "No, it's impossible, without confusion, without confusion, it's impossible to die."
"It's impossible to die. He's gotten over all the things he's done so many times before!"
"How could he die?! He's not dead, right?!"
"It's impossible to die!"
"Master Sanqing is still here, how can he die?! That big guy, who is the God of Creation of Heaven and Earth, Wuhu can beat him, right, how can he die?!"
Old Yellow Ox seemed to be looking for some kind of recognition. He roared angrily. He reached out and grabbed Yang Jian next to him. With both hands, he pulled Yang Jian and shook it vigorously, as if he wanted to get recognition from him. Yang Jian looked sad and allowed Old Niu to act like this, but did not resist.
Finally Old Yellow Ox seemed to gradually calm down. He opened his mouth and closed his eyes. Thinking of the young Daoist things before, a look of extreme pain appeared on his face. He staggered and almost sat down while facing back. The palm that could have pushed the mountain away seemed to have lost its strength and slowly slid down.
Choking with sobs, he said, "Impossible, impossible..."
"How is it possible..."
The depressed Old Yellow Ox suddenly realized something.
Realizing the person who had the greatest impact from the scene just now, his expression suddenly changed and he said, "Not good!!!"
Old Yellow Ox turned around and ran away like crazy. "Yun Qin!!!"
Northern Emperor's Palace ago.
Those old friends still had great sadness on their faces, but at this moment they were even more worried. Looking at young girl and Yun Qin over there, grief didn't even appear on their faces immediately, but more of a sense of confusion, as if they hadn't reacted yet.
Yun Zhiyi suppressed the stinging pain in his heart and carefully called out, "Qin'er... you... you..."
"I...?"
"I'm fine, dad, mom."
Young girl was talking quietly to himself, looking at the sky, with his black hair hanging down, but the aura on his body made Yun Zhiyi and Weaver Girl not know what to say. They could only look at her with great worry. The images and cracks in the sky disappeared, Sky-Covering Banner turned into a stream of light and disappeared, removing the heat death air that still remained in the sky, and the sky seemed to be the same thing as before.
There is no crack, no sudden arrival of Gods and Devils, no final disaster.
There was no Qi WuHuo who died in battle.
Quietly, it was like every empress who secretly escaped from Teacher's class every day and went to lie next to the sea of blood, stepping on the sea water with her feet, and watching the rise and fall of the clouds with wide eyes.
The calmer she is, the more worried people around her become.
In this oppressive and lifeless atmosphere, suddenly there seemed to be the sound of swords ringing.
Old Green Ox raised his head and saw where the crack in the horizon disappeared. A Dao Sword light spun and fell. It seemed to be a coincidence, but also seemed to be some kind of destiny. The sword fell in front of the Northern Emperor's Palace and was inserted upside down in front of Yun Qin. The sword was long and sharp, and seemed to have cloud patterns. It was True Martial Sword.
Was it because he was knocked away by the ancient god when he was making a fake move and ended up here?
The rest of the people could only watch as the young girl, who was dressed in black silk and white, and whose shirt was stained with blood, walked step by step in front of the True Martial Sword who had fallen here. He could walk quietly at first, but then he accelerated. Not only did he speed up, he was still stumbling.
Clang--
The sword in Yun Qin's hand fell to the ground, whistling and buzzing. She slowly squatted down, stretched out her blood-stained palm, and stroked True Martial Sword. The sword buzzed, as if in response. Yun Qin raised her head, looked at her worried parents, and said, "Dad, Mom."
"Wuhuo, he broke through this calamity again."
"Just like before."
The look on her face was soft and gentle, as if she was still smiling, and she said softly, "But, why doesn't he come back...?"
"Why?"
The palm stroking the blade of the sword trembled.
Yun Zhiyi and Weaver Girl became familiar with their daughter, and their expressions changed suddenly.
Yun Qin seemed to want to say something else. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. He fell forward and the blood fell on True Martial Sword.
True Martial Sword's sword roar was fierce, but gradually faded and disappeared.
It no longer screamed and fell to one side.
The expressions of the others suddenly changed and they said, "Yun Qin!!!"
After three months.
The final battle was over, but it seemed that it was not over. It was said that it was over. True Martial Demon Queller Great Emperor and Great Demon God of Creation of Heaven and Earth died together, saving the six realms from complete destruction. He embarked on this battle without hesitation. He solved the disaster, but he never came back.
The reason why it is said that it has never ended is because although the final tribulation has been cut off, the influence before the final tribulation has not been eliminated. The remaining Heat Death Tribulation is still there, and the Cold Silence Tribulation is still there. These powers that appeared before the final tribulation began have not been erased just because the ancient god was killed. They still remain in this world.
It is still flowing freely and affecting the world, but it is not as terrifying as before, and it is not as endlessly improving.
There are ten great suns in the sky that last forever, and a lot of cold air rises in the Xuanming Sea.
Even those three thousand Gods and Devils were not all dead. They were stripped of the immortality characteristics passed down from the most ancient Gods and Devils in the Final Tribulation and could be completely strangled. However, not all Gods and Devils were killed at the first time. They had their own cunning people and escaped into various wilderness places.
He fled into the barren mountains and rivers and occupied the mountains as king.
The source of the final catastrophe was cut off, just like the source of a water source was broken, it just stopped deteriorating, but the subsequent effects of this final catastrophe still existed. The Jade Emperor became seriously ill and forced Primordial Spirit to get up and convene a Lingxiao Grand Ceremony in order to eliminate these many residual effects of Gods and Devils.
In the East China Sea--
In this battle, Ao Zang showed great majesty and successfully became famous. All forces couldn't help but respect this Azure Dragon. On this day, Ao Guang received the decree and did not dare to neglect it. He went to report it and said, "Ancestor, the Jade Emperor's decree has arrived."
Ao Zang was human at the moment, playing chess alone, with broken dragon horns. He was wearing a black robe, and his Qi was deep and peaceful. He did not raise his head when he heard the words, and just played chess calmly, saying:
"I've heard it a long time ago. Stop yelling at me."
"Tell me, Jade Emperor, what did he say?"
Ao Guang handed over the Jade Emperor's decree, but when he saw that Ao Zang didn't seem to accept the decree, he had to feel a little embarrassed. He took the decree back, unfolded it, looked at it, and said, "Great Celestial Venerable Jade Emperor convened a six-realm Dharma meeting to invite the Dragon Clan, the Human Race, and the Buddhist Kingdom to go to heaven to discuss and deal with the matter of the remaining Innate Spirits and Demons."
Ao Zang frowned slightly.
He knew that those Gods and Devils had fled everywhere and were mixed among various races. It was not easy to find and kill them. Moreover, the environment in the six realms had now greatly deteriorated. The gods were also worried about how to solve this problem. They hesitated and played chess:
"The Jade Emperor's behavior this time has a bit of Great Celestial Venerable's reputation and aura. You go ahead."
Ao Guang was startled and said, "Ancestor, can't you go?"
"What am I going to do?"
Ao Zang replied angrily, then paused, sighed, and said softly, "... I'm going to the True Martial Manor, to Town Heaven Great Emperor..." Ao Guang stopped talking. He knew that when Zhentian Great Emperor Lord was young, he had a relationship with his ancestor, and they were friends for many years.
Now Zhentian Great Emperor Lord is fighting fiercely in the final calamity and finally cuts it off. Although the calamity is heavy now, it is not as terrifying as the final calamity. There is still a glimmer of hope, but Zhentian Great Emperor Lord has never returned. Our ancestors have seen many old friends die, but this time they seem to be particularly touched.
Ao Guang bowed again and left.
Ao Zang looked at the chessboard. After a long time, he sighed. After all, he stopped playing. He threw down the chess piece in his hand and let it make a crisp sound on the chessboard, spinning around for a few times. He sighed, "It's not interesting, that's it, that's it, that's it, no more!"
He looked at the chessboard, and in a trance he seemed to see young Daoist, who was playing chess with him on the opposite side, making a move, and then stretched out his hand to make a false move, and invited himself to continue with a smile, but Ao Zang concentrated his attention, but could not see anything. There was only the light of the orbs in front of him, only the colorful coral trees and empty seats.
"After you go, no one will be qualified to play chess with me."
Ao Zang sighed.
He was young and wielding a sword, coming from the land of monsters, and his high-spirited appearance seemed to be just yesterday.
Now it has fallen...
How can we not make people sad and melancholy?
Old friends come and go, as is always the case, but I am afraid that the one who feels the most uncomfortable is his wife... They were young childhood sweethearts, and now that person died in battle, I am afraid that the child is the most unacceptable...
Empress Nuwa, Empress Houtu seems to be going to visit.
Ao Zang sighed and decided to go visit with the two Empress.
Ao Guang, on the other hand, had already soared into the sky with all the dragon clans and left the sea area. However, when he was ascending to the East China Sea, he saw an extra mountain over there on the sea area above his Dragon Palace. He recognized it. It seemed that it was the result of the previous battle and the world fragments fell, but he didn't care.
Some dragons shake their body scales and shake off a lot of majestic energy.
These are those Innate Spirits and Demons Qi. After losing their immortality, these things followed Baichuan and came to the East China Sea. They planned to find an opportunity to seal them all into Guixu. Some dragons worried and asked, "Your Majesty, will these Innate Spirits and Demons Qi have any impact on us?"
Ao Guang said, "No."
"Don't mention these things themselves."
"These immortal characteristics of Innate Spirits and Demons were destroyed by the hands of Zhentian Great Emperor Lord. Unless there is some creation that is closely related to Zhentian Great Emperor Lord, or it is like a chicken, innately empty and in a state of neither life nor death, it is absolutely impossible to absorb these things."
So many dragon clans were relieved, chanted several times, and followed the Dragon King of the East China Sea to the Soaring Heavens Palace. However, under the fairy mountain that suddenly appeared on the sea, a huge stone floated up and down.
This stone seems strange, with a square shape and 360 apertures all over its body.
It sank into the pure first Heavenly Qi after Innate Spirits and Demons was broken up. It seemed to be breathing, as if it was psychic, and the three hundred and sixty acupoints slowly lit up.
There is something that seems to be connected with this stone body--
Swallowing Heaven and Devouring Earth-like Divine Ability.
At a quiet but extremely terrifying speed, it keeps devouring this immeasurable energy of Innate Spirits and Demons!
The still water flows deep, and such changes are huge but slight. No one noticed that under the influence of this huge and boundless Qi, a trace of life appeared in this huge stone.
The speed of absorbing Heavenly Qi is getting faster and faster, faster and faster!
Vitality continues to increase.
All the people in the six realms are struggling to survive under the influence of this final calamity, and they are all dealing with this final calamity in their own ways. The final calamity is not the final calamity of a single emperor, but the calamity of all the people. Killing Gods and Devils can not directly erase all the previous influences.
At the same time, they were also missing Great Emperor Lord who was standing at the front.
They used stone, clay, and wood to carve the figure in black robes and jade crown, holding a sword in one hand.
Or you may raise your head and look at the sky, thinking that the emperor is "sleeping" in Outer Heaven. The world is thinking of him, and you may not be lonely, so you can comfort and remember him.
And among Outer Heaven, all the Innate Spirits and Demons outside this world have died in this final fight. There is a deep darkness, but there is a sense of tranquility. It is no longer as scary as before. The huge ancient god who carries the responsibility of Creation of Heaven and Earth is lying there, with a sword light between his eyebrows.
Although he was beheaded, he still had life.
The ancient god's body is slowly spreading, and within the square inch reflected by the sword light.
Two Dao Body shadows sit opposite each other.
Creation of Heaven and Earth The ancient god was furious, and black-robed Daoist crossed his legs.
Sit and exist!
And around the two figures who seemed to be discussing Daoism, the figure of Three Pure Dao Ancestors was still there. The ancient god Creation of Heaven and Earth was staring at the Daoist in front of him. Between them, the two qi machines were flowing and changing, as if they were indistinguishable from each other. Therefore, this ancient god had boundless murderous intent, and his face was distorted:
"Jinzhou--"
"Qi! Wu! Confusion!"
The plot of this part is continuous and cannot be interrupted. I wrote it in one go and posted it, so the previous update was a little late...
Good night everyone