The Great Tao Chronicle

Change the day, change the day, and rebuild the sky!

The picture scroll of Fengshen is like the sky like the sun, the candles illuminate the ghostly world, the world, all the earth, mountains and rivers, can not be seen in the four seas and five continents.

In the far reaches of the sky, the dazzling stars that were trembling and about to fall just now appeared dim under the illumination of the divine light, gradually disappearing, and seemed to have regained their calm.

And the divine light that burst out from the Conferred God Array, still under the blessing of infinite power, spreads out into the depths of the star sea, slowly and firmly, as if to include the boundless star sea into the picture.

A monstrous catastrophe that is about to come, just like this dissipated into the invisible.

Ordinary creatures in the world may be at a loss as to what happened, but Daqing, Zhonglu, all the gods of mountains, land and rivers, all bowed down at this moment.

Like a pilgrimage, offer your admiration.

This worship has nothing to do with whether the supernatural power is powerful or not, but thanks for the grace of salvation.

"teacher"

On the Qingdu Conferring God Platform, Sa Wuling's clothes were moving without wind, and his expression was sad:

"You once said that when the teacher has something to do, the disciple should do it. Why don't you let the disciple do it?"

He sighed softly.

If possible, he would have risen to the sky to fight side by side with the teacher, even if he died, the world is uncertain.

On that day, Lingji was only expelled from the four seas and five continents, not really disappeared.

Emperor Tian Shiru will still be reborn one day in the future. If he dies, who will suppress it?

For a time, Sa Wuling was silent in his heart.

huh~

On Nanlu Bingyang's Conferred God Platform, Liansheng Laodao indulged in singing:

"Blessings and misfortunes have nowhere to go, only people call upon themselves. The rewards of good and evil are like shadows. Good people say good things, see good things, and do good things. There are three good things in one day, and in three years, the heaven will bring blessings. "There are three evils in one day, and in three years there will be disasters from heaven."

The long song reverberated, like a song like a weeping.

The old man burst into tears, bowed long, and his sleeves drooped down:

"A real person's power is greater than that of the sky, and he will surely get great achievements from the sky!"

At this moment, no one in the world does not shake, even if black and white are impermanent, a touch of awe cannot help but rise in the heart.

But for the real souls of the primordial spirits in the nether mezzanine, this taste seems unbearable.

At the moment when the spirit of heaven and earth was replaced by 'Qi', it was naturally these real souls who were the first to feel the sense.

A group of Primordial Spirit real people couldn't help but suddenly change color, and they all fled away one by one, drumming up their mana, urging the magic weapon and magic weapon.

In the interlayer between the netherworld and the human world, the spiritual energy is also disappearing, and is slowly and firmly replaced by the 'Qi', expelled, if it stays here for a long time, once something goes wrong, it will be ruined!

Of course, what's more important is that the 'reincarnation of life and death' that they peeped at is no longer in the underworld.

Force yourself into the Netherworld, and it will not pay at all.

For a time, all the bystanders scattered as birds and beasts, even the unwilling old monk could only sigh and urge the boat to disappear into the gap.

Huhuhu~

The air was blowing, and the divine light was dimmed.

Under the gazes of everyone, the picture of the gods that covered the sky and the sun, like a sky curtain, gradually faded as the stars disappeared, until it disappeared into the void.

There is no way to pursue, unpredictable, as if completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

It seems that it is only an extreme time. The sky has returned to calm, there is no divine light, there is no Leihai, there is no Taoist man in white, there is no starry sky, and there is no picture scroll that covers the sky like a sky, and there is no terrifying oppression.

Everything seems to have never happened.

If it weren't for the entire nether world still in tatters like ruins.

he died? ?

At the head of Nether City, Xie Qi was speechless. Even he could not perceive the traces of the picture scroll at this time, but he could vaguely feel that this was just the beginning, and everything had not yet been settled.

But no matter what, the calamity that will destroy the world will not come.

For a while, my mind was a little empty.

For more than 2,000 years, the only thing he cared about was the calamity that destroyed the world, and even he was already prepared to die in the calamity.

At this time, the world-annihilating catastrophe seemed to be vanished into nothingness, but he didn't know why his heart was a little empty.

There was even a trace of confusion.

I don't know where to go.

"Seven Brothers"

Hei Wuchang took a deep breath, suppressed the boiling in his heart, and said:

"Fu Jun, you didn't see the wrong person"

At this moment, even he has to admit that An Qisheng is really stronger than them. At least, they are not sure that they can survive this disaster.

Not to mention, people are counted as heaven, seal the **** of heaven, and arrogantly drive out the heaven and earth.

"Yeah, I'm not as good as him."

Xie Qi nodded lightly, and looked blankly at the side of the altar of ‘whatever you want’, like a stupid yellow dog:

"Your master, do you have anything else to say?"

Since An Qisheng's body was broken, this yellow dog has been dumbfounded and silent, as if he had been hit hard, and his spirit was extremely decadent.

"master"

Hearing Xie Qi's question, Huang Gou only felt his spirit drifting down from far, far away, his dazed eyes moved, and there was a little more vitality:

"Master, Master, he wants you to emerge"

This opening, hoarse and low like a cuckoo crying blood, makes people feel sad and sad.

"Feathering?"

Black Impermanence's eyes moved:

"What did fellow Daoist An say?"

Even Hei Wuchang himself hadn't noticed it. Invisibly, if An Qisheng might stay, the weight in his heart was already very heavy.

"Feathering."

The yellow dog lowered his head, and a drop of tears soaked his hair and dripped down, unable to hide his grief:

"Master said that after feathering and ascension, you may find what you want"

what we want?

Xie Qi's expression remained indifferent, but his eyes flickered slightly, and he thought.

What does he want?

He wants your brothers to be reborn from the dead!

feather, feather

'What do we want after feathering ascension? Is what he said true, or is he trying to trick me into flying with the seventh brother to avoid conflict with his old apprentice’

Thoughts flashed in Hei Wuchang's mind, he never shy of thinking about everyone and everything with the greatest malice.

Even though the power of the Tai Chi Taoist at the last moment has surpassed the destiny, and even the former ruler, he does not think that he is really omniscient.

Throughout the ages, no one has known what he will face after ascension, how can he know?

It is more likely to lie to them to soar, so as not to threaten his old apprentice with gray beard and hair.

But at this time, there is no possibility of studying it.

He cut off the distracting thoughts in his heart, and looked at the yellow dog with a hint of pity in his eyes:

"Your master is gone. From now on, just stay in Netherworld."

"Master, he is not dead!"

The yellow dog suddenly looked up, and there seemed to be flames burning in the eyes with tears:

"Master, Master will not die!"

Saying that, the yellow dog spread out his palm, and a long strand of hair was tightly clasped in its claws, and the breeze blew through it, and it floated with it.

a hair

"Master, master tell me, he will definitely come back"

The yellow dog's red eyes looked at the hair in his paws, and added:

"Master, he will definitely come back, he promised me"

The yellow dog muttered to himself, and his heart gradually became firm, the master will not lie to me.

'He just doesn't want you to die'

Black Impermanence shook his head.

He was extremely sensitive to death energy, how could he not see that this yellow dog was already determined to die? If it wasn't for this hair strand, it would have been at the moment when An Qisheng had broken his body.

I've already rushed into the sea of ​​thunder and begged to die.

Time seems to erase everything.

No matter you are a peerless beauty, an unparalleled genius, a saint who is respected by the world, you can't resist the scouring of the long river of history.

Time has flown, and it has been three hundred years in a flash.

The once earth-shattering battle seems to be forgotten by the world as the years change.

From the sunset to the moon, the wind blows and the clouds flow, nothing thrilling, and some are just plain as water.

The sky was blue and the wind was blowing lightly, and the white clouds floated on the river, leisurely and peacefully.

woohoo~

A long whistle resounded through the wilderness.

A car was galloping fast on a straight or curved road, and the gust of wind blew the grass and trees on both sides.

In a box somewhere in the car, Sa Wuling was sitting by the window, watching the grass and trees retreating rapidly outside, a trace of disappointment flashed in his heart.

Three hundred years is not a short time.

One after another has reached five continents, passing through thousands of mountains and rivers, and even the footprints of human beings have spread over the four seas along with the giant steel ships.

With the disappearance of heaven and earth and the closure of the ghost, the world has not even been born again, and the population is dozens of times more than three hundred years ago.

Not only the Central Continent, but the other four continents, there are also individual human kingdoms established under the support of Qin Tianjian.

The world is prosperous and prosperous, like cooking oil on fire.

In the past 100,000 years, there is no grand occasion like it is today.

"Teacher, is the world today as you wish?"

Sa Wuling stroked his beard with his hands, and his eyes were faint, with nostalgia.

In the past three hundred years, he has traveled all over the world. He once went deep into the end of the Arctic glaciers, and looked at the aurora at the end of the world.

More step into the sky, cross the starry sky by boat, and walk past the stars.

However, even though he has reached the end of the pure one, he can set foot on the destiny at any time, which is enough to match the teacher of three hundred years ago, but he still cannot find the trace of the teacher.

It seems that everything has completely disappeared with the disappearance of the picture scroll of Conferred God.

"It's here! It's here! I saw the Taiji Mountain Tianshi Mansion!"

"Yeah! Really! I saw it too!"

"A lot, a lot of people, there are people up and down the mountain!"

At this time, there were bursts of exclamations from the carriage, and the youthful scholars lay on the windows and looked into the distance.

Sa Wuling raised his eyebrows and looked.

The mountains in the distance are towering, and the palaces on the top of the mountain stretch for dozens of miles. At this moment, there are countless pilgrims both on and off the mountain.

"Tai Chi Mountain"

While Sa Wuling was talking to himself, a long and high-pitched steam sound had already cut through the sky, A car, arrived at the station.

The crowd swarmed out and it was very lively.

Sa Wuling walked behind the crowd, but did not follow the crowd to the Tai Chi mountains, but walked out of the crowd and walked on the straight official road.

Today's Liangzhou is no longer comparable to the past. After 390 years of development, Liangzhou has become the most coveted state in Daqing, and even in the minds of many people, it is more than Qingzhou, where the capital of Qingqing is located. more sacred place.

Even though it was almost dusk and the sun was about to set, this official road was full of traffic and crowds, and the ten-foot-wide official road seemed a little crowded.

"A copy of the latest newspaper? A few days ago, Jin Shang, who had been in power for 300 years, announced his abdication. This newspaper has the most detailed information."

There are many nearby businesses hawking, and the one that attracts the most attention is the waving newspaper of a shouting young man.

"Ok?"

Sa Wuling bought a copy and read it as he walked. The above is indeed the emperor's abdication, and it is also a special book for the former emperor.

It is said that he returned power to the people, perfectly adhering to the will of the previous emperor, and has never been hereditary.

"But I forgot"

Sa Wuling couldn't help but smile.

He was eager to trace the traces of his teacher, but he forgot about Wang Ei. Now that he counts, this tyrannical man has been an emperor for three hundred years?

But he didn't care too much, and put away the newspaper.

At this time, the sun has completely set, and darkness has come. This place is far from the bustling place, but there are no pedestrians.

The rising silver moon swayed like water and moonlight, spreading across this old mass grave, which was extremely cold.

Vaguely, you can still see the Yizhuang that is extremely dilapidated in the mass grave.

Goodbye to this Yizhuang, even though Isa Wuling's mood is a little sour.

This is the place where he once met his teacher.

He had a hunch that if he couldn't find the teacher's trace here, he would never have the chance to see the teacher again in this lifetime.

huh~

Sa Wuling stepped out and entered the ruins of Yizhuang.

Three hundred years have passed, and the disrepaired Yizhuang has long since collapsed. Everything inside has rotted away, and the only wooden house is crumbling in the night wind.

It seems that it will collapse in the next moment, but it has a kind of immobile meaning.

woohoo~

There seemed to be a whimpering sound like a ghost crying between the broken walls.

"Old dog."

Sa Wuling's eyes were soft, and he called out softly.

The sound of 'wuwu' was not the sound of ghost crying, but the yellow dog crawling in the ruins, whimpering lowly.

Three hundred years of wind and rain, the reason why the wooden house did not collapse was not because of how tough it was, but because the yellow dog was always lying in the wooden house.

The yellow dog was crawling in the dust, and between the curled body, a strand of hair fluttered in the wind.

"Old Man Sa"

The yellow dog didn't lift his head, and replied weakly:

"Call me Emperor Gou, this is the name given to me by the master"

hum~

At this moment, a soft humming sound sounded.

The yellow dog jumped up suddenly, just about to scream, but I don't know what I remembered, but it became cautious again~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I saw that the original strand of hair that was inserted into the ground seemed to sense something, It seems that the savings have arrived, and suddenly there is a glimmer of light.

Then, the light split into two, and fell into the body of one person and one dog.

huh~

Sa Wuling's clothes moved without the wind.

He closed his eyes slightly, and in a trance, a familiar voice seemed to flow into his heart from nothingness.

It seems like a moment, but it seems like a long time.

Sa Wuling slowly opened his eyes, just as he saw that the yellow dog, who was full of energy, swept away the weak attitude before, jumped into the sky, and let out a high-pitched, long, long-lasting howl at the moon:

"Ow~"

A dim light flickered in his eyes, and Sa Wuling lowered his eyes, as if talking to himself, as if doubting:

"Sorrows"