Chapter 1655

The world is dotted with stars. In the starry sky, a figure in plain clothes is marching forward. The whole body is illusory. Time is running out.

"Friend, the next thing is up to you."

Exhausted voice from the starry sky to Pluto's ear, and then, Zhiming away, disappeared at the end of the starry sky.

In the immortal realm, the underworld is silent. A moment later, the twelve wings of sin behind him shake and fly to small worlds.

The killing begins.

"Hades!"

In a small world, two saints were shocked when they saw someone coming.

The underworld raised his hand, the waves were like waves, the thunder covered all around, the terrible magic power swept away, and devoured the whole small world.

One small world after another, the underworld himself killed all the saints, and restored the road rules to the beginning.

With the fall of one sage after another, drastic changes are also taking place in the world, with waves sweeping thousands of miles.

Destruction and regeneration, not broken, not stand, after the human catastrophe, all return to calm.

In front of the huge temple, black feathers are flying all over the sky, and Pluto returns.

After experiencing the samsara of life and death, the creator God is also tired, returns to the God and sleeps forever.

With the fall of the gods, the eighth heaven began to collapse, the turbulence of time swept, and the laws scattered.

Time turbulence, Zhiming step forward, step by step toward the jiuchongtian.

At the last moment of his life, Zhiming kept his promise and responsibility in mind and went to jiuchongtian to find the soul of his dead wife.

Jiuchongtian, a world of pure dirt, is full of dense ups and downs, and the sun shines brightly, just like a real fairyland, beautiful and intoxicating.

However, since ancient times, very few people can enter the Ninth Heaven, because the Ninth Heaven is not for living beings.

When the heaven and the earth begin to open, the pure rise, and the turbid sink. All creatures with physical bodies will be attracted by the great world, unable to reach the legendary jiuchongtian.

The last heavy day away from the big world is far away. I don't know how many days I have gone, how many time and space I have crossed, and finally I come to this legendary world.

When he came to jiuchongtian, Zhiming seemed to have exhausted his little strength. His figure loomed and his face became more and more tired.

"Xinyu."

Ning Chen looks at the dense ups and downs of the nine heavy sky, softly calls a way.

The Phoenix Fire rises, the Phoenix calls the world, in the flames, an ice coffin appears, in the ice coffin, a beautiful woman lies there, three souls lack one, unconscious.

Xinyu body appears, nine heavy sky, law stirring, endless years, the first wave.

The human body should not have appeared in the Ninth Heaven, causing the clouds to change color. In the stirring dense, a touch of illusory shadow appeared.

The vague shadow is so familiar, speechless and speechless.

Ning Chen looks at the empty shadow of the sky, a smile of gratification appears on his face.

Two people look at each other, this moment, but no one has opened his mouth, only a little tears, silent slide.

Silent tears, invisible tears, after the slide, the spirit of Xinyu dissipated, and disappeared into the body.

"I wish you happiness and well-being in your future life."

Ning Chen raises his hand, obliterates the memory of Xinyu, and immediately claps the ice coffin, sending the ice coffin into the world.

Ice coffin like a meteor across, fell into the world.

Finish the last thing, Ning Chen spirit gradually dissipated, into the nine days.

Boom!

Suddenly, nine heavy sky, thunder, rain and fall.

"Friends, when you wake up, Zhiming has left. In a world without Zhiming, the sun will still rise and the moon will still be full. However, in a world without peace, relatives and friends will live and die. Who can bear it? Zhiming, Zhiming."

The heavy rain falls from jiuchongtian to the world. When the heavy rain comes, the withered grass will spring and the residual flowers will bloom again.

"Immortal."

In Xianyu, xiaohulu looks at the heavy rain in the sky, and tears are falling in her big eyes.

"High priest."

In the ancient land of worshipping the moon, one of the people worshipping the moon looked at the rain of life coming from the sky and felt very sad.

"To the high priest!"

In front of thousands of people worshiping the moon, an old woman with pale hair trembled on her knees and said with grief.

"To the high priest!"

Thousands of worshippers knelt down and said sadly.

The world inherits the rain, all things spring, and the dead live in peace.

One hundred years later, a seven-year-old boy in ciguang sword Pavilion, Shenzhou, learned to use the sword in the snow. His face was cold and his sword power was extraordinary.

On the children's sword, the landscape becomes a painting, and the river turns into ink. It's amazing and shocking.

At the same time, on the Zhongzhou side, a child in purple shot down the stars with one arrow, which shocked the family.

In Foshan, the hometown of the West Buddha, a little girl who likes to wear a red dress pulled out the beard of the naughty Lord of the earth Buddha, which made several elders very frightened.

Also, I don't know where, the little girl who likes to use a knife, barefoot, went to wolf ridge alone, and didn't return for ten days.One epoch-making genius after another appeared together in this generation. After the rain of vitality, the golden age came.

As time goes by, in Shenzhou, the site of the imperial city of the great Xia Dynasty, on the tomb of the eldest grandson outside the Imperial City, a small white flower is in full bloom, pure and flawless, just like the purest snow lotus, beautiful and blasphemous.

"What's that?"

In the distance, a little girl who likes to wear white clothes was surprised to see the little white flowers on the big tomb.

"Diamond flower."

Around the little girl, a little boy in White said, urging, "younger martial sister, let's go quickly, master is still waiting for us."

The little girl nodded and quickly followed up. Before she left, she finally took a look at the little white flower on the big tomb. Her face was full of doubts.

Isn't rhombic crystal flower only in the coldest place? Why is there one here?

Breeze blowing, small white flowers, a touch of vermilion looming, as if waiting for someone, such as thousands of years.

Thousands of years passed, and the world ushered in the most glorious world. The little girl in Foshan broke the void and became a Buddha.

The little boy who shot down the stars in Zhongzhou shot a hole in the sky with one arrow and went away laughing.

There are also China, the northern polar region, the primitive land, Tianwaitian, a proud son of heaven, who broke through time and space and lifted up the clouds.

"Ghost."

Xianyu, in front of Xiandian, a woman in Green said.

"Well?"

A four or five-year-old answered.

"Did you work hard today?"

The woman in green asked again. She had white hair and the vicissitudes of life were like snow.

"Work hard."

The child nodded and said, "aunt Qing, when will dad come back?"

"Soon."

Looking into the distance, the woman with white hair in Green said softly, "soon."

(end of the book!)

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