Chapter 42： The end

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There was a pile of firewood on the empty field, and the priest in the village slowly poured the torch down and lit the largest pile of firewood. On the firewood, there were fragments of broken limbs, and the elegant and delicate man's face was still clear, as if he was still alive. Yan Dan tried his best not to avoid looking away, and looked at that face carefully. Nan Zhao's eyebrows were indeed very similar to him.

It's just that these are all in vain to make people sad.

Life and death was originally a necessary part of the cycle of heaven and earth, but she still couldn't see through it.

"This story is nine years ago, a pair of sisters, three close friends. Later, a strange quack came in, and the younger sister abandoned the tribe and the quack and left. And the sister also longed for that person in her heart, as she Knowing that they were going to flee here, they killed the gangster and hid them in the room. Later, the eldest daughter of the sister discovered the secret in her mother's room and became like her mother." Liu Weiyang said in a low voice, "and the younger sister brought her. The child, who was only six years old, left, and was finally found by her people. She knew that her husband was not in the world at that time, so she slammed herself on the sword and told her to take revenge before her death."

He paused, and then said: "In fact, everyone has evil thoughts in their hearts. When they can't be suppressed, this evil thought becomes a demon."

Yan Dan heard the cold hair standing upright, and interrupted him hurriedly: "Enough, stop talking!"

Liu Weiyang's eyes were calm and he looked ahead: "Here."

Yan Dan looked at it intently and saw a slender figure slowly coming out of the shadows. The light lake-colored ice silk shirt was shining slightly under the firelight, and the gold thread on the cuffs was even more brilliant. The man's footsteps were shattered, like a beautiful woman walking slowly in the quiet courtyard, his skirt swaying slightly. But that person's head has been kept low, buried in the night, not real.

Yan Dan only felt that his throat was dry, and it took a long time to reach out and grab Yu Mo's sleeves, his teeth trembled, "Let's... hurry up, it's nothing good."

Yu Mo stretched out his hand to embrace her shoulder, and said softly, "Okay, let's go now." Even though he said that, he couldn't take this step.

Just listen to a sudden chuckle in the cool breeze, the voice of the person is soft, as if he is acting like a baby with his beloved: "So you are here, I finally found you..." I saw a flash of light lake-colored clothes , The man had snatched the middle, carefully took out a severed limb from the crackling firewood, and hugged it in his arms.

"Nan Zhao! Nan Zhao, what's the matter with you?" A girl's crisp voice suddenly sounded, and Shuixian squeezed out of the crowd, yelling eagerly, "Nan Zhao, why are you dressed like this?"

When she got close, someone reacted and shouted, "Come back, don't go over!"

Shuixian ran to the boy and pulled his sleeves, tears falling down: "Nan Zhao, why did you ignore me? You talk, why did you become like this?"

Almost at the moment of the electric flint, an unopened point of the sword pierced through the back of the water cat. The voice that Yan Dan had heard in Fuyun Temple, as if pinching his throat, said: "I said, you can't go into a coffin after you die, your souls will be scattered, and you will never live beyond your life! Your children will end up like I am today!"

Nan Zhao's face was gloomy, and peace was completely different.

Yan Dan murmured: "So this is the heart demon... This boy is no longer Nan Zhao."

Shuixian opened his eyes wide, trying to stretch out his hand to hug him, and cried out: "Nan Zhao, you wake up quickly... Have you forgotten? Tomorrow is your birthday, we agreed to spend it together ......" She paled with pain, gasping and struggling to hug the boy, but luckily she finally touched him.

In the cool night breeze, Nan Zhao stood still, his face still blank, but he reached out and hugged the water. This pair of Luo Yue people hugged each other, separated from life and death.

This was also the night Yan Dan spent, the hardest to forget, and the least willing to remember.

The wind that night was very cold, and it was as cold as nine cold days.

When the sun rose the next day, they were already nearly twenty miles away from Luoyue Village.

Yan Dan looked back and couldn't see the village anymore, and he let out a long sigh: "How long will it take to reach the end of the devil?"

Palace Master Liu's silence is golden as always.

Yan Dan turned around and looked at him with a smile: "You really don't tell me?" She patted her sleeves, squeezed her throat and spoke with accent, "Mr Liu, my heart, my liver, my baby..."

Liu Weiyang shook, and hurriedly replied, "It's coming soon, it won't be dark."

"Then the second question, when you remember the past, how can you repay us?"

Liu Weiyang glanced at her blankly. Yan Dan shivered with coldness, but she held on, and continued to pinch her voice tenderly: "Liu Gongzi, my heart is mine..."

"As long as I can do it, you can mention it."

Yan Dan turned his head back contentedly, and saw that Tang Zhou and Yu Moju looked at her with that kind of distraught expression. She touched her face and asked innocently, "Is there anything on my face?"

Yu Mo don't speak too much now.

Tang Zhou hesitated for a while, and asked in a low voice, "Did you have too much stimulation last night and caught the magic wind?"

Yan Dan was very distressed: "I said, brother, when you stay with me for such a long time, you can't stand a little joke, how can this work?"

As soon as her voice fell, she heard a loud bang from the front, a magnificent palace fell from the sky, and the mountains shook for a while, and the sky was full of dust. Yan Dan was staggered by the shock, and grabbed Tang Zhou's sleeves to stand firm.

I saw a white jade and amethyst plaque hanging on the palace in front of it, on which three characters were written: Yuntian Palace.

They have reached the end of the demon.

The owner of Yuntian Palace is the evil **** Xuanxiang.

The Western Cthulhu was originally arrogant and good at fighting, and Xuan Xiang was even a leader. Legend has it that he can be a 30,000 heavenly soldier. When Yan Dan was cultivating in the heavenly court, Zeng also gathered with the fairies and knocked his teeth. One of the things he talked about was how the evil **** Xuanxiang, who can be a 30,000 heavenly soldier, looked like.

A fairy boy eloquently described that His Royal Highness Xuanxiang was born with eyebrows trimming and flying diagonally. Between the two long eyebrows, there was a big eye like a copper bell. His eyes were sharp. He had two earlobe shoulders, four heads, eight legs, eighteen. With only one hand, the hand has a complete range of 18 weapons. In short, it can see six directions and listen to all directions. It has the advantages of growth, holding the country, multi-sounding and wide-sighted.

Yan Dan would naturally not believe it. When she thought about it, the old saying that people shouldn't look good still makes sense. It's too cold to be a good person to grow into this appearance.

Liu Weiyang seemed to take a deep breath, and stepped forward and pressed his hand on the handle of the bronze gate. He didn't see how he tried to force it. He only heard a long "squeak", the bronze gate slowly Slowly opened. Liu Weiyang walked slowly into the Yuntian Palace. There were three aisles in the left, middle and right at the outermost part of the palace, and he walked the rightmost aisle well and kept walking inward.

Not long after, Yan Dan realized that his eyes suddenly became empty, but they had come to an end. I saw many small holes were cut out on the top of the stone room, and light overflowed from the small holes, making a mottled mark on the ground.

Yu Mo looked up for a while, then whispered: "In the middle is Tianshu, outside is Ziweiyuan, canopy, emperor, queen, Beidou, and outside, there are twenty-eight stars. This Yuntian Palace should be arranged according to this astrology. It’s built. No wonder few people can get here."

Liu Weiyang held the jade flute, as if trying to restrain himself: "I've been here." He walked to the wall directly opposite, chanted a curse softly, and a firelight skyrocketed to reflect the mural on the wall. It's very clear.

The mural has faded a bit, and the color is dim, but you can still tell at a glance what is painted inside, it is a black dragon, the black dragon's eyes are amber, the scales are gleaming, vigorous and empty, very beautiful. Liu Weiyang walked two steps to the right, and the fire light also moved to the right. I saw that the black dragon on the second mural became more mighty, and the amber dragon eyes began to have a vicious atmosphere. When it came to the third wall, in addition to the black dragon, there was also a graceful fairy in the mural. She held the jade sword in her hand and slashed towards the black dragon.

Just listen to Liu Weiyang calmly saying: "The black dragon on this mural is the ancestor of the evil god, and the woman holding the sword is the goddess. The evil **** is inherently arrogant and annoys all the gods at that time. The ancestor of the evil **** finally died under the sword of Nuwa."

Yan Dan watched intently. The next mural was painted with a dying black dragon. It slowly closed its eyes and looked to the right. It was the first mural where the black dragon vacated. She couldn't help but asked, "How do I feel that this wall portrait is connected. The one on the left is the dead black dragon, but the one in front is reborn again."

Liu Weiyang nodded slightly: "That's almost what it means. These murals also speak of the cycle of life and death between heaven and earth." He just finished saying this, and only heard a click, the front mural suddenly separated from the middle, and there was a line in front of him. The long and spacious walkway stretches into the distance.

At the very top of the walkway, there is a white jade inlaid gold bench, and the steps below are covered with a whole piece of snow-white tiger skin.

Looking from a distance in this way, I saw a person sitting on that luxurious and luxurious bench.

Liu Weiyang squeezed the jade flute, but the flute couldn't stand his squeezing forcefully, cracked a few marks, and several pieces of broken jade fell off. His back is tall and straight, walking up the aisle step by step, cautiously and slowly every step. Nervous emotions spread easily, and Yan Dan didn't know how to breathe smoothly.

As he slowly got closer, the figure who was sitting improperly on the luxurious white jade inlaid gold bench became clearer. The man raised his hand to support his side face, leaned his elbow on the arm of the chair, and sat slantingly or even a little lazily. There was a thousand mountains and rivers between his eyebrows, and he carried three points without surprise. With a smile, watch them slowly approach.

Yan Dan had already seen the portrait of the evil **** Xuanxiang in the Luoyue clan, but now he knew that the portrait was in case he didn't paint his charm. Even though his eyebrows and Liu Weiyang's eyebrows are similar, they can still recognize the two at a glance. Liu Weiyang really wouldn't have his kind of ruthless, yet handsome and handsome attitude.

If the evil **** Xuanxiang is sitting on this bench, who is Liu Weiyang?

Yan Dan felt at a loss. If Liu Weiyang was not Xuanxiang, why did the previous blood sculptures have that strange reaction when they saw him? Why are the two people's eyebrows so similar?

I saw that the person sitting on the bench finally moved, but changed to a less dignified posture. He glanced over the bottom and said slowly: "You are finally here." When he saw Liu Weiyang, The look in his eyes paused slightly, still with a three-point smile, neither thick nor light: "The celestial pole purple emptiness Zhao Shengdijun, my tribe, my brother."

There are three Jiuchen emperors in the Nine Heavens. The first is Emperor Zhaodi Zixu, Emperor Yuanshi Changsheng and Emperor Qingli Yingyuan.

But the Zixu Emperor's luck was really bad, and the same Ji Du Xingjun went to the Yuntian Palace, and then died together with that Xuanxiang His Royal Highness. He died young, and even half of the corpse was not found in the capital.

At that time, the few fairy boys under his seat were blushing with tears, and forcibly pulled Yan Dan to cry and told them that the throne was a rare fairy monarch in the ages. Needless to say, they were graceful, rigorous and gentle, meticulous and gentle, thorough in the past and present. I don't know, I just scolded Tian jealously. Yan Dan glanced at Liu Weiyang quietly, forgetting the graceful demeanor, that gentle Xu didn't know where to look for, as for the meticulous and gentleness, he didn't even have a shadow.

However, Xuan Xiang seems to have just said that Emperor Zixu is his clan, his brother?

It is no wonder that the blood sculpture's reaction is so peculiar, and their eyebrows will be similar.

Could it be that during the battle of the immortals and demons, the two of them came together inside and outside, and Emperor Zixu was actually an ambush in the heavenly court? That was really pitiful, Mr. Jidu Xingjun, sandwiched in the middle to form a cushion. As for why the Yuntian Palace disappeared and the Demon Realm would be destroyed in the end, it was probably because Xuanxiang and Emperor Zixu divided the spoils unevenly. What kind of suspicion had arisen, and finally they killed each other?

Yan Dan's story was only halfway made up, and only heard Xuan Xiang say in a calm voice: "Lishu, I didn't expect to see you for a long time, you have become such an insignificant appearance."

Liu Weiyang had stabilized his breath and said calmly: "That's better than someone who doesn't even have the ability to reincarnate, and can only seal himself in Chumo."

Yan Dan was terrified.

Suddenly Xuan Xiang stood up and walked slowly two steps along the steps. There seemed to be thousands of mountains and rivers between his eyes: "During these thousand years, I have been waiting for someone to come. In order to get one thing." He stretched out his palms, and for a moment the light in the hall was dazzling: "I have repaired my soul and can directly reincarnate. As long as you can take my soul out of here, I would like to repair it all. In exchange with you, no one can be found in the sky and the earth to compare with you."

Liu Weiyang was silent for a while: "I just want to know what happened after I arrived at Yuntian Palace. Why did I lose this memory?"

"At that time, I unlocked the town seal of the Demon Realm. Everything here is about to die, and then the Hades appeared here out of thin air. The Jidu Xingjun said that he wanted to explore the ultimate mystery of the heavens and the earth inside, so you joined the Hades together Gong, as for the rest, I won’t see it anymore."

Yan Dan raised his hand to his chin, thinking in his heart, listening to their question and answer, the truth of the year was like the impatient life of His Royal Highness Xuanxiang, he ruined his own territory, Emperor Zixu and Ji After seeing the excitement, Jun Du Xing happened to see the Hades, which likes to float around. According to the legend, the Hades still carries the ultimate secret of the world. The two of them hit it off and went in together. Later, I don't know what happened again, Emperor Zixu lost his memory and became Liu Weiyang now.

Fortunately, the rumors in the heavenly court have always been about how the three of them fought a battle. It was simply a shock to the world, and finally they all ended up together. This is fundamentally contrary to the facts. Are those rumors just for fun?

Liu Weiyang slowly stretched out his hand: "I will help you bring your soul, don't worry."

Xuan Xiang smiled slowly, the smile was still three points, neither deep nor light: "Then, I will send you all out."

As soon as his voice fell, the surrounding scene twisted and turned, just like when he entered the magical state, he suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and there was a chaos in front of him, like the vast chaos before the opening of the world, without light, no vegetation, only endless darkness and powerlessness. I don't know where I am, but I can only let that mysterious force lead me. That force is completely irresistible.

After the chaos, Yan Dan opened his eyes and found that he was lying in front of a stone tablet, and the surrounding layout was very elegant, indeed, he had returned to the Palace of Gods.

The pot of tea on the low table was boiling, exuding bursts of tea fragrance.