The nameless image is an artifact.

The prayers of sentient beings are named after them, and they will become true.

The man with the sword stood up, his body turned from illusion to entity, and the reliefs on the beast's face on the armor were clearly visible.

The circling dragon dissipated its scales, and the figure of the horizontal flute was under the maple leaf forest presented by the red scales. His robe was replaced by silver-white flowing water, and the moonlight flowed around the edge of the sleeves. Jianyuechuan's attachment, it acted as a robes, blocking Li Xi'an's terrifying sword edge from Chunyang Fuyou.

The sound of the flute starts.

The statue of God!

The towering god statue is like a mountain, trampling on the waves, reaching the sky. It hangs upside down with a wide and thick sword, and the ancient text on the sword lights up.

But Chun Yang Fuyou suddenly laughed.

"It's rare!"

"You actually let me see the shadows of two old friends!"

He drove his sword to make an arc, creating a perfect circle, and the hot light burst out, as if he had drawn a sun with his own hands! At the same time, his figure was disappearing, and the floating white flying all over the sky, like the white snow in early spring and the cherry trees in late spring, falling down, scattering on the broken ridge of the ruins of the continent, and in the cracks in the abyss, more fell on the sea surface and melted in an instant.

"After this sword, if you are not dead, what if you give this Pure Yang to you!"

A huge phantom as white as sun appeared behind him, sitting upright and not getting up.

Just a moment.

The world is empty and silent.

That is the unshakable Dharma image, the true form of the self!

The sword falls.

The battlefield of gods and demons, the wind and snow in the sky were shattered in an instant.

When the light arrives, everything disappears!

In the hands of the precious gold-hanging crown, the upside-down sword fell like a natural chasm, which divided the infinite light that was ushered in. In the eyes of the slut and the ice phoenix, the sky and the earth only have a color of blazing white. The only dimness is the towering statue of god, which faces the light, so it leaves a shadow.

The hanging sword fell very slowly, but it had a huge force, but at this moment, it could no longer move.

Because the blazing sun is ahead!

Chun Yang Fuyou shook his head.

The surface of the statue gradually melted under the light, and it could not be resisted.

Li Xi'an's movements were almost synchronized with the statue. The surface of his skin was burned, and his blood vessels were squeezed and burst, gushing out of the wound. This was the result of Jianyuechuan's blessing. If it weren't, he could hardly imagine how to face this light.

It is called the Unshakable One, and it is called the Light of Chunyang Fuyou.

"boom--!"

The beam of light rushed upwards, and the entire statue of the god was stripped away from half of its body.

This is a desperate scene.

The huge white phantom behind Chun Yang Fuyou stood up. It picked up the sword and stood up high, with its eyes as if it was level with the stars, overlooking the entire world.

"Cut." The phantom said.

The huge sword body was swung up, and its power was revealed!

This is Jiuzhou. If it is placed in the remaining small realms, this power will indeed be enough to destroy all things and dig the world. The earth fell, with the sword as its direction, and the terrifying narrow abyss extending into the distance, almost dividing the entire Indian into two.

Yuan Luo’s sword is one hundred thousand miles away!

But the sword never fell.

A palm made of ice jade lifted the sword body.

The illusory shadow carrying a thousand hands faced the white sword-holding shadow. On the horizontal bridge, the roar of a cow gradually approached, and a chariot stopped in the center of the horizontal bridge. The curtain was held open by his hands, revealing a vague face. The only clear thing was the delicate jade hairpin behind her head.

"The young man." She said slowly.

"Creation and cause and effect, the first encounter is a farewell. When the cause and condition meet, the reward should be as good as before."

The people in the chariot clearly did not move any other things, but Li Xi'an felt that the other party raised his eyes and looked at him.

Chun Yang Fuyou, who was shrouded in the light, also stopped moving, and he looked at the figure in the chariot.

"Long time no see, Yuchai Shunde." He said.

"I know you will definitely come back, so the Lotus of Creation will definitely follow the younger generation back to Jiuzhou." The voice replied lazily.

"Since it's you, there should be a palm in the sky." Chun Yang Fuyou looked at the sky, where there should be a jade hand covering the sky, but at this moment, it was empty and there was nothing.

"It's gone." The figure shook his head.

Her palm was tilted towards the sky, "It shouldn't be the hands of us old guys, it should be the sword of the present world."

The Jade Hand of Creation, the palm of heaven, the palm of earth, the palm of heaven is facing death, the earth is facing life. At this moment, the palm of earth is holding up the sword of Chunyang Fuyou's Dharma Image, bringing vitality. After the words were finished, the golden glow flowed, and the statue of the hanging sword stood! The sword that was not enough to advance was smashed and broke through the light. Chunyang Fuyou chuckled. His figure disappeared under the giant sword, and the ruins where he stood were completely annihilated, bursting out endless fire!

When the last ray of white light went out, the Chunyang sword fell straight and fell into the ruins with a clang.

Li Xi'an lowered his eyebrows. He was the god, and he brought death.

This is a complete jade hand of fortune.

Even if they were walking with Tianguan, Yuchai Shunde did not have such power. If there was a time, it was the time when they first met, on the Yellow River, the bridge of the dragon-slaying bridge.

Is this...initially?

He looked back and looked at the cross bridge.

He still remembers what the voice in the chariot said.

The cause and effect of fate is the first encounter, and the first encounter is a farewell. When the cause and condition meet, the reward should be as good as before. Is this what it means? At this moment, Yuchai Shunde was the first, not the ancestor who had experienced that period of time.

"Young people, can you go up the bridge?"

From the moment he stepped onto the cross bridge, the charred blackness on Li Xi'an's body faded, and the blood flowed dried up and stopped.

Until he walked into the chariot.

The giant beast pulling the cart suddenly sniffed at him.

This giant beast looks like a cow or a dragon, covered with black scales, and a sharp horn grows on its hideous huge head. He is very familiar with it, the ancient demon emperor who pulled the car for Yuchai Shunde on the bridge.

The giant beast is already dead.

Death in the Heavenly Temple.

But it stood in front of Li Xi'an completely, with disdain on its hideous face.

In the same situation at different moments, Li Xi'an actually laughed a little.

But the next scene followed, Li Xi'an couldn't laugh. The figure in the chariot took off his jade hairpin, his long hair fell, and suddenly it seemed like a heavy snow was falling.

Then, she handed over the jade hairpin.

Ruyu's white palm was casually placed on the window ridge of the chariot, and her slender fingers gently pinched the jade hairpin. Li Xi'an had never observed the jade hairpin behind Shunde's head at such a close distance. The material was like white jade and twisted like branches. The tail end of the phoenix pattern should have been carved is empty, with only a few flowing clouds and stamens.

"Youngsheng, take it."

Li Xi'an looked up and looked at the eyes raised from the chariot.

The eyebrows and eyes drooped slightly, covering half of the ice blue.

"I have never told you where the jade hairpin comes from. Its texture is Kunlun jade, and its name is... the Changsheng Hair."

"It's still the end of the past," she said softly.

Before Li Xi'an could respond, the gentle and delicate touch fell on Li Xi'an's palm. The jade hairpin fell down, but the hand holding it disappeared.
Chapter completed!