There are a huge black soul banner on the Fengshentai in eight directions, each with five-colored gems, and it slowly shines with light, like a thirsty eye opening.

The Jade Emperor slowly walked up from the jade steps. As soon as he stepped onto the table, his entire body suddenly trembled. The ground paved with white jade was as gentle as a girl's fair face, but it seemed like a stone was thrown. Circles of rust-green ripples emerged from the Jade Emperor's feet.

The Jade Emperor looked down at the ripples, his eyes were extremely complicated, and there was a hint of disgust in nine-point awe. He placed Yang Jian in the center of the Fengshen Platform, his movements were gentle as if he placed a baby in a cradle.

Taking a step back, he looked at Yang Jian's expression and sighed unexpectedly: "Jian'er, I originally wanted you to leave in the dream with your friends and ignorantly. But you insisted on showing off and refused to accept my great favor."

As he said, around the Fengshen Tower, the milky fog curtain began to roll and wriggle, squeezed out drops of dirty water bubbles. The bubbles condensed into each other and quickly gathered, twisting and vaguely forming a vague body. Something also slowly oozed out in the center of the Shentan Tower, like fog but not fog, and the yin and cold eroded bones. However, because the Jade Emperor was approaching, the fog-like object seemed to know how to fear and did not dare to directly over Yang Jian's body.

Even so, the cold air on the fog was enough to make him feel like he was trapped in an ice swamp. But the coldness under his body, and the inner breath in his body was boiling and stirring like a rolling flame. Yang Jian gritted his teeth and endured it, looked at the Jade Emperor calmly, and smiled and said, "This is the death place that Your Majesty has painstakingly arranged for Yang Jian. How dare Yang Jian not come?"

Outside the Fengshen Tower, the dark wind was blowing, and the black soul banner floated like the broken wings of a vulture in the resentment. Countless bodies were crowded outside the tower, but were blocked by invisible forces and could not enter. The broken bodies squeezed each other, the broken limbs and arms were waving wildly, and the black mouth was cracked, and a silent roar came from between the white teeth.

"Look at them, these evil deeds from the beginning of time have been led by the numerous killings and poached in the battle of the Gods. Although they were trapped in this state of nothingness by the great god Fuxi's god's magic platform. However, they were full of evil spirits, gathered but did not disperse, and leaked into a tower. Sooner or later, the foundation of the three realms will be eroded and destroyed. But..."

The Jade Emperor suddenly smiled. He glanced at the outside of the Fengshen Platform, with a bit of childish joke in his eyes, "But fortunately, my nephew, Jian'er, you killed people on the Fengshen battlefield, and the judicial gods are even more domineering in the court and the country, framed loyalty and kindness, which makes the evil cause you planted in this violent aura."

His left hand stretched out from the wide rolling golden sleeves, gently wiped away the sweat dripping from Yang Jian's forehead, and sighed softly, "The huge problem that has troubled me for many years, and now it can finally be solved. Jian'er, don't blame me, do you know, before the great god Fuxi left, I used to pass by me, and it doesn't matter whether I understand it or not. But the six paths have been flowing and transforming into thousands of people, and the most important thing is the word love, great love, no self, and achieve great love..."

At this point, the Jade Emperor always smiled, and instantly felt unwillingness and worries. However, he turned to Yang Jian and returned to his original calmness and calmness: "The five poisons of love, hate, greed, anger, and ignorance are woven into the roots of life, entangled and cause and effect. I have watched it for countless years, and whether it is used as a pastime or to experience it in reality, I still can't understand what I can't understand."

Stopped on Yang Jian's divine eyes, a faint golden light radiated, "Jian'er, do you know that if you hadn't been strong and recovered, I would never be so heartless. I would have thought of using your flesh and blood to eliminate the evil causes and consequences shared by all living beings in the three realms. My divine power comes from the founder Pangu, and I want to protect this incomplete world. Then, I can only let your blood and soul become the last sacrifice to protect and eliminate the common evil karma for all living beings in the three realms. Perhaps, this is the fate of the inheritor? Since the God King Fuxi killed his creator, all inheritors of the transformation must bear..."

A golden light poured into the divine eyes part by bit, arousing the silver light in the divine eyes. Yang Jian's body twitched, and blood blew out of his mouth, but he just listened calmly, without seeing any shock and anger, his eyes crossed the Jade Emperor and landed in the extremely far air, and even brought some peace before he was relieved.

All the actions in my life are on this high platform, so I can really do it. Good and evil have a cause, and the consequences will appear. Didn’t you understand the moment you became the God of Judicial God?

The Jade Emperor looked at his expression carefully and sighed, "You are my only nephew, but I want to give you a more violent punishment than dispelling your soul. If you dispel your soul, you can recover it with great magical power. Otherwise, you will use the divine power of the artifact to reverse time and space, and force the cause and effect to increase the vitality of those who will die. However, only those you will suffer will have no chance to reverse, and there will be no chance to make people regret it. Jian'er, is your determination... the selfless love of the God King?"

There was a little curiosity in his eyes, but that curiosity was also cold, because his creator did not give him any unnecessary actions of all emotions in this world. Even the so-called great love was just a mission that must be accomplished when he came.

Therefore, without much hesitation, the finger pressed on the divine eyes began to slowly draw down. Wherever the light gold nails passed, the golden light gathered into a jumping divine fire, which was deeply engraved into the divine eyes with silver light. When the fingers scratched the end of the divine eyes, there was only a cracked scorch that sank between the eyebrows of the former judicial god.

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Silver light slowly radiated from the scorched marks, like a dream bubble, ethereal but unreal. It approached the Jade Emperor's fingers that were retracted, but was forced to scatter back into the air by the golden light. "This is the natural magic power you inherited, Jian'er." The Jade Emperor's voice seemed to sigh, "It came from the creator of this world indirectly. Today, it can finally return to its original origin."

He was watching Yang Jian, the most powerful person is still fragile after all. Perhaps thousands of years later, there will be sporadic stories about this person in the dusty old paper pile, but the life that has existed has long passed away and cannot leave a trace.

The Jade Emperor rose to the air, with a grand crown and a solemn atmosphere, slowly retreating outside the Fengshentai. Outside the platform, the soul banner that had been dancing wildly in the cold wind suddenly stood in the air without moving. They no longer comforted those resentful evil spirits. The cause and effect from the beginning finally made the barriers of the Shentai lose the motivation to continue to persist.

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The chaotic body, the cold tooth blade, the roar of a frenzy, and the tide flowed towards Taichung like a tide, echoing the resentment that surged out of Taichung. For a moment, the cold wind whirled, and the sharpness was like a knife, but it was only circling around Yang Jian. As for the blood food that had been waiting for countless years, he only knew hunger, thirst and resentment, but he still had some concerns, but the silver light floating in the air was wrapped in black air and slowly disappeared and disintegrated.

The red silk that invaded the body of the God-Destroying Array began to surround the bloodline with the ubiquitous resentment of the Venerable God Platform, and wandered between the flesh and blood around the body.

Yang Jian lay quietly in the center of the Fengshen Platform. His face was still cold and there was a hint of sneer on the corners of his lips, but his body had lost all his vitality. Even such bone-broken pain could not make his stiff body tremble. Only those eyes that could not be seen through were still looking at the gloomy and resentful wind on the stage, just like facing the dusty house in those three years.

Outside the Fengshen Platform, huge soul banners on all sides were hanging softly, and only the black tassels were still shaking slightly. The Jade Emperor reached out and played with the black silk thread at will, just like the countless gains and losses he had played with. His eyes were on the Fengshen Platform, everything there had nothing to do with him, and the reason why he was still watching from afar was just because he was curious. As the supreme of heaven and earth, the seven emotions and six desires were just seasonings he deliberately imitated, but curiosity was beyond his control. If not, how could he be with the fate of living with the Three Realms?

The Fengshentai had a subtle change, like a girl who had just woken up, gently stretching her soft waist, tiptoing and rotating slowly, stepping on the dance steps. The extremely light and extremely harsh giggles came from the depths of the Fengshentai. The pure white and flawless floor tiles, columns, and carvings instantly rotted out dark green rust spots, and the rotten liquid couldn't wait to overflow. The base of the Fengshentai was made up of countless corpses, and the thick white bones were connected to each other, and the indelible resentment kept them firmly. Apart from greed, there was no power to revive them, and now, they had smelled the smell of blood.

On the body that had become dry and thin again, countless red silks burst into the skin and suddenly appeared. Drops of full blood were blooming from the wounds pierced by the silk. Soon, the mysterious clothes were wet with blood and stuck to the body in a tide, just like countless sultry thunderstorms, cold sweat wet all over the body. The broken window paper will send some sunlight in the morning and dusk, and at night, the clear light at night is never touched. I always open my eyes like this, from day to night, calculating the length of time alone. All people and things are like passing clouds, and my heart is so tired that it will never hurt again.

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The blood flowed into his eyes, and his eyes also felt ache. Yang Jian was shocked and moved his eyes to the twisted god platform. The incomplete body became even more strange and deformed. The ragged armor was hanging in the east and west in the mist. Between the stern finger bones, there were still rusty swords and halberds, but they were shaking like falling but not falling.

I just didn't dare to go forward, and my eyes were still open. Such calmness and distantness were the only remaining karma of hatred and resentment, and I was also instinctively afraid.

The appearance is created by the mind, and the mind has not changed with the appearance. How can all karma be added to the body?

Yang Jian suddenly had a faint smile on his pale face, as if he knew everything he saw. His body was getting colder and colder, but life and death were at his own level, even if it was a place of death, the last path was still in his own control. Just because good and evil were nothing more than a strong delusion, the mind was still unmoved, and all appearances were naturally unmoved.

When the last drop of blood flows out in his broken body, everything will end. He is just dead and his soul is scattered, but it is not a powerless sacrifice on the stage. Doing or not, just like these three thousand years, is still the same, only he himself can make a choice.

In the fog, there was a whimpering cry, and the whiteness flashed in the broken soldiers. It seemed that an old man was tremblingly leaning on the door to watch, it seemed that a beautiful wife with no intention of making up, biting her hair and crying for her heart. There was also a child who was learning to speak, crying and asking for her parents in the fog. The evil karma in the beginning was connected with each other, and the tragedy of many families was broken and the desolation of many wives and children was separated, and the desolation of the separation of wives and children was condensed in the fog, crying silently, the misery was deep and the hatred was deep.

Evil karma and sin are his part, and he doesn't want to escape or give in. However, he still wants to continue watching. The heaviest original sin in his life is the face of his father and brother, the colorful flower rain in his memory, and the tender child voice of his third sister. In addition, he has no regrets in his actions, and no matter how many evil karma he has, he can face it calmly.

Life is suffering, thoughts are delusional, no matter how tired the mind is, it will never retreat, and will not be at the mercy of others to repent of the behavior of this life.

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"On that day, I raised all my magic power. I wanted to rush to the Fengshen Platform and destroy the sky, this place, and that dead thing. But..." Chenxiang's voice did not fluctuate at all, but conveyed a clear self-deprecation. "When I lifted the magic power, I didn't know where to hit it. I flowed around unconsciously, but I found..."

His eyes moved down and looked at Yu gently, "The magic power penetrated into the wounded eyes, and the environment changed at will. All the birth of the past can be reflected one by one in my left eye. I saw my uncle by the lake, the tragic situation when the Buzhou mountain collapsed, and also saw... the mountain you first met..."

“Agarwood…”

"I looked around in a daze, and my magic power dissipated. In front of my left eye, there was another fog of hatred and resentment, which was even better than the Gods of the Infinite Gods. My uncle's peace and violent anger were intertwined in such a chaotic manner. I just felt that I was about to die, but I could not do anything like this bystander..."

"But at this moment, a slight red flash suddenly appeared in the misty mist."

"Slightly red?"

"Yes, the Jade Emperor outside the Fengshen Platform was thoughtful, then sighed softly and said in a low voice: "I understand you. It's not that I'm afraid of being unwilling to accept it. You just want me to know that even if you do it or not, it will always be with you. Jian'er, it's a pity that although I miss the warmth, you can't let go of it. I can't let go of the responsibility that has been tired of you for the rest of your life." After that, he slowly raised his sleeves and whispered it. A beautiful peach blossom bloomed in the fog on the platform, bright and bright, as if it was still stained with the fresh dew of early spring..."

"Uncle... saw it too?"

"Yes. He looked at the petals on the branches, smiled, and then... slowly closed his eyes."

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All karma has been done, and all things have been accomplished.

The sins between heaven and earth are calmed down by this person's flesh and blood. They have nothing to do with good or evil, but just their habits, just the responsibility and persistence that they refuse to let go.

You can choose not to do it, but the consequences are to be borne by everyone he guards. The three realms will never exist in the future, and sentient beings will return to Hongming. The belief that you have been attached to throughout your life will become a dream of empty flowers, and it will be thrown into nothingness in vain.
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