Another day and another day, create a blue sky again!

The painting of the gods is like the sky and the sun, and the candle shines on the underworld. All the earth, mountains and rivers, and all the four seas and five continents cannot be seen.

In the depths of the sky, the dazzling stars that were trembling and about to fall seemed dim under the divine light, gradually disappeared, as if they had returned to peace.

The divine light bursting out from the God Array Picture was still spreading towards the depths of the starry sea with the blessing of infinite power, slowly and firmly, as if it was about to include the boundless starry sea in the picture scroll.

A huge disaster that is about to come dissipates invisibly.

The creatures in the world may be confused and unknown what happened, but Daqing, Zhonglu, all the mountain gods, land and river gods, couldn't help but bow down at this moment.

Like a pilgrimage, offer your own admiration.

This worship does not mean whether the supernatural powers are powerful, but thanks for saving the world.

"teacher......"

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

"You once said that the master has something to do, and the disciples are convinced of their efforts. Why don't the disciples do this..."

He sighed softly.

If possible, he had already soared into the sky to fight side by side with his teacher. Even if he died, the world was not decided.

That inspiration of heaven and earth was just expelled from the four seas and five continents, rather than actually disappearing.

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

For a moment, Sa Wuling felt silent in his heart.

Huh ~

On the Battle of the Gods Platform in Bingyang, Liansheng’s old Taoist sang indulge in love:

"There is no door for good and good, but only people call it. The reward of good and evil is like a shadow... Auspicious people talk about good, look at good, and do good. There are three good things in a day, and the heaven will bring blessings in three years. A bad person talks about evil, look at evil, and do evil, and there are three evils in one day, and the heaven will bring disasters in three years..."

The long song echoes like a song like a cry.

The old Taoist was crying, bowed a long time, and his sleeves were hanging down:

"The real person's skills are greater than the heavens, and he will definitely achieve great achievements in heaven!"

At this moment, everyone in the world was shocked. Even though it was black and white impermanence, a hint of awe could not help but arise in my heart.

But for the group of real people in the Netherworld interlayer, this feeling seems unbearable.

The moment when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was replaced by "Qi", the most sensitive one was naturally these primordial real people who could not sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and heaven and earth suddenly became the place where the Dharma-Ending Spirit was gone.

The group of real people of the souls couldn't help but change their qualities and magic weapons, and fled one by one.

In the mezzanine between the underworld and the human world, the spiritual energy is also disappearing, and is slowly and firmly replaced and expelled by the "qi". If you stay here for a long time, your life will be ruined once something goes wrong!

Of course, more importantly, the "Scroll of Life and Death" they peeked at is no longer in the underworld.

It is impossible to force yourself to enter the underworld.

For a moment, all the bystanders scattered, and even the old monk who was unwilling to accept it could only sigh and urge the boat to disappear into the gap.

Huh huh huh huh huh ~~~

The air flow blows, and the divine light dim.

Under the gaze of everyone, the painting of the gods covering the sky and the sun, like a sky covering everything, gradually faded while the stars disappeared until they disappeared into the void.

It is impossible to pursue and cannot be understood, it is like completely disappearing from the world.

It seemed that it was just an extreme time. The calmness had been restored to the sky. There was no divine light, no thunder sea, no white-clothed Taoist, no starry sky divine court, no picture scroll covering the sky like a curtain, and no heart-pounding terrifying oppression.

Everything seems to have never happened.

If it weren't for the entire Netherworld, it was still like a ruin.

He is dead??

At the head of the Netherworld City, Xie Qi was speechless. Even he could not sense the traces of the 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 disaster of destruction will no longer come.

My heart was a little empty for a moment.

For more than two thousand years, the only thing he cared about was this world-destroying disaster, and even he had already prepared for a burial disaster.

At this time, the disaster of destruction seemed to be eliminated invisible, but for some reason he felt a little empty in his heart.

Even, there was a hint of confusion.

I don't know where I will go.

"Brother Seven..."

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

"Mr., I'm not wrong about it..."

At this moment, even he had to admit that An Qisheng was really better than them, at least they were not sure that they could survive this disaster.

Not to mention, man is the heaven, and he has a noble intention to expel heaven and earth.

"Yes...I'm not as good as him."

Xie Qi nodded slightly and looked at the side of the altar with a blank expression, as if he was stupid:

"Have you ever said anything to you?"

Since An Qisheng broke his body, the yellow dog has been foolish and silent, as if it had been hit hard, and his spirit was extremely depressed.

"master......"

After hearing Xie Qi's question, Huang Gou felt his spirit floating down from a very far distance, and his tranced eyes moved, with a hint of vitality:

"Master, Master, he wants you to become a feather..."

This opening was as hoarse and low as the cuckoo's blood crying, making people feel sad and sad.

“Feeding?”

Hei Wuchang's eyes moved:

"What did Fellow Daoist An say?"

Even Hei Wuchang himself had never noticed it. Invisibly, the words An Qisheng might have left were already very important in his heart.

“Feeding.”

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

"The master said that after the feathers ascend, you may find what you want..."

What we want?

Xie Qi's face remained indifferent, but his eyes flashed slightly, and he was thinking.

What does he want?

He wants all brothers to be reborn against death!

Feathering, feathering....

‘What we want after the ascension of the feathers? Is what he said true? Or do you want to trick me into ascending with the seventh brother to avoid conflict with his old disciple...’

Hei Wuchang's thoughts flashed through his mind. He never dared to think about everyone and everything with the greatest malicious intention.

Even though the power that the Tai Chi Taoist burst out at the last moment had surpassed the destiny, even the former Duke, he did not think he knew everything.

Throughout history, no one knows what he will face after the throne, so how can he know?

Instead, they were deceived into ascending, so as not to threaten his old apprentice with white hair and hair.

But at this time there is no possibility of careful consideration.

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

"Your master is gone, so stay in the underworld from now on."

"Master, he is not dead!"

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

"Master, Master, I won't die!"

As he said that, the yellow dog spread his palms and a long hair was tightly held in its claws. The breeze blew and floated.

A hair...

"Master, the master told me that he will definitely come back..."

The yellow dog's red eyes looked at the hair in his claws and added another sentence:

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

The yellow dog muttered to himself, his heart gradually became firmer, the master would not lie to me.

'He just doesn't want you to die...'
To be continued...