He is dead...

Gong Yang Yan murmured in his heart, and inexplicably sadness surged into his heart.

This emotion came suddenly but not abruptly. Gong Yang Yan understood that the aura scattered on the old Taoist body invaded his soul.

But he did not reject or refuse, but slowly closed his eyes, trying to realize the last breath left by the old Taoist.

Whether it is from the arrival of the sect leader himself or the previous guidance of the purple light, this old Taoist must have something extremely important to the sect leader.

Buzz ~

Almost at the moment when I closed my eyes, the familiar purple light had already appeared again.

The next moment, a magnificent war picture was right in front of him, slowly unfolding.

Above the land, the demons were roaring, among the sea of ​​clouds, the powerful were roaring forever.

The war is everywhere, and the sky collapses and the earth is falling like rain!

This is an epic war that swept the world!

Human, demon, demon, Buddha, god...

Gong Yang Yan was dazzled and felt that the war scroll in front of him contained all the races and creatures he knew.

This is a terrifying war that swept all races and spirits inside and no one can be in the world!

Click!

Gong Yang Yan was shocked and was about to look carefully when he suddenly heard the sound of cracking silk.

Immediately, the magnificent war painting in front of me was torn apart in the air, everything was hidden and all colors faded.

Only a colorful divine light filled his perception.

This divine light came across the sky, and in a flash, it had already put the battlefield where all races fought.

Torn apart completely!

"This, this is..."

Seeing the seven-colored patrol of the sky, wherever they passed, no matter the gods, demons, monsters, and giant beasts, they all disappeared, Gong Yang Yan's heart was chilling.

Suddenly, I remembered a legendary magical power.

boom!

The seven colors flow, dominate everything, replace everything, and become the only color light that Gong Yang Yan can perceive.

In a vaguely, he seemed to see an extremely noble, extremely powerful existence, walking out of the seven colors and stepping into this place.

In the boiling and silent battlefield.

"Seven, seven treasures magic?"

Gong Yang Yan was in a daze, as if he saw countless figures roaring outside the seven colors, but he couldn't see them in detail.

It seemed as if I saw countless magic weapons bombarding, but it disappeared without waiting for it to be seen.

It seemed like an extremely short trance, the battlefield that filled the world, covering all continents and even the alien seas became completely dead silence.

This is over?

Gong Yang Yan changed his thoughts and shivered, and finally saw other scenes outside these seven colors.

It was an old tree that rose from the ground and left the sky.

This old tree is indescribable. Its crown covers the sun and the sky, and its lush branches and leaves live on the seas of various continents and the seas.

Just like the pillar of heaven that carries the dome, it is like a ladder that runs through the earth and the sky!

Under the old tree, a man slowly looked up and looked at the great god-like man stepping out of the colorful one, as if sighing and sad:

"I still lost."

Under the seven colors, the gods lowered their eyes indifferently and spoke lightly: "You have never killed anyone in your life, but you have buried the creatures of Hengsha before you die! Are you good or evil in such behavior?"

Under the old tree, the Taoist nodded: "This is a great evil."

"I kill you and others, and all the spirits are there, good or evil?"

God asked again.

The Taoist closed his eyes and bleeding from the corners of his eyes: "It's good!"

"The infinite heaven of cause and effect, reincarnation, good and evil are only in one thought."

The gods clasped their hands together, as if they were merciful and smiled: "The world calls you a saint, but you buried them with your own hands, and they will not be detached from generation to generation.

Interesting, interesting."

"You are wrong. I am never a saint, nor a savior..."

The old man raised his hand and stroked the old branches. The blood flowing from his seven orifices became more and more sticky, and he could hardly see whether his eyebrows were crying or laughing:

"I just can't help it..."

"I don't care about your heart."

The god raised his hand, picked up the seven-colored tree, and looked coldly: "Are you going by yourself or want me to send me off?"

"Forget it, forgot."

The Taoist waved his hand slightly, and withered yellow leaves had already fallen down, but it turned out that the old trees behind him were gradually withering.

The branches and leaves are yellow, the branches and trunks are cracked, and a little light radiates into the void, as if various inspirations are pouring down.

Wherever the light spots and qi arrive, the cracks in the void are bridged, and the dead star ignites the vitality, breaks the mountains and rivers, and gradually heals.

The ghosts and ghosts are all relied upon.

"he......"

Gong Yang Yan felt that the fog in front of him gradually dissipated, and he saw it more clearly.

Under the old tree that gradually faded and withered, the Taoist sat cross-legged, with his left hand placed horizontally on both knees, his right hand placed on his right knee, his palm facing inward, and his fingers pointed to the ground, and his expression gradually became peaceful.

Another moment, he heard the chanting of Zen sounds on his ears:

"When I came, I looked at all the six realms, all the mountains and seas, and the earth was filled with sufferings. I couldn't bear it... When I left, my sins were as deep as abyss, and I could not count them all...."

The chanting was faint at first, but it was deafening later, but it turned to the end, but it was subtle and unheard.

call!

Until everything in front of him dissipated, Gong Yang Yan staggered back like a dream, and looked up again. The Taoist in front of him looked peaceful and dispersed with the wind.

A ray of purple light on his body made a tremor of "Woooo" in the place where he was spreading, and suddenly shook through the sky and left.

It was extremely fast, and with Gong Yang Yan's eyes, he could only see that it seemed to be one.

Bodhis?

......

The battle formation of the sky!

The rolling iron-blooded killing energy spread throughout the world, and all tangible things were broken into fine particles that could not be captured by the spiritual consciousness.

The time and space inside are even more confused and inconsistent, and they cannot sense where they are.

"This formation..."

Yang Jian was in a daze. At this moment, he lost all the capture of the outside world.

Feeling an unprecedented huge murderous intent.

crisis!

A huge crisis!

Since his birth, he has always been smooth sailing. He was killed in Cheng Xiang. Even though he left his teacher's protection, he had never encountered a decent enemy.

Even when these 12 Taoists appeared, although he was solemn, he did not feel the crisis.

But when the battle formation was completely unfolded, boundless terror suddenly arose in his heart.

In a trance, he seemed to remember what the teacher said when he was a disciple in his childhood.

"You are in great luck, regardless of your roots, bones, understanding, physical and opportunity, and your body are the best in the world. However, all things in the world are one and two sides."

"This is the fate you uphold, and it is also a great disaster that you cannot avoid!"

A great disaster?

Great disaster!

When Yang Jian was in a state of excitement, he felt that the long river he had observed in a trance became clearer, and the gods who came through the river also became clearer.

In just a few moments, he had already seen the appearance of the armored god man.

It is clearly another self!

boom!
To be continued...