Great Dao Ji

Change the day, change the day, and create the blue sky again!

The scroll of the Gods is like the sky, like the sun, the candle illuminates the underworld, the human world, all the earth, mountains and rivers, all the four seas and five continents can be seen.

In the depths of the sky, the dazzling stars that were trembling just now and about to fall looked dim under the divine light, and gradually disappeared, seeming to have returned to calm.

And the divine light bursting out from the God-Sealing Formation, as if under the blessing of infinite power, spread toward the depths of the star sea, slowly but firmly, as if it was going to include the boundless star sea in the map.

A catastrophic disaster that was about to come just disappeared into the invisible.

Ordinary creatures in the world may be at a loss and don't know what happened, but Daqing, Zhonglu, all the mountain gods, land and river gods all couldn't help but bow down at this moment.

Like a pilgrimage, offer your admiration.

This worship has nothing to do with whether the supernatural power is powerful or not, but to express gratitude for the grace of saving the world.

"teacher"

On the Qingdu God Conferment Stage, Sa Wuling's clothes were not moving in the wind, and his expression was sad:

"You once said that if the teacher has something to do, the disciple should do the work. Why don't you let the disciple do it?"

He sighed softly.

If possible, he would have risen to the sky and fought side by side with his teacher, even if he died, but the world is still uncertain.

Tiandi Lingji was just expelled from all over the world, rather than truly disappearing.

Huangtian Shiru will still be reborn one day in the future. If he dies, who will suppress him?

For a moment, Sa Wuling was silent.

Phew~

On the stage of apotheosis of gods in Bingyang, Nanlu, the old Taoist Liansheng sang heartily:

"There is no path to misfortune or blessing, only people call it upon themselves. The rewards of good and evil follow each other like a shadow. Auspicious people speak good words, see good things, and do good deeds. There are three good deeds in one day, and blessings will come from heaven in three years. Bad people speak evil words, regard evil, and do evil. , if there are three evils in one day, disaster will come in three years.”

The long song echoes, like singing and crying.

With tears streaming down his face, the old Taoist made a long bow, his sleeves hanging to the ground:

"A real person's merit is greater than that of heaven, and he will surely achieve heaven's great achievements!"

At this moment, everyone in the world was shocked. Even if it was black and white, a sense of awe could not help but rise in their hearts.

But for the real souls in the Netherworld, this feeling seems unbearable.

The moment when the aura of heaven and earth was replaced by 'qi', the first ones to sense it were naturally these real souls. Unable to sense the aura of heaven and earth, the world suddenly became a place where the law was over and the souls were dead.

The expressions of all the real Yuanshen couldn't help but change. They all used their magic power and magic weapons, and fled away one after another.

In the interlayer between the Netherworld and the human world, spiritual energy is also disappearing, being slowly but firmly replaced by the 'qi', expelled. If it stays here for a long time, if something goes wrong, your life will be ruined!

Of course, what's more important is that the 'Scroll of Life and Death' they were peering into is no longer in the netherworld.

There is no point in forcing oneself into the netherworld.

For a moment, all the bystanders dispersed. Even the unwilling old monk could only sigh deeply and urge the boat to disappear into the gap.

Huhuhu~~~

The air blows, and the divine light dims.

Under the gaze of everyone, the picture of apotheosis that covered the sky and the sun, like a sky curtain covering everything, gradually faded away as the stars disappeared, until it disappeared into the void.

Unable to trace, elusive, as if it had completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

It seems that it is just an extreme time, and the sky has returned to calm. There is no divine light, no thunder sea, no Taoist in white, no starry sky divine court, no scroll covering the sky like a sky curtain, and no more... A heart-stopping horror of oppression.

Everything seemed to have never happened at all.

If it weren't for the fact that the entire Netherworld was still in ruins.

Is he dead? ?

At the top of Netherworld City, Xie Qi was speechless. Even he could not detect the traces of the scroll at this time, but he could faintly feel that this was just the beginning and everything had not yet settled.

But no matter what, the world-destroying disaster will no longer come.

For a moment, my heart felt a little empty.

For more than two thousand years, the only thing he cared about was this world-destroying disaster. In fact, he had already prepared to die in the disaster.

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

Even, there was a trace of confusion.

Don't know where to go.

"Seventh Brother"

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

"Master Fu, you did not see the wrong person."

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, using people to compare with heaven, sealing the title of God, and expelling the wisdom of heaven and earth arrogantly.

"Yeah, I'm not as good as him."

Xie Qi nodded slightly and looked expressionlessly at the yellow dog beside the 'Response to All Requests' altar, which seemed to be in a daze:

"Have you ever had anything to say to your master?"

Ever since An Qisheng broke his body, the yellow dog has been stupid and silent, as if it had been hit hard, and its spirit was extremely decadent.

"master"

After hearing Xie Qi's question, Huang Gou felt his spirit drifting down from far, far away, and his dazed eyes moved, gaining a little more vitality:

"Master, master wants you to become immortals."

This opening was hoarse and low, like a cuckoo crying for blood, which made people feel sad and dejected.

"Feathering?"

Hei Wuchang's eyes moved:

"What did Fellow Daoist An say?"

Even Hei Wuchang himself didn't realize it. Invisibly, the words An Qisheng might leave had a heavy weight in his heart.

"Feathering."

The yellow dog lowered his head, and tears soaked his hair and dripped down, unable to hide the sadness in his heart:

"The master said that after you become immortal and ascend, you may find what you want."

What do we want?

Xie Qi's face remained indifferent, but his eyes flickered slightly, thinking.

What does he want?

He wants all the brothers to be reborn from death!

feather, feather

‘Is there anything we want after becoming feathered and ascending? Is what he said true, or is he trying to trick me into ascending with Seventh Brother to avoid conflict with his old apprentice’

Thoughts flashed through Hei Wuchang's mind. He never hesitated to think of everyone and everything with the greatest malice.

Even though the Tai Chi Taoist's burst of power at the last moment had surpassed the destiny of heaven and even the former prince, he didn't think he really knew everything.

Throughout the ages, no one knows what they will face after becoming immortal, so how can he know?

It was more likely that he would trick them into ascending so as not to threaten his old apprentice with gray hair and beard.

But at this time, there is no possibility of studying it.

He put aside the distracting thoughts in his mind and looked at the yellow dog with a trace of pity in his eyes:

"Your master is no longer here. From now on, he will stay in Netherworld."

"Master, he is not dead!"

The yellow dog suddenly raised his head, and there seemed to be fire burning in his tearful eyes:

"Master, master will not die!"

As he spoke, the yellow dog opened his palms, and a long hair was tightly held in his paws. The breeze blew and drifted.

a hair

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

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

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

Huang Gou murmured to himself, gradually becoming firm in his heart, Master will not lie to me.

'He just doesn't want you to die'

Hei Wuchang shook his head in his heart.

He was extremely sensitive to the aura of death, so how could he not tell that this yellow dog had already expressed his intention to die? If it hadn't been for the hair that held his heart, An Qisheng would have broken his body to pieces as early as that moment.

He has already rushed into the thunder sea and begged for death.

Time seems to smooth everything.

No matter how beautiful you are, no matter how talented you are, or whether you are a saint respected by the world, you will not be able to resist the erosion of the long river of history.

The years have flown by, and it has been three hundred years in a blink of an eye.

The once earth-shattering battle seemed to have been forgotten by the world as the years passed.

The sun sets and the moon rises, the wind blows and the clouds flow, there is nothing thrilling, some are just as plain as water.

The sky is blue, the wind is blowing gently, and the white clouds are floating on the river, leisurely and peaceful.

Woohoo~

The long sound of the whistle echoed across the wilderness.

An armored car was speeding along the straight or curved roads, and the strong wind blew down the vegetation on both sides.

In a private room somewhere in Car A, Sa Wuling sat by the window, looking at the rapidly retreating vegetation outside, a trace of sadness flashed in his heart.

Three hundred years is not a short period of time.

One after another, the galloping roads have reached the five continents, passing through thousands of mountains and rivers, and even human footprints have spread across the four seas along with the giant steel ships.

With the disappearance of the spiritual power of heaven and earth and the sealing of the netherworld, no demons and ghosts were born in the world anymore, and the population was dozens of times higher than three hundred years ago.

Not only the Central Continent, but also the other four continents, there are also human kingdoms established with the support of Qin Tianjian.

The world is prosperous and prosperous, like oil cooking in a raging fire.

Throughout the past 100,000 years, it has never been as grand as it is today.

"Teacher, is the world today as you wish?"

Sa Wuling stroked his beard with his hand, his eyes dim and full of nostalgia.

In the past three hundred years, he has traveled all over the world. He has gone deep into the end of the Arctic glacier and looked at the aurora at the end of the world. He has also been to the West Pole above the sea of ​​​​fire and seen the sunset.

He also set foot outside the sky, took a boat across the starry sky, and walked past the stars.

However, even though he has reached the end of Junyi and can step into the destiny at any time, which is enough to rival his teacher three hundred years ago, he still cannot find any trace of his teacher.

It seemed that everything had completely disappeared with the disappearance of the picture scroll of the Conferred God.

"We're here! We're here! I saw the Tianshi Mansion in Taiji Mountain!"

"Yeah! It's true! I saw it too!"

"There are so many people, there are people all over the mountain and down the mountain!"

At this time, bursts of exclamations came from the carriage, and young and bright scholars lay on the windows and looked into the distance.

Sa Wuling raised his eyebrows and looked.

The mountains are towering in the distance, and the palaces on the tops of the mountains stretch for countless miles. At this moment, there are countless pilgrims both on the mountain and below.

"Tai Chi Mountain"

While Sa Wuling was muttering slightly to himself, a long and high-pitched sound of steam cut through the sky, the armored car had arrived.

The crowds filed out and it was very lively.

Sa Wuling walked behind the crowd, but did not follow the crowd to the Taiji Mountains. Instead, he walked out of the crowd and walked on the straight official road.

Today's Liangzhou is no longer comparable to what it used to be. After 390 years of development, Liangzhou has become the most desirable state in Daqing. In the minds of many people, it is even better than Qingzhou, where the capital of Qing is located. A more sacred place.

Even though it was almost dusk and the sun was about to set, the official road was still busy with traffic and people, making the ten-foot-wide official road seem a bit crowded.

"A copy of the latest newspaper? A few days ago, Jinshang, who has been in power for three hundred years, announced his abdication. This newspaper contains the most detailed news."

There were many merchants nearby selling things, and the most popular one was a young man shouting and waving a newspaper.

"Hmm?"

Sa Wuling bought a copy and read it while walking. It was indeed about the emperor's abdication, and it also wrote a lot about the former emperor.

It said that he returned power to the people, perfectly followed the will of the former emperor, and never inherited the throne.

"But I forgot"

Sa Wuling couldn't help but smile.

He was eager to find the traces of his teacher, but he forgot Wang E. Now, this violent man has been the emperor for three hundred years, right?

But he didn't care too much and put away the newspaper.

At this time, the sun had completely set and darkness fell. This place was far away from the prosperous place, but there were no pedestrians.

The rising silver moon was spreading like water and moonlight, spreading over this old mass grave, which seemed particularly cold.

Faintly, one could still see the extremely dilapidated charity cemetery in the mass grave.

Seeing this charity cemetery again, even with Sa Wuling's state of mind, it was a bit bitter.

This was the place where he had met his teacher.

He had a premonition that if he could not find the trace of his teacher here, he would never have the chance to see his teacher again in his life.

Huh~

Sa Wuling took a step and stepped into the ruins of the charity cemetery.

Three hundred years had passed, and the long-disrepaired charity cemetery had already collapsed. Everything inside had rotted away, and the only wooden house was also crumbling in the night wind.

It seemed that it would collapse in the next moment, but it had a sense of being immovable.

Woo~

There seemed to be a whimpering sound like a ghost crying between the broken walls and ruins.

"Old dog."

Sa Wuling's eyes were soft, and he called softly.

The 'woo' sound was not the sound of a ghost crying, but the yellow dog crawling in the ruins, whimpering softly.

After three hundred years of wind and rain, the reason why the wooden house did not fall down was not because it was so tough, but because the yellow dog had always been lying in the wooden house.

The yellow dog was crawling in the dust, and between its curled up body, a strand of hair could be seen floating in the wind.

"Old man Sa"

The yellow dog did not raise his head, and replied weakly:

"Call me Gou Huang, this is the name given to me by the master"

Buzz~

At this time, a soft buzzing sound was heard.

The yellow dog suddenly jumped up, and just wanted to shout, but he remembered something and became cautious again.

I saw that the hair that was originally inserted into the ground seemed to sense something, and it seemed to have accumulated something, and suddenly a ray of light appeared.

Then, the light split into two and sank into the bodies of a man and a dog.

Huh~

Sa Wuling's clothes moved without wind.

He closed his eyes slightly, and in a trance, there seemed to be a familiar voice flowing from nothingness into the sea of ​​​​heart.

It seemed like a moment, but also like a long time.

Sa Wuling slowly opened his eyes and saw the energetic yellow dog, who had swept away the previous weak posture, leaping into the air and howling at the moon:

"Awoo~~~"

There was a faint light flashing in his eyes, and Sa Wuling lowered his eyelids, as if talking to himself or wondering:

"Zhu Shang"

It's getting late, good night everyone, Gouzi will continue to code the third chapter.