I am immortal

In the last moment, Zhang Xiaoyu breathed a long sigh of relief, with a relaxed look on his face. But the next moment he saw the Taoist over there, his palms began to slowly collapse, and the smile on his face solidified in an instant, completely disappeared.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood up suddenly, her face turned pale: "Wu Huo?!"

All the creatures of the six realms who found that the enemy in front of them had lost the characteristics of immortality and began to slowly dissipate were a little surprised. They looked in the direction where the flesh and blood turned into powder and disappeared, and saw the great avenue manifested. picture.

Seeing the Zhenwu Great Emperor gradually disappearing and disintegrating in the scene, everyone immediately fell into deathly silence.

Emperor Zhenwu...

Is this going to mean death?

To save the world...

A complex sadness suddenly arose in their hearts.

Heaven and earth share the same sorrow.

The only person who can cut off the final calamity and enter this world is the soul of Yuzun. As the sword, the Taoist's sleeves and robes were rolled up. Looking back, he seemed to have crossed the layers of space and saw the girl standing in front of the Beidi Palace. After seeing it, Seeing the pain in his eyes, Qi Wuhuo looked apologetic and swept his sleeves away.

boom! ! !

The gap between the inside and outside of the six realms slowly closed, the deep hollow, and the endless terrifying scene disappeared, and Emperor Zhenwu, in the eyes of the people, also returned to the chaos of Hunyuan together with the gods and demons of the Final Tribulation.

Dead silence in all directions.

Yang Jian clenched the magic weapon in his hand and said in disbelief: "Emperor..."

The old scalper staggered, staring blankly at the scene in the sky, with a look of panic in his eyes. He was always calm, but he never thought that the person who was least likely to die would perish this time. His lips trembled. Shaking, he murmured: "No, it's impossible. Without confusion, without confusion, it's impossible to die."

"It's impossible to die. He's gotten over all the things he's done so many times before!"

"How could he be dead?! He's not dead, right?!"

"It's impossible to die!"

"Master Sanqing is still here, how can he die?! That big guy, who is the God who created the world, Wuhu can beat him, right? How can he die?!"

The old scalper seemed to be looking for some kind of recognition. He roared angrily. He reached out and grabbed Yang Jian next to him. With both hands, he pulled Yang Jian and shook him hard, as if to get recognition from him. Yang Jian looked sad and allowed the old bull to do this. But he never refuted or resisted.

Finally, the old scalper seemed to gradually calm down. He opened his mouth and closed his eyes. Thinking of the young Taoist's previous affairs, a look of extreme pain appeared on his face. He staggered and almost sat down while facing back. He could have pushed away the mountain. The palm of his hand seemed to have lost its strength and slowly slipped down.

Choking with sobs, he said: "Impossible, impossible..."

"How can it be……"

The depressed old scalper suddenly realized something.

Realizing that the person who had been most shocked by the scene just now, his expression suddenly changed and he said: "Not good!!!"

The old scalper turned around and ran away like crazy: "Yunqin!!!"

In front of Beidi Palace.

There was still great sadness on the faces of those old friends, but at this moment, there was even greater worry. Looking at the girl over there, Yunqin didn't even feel grief immediately on his face, it seemed more like just a look. There was a sense of confusion, and it seemed that he had not yet reacted.

Yun Zhiyi suppressed the stinging pain in her heart and carefully called out: "Qin'er... you... you..."

"I……?"

"I'm fine, dad, mom."

The girl was talking quietly to herself, looking at the sky. Her black hair was hanging down, but the aura on her body made Yun Zhiyi and Zhinu not know how to speak. They could only look at her with great worry. The images and cracks in the sky disappeared, covering the sky. The flag turned into a stream of light and disappeared, removing the air of heat death still remaining in the sky, and the sky seemed to be the same thing as before.

There are no cracks, no sudden arrival of gods and demons, no final disaster.

Qi Wuhuo did not die in battle.

Quietly, it was like every Empress who secretly escaped from the teacher's class every day and went to lie next to the sea of ​​blood, with her feet stepping on the sea water and staring at the rise and fall of the clouds with wide eyes.

The calmer she becomes, the more worried those around her become.

In this oppressive and dead atmosphere, suddenly there seemed to be the sound of swords ringing.

Old Qingniu raised his head and saw where the crack in the sky disappeared. A sword light spun down. It seemed to be a coincidence or some kind of fate. The sword fell in front of the Beidi Palace and was inserted upside down in front of Yunqin. , the sword body is long and sharp, it seems to have cloud patterns, it is a true martial sword.

Was it because he was knocked away by the ancient god when he was making a fake move and ended up here?

The rest of the people could only watch as the girl in white clothes with black hair and blood-stained shirt walked step by step in front of the Zhenwu sword that fell here. She could walk calmly at first, but then she speeded up. Not only did she speed up, she also staggered. stagger.

Bang——

The sword in Yunqin's hand fell to the ground, whistling and buzzing. She slowly squatted down, stretched out her blood-stained palm, and touched the Zhenwu sword. The sword buzzed, as if in response. Yunqin raised his head and looked at Manchu. The parents, who looked worried, said, "Dad, Mom."

"Wu Huo has overcome this calamity again."

"Just like before."

The look on her face was soft and gentle, as if she was still smiling, and she said softly: "But, why doesn't he come back...?"

"Why?"

The palm stroking the blade of the sword trembled.

Yun Zhiyi and Zhi Nu became familiar with their daughter, and their expressions changed suddenly.

Yun Qin seemed to want to say something else, but he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. He fell forward and the blood fell on the Zhenwu Sword.

The sword cry of Zhenwu Sword was fierce, but gradually faded and disappeared.

Zabu Ming stopped and fell to one side.

The expressions of the others suddenly changed and they said: "Yun Qin!!!"

………………

After three months.

The battle of the Final Tribulation has ended, but it seems that it has not ended. It is said to be the end. The Zhenwu Dangmo Emperor and the great god and demon who created the world died together, saving the six realms from complete destruction. He embarked on the journey without hesitation. In this battle, he solved the disaster, but he never returned.

The reason why it is said that it has never ended is because although the final tribulation has been cut off, the influence before the final tribulation has not been eliminated. The remaining heat and silence tribulations are still there, and the cold and silence tribulation is still there. These forces that appeared before the final tribulation began, They were not erased just because the ancient god was killed, they still remain in this world.

It is still flowing freely and affecting the world, but it is not as terrifying as before, and it is not as endlessly improving.

There are ten great suns in the sky that last forever, and a lot of cold air rises in the Xuanming Sea.

Even those three thousand gods and demons are not dead. They have been stripped of the immortality passed down from the most ancient gods and demons since the Final Tribulation. They can be completely strangled, but not all gods and demons can be killed immediately. Being killed, they had their own cunning ones and fled into various wild places.

He fled into the barren mountains and rivers and occupied the mountains as king.

The source of the final catastrophe was cut off, just like the source of a water source was broken. It just stopped deteriorating, but the subsequent effects of this final catastrophe still existed. The Jade Emperor became seriously ill, and he forced his soul to get up and convene the Lingxiao Method. Yes, I want to eliminate the remaining influence of these many gods and demons.

In the East China Sea——

In this battle, Ao Zang showed great majesty and successfully became famous. All forces could not help but respect this ancient blue dragon. On this day, Ao Guang received the decree and did not dare to neglect it and went to report it. , said: "Ancestor, the Jade Emperor's decree has arrived."

Ao Zang was human at the moment, playing chess alone, with broken dragon horns. He was wearing a black robe. His energy was deep and peaceful. He did not raise his head when he heard the words, but just played chess calmly and said:

"I've heard it a long time ago. Stop yelling at me."

"Tell me, Jade Emperor, what did he say?"

Ao Guang handed over the Jade Emperor's decree, but seeing that Ao Zang didn't seem to accept the decree, he had to feel a little embarrassed, took the decree back, unfolded it, looked at it, and said: "Jade Emperor Emperor Tianzun convened a six-realm Dharma conference, inviting dragons, humans, and Buddhists to go to heaven to discuss and deal with the remaining innate gods and demons."

Ao Zang frowned slightly.

He knew that those gods and demons had fled everywhere and were mixed among various tribes. It was not easy to find and kill them. Moreover, the environment in the six realms had deteriorated greatly now, and the gods were also worried about how to solve this problem. , hesitated for a moment, then played chess and said:

"The Jade Emperor's behavior this time has a bit of the reputation of the Great Heavenly Lord. You go ahead."

Ao Guang was startled and said, "Can't our ancestors go?"

"What am I going to do?"

Ao Zang replied angrily, then paused, sighed, and said softly: "...I want to go to Zhenwu Mansion to report to Emperor Zhentian..." Ao Guang stopped talking. He knew that Zhentian When the emperor was young, he once had a relationship with his ancestors, and they were friends for many years.

But today, the Zhentian Emperor fought fiercely against the Final Tribulation, and finally defeated him. Although the current calamity was heavy, it was not as terrifying as the Final Tribulation. After all, there was a glimmer of hope, but the Zhentian Emperor never returned. My ancestors have seen many old friends die, but this time it seemed to be particularly touching.

Ao Guang bowed again and left.

Ao Zang looked at the chessboard. After a long time, he sighed. After all, he didn't play any more. He threw down the chess piece in his hand and let it make a crisp sound on the chessboard and spin a few times. He sighed: "No." I mean, forget it, forget it, no more!”

He looked at the chessboard, and in a trance he seemed to see the young Taoist opposite him playing chess make a move, and then stretched out his hand to make a false move, smiling and inviting himself to continue. However, no matter how focused Ao Zang was, he couldn't see anything. When I arrived, there was only the light of the orb in front of me, only various coral orb trees and empty seats.

"After you go, no one will be qualified to play chess with me."

Ao Zang sighed.

He was young and wielding a sword, coming from the land of demons, and he seemed as high-spirited as yesterday.

Now it has fallen...

How can it not make people sad and melancholy?

Old friends come and go, as is always the case, but I'm afraid the one who feels the most uncomfortable is his wife... They were young childhood sweethearts, and now that person died in battle, I'm afraid that the child is the one who can't accept it the most...

Empress Wa and Empress Hou Tu seem to be going to visit.

Ao Zang sighed and decided to follow the two ladies to visit.

Ao Guang had already soared into the sky with all the dragon clans and left the sea area. However, when he was ascending to the East China Sea, he saw an extra mountain on the sea area above his Dragon Palace. , I don’t care what happens when the fragments of the world fall.

Some dragons shake their body scales and shake off a lot of majestic energy.

This is the energy of those innate gods and demons. After losing their immortality, these things followed Baichuan and came to the East China Sea. They planned to find an opportunity to seal them all into Guixu. Some dragons said worriedly: "Your Majesty, will these innate gods and demons have any impact on us?"

Ao Guang said: "No."

"Don't mention these things themselves."

"The immortality characteristics of these innate gods and demons were destroyed by the hands of the Zhentian Emperor. Unless there are some creations that are closely related to the Zhentian Emperor, they are still like chickens, innately empty and hazy, without life or anything. Otherwise, it would be absolutely impossible to absorb these things."

So many dragon clans were relieved, chanted several times, and followed the Dragon King of the East China Sea to rush to the Lingxiao Palace. However, under the suddenly extra fairy mountain on the sea, a huge stone floated up and down.

This stone seems strange. It has a square shape and has 360 apertures all over its body.

It sinks into the pure innate energy after the innate gods and demons have been dispersed. It seems to be breathing, as if channeling, and the three hundred and sixty acupoints slowly light up.

There is something that seems to be connected to this stone body——

The magical power that swallows the sky and the earth.

At a quiet but terrifying speed, he continued to devour the boundless energy of the innate gods and demons!

The still water flows deep, and such changes are huge but slight. No one noticed that under the influence of this huge and boundless Qi, a trace of life appeared in this huge stone.

The speed of absorbing innate Qi is getting faster and faster!

Vitality continues to increase.

……………………

All the people in the six realms are struggling to survive under the influence of this final calamity, and they are all dealing with this final calamity in their own way. The final calamity is not the final calamity of a single emperor, but the calamity of all the people, not the beheading. The gods and demons can directly erase all the previous influences.

At the same time, they were also missing the great emperor who stood at the front.

They used stone, clay, and wood to carve the figure in black robes and jade crown, holding a sword in one hand.

Or he raised his head and looked at the sky, thinking that the emperor was "sleeping" in the sky. The world is thinking of him, and he may not be lonely, so he can comfort and remember him.

And in the outer world, all the innate gods and demons outside this world have died in this final fight. There is deep darkness, but there is a sense of tranquility. It is no longer the terrifying and huge one before. , the ancient god who was responsible for the creation of the world was lying there, with a sword light between his brows.

Although he was beheaded, he was still alive.

The ancient god's body is slowly spreading, and within the square inch reflected by the sword light.

Two figures sat opposite each other.

The ancient god who created the world was furious, and the black-robed Taoist crossed his legs.

Sit and exist!

And around these two figures who seemed to be discussing Taoism, the figure of the Taoist ancestor of the Sanqing Dynasty was still there. The ancient god who created the world was watching the Taoist in front of him. Between them, the two qi movements were changing and changing, and they seemed to be indistinguishable. Just like each other, this ancient god has boundless murderous intentions and his face is distorted:

"Jinzhou——"

"Qi! Wu! Confused!"

The plot of this part is continuous and cannot be interrupted. I wrote it in one go and posted it, so the previous update was a little late...

Goodnight everybody