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Three hundred and ninetieth eight chapters this life afterlife

The sun was shining brightly, and the water of Feiyan Lake spread out like golden scales. Standing by the water, Meng Qi watched the carriage go away and Gao Lan Angzang’s back disappeared, his heart was full of emotions and sighs.

Today’s mad emperor is the real mad emperor, both mad and arrogant, when he was young and thin, now he is in his prime and proud of his robes.

After a long time, he silently slandered: “Big brother, I originally wanted to give you enlightenment with Kai Tianyin, Sixiangyin, etc. as a reward. Since you have to maintain your demeanor and run away after pretending to be forceful, let’s talk about it later, anyway, you have enough golden books.”

Smiling and shaking his head, he turned around and walked into the forest by the lake, sat back in the tree hole, and pressed the light golden streamer held in his left hand to his forehead, the ancestral orifice opened, and the spirit penetrated.

With a bang, countless images flashed in front of Meng Qi’s eyes. The emperor with ordinary features but majestic standing in the sparkling illusory river, holding a long sword, looked behind him.

Tributaries converge, and figures jump out one after another. There are various faces and dresses, and there are also figures that are exactly the same as the emperor, existing in the past and the future.

The sword light burst out, and countless bright star lines in the void stood out, appearing black and white, circulating endlessly.

The emperor’s sword light surrounds his body, changing subtly, the world changes with him, turning into three tombs and five scriptures, supporting him to rise slowly, out of the long river of time, dragging all kinds of causes and effects and many figures over, and merging into his body , and then step into the infinite chaos, so close to the real solipsism.

The light and shadow dissipated, and Meng Qi pondered over what he had just seen.

This is Gao Lan’s perception of the “Golden Book of the Human Emperor”. It is not complete, nor is it the original appearance, and many key points are missing. According to this, no martial arts can be cultivated at all, but as a reference, as a reference to rely on the “Dao Yiyin” to create “all the past, disappear in smoke”, it is enough.

“Looking back to the past. Throughout the future, this is the martial arts that the Emperor of the Emperor will use to set foot on the other side.” Meng Qi suddenly realized that this may be the content of the last or penultimate page of the “Emperor of the Emperor”

Thinking of this, he suddenly had strange doubts, why Yuanshi, Lingbao, Daode, Amitabha, Bodhi, etc., who are also on the other side, can get through one. Even for several epochs, the Human Emperor was only active in the tens of thousands of years from the end of ancient times to the beginning of middle ages, and then passed on to his throne

Could it be that he and the demon sage lost both sides in the fight, and both sat down?

This matter has nothing to do with him for the time being, Meng Qi restrained his doubts and put the mirror of this life in front of him. After it has a master, it has become smaller, and now it is only the size of a palm, round and flawless, very similar to the surface of a sunny lake, with countless golden spots inside, like all the memories of this life.

Meng Qi’s eyes changed suddenly, and his left eye turned black. The right eye is white, the ancestral orifice between the eyebrows is opened, and the colorless phantom of the “Dao Yi Glazed Lamp” condenses. Blooming infinite brilliance with a little light is like the first cause deriving countless complex and inexhaustible causes and effects.

Hundreds of millions of black and white rays of light fell on the mirror of this life, and golden spots suddenly rose up, filling the air, and all kinds of this life appeared in front of my eyes.

The figure when stepping into the world of gods with the heart of life to death; cold arrangement. The figure when defeating the Impermanence School of Life and Death; the figure when beheading the owner of the Buren Building; the figure when winning the Seven Kills Monument; the figure when exploring the Nine Heavens together with Gu Xiaosang; ;Looking at Jiang Zhiwei’s figure when he saw me and disappeared at the end of the mountain road; the lights were dim. The figure when we met suddenly; the figure when I saw my master pleading for me; the figure when I was seeking survival in the vast sea with Gu Changqing and my junior brother; the figure when I was a young monk in Shaolin Temple

The screen is still going back, and Meng Qi sees his own figure on the earth. From working hard to studying in a foreign land, from going through the college entrance examination to having a worry-free childhood, from babbling to having a baby in the womb.

Arriving here, the golden light spots all over the sky converged and fell into the mirror, and everything returned to normal.

“The experience of the earth is also considered in this life.” Meng Qiruo thought for a while. He had never seen Su Ziyuan’s childhood, but he thought he had the experience of the earth in his previous life. From this point of view, “this life” should be based on the three souls of the primordial spirit. Whether or not one is replaced by the standard, has nothing to do with

In this way, because the judgment of this life was wrong before, some things have to be adjusted slightly, at least the wrong “object” cannot be cut when creating the self-made exercises

Then, Meng Qi took out his fragment of the mirror of the afterlife, which was like glass, full of cracks, full of elusive and indefinable aura.

The light of the “Dao Yi Glazed Lamp” shone on the fragments of the mirror of the afterlife, and the gray and dull mirror suddenly appeared a faint glow, and the countless small mirrors separated by the cracks showed different figures, because they were only fragments, which symbolized not An afterlife, but an uncertain future.

These figures include the ancient Buddha monk with the green lamp familiar to Meng Qi, the terrifying man who shouted “Sword come”, the mourner who was crying to the sky, the man who was pierced by a red spear, the white-clothed swordsman, the mad Taoist, and so on, too many to list.

All the figures turned their heads, and it was no surprise that they were all Meng Qi’s own faces.

At this moment, the corners of the monk’s lips curled up, revealing a half-smile expression

And the scary man, the sad man who asked the sky, the swordsman in white, the mad Taoist, etc. also have the same meaningful smiles

They are the same person, and the different futures are all “the same person.” Meng Qi was stunned. No matter what kind of future, there is only one ending?

“Tianyan fifty, one of them is hidden, and there is a glimmer of life left in the sky.” Meng Qi closed his eyes, calmed down quickly, and began to combine martial arts such as the mirror of the present life, the mirror of the afterlife, and Dao Yiyin to find a way to cut off the past.

These “harvests” pile up together, stimulate each other, and continue to ferment.

There are still ten months to go. I don’t know if it can be created. I hope that there will be good news about the purchase of the reincarnation talisman by Xianji.

Sailing the boat on the river at night, the black awning welcomes the drizzle, Meng Qi sits in the cabin, flashes of inspiration flashed in my mind, sometimes collided and sometimes scattered.

After he escaped to the vicinity of Xijiange, he suddenly had a new idea, so he hired a boat for the last part of the journey.

The sky was dim, and Meng Qi let out a long breath, but he still failed. How could it be a simple matter to create the Overlord’s Six-Slash Level Kung Fu? arrive.

Leaving the boat, Meng Qi fled towards Xijiange, without hiding his breath, and soon came to the front of the mountain gate, but Jiang Zhiwei had already noticed it and waited at the gate.

The goose yellow clothes are bright and gentle, while Jiang Zhiwei is bright but generous, standing on the mountain road, covering the mountains and plains with flowers.

The world is full of fragrance in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom.

This kind of beautiful scenery may never be seen again soon. Meng Qi sighed inwardly. It is easy to say that we are living from death, but in reality, we are close to death. Next year today, there may be a lonely grave, so naturally we will not see similar beautiful scenery.

Feeling deeply in his heart, with complicated emotions, Meng Qi was speechless for a moment, and walked silently along the mountain road. Jiang Zhiwei seemed to have sensed something, but also said nothing, standing side by side with him, walking hand in hand, and walking around the mountain road to climb up the mountain road. up the peak.

At this time, the sun was rising in the east, the sea of ​​clouds was dyed red, the roads were shining with golden light, and they were extremely resplendent and energetic. Meng Qi seemed to have been reborn again, with a peaceful mind, smiled slightly, and said via voice transmission: “I found the reincarnation of Huang Quan and completed the mission of the Zhenwu chain , get the final reward, guess what it is”

Jiang Zhiwei thought for a while, then smiled, she was more magnificent than the sun, and more beautiful than the morning glow: “Since I’m asked to guess, it must be something I’m very interested in, one of the seven swords that cut off the sky, or the general outline.”

“It’s Zhiwei who really knows me. This is the Six Paths version.” Meng Qi smiled, and replied via voice transmission, took out the light green “seed” and handed it to Jiang Zhiwei.

Jiang Zhiwei pursed her lips: “You completed most of the serial missions, and I deserve it, but over the years, I’ve gotten used to being thick-skinned in front of you.”

It’s been so many years, Meng Qi’s vision suddenly became a little blurry after so many years.

Coming to Xijiange here is not only to send the master outline of Jietian Seven Swords, but also to bid farewell.

If we say goodbye today, we may never meet again.

Jiang Zhiwei pressed the seed between her eyebrows, absorbed the content of the general outline, and finally her eyes were covered with light, and she returned the seed to Meng Qi.

“This is the Seven Heaven Cutting Swords,” her tone was a little ethereal.

Meng Qi looked at her with a smile, his eyes were gentle and calm: “I still have to give Yushu the outline, so I’ll take my leave first.”

Jiang Zhiwei nodded and watched him turn around.

After Meng Qi walked a few steps, Jiang Zhiwei’s voice suddenly came from his ear:

“No matter what difficulties you have, I will draw my sword to help you.”

She could tell that Meng Qi had something on his mind, but the other party resolutely didn’t mention it, so he wouldn’t ask directly.

After a pause, Jiang Zhiwei added:

“You will never walk alone.”

Meng Qi closed his eyes and walked slowly. He raised his hand and said with a smile, “I’m also thick-skinned. If I really need help, I will definitely ask.”

Some things, you can only face yourself

Jiang Zhiwei stood on the top of the peak in a daze, watching as Meng Qi’s figure in green shirt slowly disappeared at the end of the mountain road, a hundred flowers were in full bloom, and the fragrance was in full bloom.

On that day, in this mountain. to be continued

s: The first change is to ask for a guaranteed monthly pass

Chapters with similar feelings are always written very slowly.

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