The Sage Who Transcended Samsara

The wine glass was lowered, and the water splashed slightly. Gao Lan closed her eyes and opened it a little more hot and excited.

After all, the pride in the bones cannot be matched with the one in her heart!

"How to use it?" Gao Lan tried to control his tone, but his voice became dumb and trembling slightly.

Because it is a moonlight treasure box, it is necessary to read Prajna Paramita or represent the moon ... Meng Qi finally did not talk cheaply, and she nodded gently and replied: "Dao Li can seduce."

It does n’t matter if you press it, it ’s a connector, it ’s your own power ...

Gao Lan held the Moonlight Treasure Box with both hands, but hesitated for a moment, not because he didn't want to, but because he was afraid of being homesick. After hundreds of years, what should he say when he saw her again? How will Yiren answer?

He took a deep breath, and a line of text came to his mind:

"In the twenty-seventh year of Yongxi, on the sixteenth of June, at four o'clock ..."

This is a date he will never forget in his life, and this is his unforgettable memory.

The moonlight treasure box lit up, Qinghui seemed to be Yuehua, and Yingying shone through the pavilion, so that Gao Lan's figure became blurred and unreal, and was immediately engulfed by the surging unreal wave.

...

In the twenty-seventh year of Yongxi, June 16, at four o'clock in the hour, Changle was raining heavily, and black clouds over the city.

Poppy, Tianhe tilted down, rain smashed the ground, splashed with white mist, strung into a curtain, and surrounded by a dark, continuous sound of clinking weapons, occasionally lightning was triggered, and flames rushed into the sky The eruption, Jianmang illuminated the circle, revealing the slowly flowing blood on the ground and a dead body and the wounded.

The elegant and elegant woman was struggling to support her hands and flew out of the palm of her hand, as if she had thousands of arms, each pinched and printed, blocking the sword fight. The blood on her body was everywhere, some came from others, some belonged to herself, alright Easy to support the storm, but there are many enemies looming in the darkness.

"It seems that this dream is going to be broken now ..." Yan Ran sighed in her heart, having foreseen her ending, she lost her war will for a while, and only one obsession left, and lived to him, and watched him for the last glance ...

At this moment, a lightning was spurred, and it fell from the sky to illuminate the entire city, making Yan Ran feel as if it was the last splendor in his life.

A sword light emerged from the darkness and stabbed into her vest silently. When a little pain came, Yan Ran woke up suddenly, but could not escape.

Unfortunately, he couldn't wait for him ...

Suddenly, the sword light stopped, just when the sword tip just entered the skin, the hustle and bustle surrounding it disappeared weirdly, quiet and peaceful like the night of Yuehua Qingzhao.

Yan Ran looked up subconsciously, and saw a man wearing a robe and wearing a crown of peace. His majestic body blocked the wind and rain and all the chaos.

That handsome face was so familiar, the glowing and excited eyes seemed to be dreaming back, hiding self-blame, rejoicing and gratitude, just a little bit more unexplainable pain and pity.

Countless emotions rushed in Yan Ran's heart, making her vision blurred, many words came to her mouth, but only spit out a sentence:

"You look like you're a teenager over night ..."

Previously, Gao Lan was full of energy and majesty. Now he is mature and restrained, with a little wind and frost sword between his eyebrows.

Gao Lan's eyes turned red immediately, and his lips moved a few times:

"Yeah, I don't see it overnight, like every ten years."

For more than ten years, this is the gaze that has been hundreds of years late!

With his right hand stretched out, he arbitrarily encircled Yan Ran's waist and limbs, and solidified figures exploded, flesh and blood flying like fireworks.

Yan Ran was caught off guard, again sweet and surprised, and then was taken up by Gao Lan, but overlooked another Gao Lan, rushing to the Gao Lang like a madman!

"He? You?" Yan Ran was surprised and doubtful, confused.

"Huh, don't care about that idiot!" Gao Lan was a little bit bitter. Both the former cause and the result fell into Yan Ran's heart, flashing light, came to the infinite heights, saw the eternally imposing towering palace, and saw the quietly hanging "Jade Virtual Palace "plaque.

He clings to Yan Ran's hands, his eyes are full of tenderness of heroes, can indulge in people's hearts, and calmly:

"wait for me here."

Yan Ran understood the matter, nodded with tears, and said softly and firmly:

"I will!"

Qing Hui rises, and Gao Lan's figure disappears. There is a fake Yan Ran's body in Changle City. The lunatic Gao Lan is holding her, crying wildly, and washing Changle with blood.

A glazed ancient lamp shone, and the line of cause and effect was cut off. At the current node, the nine-day goddess had new memories and sighed in a low voice. In the Yuxu Palace, the bright light was hanging high, and the one on the top of Jiuzhongtian Gao Miao emperor looked far away.

Yan Ran shuddered for a while, closed her emotions, and looked back. The gate of the Yuxu Palace did not know when it had been opened. It was deep and peaceful, and it felt like a green lantern.

She performed a ritual, slowly stepped over the threshold, entered a side hall, in front of the statue of Yuan Shi Tianzun, under the statue was an ancient lamp, the flames flickered with various events in the world.

...

At the current node, Gao Lan's figure reappeared, Meng Qi had disappeared on the opposite side, and he looked up, and saw the gate of Yuxu Palace, which was infinitely high, slowly opened, and came out of a ghostly dream.

Yan Ran felt it, raised his head, and suddenly exchanged on all sides. There seemed to be lightning flashes and thunders, as if spanning hundreds of years.

In front of the Celestial seat, there is a lone lamp, a hundred years of hardship, and finally there is now!

…………

The doomsday boat straddled the void, sailed into the mysterious tibetan pure land, and stopped at the top of Mount Xumi, but Meng Qi did not immediately refine it.

Although he can speed up the time and shorten the long refining process to months, days, moments, and even a few breaths, things of this level and this purpose must wait for the opportunity to intercept the time and the situation for their own use, to achieve The desired effect, and in the waiting years, Meng Qi was not idle.

In the fairyland of the East China Sea, the new Thrush Village, the back mountain, as always, is full of strange flowers, the grass is dark, and a tomb stands quietly.

Mr. Lu Da carved the wooden statue wholeheartedly. He did not get distracted by the addition of a sacred robe ancient crown in front of him. He did not let go of his hand until the last knife fell, and smiled and looked at Meng Qi: "Last time Jin At the tide of the water, the old man remembered that year again. At that time, who could have thought that the young man who watched the old man's sculptures became Daomen Tianzun. "

"In my life, encounters are always difficult to say. At that time I also thanked my predecessors for teaching a little of life experience." Meng Qi sat down casually, looked at the ice fairy who finally became a living person in Tumei Village, and relied on Yanshoudan. Qu Jiuniang and other members of the original fairy tale who have enjoyed a good time for more than a century, whispered, "Yan Ran is resurrected."

Liu Dao was dissolved long ago, and the reincarnation has been suspended.

"Really ..." Mr. Lu Da had a glimpse of Tianji after a short pause and understood that Meng Qi was right.

"At first, the predecessors refused the temptation of the devil and Buddha and promised that they would be completed. Now that the era is about to end, can we see Mrs. Zhuang again and face the future that may no longer exist?" Meng Qi asked with a smile.

At this point, he couldn't expect Mr. Lu to go any further, and he didn't wait for me, so he began to make friends with his wishes, and then calmly faced the coming of the end.

Mr. Lu Da looked at the tomb softly and said with a smile: "The old man is neither pedantic nor Ye Gonghaolong. Without breaking the bottom line of his heart, such a good thing must be sought."

His voice had just fallen, and he suddenly felt something. Looking back at the trail to the back of the mountain, he saw the flowers blooming there, colorful, and surrounded by a palace-dressed beauty Tingting. She smiled lightly, her eyes were soft, everything was like a dream!

Mr. Lu Da could not help but be foolish.

Most of all, a gentle smile, the nightmare of the soul ...

In the past, at the moment when Mrs. Lu's wife died, Meng Qi took her to the Yuxu Palace, gave her the elixir of magic, and prolonged life, and concealed the sky with the transfiguration of the Tao to prevent Mr. Lu's practice change.

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After doing something similar, Meng Qi looked back at the ancient times.

This time, it's your turn, and it's time to meet Yuan Shizun's imprint, which has always been a little evasive before seeing you!

Knowing that the second hand of the dead mother is likely to come from the secrets left by Yuanshi Tianzun and Lingbao Tianzun. If you don't explore or touch these things, you will commit suicide!

In the age of mythology, did Yuanshi Tianzun only have the imprint and maintain the course of history. What happens when he encounters his imprint as a product of reduction and emptying?

Is there an opportunity to open up the roots of time again, to reunify Fengshen, Journey to the West and the real world, and to return to the true colors of time, so that the whereabouts of the two deities can be seen?

As for the reincarnation of the overlord's imprint, still waiting for the next era, there are not many years left in the end! (To be continued.) 2k novel reading network