The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

Leng Qingsong left this world and headed towards the palace that was calling him in the chaos.

Although countless years have passed, the palace in front of you still seems to be as glorious as it was back then. Time has not left any trace on this palace.

The old Leng Qingsong landed on the steps, looked at the empty hanging beams above the palace, raised his hand, and a plaque appeared in the center of the palace.

"Taixu Palace"

For Leng Qingsong today, there is no secret in any magic or Tao between heaven and earth, and almost anything can be developed according to his wishes.

As the most powerful sword in the world and the main killer, it cannot easily appear between heaven and earth.

Otherwise, wherever Leng Qingsong goes, it will easily cause trouble for those living beings.

More importantly, for some reason, Leng Qingsong dislikes this side of the world even though it is the most powerful sword.

I don't know why, but I just feel a slight sense of disgust.

This feeling of disgust made Leng Qingsong rather stay in chaos than return to this world easily.

But when he returned to the chaos, Leng Qingsong seemed to have a sense of peace of mind as he recalled something.

But if he recalled something, Leng Qingsong couldn't tell it.

He was born into a royal family in the human world, and was implicated in a coup. He became a beggar since he was a child. Fortunately, he was saved by his master and embarked on the path of spiritual practice.

In just a few decades, he became the most holy person.

My life can be described as calm and uneventful at all.

Born to cope with the calamity, he will bear the great calamity for heaven and earth.

Now that the world is at peace, my path has come to an end, and I feel the so-called emptiness.

Probably because after I became enlightened, I still had time to complete my own path.

It's extremely, extremely.

That's how it should be!

Leng Qingsong's eyes were full of memories, but there was a trace of sadness in them.

I don’t know what I’m grieving for, and I don’t know who I’m grieving for.

We can only look forward to the arrival of the next catastrophe.

I hope to see the reincarnated Master again then!

The next great catastrophe will also be the time when the world changes drastically again, and it will also be the time when the Master can reincarnate and come back.

Whatever you owe Master, you will make up for it with your own hands!

In this Taixu Palace, in seclusion in the chaos, I hope to fill my own path.

Leng Qingsong, who was sitting on the cloud bed, closed his eyes and understood the Tao, reasoning about himself.

The door was broken into pieces by who knows who, and it is not known when it will be restored to its original state.

The magnificent door slowly closed.

This magnificent palace also disappeared into the chaos...

Bai Feiyu, who has been practicing for unknown years as the master of Shinto, has the same confusion.

He didn't understand why, as the Lord of God, there was an empty seat hanging above the Book of Gods.

And this empty seat is even a head higher than himself and the blue bird.

After repeated inspections, I am convinced that the vacant seat hanging above this sacred book is the future great god!

In this regard, Bai Feiyu could only convince himself by using the reason that his virtue was not enough and he was not qualified to be a great god.

When the next calamity comes, those souls who have been reincarnated according to their previous wishes will reappear in this world.

That was also the time when I met them again.

It seems that the severe cold in early spring has just passed, and all hopes are still waiting to sprout and take root in the soil, and the deserted pine trees are waiting for the next time of calamity to clear up the emptiness in their hearts!

Bai Feiyu looked down from Thirty-three Days. In the courtyard on top of the Qingyun Sect's small mountain peak, a vat of three-color lotus flowers were in full bloom!

Seeing this lotus flower, Bai Feiyu felt inexplicably comfortable, but he felt a knot in his heart for no reason.

But I always feel that there is something that I have forgotten.

Asked the blue bird next to him who had been friends with him for two lifetimes, the blue bird also shook his head blankly. The blue bird didn't know what he was talking about.

Although he was puzzled, Bai Feiyu had his own way to solve this confusion.

Whenever this happens, Bai Feiyu will boil a pot of wine and drink it alone.

One cup after another, one pot only.

Because I have the worst drinking ability, I will get drunk after just a few drinks.

If you drink alcohol at this time and use magic to relieve the alcohol odor, the meaning of drinking will be lost.

So Bai Feiyu allowed himself to get drunk because he would dream when he was drunk.

And after waking up from the dream, my mood will feel better inexplicably.

But Bai Feiyu will also forget what he dreamed about after he wakes up.

Bai Feiyu tried using magic to record his dreams, but found that if he did so, he would not dream at all.

This moment made Bai Feiyu very confused. What on earth did he encounter in his dream?

Now, as the God Lord, I still need to dream to feel happy?

"Already a monk who has become a saint, he is still a little sentimental. I am really acting like a little girl!" Bai Feiyu laughed dumbly at his worries about gains and losses.

It seems to be as warm as midsummer. When the enthusiasm is too much, you will feel extremely lonely.

Even with the company of his best friend from two lifetimes, Bai Feiyu felt that food was tasteless.

On this day, Bai Feiyu woke up from his drunken dream and looked at the increasing list of gods in front of him in a daze.

Suddenly interested, Bai Feiyu closed his eyes slightly and wandered for a moment. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were filled with coldness.

Although now he no longer participates in the canonization of gods, but lives in a palace above thirty-three days.

But now that Shinto has become a behemoth, it is running on its own.

Shinto develops rapidly, and naturally there will be some uneven development.

Now even after he became a saint, the gods began to become arrogant!

Even within the divine laws and edicts, some unscrupulous people took advantage of the loopholes and did that tyrannical and deceptive thing!

Bai Feiyu still knew that a thousand-mile embankment was destroyed by an ant nest.

"Although there are only signs, it is still early to remove the poison. Otherwise, if the poison is too deep, the building may collapse!" Bai Feiyu thought about it and prepared to discuss it with someone.

Thinking of this, Bai Feiyu no longer waited, and took a step forward, and Bai Feiyu came into the long river of time.

After the three of them separated that day, Chen Changsheng, who was originally the ancestral witch of the Wu clan, returned to the long river of time.

With the power of the twelve demon gods, Chen Changsheng turned into a boat, and Chen Changsheng sat on the boat and floated on the long river of time.

Bai Feiyu landed quietly at the stern of the boat, looking at Chen Changsheng who was staring at the river of time, curiously.

I saw the co-leader of the Wu clan, who was dressed in purple and extremely noble, with his sleeves rolled up, holding a carving knife in his hand, and gently carving something on the boat.

"What are you doing, senior brother?" Bai Feiyu, dressed in white, stood with his hands behind his hands and asked curiously.

"I'm observing my own timeline. Whenever we are together, I will carve a mark on the boat." Chen Changsheng said calmly.

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"Hahaha!" As if he heard something very funny, Bai Feiyu laughed so hard that he couldn't even lift his head.

Bai Feiyu, who still maintains the appearance of a young man, still has the liveliness of a young man, and his smile is particularly unscrupulous.

Chen Changsheng seemed to have ignored Bai Feiyu's ridicule.

Bai Feiyu laughed loudly: "Senior brother, isn't this all in vain? The river of time flows continuously, day and night, and the boat on the river moves with the river of time. Isn't it a waste of your efforts to carve traces on the boat?"

This second senior brother of mine is really old. How could he be doing nothing but searching for a sword in the long river of time?

Chen Changsheng looked at Bai Feiyu, who was laughing so hard that he couldn't even lift his head, and asked expressionlessly: "Is it funny?"

Bai Feiyu, who was laughing so much, stopped laughing instantly. Looking at Chen Changsheng who looked serious, Bai Feiyu coughed and said seriously: "Suddenly it doesn't feel funny anymore!"

"What do you want from me?" Chen Changsheng asked as he threw the carving knife in his hand and looked at the river of time in the distance.

Bai Feiyu, who was standing at the stern of the boat, said softly: "The next time the calamity is measured, the Wu clan will be in high demand. This is the general trend. Junior brother hopes to take this opportunity to ask senior brother to help Shinto clean up some moths!"

Chen Changsheng turned his head slightly, glanced at Bai Feiyu in surprise and said, "The Treasure Book of Gods is in your hand, and it is easy for you to prescribe some rubbish divine book?"

When Bai Feiyu heard Chen Changsheng's question, he laughed and shook his head and said, "How could you not know, senior brother? No matter how perfect the system is, people will take advantage of it and do wrong things in a reasonable and reasonable manner. As a god master, I follow the divine laws, but I don't. There are ways to punish him. If you punish him without authorization, I am afraid that people will be wrong, so..."

"So you want to kill someone with a borrowed knife, and treat me as the villain?" Chen Changsheng Shi Shiran stood up and said, taking the blame.

Bai Feiyu smiled helplessly and said, "I don't think my senior brother is talking about me like this. I just hope that my senior brother will be stricter in his methods."

"Okay, I understand, I agree to this!" Chen Changsheng waved his hand, indicating that Bai Feiyu could leave.

Bai Feiyu bowed slightly and disappeared into the river of time.

The long river of time beneath his feet stirred up waves of sound, and Chen Changsheng seemed as if he had not heard it.

After a long time, Chen Changsheng picked up the carving knife again and carved a mark on the boat.

On his own timeline, he had looked over the memory of the small mountain peak countless times, and he had carved numerous dense traces on the boat.

Chen Changsheng didn't know what he was looking for, but a voice in his heart told him that he had to find it!

Even the other two sages don't know why the Witch Clan is the most popular in the next calamity.

That's because the next calamity will fall on you!

The other two saints will never know that not only have they traveled from the future to the present, but they have also traveled from the present to the past again.

Using the Heart Ape as a guide, we lay out the space between heaven and earth.

I am the master, the master is me!

Integrating the Wu Clan and returning to the world was just something he did casually.

Compared with this incident, going back to the past and changing the world is what I am most proud of!

I have traveled from the future catastrophe to the past, and now this world no longer has the purgatory-like apocalypse of my previous life.

If you become a saint, your merits will be considered complete.

But Chen Changsheng is the most painful one among the three.

He has a stubborn personality and doesn't know what he is stubborn about.

But the stubbornness in my heart is increasing day by day and has not diminished at all.

I wandered in this long river of time all day long, watching my own timeline repeatedly, trying to find any clues in my life.

Scenes from the past kept appearing before his eyes.

The memory of his previous life gradually began to blur, but Chen Changsheng still remembered the pain caused by the catastrophe in his previous life.

And in this life, together with all my brothers and sisters, I have changed the world so that apocalyptic catastrophes will no longer come to this world.

Everything is so normal, everything is so agreeable.

Just like the protagonist in a play, time travel, change, success, and holiness.

It seems that Chen Changsheng was chosen by Heaven and Earth to travel back to the past just to make the world look like this.

Every step I took was extremely difficult, but now it has blossomed and achieved the holy status.

But why do I still feel unspeakable pain?

He had laid out the world with such great efforts, and now that he had become famous, Chen Changsheng felt extremely painful.

Chen Changsheng picked up the carving knife, looked at the sharp blade in front of him, and shook the childish thought out of his mind.

Let’s not talk about what changes will happen to the world if he commits suicide.

Now that he has become the most holy self, even if he wants to commit suicide, he may not be able to die.

Chen Changsheng leaned over again and carefully observed the timeline that he had read countless times.

This kind of pain cannot be described in words, it is more like a heavy snowfall, and there is nothing in the sky and earth. I stand alone in the heavy snow, searching hard.

The loneliness and loneliness in it are beyond words.

.....

The three seasonal moods of the three of them are put aside for now.

To the world, the third son of the Qingyun Sect has become a legend.

Three people become saints, but they are still from the same sect.

Such an honor has never been seen in heaven and earth.

The entire world now regards Qingyun Sect as the Holy Land of Enlightenment!

Today there is a shortage of great monks in the world, and the seeds left by all the sects have not yet grown up.

When the monk felt a little confused in his practice, he had the idea of ​​​​going to Qingyun Sect to enlighten himself.

For a time, Qingyun Sect seemed to have become the head of Xuanmen, the only righteous sect in the world!

It is the Qingyun Sect's headmaster who never sees anyone. I heard that the Qingyun Sect's headmaster is somewhat ignorant and unwilling to take over the position of headmaster.

...

As far as heaven and earth are concerned, the three saints restrain each other but also help each other.

Only then will the river of time not be like a pool of stagnant water, but will flow continuously.

Measuring the calamity has become a plot that the Three Saints can operate in advance, like a drama director, hiding behind the scenes.

All for the sake of peace between heaven and earth, the Three Saints will turn every catastrophe into a performance that the three of them understand well.

This method is feared by everyone.

As the price of becoming supreme.

If viewed in the eyes of other living beings, the current three saints would be a bit mediocre:

One locks himself deeply in chaos, as if the affairs of heaven and earth have nothing to do with him anymore.

A man would occasionally warm a pot of wine, and after drinking it, he would act drunkenly, shouting that he would have a dream that would make him happy.

A person who wanders on the long river of time all day long, turning over and over again to carve a boat and seek a sword.

Three Saints and Three Laws, but the mood is like the scenery of the three seasons.