Jinjiang system is so old

Above the sky, there are vast clouds, and the sun, moon and stars are sinking under the feet. Several magnificent palaces are looming in the sky.The palace seems to have stood here since ancient times, full of quaint vicissitudes.

Outside the palace, a towering tree stands above the floating clouds. Its branches are as thick as a horned dragon, and its branches and leaves are as huge as an umbrella. It soars into the sky, as if it wants to cover the sky and the earth.The leaves are dotted with mottled light spots, full of vigor and vitality.The breeze blows, and the fresh breath falls from the trees, just like the unpolluted air in nature, ethereal and clear.

A man in white was standing in front of the big tree with a scepter in his hand. His whole body exuded a cold breath, as if looking at the vast starry sky through the big tree.

He has been standing here for a long time, letting the breeze toss his long pale golden hair, still like a rock, standing still, undisturbed by everything.

Fang interrupted him until a person came behind him.

"Mu Qing blew himself up and died." The visitor's voice was flat, without any emotion.

The man in white didn't react when he heard the words, as if the shocking news had no effect on him.

"Why, don't you want to visit him?" There was a bit of sarcasm in the visitor's tone, but the man in white just replied coldly: "I know."

"Heh..." The corner of the visitor's mouth was drawn into a deeper ironic smile, his long eyebrows were raised, and he said in an indifferent way, "It's really heartless, it's useless for him to cut off love and love for you, and cultivate to become a fairy."

The man in white turned his side slightly, revealing his perfect profile, his eyes slowly raised, and it took him a long time to put the figure of the visitor into his eyes: "You talk too much."

The visitor didn't even twitch his brows, and his eyes swept over the face of the man in white: "There is no medicine for regret in this world."

"What about you?" The white-clothed man tightened his scepter, and it shook a wave of air on the ground, "Dixuan."

The person who came was actually Emperor Xuan who had disappeared in front of Meng Yunjue that day. At this moment, he was wearing a purple robe with wide sleeves, a gold seal on his waist, and a scepter several inches high in his hand. breath.Dixuan smiled instead of answering the man in white's question: "It's rare, you care about me."

"Pretending to be sentimental." The man in white sarcastically said unceremoniously, but Di Xuan, who was always proud, didn't get angry. Instead, he said with a smile, "Di Yao, I'm different from you."

"The result is the same." The white-clothed man named Di Yao turned around completely. His appearance was exactly the same as Di Xuan's. It was like the rising sun, full of warmth, but the words he uttered were cold and ruthless, "We are all on different sides of the sky."

"You think so?" Di Xuan raised his eyebrows, even more ironically.

"Your and my identity determine everything."

"Destined? Oh, it's funny, I am the sky, I am the earth, who in the world can predestinate my affairs!" Di Xuan's eyes froze, and a sharp look shot out of them.

Di Yao's face remained motionless, as cold as usual, like frost in the cold winter, cold to the bone, ruthless and thorough.

"Don't compare me with you." Dixuan flung his sleeves and left, with a wind blowing in his sleeves, and sent something meaningful, "If a mortal dies, I will at least go and bury him. And you," the breeze blew gently, carrying There was a little warmth, but he couldn't stop his sarcastic remarks, "But I won't."

Seeing Di Xuan turned and left, Di Yao couldn't help asking: "Where are you going?"

Without turning his head, Dixuan solemnly said: "Go to a popular place." After saying that, he felt a little empty, opened the world-transmitting gate and left.

The world changed suddenly, and when the world-transmitting gate disappeared, he had already arrived in the human world.Slightly filthy air rushed in, and Di Xuan, who hadn't gotten used to it, frowned, and waved his hands to disperse the turbid air around him.Suddenly, the seal of heaven on his forehead was hot, emitting light, and a picture appeared in front of his eyes.

Thousands of miles high in the sky, Meng Yunjue controlled the Soul-devouring Underworld Beast with his own strength, and took him into slavery, but for some reason, it fell from the sky, and Meng Yunjue had no countermeasures.

"Huh?" Di Xuan pointed his finger at the seal of the seal of heaven, and recited it with heart, and was startled to realize that the spiritual power of Meng Yun Jue was gone, not a single bit left.

You are so bold, mortal.

This time, you will owe my life again.

A smile passed across Dixuan's face, and he leaped up into the sky suddenly, piercing through the clouds.

The floating clouds suddenly danced wildly as if they were being stirred, and suddenly, a purple light burst out from within the clouds.

A clear howl resounded from the clouds, and the sky and the earth darkened suddenly. Purple lightning gathered from all directions and fell on the clouds with a crackling sound.Suddenly, a huge monster with the head of a dragon and the body of a lion came out through the clouds, its wings trembled, and thunder gathered on its wings, entwined with purple lightning, lightning flashed and thunder roared, piercing the clouds and splitting the sky, flapping its wings and flying towards the place where Meng Yunjue was.

Speeding like lightning, the huge monster appeared under Meng Yunjue in the blink of an eye like an arrow flying off the string.The broad wings flicked vigorously, firmly connecting them to his back.

Meng Yunjue, who was falling, suddenly felt his back sinking, and he fell on the object. When he touched the object under his body, the first thing he felt was the soft fur, and then the warm body temperature.

what?He quickly turned over, and a huge monster came into his eyes. It was purple all over, with the head of a dragon and the body of a lion. The wings stretched several feet long, shaped like the wings of a bat. Auspicious clouds form its wing body, and when it flaps its wings, countless purple lights emit purple light.

This is... "Mingxu!"

The portrait of Mingxu in his memory rushed out of his mind, and Meng Yunjue's face was startled. The person Taihao had been looking for for many years suddenly appeared in front of him, what an irony.

"Huh?" Suddenly, sitting down, Mingxu made a questioning sound. Meng Yunjue fell into deep thought after hearing the words. Although it was just a simple tone word, it made him feel familiar, as if... When he recognized the voice, suddenly his head was heavy, as if being pierced by some force, his eyes turned black, and after shaking a few times, he fell on Mingxu's body with a puff, unconscious.

When darkness fell in front of his eyes, his past memories were suddenly opened like a dusty Pandora's box. Along with the smoke and dust, demonic memory fragments rushed out and filled his mind.

The sun was just rising that day, and the little skull waved at him behind him, but he resolutely left the world of dead spirits and returned to the world of humans.

That day when the red sun was just rising, Dixuan lay quietly on the cold jade bed, smiling and disappearing into aura.

As the day came to an end, Master Taihao smiled and said goodbye resolutely, at the price of sacrificing himself, he was wiped out in ashes.

Life is farewell to death.

It's not that he has never seen life and death, but this is the first time that he is so painful that he can't speak.Obviously the real Taihao is right in front of him, obviously he can save the real Taihao as long as he stretches out his hand, and obviously the real Taihao can not die.

However, Master Taihao just passed away in front of his eyes, without warning, without preparation, and left...

It was as if the heart was blocked by a big rock, and it was so heavy that it was difficult to breathe.

They used to hold wine to each other, they used to fight and learn from each other, they used to talk about the mountains and rivers, and they used to...

There was also the little skeleton who had accompanied him through life and death, and Di Xuan who had unintentionally helped him several times, they all bid farewell to him.

The world is impermanent, and we can't ask for the banquet to last forever, but whether we can make time stop at the moment they leave, so that he can take a more look at the person who is about to part.

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world.

A tear was hanging in the corner of his eye. When the memories of the past were repeatedly wandering in his mind, he finally shed a tear without disappointment.

In an instant, it was as if the emotions that had been accumulated for many years were vented, and the closed gate was broken open. The spiritual power that had been blocked for a long time in the body swam along with the emotions, and suddenly surged upwards, opening the chest and abdomen spiritual area that had been blocked for a long time.

At the same time, Yuanli suddenly stretched out, showing the appearance of chest and abdomen.The surging spiritual power surged through the chest and abdomen spirit area, and finally spread to every corner evenly.

Unexpectedly, he actually broke through the great realm in the perception of life and death.

Really, sadly.

He smirked at the corner of his mouth self-deprecatingly, and finally fell into a deep sleep exhausted.

When he came out of his long-term memory, what he entered was the pitch-black night.

He remembered that it was daytime when he fell asleep, why did he sleep for so long.

"Breaking through the great realm, and waking up so quickly, mortal, you really opened my eyes."

The familiar male voice filled his ears, Meng Yunjue followed the prestige, and saw Di Xuan, who had not appeared for a long time, with his arms folded, leaning against a big tree, smiling at the common people.

Meng Yunjue ignored him, eager to find Taihao's soul fragments, and found that those fragments formed a spherical shape, floating in front of him intact.Relaxed in one breath, he looked at Dixuan without any surprise, instead got up and grabbed Dixuan's lapel, his complexion was as dark as a dark night, and his voice was full of questioning: "What is your relationship with Master Taihao?"

"Mortal," Dixuan's brows were filled with displeasure, he flicked his fingers, and wanted to open Meng Yunjue's hand, but unexpectedly he grasped it even tighter, completely ignoring the red back of his hand, Dixuan's brows sank, The voice became deeper, "No one dares to talk to me like that, you'd better not try to end my anger."

Meng Yunjue pursed his lips, and after thinking for a while, considering Dixuan's temperament, he let go of his hand in order not to cause trouble, but the questioning in his eyes remained unchanged: "What is your relationship with the real Taihao?"

Dixuan straightened his clothes, brushed off the dust on his skirt in distaste, and asked indifferently, "Why do you think I have something to do with Mu Qing?"

"Mu Qing" is the common name of Daoist Taihao, from Dixuan's mouth at this moment, it has a somewhat meaningful taste.

"Realist Taihao has the same imprint on your forehead. He has been looking for Mingxu all these years, and you," Mingxu's voice and Dixuan's voice merged into one without any conflict. Yun Jue tried his best to calm down, and said in a low voice, "It's Mingxu."