Heavenly practice

This catastrophe swept across the entire world of Central Continent, from the polar region in the north, the ancient desert in the west, the sea of ​​innocence in the east, and the land of luxuriant dew in the south, and visions arose everywhere.

By the ninth day of No.40, the world was full of demons and grievances, and the human race was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. People in all cities saw a dark crack in the sky, and countless grievances howled and bit. Cannibals.

"The way of heaven is dead, the catastrophe has arrived, and this world... is about to end."

"How could..."

"..."

That blood rain came fiercely and quickly, as if it was going to topple the entire Central Continent, but within an hour, the world was submerged in the crimson blood, and mourning was everywhere.

The monks who came from Yujian stood in the air and looked at the hell on earth under their feet, but they were helpless. They could only stand in the monstrous blood rain and watch at a loss.

"Why..."

"Where is the way of heaven?"

"This is God's punishment..."

"..."

There was a sound of swords, and everyone looked up. Countless figures from the eastern land flew from afar, and monks in robes with cloud patterns on a white background stepped on their swords and scattered into various parts of the world.

"What are you still doing? Save people!"

With a loud shout, those monks came back to their senses in an instant, their hearts were agitated, and they rushed into the crowd and started to save people.

In front of the huge Cangwu tree, Qi Yang led a group of Feng clan to guard the enchantment at the entrance of Fengchi, resisting the invasion of evil spirits, and behind them, Feng Yufei, who was dressed in red, turned into a fire phoenix and bathed in Nirvana. The fire fell on the Cangwu tree.

In an instant, countless phantoms of phoenixes appeared on the towering Cangwu tree, all covered in red flames, reborn from the ashes, and the crimson light instantly enveloped the entire Fengchi.

Standing in the flames, Feng Yufei curled the corners of her mouth and waved her hands to transmit the sound, "Fengchi is safe."

This sound-transmitting talisman turned into a red phoenix feather and flew from Fengchi to the distant Lingshan Void Heaven.

At the same time, sound transmission talismans from all over the world entered the gate of the Void Realm with different lights, and stopped one by one in front of the woman in white in front of the Lixiao Palace.

"Beichuan is well!"

"Hello, Penglai!"

"Hasuku is well."

"Xuan Tong is well!"

"Jinyang City is safe."

"..."

"Santu Peak... well!"

Hearing these words, a smile appeared in Yun Jiuge's eyes, and a disciple of Void Realm Heaven appeared behind him while raising his hand, "Void Realm Heaven is safe."

Up to this point, Changming still can't understand, Shen Zhuo has arranged all this before stepping into the reincarnation, he was even drinking and talking with everyone with a smile a few hours ago, but now those words It was like a knife cutting into his heart.

Every step he made was forcing Shen Zhuo to where he is now.

The world is vast, and love is like a fleeting wind, but he miscalculated such a person.

If he hadn't opened the gate of time and space and brought that person to him, everything would have been different.

Chang Ming didn't know, he never regretted anything, even if he cheated Shen Zhuo and chose his own destiny, but at this moment...he regretted it a little.

What if he can't find Shen Zhuo again?

How to do?

He doesn't know.

He looked up at Yun Jiuge who was standing on the steps, turned and left, with dazzling silver hair and a clean black robe, "Let's go."

Yun Jiuge smiled, and a golden long sword appeared in his palm, "Rush to the aid of Daxia!"

"Yes!"

All the sects of cultivating immortals have settled down, thus forming a partition circle, which to a certain extent prevents the spread of evil energy and resentment towards the middle. However, the Great Xia in the middle includes many ordinary people who cannot even resist ordinary natural disasters. .

The torrential rain lasted for several days, the rocks collapsed, the houses were washed away, and countless cries sounded. The Great Xia Dynasty sent all the soldiers and monks to rescue people, and even Prince Su Tianxing accompanied him.

At dawn on the third day of No. 60, the blood-red rain stopped suddenly, and the world was covered with a vast ocean, the plague was raging, where the resentment passed, evil spirits ran rampant, and where the devilish energy passed, monsters and beasts were killed.

Everyone in the Immortal Cultivation Alliance was in a mess and exhausted. Looking at the barren world in front of them, their hearts were full of despair. The people of Great Xia looked up hopelessly at the sky above their heads...

Another day at dawn, the rays of the rising sun seemed to be extraordinarily bright, even shining into the black crack across the sky.

A woman dressed in white appeared in the sky east of the rising sun. She was holding a long sword, and with a smile on her face, she stepped towards the crowd step by step.

At the same time, a silver-haired man in a black robe appeared in the western sky of the sunset. He looked down at the broken world indifferently, and walked step by step coldly and indifferently.

The monks all over Daxia raised their heads to look at the two people at the same time. Some people recognized the man with silver hair and black robe, but no one recognized the woman in white.

Until she raised the golden sword in her hand, the dazzling golden light was like the moonlight piercing the night, and someone exclaimed——

"Yuehua?!"

"That's... Yuehua Sword?"

"Hanchuan Yuehua, Yun's Nine Songs..."

"how is this possible……"

"Half God... Nine Songs!"

"She... isn't she dead?"

"Could it be someone from Void Realm Heaven?"

"Impossible! The Yuehua sword was forged by the demigod Jiuge's soul. When Jiuge fell, Yuehua disappeared with it. There is no way a second person can use it."

"Can……"

"..."

Among all the astonished monks, there was a man wearing common clothes and holding a bamboo flute, looking up at the woman in white with soft eyes. The white clothes were spotless, not even soaked by blood rain.

"I, Yun's Nine Songs, the eighth generation leader of Xujingtian."

"I, Chang Ming of the Yuan Clan, the Lord of the Three Paths Peak in the Lingdu."

Everyone lost their words, their minds went blank, and they just listened blankly to the voice of the two people piercing through the sky, and the sound shook all over Central Continent.

"Today, according to the order of heaven, divide Central Continent into two parts. From then on, there will only be mortals in the world."

After the words fell, the two stood facing each other in mid-air and formed seals. The mountains, rivers and great rivers in the center of Zhongzhou turned into countless silver streaks, and the light became more and more bright, and finally covered the entire world, and everyone closed their eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, it was twilight, the sunset was accompanied by a little smoke, the crack that tore the sky had disappeared, the soil was clean and moist under my feet, there was no blood-red rain, and the monks who stepped on the flying swords were nowhere to be seen .

The bewildered mortals stared blankly at all this, and did not move for a long time, until the deep night fell, and the sky was filled with stars, when a dog sounded, a rooster crowed two or three times, a nightingale flapped its wings and slipped into the dense grass .

Only then did everyone wake up, and found that the surrounding world had changed a lot, the fairy mountains and pavilions in the distance were no longer, replaced by ordinary mountains and rivers, and there were no monks flying around above their heads, everything was strange and familiar, only the silence .

"Shall we... go home?" Someone asked cautiously.

After a moment of silence, someone echoed, "Go back, go back."

So countless inexplicable mortals returned to their homes, and then found that their family members who should have died in the natural disaster were waiting for them anxiously at the door. go home.

People were stunned and confused, but in the end, only the excitement and joy of the rest of their lives remained. At the end of the disaster, only the black and white figures remained in their memory.

It must have been a miracle, they thought.

And in a place they didn't know, in another world full of aura that blended with this world, all the monks found that mortals disappeared without a trace, but the black and white figure still stood there, like a sculpture generally.