Heavenly practice

"Burial Heaven and Earth..."

Long Xiang muttered to himself, and suddenly the corners of his mouth curled up, "This is my previous wish."

Lin Xieyang's eyes froze slightly, but he saw that he had already rushed into the square formation.

He smiled helplessly, and really felt that this child was very similar to his youth in the first life.

"senior."

Ning Feiyue looked at the man in front of her with doubts, "You just said...could it be Junior Brother Long Xiang?"

Lin Xieyang didn't respond directly, but sighed with a smile, "That should be about the Seventh World."

Ning Feiyue and Zhao Kongyuan looked at each other and took a deep breath.

They already knew who the person in front of them was, and also knew the relationship between him and the demigod Jiuge who had resurrected from the dead in Xujingtian. If he was Long Xiang's biological father, then it would be obvious who his biological mother was.

"But...but he is not yet a thousand years old this year, so your seventh life must be ten thousand years old?"

"There is no ten thousand years, just 4000 years."

Lin Xieyang's fingertips overflowed with silver light, surrounding the two of them, "Back then, Jiuge sealed him on Jiuyou's tree of reincarnation before going to the sea of ​​stars. When the world forgets her, that tree of reincarnation will wither , Long Xiang was sent to the side of the city lord and his wife in Hengyang City."

Helplessness flashed across his eyes, "I never thought that he would be another person chosen by heaven."

Ning Feiyue suddenly thought of something, as if struck by lightning, "I remember you are..."

"That's right, it's only a little bit close, and he and I are going to fight to the death."

Lin Xieyang shook his head and smiled, raised his head to meet the thunder cloud sea above his head, his eyes were full of fighting intent, "Heaven is ruthless, it's really well-intentioned."

The words disappeared before the two of them, and Ning Feiyue watched the white light rush towards the black sea of ​​calamity above her head.

Zhao Kongyuan was dumbfounded when he heard that, "He just said that Long Xiang is...the child of him and the demigod Jiuge?"

"good."

Ning Feiyue's eyes were cold, "The way of heaven is to make their father and son kill each other."

Shocked, Zhao Kongyuan felt complicated, "Did Shen Zhuo arrange it or..."

He didn't ask further. After all, the so-called Yitiandao was also created by Shen Zhuo. All of this...was also arranged by Shen Zhuo. I'm afraid Yitiandao would also feel wronged. He obviously came according to the creator's will. Yes, why everything suddenly changed.

"retreat!"

Yun Jiuge yelled loudly, and everyone in the formation retreated quickly, leaving Zhaori Xuegong standing in the center, with countless formations floating from her feet and gradually spreading.

Everyone watched Zhaori Xuegong's black hair turn white, and the countless flowing formations spread out in an instant, covering the entire Central Continent outside of Qinyang Mountain.

"Master Asahi Pavilion—"

Ning Feiyue watched in horror as the beautiful girl in the middle of the formation gradually turned into an old man with white hair.

"Only the Destiny Clan can achieve God's will and capture the traces of Heaven. No one can do this."

Yun Jiuge glanced over the crowd, with a solemn expression, "You have all done your best."

In that distant land of wind and snow, Shen Zhuo stood in the vast white snow, looking up at the silver light flying from afar, with a smile in his eyes.

The wind and snow intensified, and he couldn't see the scenery in front of him clearly. In the blurred wind and snow, a white figure walked towards him.

Dressed in white clothes, with black hair, Shen Zhuo smiled helplessly as he saw the person in front of him who looked exactly like himself looking at him with indifference and hatred.

"you hate me?"

"Shouldn't you hate it?"

"No, it's just that you shouldn't have hatred, you are the heavenly way of ruthless and desireless."

Shen Zhuo raised his eyebrows, "I'm just a fake."

Tiandao's eyes were cold, "But they all think you are real."

"I'm sorry, but you have to disappear."

"I can not be reconciled."

"I can listen to you."

"All of this was arranged by you. The flaws of the Destiny Clan, the decline of the ancient clans, the demise of the Yuan Clan, and the fate of all people were all arranged by you. You are the chief culprit. You are a liar."

Tiandao gritted his teeth and stared at him, "Damn you."

"I know."

Shen Zhuo looked calm, "Many things can't be right or wrong, no one is truly selfless...except you, because you are the way of heaven, but I am not, I am just an ordinary person, possessing all emotions and six desires, and can show off my emotions I went to save a passer-by with a kind heart, but I couldn't just watch all beings live in peace, but I lost my love, so... I'm sorry."

"Ah."

Tiandao sneered, and walked towards him step by step, "But you won't see him again."

"I got it."

Shen Zhuo twitched the corner of his mouth, "I thought I could influence you with my heart, maybe I can survive, but it seems that the chance is too small."

A ferocious and crazy killing intent appeared in Tiandao's eyes, and he stretched out his hand towards him.

"It's troublesome."

Shen Zhuo tilted his head and smiled towards the direction behind him, a little helpless, "He's a bit difficult to coax, please don't take offense."

The voice was swallowed by the endless whistling wind and snow, the white snow field was cracked one after another, covering the snow field like spider webs, the sky was covered with snow and dust, and the towering snow mountains toppled down.

The snow field was torn apart and sank completely into the bottom of the sea. The empty and boundless sea was covered with white snow. In the end, only the ice and snow palace floating in the air remained, dreamy and beautiful like a mirage.

The four-year-old child stood on the Shenxuan and looked down at the ruins. He looked down at the ring in his palm, held it tightly, turned and walked into the Shenxuan.

The wind brought the snow on this snowfield to the distant peak of Santu Peak, and a piece of transparent snow fell on the chessboard.

Chang Ming's hand suddenly stopped.

A gentle invisible force picked up the solitary snowflake and landed on his open palm.

Yun Qin looked at the snowflake, his eyes moved slightly, and he felt the burning breath on it.

It was the real Shen Zhuo's breath, not Lu Chen's.

Chang Ming gently held the small and delicate snowflake, and slowly closed his dark eyes.

The black and white chess pieces on the chessboard were covered by a layer of white frost. Yun Qin looked down at the ice on his fingertips with serious eyes, and the next moment he raised his head to look at the sky above the peak of Santu Peak.

Countless transparent ice suddenly condensed in that calm void, freezing the flowing spiritual energy, as if a beautiful picture of hundreds of flowers bloomed on the top of Santu Peak.

The huge divine sculpture carved out of ice and snow quietly appeared in front of them. The door of the temple opened, and a three or four-year-old child came out with a bare head. His dark eyes were like a deep pool, calm and unwavering. , like an old man who has seen the vicissitudes of life and death.

The light in front of them flashed by, and the young boy appeared in front of the two of them in a blink of an eye. His clear and calm eyes were fixed on Chang Ming, and he stretched out his hand at the same time.

There was a ring lying in the small palm, and a delicate and small transparent stone was inlaid on the silver ring, exuding dazzling brilliance, exquisite and translucent, like colorful rays of light.

Chang Ming spread out his hand, and the piece of Yuehua in his palm was still lying there intact, and the silver ring on the child's hand flew to his palm, covering the snowflake.

He looked down at the ring, the silver ring, the clear stone, reflecting the sunlight, clean like someone's eyes.

Rubbing the angular transparent stone with his fingers, Chang Ming looked down quietly, "What did he say?"

"He said, you are a bit difficult to coax, so let me not take offense." The childish voice was composed with a calmness that did not match his age.

"He is afraid that I will vent my anger on you, or, on the whole of Central Continent."

Chang Ming's voice was unprecedentedly gentle and calm. He lowered his head and quietly looked at the ring in his palm, "But the person who should be angered the most is me."

Yun Qin was shocked at the side, but still suppressed the turbulent emotions, and cupped his hands to the child, "I don't know... Shen Zhuo..."

"he died."

The child's voice was as crisp as a wind chime, but it cut through the aura of Santu Peak like a cold and bloody knife.

"Clap."

The chess piece at the fingertips suddenly fell off.

Yun Qin opened his eyes wide and forgot to breathe for a moment.