Chapter 1395 The original question, the current answer

Chapter 1395 The original question, the current answer

"With no other way out, where else to go?"

The majestic voice of the Emperor of Heaven seemed to ring directly in the heart of Taoist Qisha, shaking his calm ocean of thoughts and trembling the aura of his nature that dwelled at infinite heights, making him feel only fear and despair, no fighting spirit, and surrounded by enemies on all sides. In this way, I just want to put down the sword in my hand, lower my head, surrender to the other party, and get protection in exchange.

With this thought, the Minghai Sword suddenly trembled, and the patternless black blade swung out in circles with murderous intent, cutting off the hesitation, fear, and despair in the hearts of the Seven Killers, and shattering the surrounding time that was solidified like amber.

The eyes of Taoist Qisha flashed with fierceness, containing the purest and most original intention of killing. The Taoist body turned into light and rubbed into the evil sword of the underworld, rising up with a dark sword light that killed all living things and killed all the heaven and earth, piercing the time. , split the long river, brought about the suspension of time and space, and struck at the Emperor of Heaven. He wanted to cut the symbol of this era under his sword and kill the foundation of the existence of all things.

The Emperor of Heaven was hazy, as if he were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers. He stretched out his hand calmly, and the little sword lights gathered together to form a little wave of light. He was right in front of the dark Pilian. Both of them were frozen at the junction of boundless chaos and the long river of time. The gaps seem to have evolved into a lifelike picture.

Suddenly, a wave of light erupted, penetrating the dark sword light, extending to the long-gone past, connecting the illusory time and the long river of destiny, and figures emerged inside, all of them were the Taoist Seven Killers of the past.

The past where He was cut off by the Nether Sea Sword was "forced out" by the Emperor of Heaven at this moment, and the illusory brand turned into a real existence!

The past reappears, and the Seven Kills Taoist is sleeping outside the world, waiting for the coming of the doomsday and the instructions of the Demon Buddha, and the Seven Kills Monument is erected in front of him.

Silently, the Qishao Monument glowed with a clear light on its own, as if it had awakened some brand, and suddenly flew towards Qisha Taoist, enveloping him within.

The Emperor of Heaven has gone back in time and left an indelible mark on the Emperor's Stone Tablet that originally belonged to him, which lasted until it became the Seven Kills Monument, and lasted until the "present day" when he suddenly launched an attack!

The dim light flashed, and the Minghai Sword traveled back through time, shot out from Qisha Taoist's eyebrows, and hit the stone tablet with a clang, causing it to lose its pure light, lose its vitality, and begin to decay.

At this time, Taoist Seven Kills had successfully cultivated and was about to cause a monstrous massacre in the real world. He looked confused and fearful, and saw himself standing in a palm that seemed to cover the sky, small and small. It was like dust, and the palm of this hand was dark and sinister, floating with red and black luster, and looming reverse swastikas.

Looking along the palm, we can see a filthy and deep arm, and this arm is just an ordinary arm among twenty or thirty arms. It is neither holding a human skin wooden fish nor holding a bone rosary.

The owner of these arms is a terrifying evil demon that fills the heavens. It looks like the King of Fear and the fallen Buddha. Dozens of eyes are densely watching Qisha Taoist with a cruel smile. It was the person who originally turned Qisha Taoist into his own puppet. The devil Buddha!

"You can escape for a while, but you can't escape for a lifetime without surrendering again!"

The voice of the demon Buddha was booming, shaking the heavens, and the devil's methods of intimidation, bewitchment, and seduction were used to the extreme.

Taoist Qisha trembled all over, and the fear that even the Minghai Sword could not kill him filled his whole body. He just wanted to surrender, serve him respectfully, humiliate himself and beg for his life, and wait for the future.

His brows split open, and the Dark Sea Sword shot out again. A bit of ghostly light went straight to the demon Buddha, disrupting the voice that confuses the gods.

However, as a result, the history of confrontation with the Emperor of Heaven was suddenly in danger, and the light of Buddha shone down on these two periods of history, and the voice of "put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately" echoed in the ears of Taoist Qisha.

Amitabha did not give up and took action again!

Even an ancient person, the Dark Sea Sword can only resist for a few breaths. Now facing three people, there is really no reason to be spared. Therefore, a feeling of despair and coldness occupied the heart of Qisha Taoist, and even because he could not Looking back at the past, it was difficult to grasp the specific details only through the Sword of the Underworld, and I felt that the fate was completely determined by the other party's thoughts. I could only hope that the three ancients would care about each other and restrain each other.

At this time, in a period of history, the Black Mountain Old Demon was outside the world.

Taoist Qisha, who had tiredness in his brows and eyes, looked at the little exterior master in front of him, and blurted out in shock: "You are the real old Black Mountain demon!"

He smiled slightly:

"Sleeping the Dharma body, getting rid of distractions, going through reincarnations, and waiting for the great tribulation is a good way to extend life. But he actually wants to see the past life and eradicate the past, which is really overestimating his ability."

"All his plots and plans are in my sight. There is no secret at all. This ending is destined, do you think so?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed that the little grandmaster opposite him showed a leisurely smile, raised his hand and pointed out, his voice was ethereal and could be heard:

"He is doomed and his ending is hard to change. What about you? Are you willing to accept that your own end is also doomed?"

This...he is not a weak grandmaster, but a big shot on the other side! Multiple images flashed in Taoist Qisha's mind, making his eyes freeze.

Combined with the bits and pieces transmitted by the Underworld Sword, he saw his "current" desperate situation, saw the giant palm of Buddha's light, the clear light stone tablet and the red and black reverse swastika.

Destined, doomed?

Are you really willing to do that?

The little master of exterior scenes in front of us was not controlled by others at first, but he finally broke free from the control, jumped out of the sea of ​​suffering, and achieved the real and true realm of the other side!

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, a glimmer of hope, I will never give up!

As his thoughts turned, he saw a bright and perfect precious light rising behind the head of Meng Qi, who was only at the Grandmaster level, illuminating his soul. He spoke in a misty and grand voice:

"I have borrowed the Seven Killings Monument for help several times, and I am here today to repay you."

"If you enter the Yuxu Palace, you will be a guest official, not my servant or puppet. If you have the opportunity to reach the other side in the future, I am willing to help you."

"It's just that you are too murderous, and you have to read the moral code and refine your heart from time to time."

The Seven Killings Taoist was stunned. He didn't expect that Yuanshi Tianzun Su Meng still remembered his little cause and effect. Seeing that there was no way to escape, it seemed that taking shelter in the Yuxu Palace was the best choice.

At this moment, Meng Qi's smiling expression became solemn, and he shouted:

"In today's world, any other side may cooperate with the devil in the future, but I will never do so. What are you still hesitating about?"

Yes, Yuanshi Tianzun Su Meng and the devil are in a relationship of you or me, and they are irreconcilable! The Qisha Taoist's thoughts raced, and he finally made up his mind. He lowered his head and bowed respectfully:

"Greetings to the headmaster!"

"Good!" Meng Qi laughed, and the Taishang Wuji Yuanshi Qingyun flew out from above his head. With a wave of his sleeves, he took the Qisha Taoist and the Minghai Sword into it, so that all his past and future possibilities were pulled and curled up by Wuji, avoiding the closing giant palm of the demon Buddha, avoiding the shrouded stone tablet light, avoiding the sound of Amitabha Buddha putting down the butcher knife, and rolled into a small chaotic ball, followed the main body, and also threw it into the sleeve.

Then, he put away the clear round light and chaotic Qingyun behind his head, put his sleeves behind his back, and leisurely returned to Yuxu Palace.

Between heaven and earth, everything returned to calm.

When Meng Qi raised his sleeves again and released the Qisha Taoist, his past and future began to be affected by the Minghai Sword again, and were constantly cut off, leaving only the brand, without having to worry about being quietly affected by other shores.

Sitting cross-legged in the Jade Purity Palace, the Seven Killings Taoist held a sword across his knees, looking at Meng Qi, the Yuanshi Tianzun, who lived in the dark chaos and seemed to have created all the heavens and worlds. His eyes flickered and his emotions were complicated. Finally, he sighed deeply, stood up and saluted, and left respectfully, reading the moral code in the meditation room.

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The Emperor of Heaven did not feel depressed after failing to subdue the Seven Killings Taoist. Instead, he returned to the top of the Nine Heavens and returned to the withered Jianmu tree.

His eyes were deep, and he suddenly stretched out his right hand and slashed a shimmering knife light towards the fairyland below, stirring up the mysterious and subtle years.

The heavenly soldiers and generals and star officials who were frozen in the fragments of various fairylands suddenly resumed the flow of vitality, "walked" out of the static time, resurrected, and greeted the Emperor of Heaven.

In this process, the lower the realm, the less affected by the eternal time, and at the legendary level, it is difficult to survive in this way.

Countless heavenly soldiers and generals, star officials and gods returned, as if they had slept from ancient times to the current node, making the dead and lonely fairyland rejuvenated with colors, noisy and lively, but the third and second layers destroyed by Meng Qi, as well as the battlefield on the other side, could never be restored.

As his former subordinates woke up one by one, the Emperor of Heaven kept flashing with light, as if lighting up the bright stars one by one, stringing them into a sea of ​​light, and re-extracting the authority of the past from countless weak blessings!

Things that have not ended in ancient times will be completely ended at the end of the world!