Nightfall Chapter 102: Out of that day

A few miles away-inside the abandoned pavilion, the second senior brother looked at the direction of the mountain indifferently. At the previous moment, the mountain suddenly disappeared, and it no longer existed either by naked eyes or by perception.

Chen Pipi stood behind the second brother, scratching his head in an unbearable heart.

The great priest of Guangming and Master Yan Se, such two superpowers who know the pinnacle of fate, and may even have passed the five and a half steps, can not be seen casually. For decades, except for the little master The ups and downs that the sword has cut through are only a few games, how can he not be curious?

Obviously there is nothing but wind and snow over there, but the second senior brother still looks at that place indifferently, as if seeing everything that happened there clearly, there is no crystal light in his eyes, and It was filled with a very serious and righteous aura, no matter the wind, snow, and fallen leaves, I avoided it with fear.

Chen Pipi knew that the second brother could see the movement on the mountain, and nervously rubbed his hands and asked, "What's the situation with brother now? Has it started? Sangsang should be fine, right? Otherwise, I can't explain to the younger brother. ."

The second brother frowned slightly, and said impatiently: "Shut up and look good."

Chen Pipi shut up immediately, and she wondered, how can she look good if she can't see it?

Master Yan Se took out something from his arms and solemnly handed it to Sangsang, and then confessed a few words.

The Great Priest Guangming looked at Sangsang with affection, put a waist card gently in her hand, and then touched her head.

What I said at this time was all last words, and all the things I confessed were funerals, but I don't know who said the last words, and who will really leave a lot of funerals, which needs to be dealt with by Sangsang.

Master Yan Se walked to the edge of the cliff, closed his eyes and meditated.

Guangming Grand Shrine walked to the other side of the cliff and calmly watched the sunrise in the snow.

Master Yan Se opened his eyes.

The great priest of Guangming retracted his gaze.

Master Yan Se stared at the calm face of his old friend, and suddenly laughed, with his right hand sticking out the Taoist sleeve and gently waving it, intentionally or unconsciously, it became a big talisman. The talisman is so powerful and unspeakable. As a result, thousands of tens of thousands of rocks rise from the ground, densely distributed in the air like countless huge frozen raindrops.

The slender fingers, which seemed to have red sleeves for the plump and tenderness of the girl, trembled slightly, and the mountain characters moved.

The mountains and plains are like solidified rocks, roaring and falling down, like a majestic rainstorm on a summer night, bombarding the mountains, instantly causing numerous holes in the hard cliffs, splashing out to cover the sky The gravel dust of the day.

The great priest of Guangming stood calmly in the stone rain, with his right hand raised above the top, as if the cotton-padded jacket with the taste of hot and sour noodle soup and chicken soup was slightly shaken, a masterpiece of magic.

The tip of that white jade index finger burned with a touch of divine brilliance, divine radiance did not emit any power, but it was so pure and holy, no matter what it was swaying in the sky and stone rain, it did not go out after all.

The splendor that stretches to the sky is immortal, and the stone rain falling in the sky will not touch the old quilted jacket on the old man.

The terrifying rain of stone is still falling, and the splashed gravel continues to flow into the stone rain again. It seems that there will never be a stop, and the falling snowflakes have long been afraid of where they have gone.

The stone rain in front of him slanted suddenly, unable to avoid it.

Wu Tianshenhui, who hovered at the tip of his index finger that stretched out into the air, suddenly brightened, shining incomparably clear on the cliffs that were suppressed by the rain and snow, and the flowers, plants, and trees all showed their essential appearance.

The morning sun has moved behind the clouds.

The index finger between the cliffs, pointing to the sky, gave birth to a rising sun.

Bright is compassionate and indifferent, gentle and powerful.

It's everywhere, it's everywhere.

Those who follow it will walk in the light, those who abandon it will walk in the darkness and will be destroyed.

The rocks between the cliffs, the grass between the rocks, the rustling flowers, the trees, and the people under the trees are all overlooked by the light, so they are timid.

The stone rain will never rise again.

So the snowflakes fell from the sky again, falling on the invisible rainbow barrier outside the mountain, turning into seven colors.

Master Yan Se slowly opened his eyes, feeling the purest sense of light in the world, and looked at the tens of thousands of snowflakes in the colorful dawn outside the cliff with a blank expression, and gently disturbed his sleeves.

Dao sleeves traversed in front of him, like a straight horizontal line, whistling glass wind, sweeping all obstacles.

As the sleeves danced horizontally, the faint horizontal stone gap on the cliff on the mountainside suddenly became clear.

The two muddy roads in the miscellaneous trees in the mountains suddenly became hard. The thin mud softened by the melting snow instantly became harder than the rock, and the mud seemed to become a miniature river and mountain.

A dance of the sleeves is a horizontal line, and the gap between the cliffs and rocks is another horizontal line.

The two muddy mountain roads that have become great rivers and mountains are two verticals.

Two horizontal and two vertical. Both sides are two.

It is the well.

This talisman made of cliffs and clothes lay across the sky and the earth, unabashedly, has begun to fill the surrounding bright lines to show its contempt, disdain and pride, because it is the most powerful well character.

The well is the system of closing the land, and it has the meaning of ancient rituals, and it has the beginning of a wonderful theory.

But the simplest and most powerful well-character meaning is a simple line cutting, which perfectly cuts the space and the heaven and earth with a uniform balance.

The well character descends on the cliff, and the cut lines, no matter how big or small, go deep and subtle.

The restless rocks rolling between the cliffs are all shattered to dust.

The grass and trees shrinking between the cliffs are all broken into dust.

The snowflakes floating above the cliffs are all broken into ridge powder.

The cold wind passing through the cliffs is all broken into ridge powder.

In the end the cliff was broken.

The omnipresent light has also become dimmed by the fragmentation of the space, and began to fragment.

This is the ultimate state of Master Yan Se's pursuit of Fu Dao.

The character of the well between the cliffs has the true ambiguity. Not only the world, but even the space can be cut. It is thousands of numbers stronger than the character of the well that Wang Jinglue encountered in the spring wind pavilion rainy night. Ten thousand times.

Light always needs space to walk. When space is broken, how can it be brilliant?

The Great Priest Guangming looked at the countless thin to invisible lines in front of him, and let out a faint sigh deep in his heart, knowing that at this moment Yan Se finally stopped thinking about other issues and stepped out of the five realms. first step.

The Talisman Dao that has the ability to dim and even shatter Wu Tian Shenhui is beyond the scope of Wu Tian's permission.

His cotton sleeves have been shredded, and the cotton that has sprung up has also been shredded by the symbolic meaning. The skin of his arm has a crystal brilliance, and it has become thinner and thinner under the powerful cutting of the well symbol. , But his bare arm pointed to the eastern sky, and the tip of his index finger was burning with bright divine glory, extremely firm and persistent.

Perhaps it is the belief in the light that is so firm and persistent, that moved the Creator above the sky...

If the great priest of Guangming has realized something, he looks at the clouds quietly, his deep eyes are crystal clear, and his old cheeks are full of moving tears, and he murmured, "Thank Haotian for giving me strength."

The rising sun outside the clouds suddenly became majestic, a majestic force passed through the snow clouds, ignoring the distance and the broken space between the cliffs, and directly poured into his old body.