Nightfall Chapter 59: The Sword of the World (Part 1)
Ning Que flew towards the light with Sangsang in her arms. It has been a long time since the people on the wasteland were about to turn into small black spots, and the **** horses were about to be seen clearly.
At this time, it’s already very far away from the ground. According to the truth, nothing can fly here except flying swords or feather arrows. It is even more unlikely that someone can reach into the sky and grab his feet unless that person is very high.
Ning Que and Sangsang passed through the golden dragon's breath and gently landed on the wasteland ground. He held Sangsang in his arms and looked up and found that the figure in front of him was indeed very tall.
The man looked at Ning Que and Sangsang, with his back facing the sky and the golden dragon, his face shrouded in darkness, he could not see clearly, the edge of his body seemed to be plated with a golden light, as if burning.
The man is standing on the wasteland ground, but the tall figure seems to be about to touch the sky.
The man said with a smile: "The choice itself doesn't necessarily have any meaning, but sometimes, your and my choices can affect the choices of others, which can become interesting."
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In the illusion of the climbing test on the second floor of the academy, Ning Que had a conversation with a tall man. At that time, he had not seen the face of the tall man clearly.
"Between light and darkness, which side would you choose?"
"Why should I choose?"
"How did you choose before?"
"I am in the dark, and my heart is bright."
"Unexpectedly, after so many years, I can actually see another weed on the wall that is swaying in the wind."
"Look, I said you don't have to choose."
"But what if the sky falls?"
"How can the sky fall?"
"What if?"
"There is naturally a taller person who is against it...such as you."
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Some time after climbing the academy, Ning Que knew who the tall man was. Years later, in the wasteland where his dream became reality, he found that what he said was so accurate—even if How about the sky falling down? There will always be someone taller, such as someone as tall as a teacher.
Ning Que knelt before the tall figure and respectfully said: "Teacher, you are here."
"Well, after thinking about it. After all, I still don't understand, so I came."
The master raised his head to look at the extremely bright sky and the fading dark night, using his body to leave a shade on the wasteland, covering Ning Que and Sangsang, the black cloak swayed in the wind, and seemed to burn.
"I thought for more than a thousand years, in the war between light and darkness, which side should I stand on. The problem is that I have never seen Pluto. I have no friendship with him. I don’t like the cold, and I don’t like the Buddha watching The quiet and boring world I arrived. I don’t like Haotian, and I even hate it."
The master said: "So I always want to be wall grass, wherever the wind blows. I have been asking where you will go all these years. Actually, I am also asking where I should go, then When Nian asked you in a dream, you said that you also want to be wall grass. It really comforts me. It turns out that it is more important not to choose. But unfortunately, wall grass is not so easy to do. The wind can know the strong grass. Can break the grass."
Ning Que looked at the Master and said worriedly, "But you finally made your choice."
The master glanced at Sangsang and said calmly: "Maybe my choice will eventually prove to be wrong. But at least for now, I want to choose this way, then I will choose this way."
Ning Que didn't know what to say. He was very touched at this time, and a little bit inexplicably sad. He was happy that he had a teacher, and he and Sangsang were still alive. But began to worry about how the teacher faced Haotian's anger.
The master looked at him and smiled, and continued: "Not choosing is indeed a kind of freedom, but if it is because of timidity to choose, then it is not freedom. Choosing. It may not be meaningful, but it may be interesting . We live in the world. This is not for meaning, but for fun."
The words in this passage are very simple, but very meaningful.
Ning Que didn't have to worry about it, so he grasped what the teacher wanted to say, because he was a student of the academy-meaning is the purpose, meaning the process-the academy does not focus on the purpose, only the process.
Back then, the little uncle had to fight the sky with a sword, probably because he thought it was very interesting.
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The light is overwhelming the world. Countless people kneel on their knees, not daring to look directly at the sky, praying silently with awe, anyone who dared to stand has died or will die. However, in the most bright place on the wasteland, there is a tall man standing, and he also shelters Pluto's daughter with his figure.
This is a provocation to the dignity of the Haotian Kingdom, and an unforgivable blasphemy.
In the peaceful and indifferent eyes of the golden dragon, like a lake of light, an angry divine fire burned, and a long and serious dragon chant resounded once again in the heavens and the earth, followed by a powerful and terrifying dragon breath. .
Countless hot divine glory mixed with crystal clear golden sand, sprayed from the dragon head above the sky, and hit the wasteland ground. The power contained in this dragon's breath is more powerful than before. The air everywhere began to burn, and a golden white projection appeared on the surface of the wasteland.
Ning Que's gaze crossed the master's shoulders and saw this strange and shocking picture in the air. He watched the endless dragon's breath come with the flames of light, his face changed slightly, and he shouted, "Teacher, be careful!"
The master did not turn around, still facing the sky.
The golden gravel fell from the sky, came behind him, and then disappeared without a trace. The light and heat among the golden gravel also disappeared instantly, as if nothing had happened.
Behind the Master, there seems to be a lake, a hot lake where the volcano is about to erupt, and a sea. The Atami before the freezing of the extreme north, the dragon’s breath is like countless blocks of ice, thrown into the Atami hot sea. Melted instantly without a trace.
All the Jinhui dragon breaths that attacked the Master were deconstructed by an invisible force to form the smallest particles of the world's original origin, which melted into this world for purification.
This scene looks very simple, so it is very weird, no one can understand, it is the most pure Haotian divine brilliance, the dragon's breath that can purify everything in the world, will be purified.
Even a cultivator beyond five realms can create his own rules in the world of Vast Sky and own his own world, but he still cannot ignore Vast Sky’s rules in the world of Vast Sky.
How did the master do it?
The people on the wasteland are all kneeling, no one dared to look at the bright sky, but they can see what is happening on the wasteland, they see the Master appearing, and they see the golden dragon spraying the Master After the dragon's breath, they saw the coercive and terrifying dragon's breath disappear...
Look at this scene. Everyone was shocked to the extreme, even unwilling to believe their own eyes, and those who firmly believed that they would not be wrong, began to doubt the world.
The temple teacher held a magic staff, kneeled on both knees, his figure was still tall, but at this time, his figure trembled violently. Compared with the tall figure on the wasteland. It looks so small, so weak, so humble.
The great priest looked at the scene on the wasteland. The deep wrinkles on his face were distorted by the shock, and the blood and bright gold powder inside were peeling off. Muttered: "What realm is this?"
The dragon's breath was futile and even purified. The golden dragon's eyes revealed extremely complex emotions, and the dragon's body suddenly tightened. This time it was no longer the long and majestic dragon's roar, but the violent and angry dragon roar!
A strong hurricane whizzed through the wasteland world, and countless black soil and grass clippings were swept up, and smoke was filled. Gradually covering up his vision, it seemed to be even darker than the previous night in the north.
The golden dragon roared, squeezing the dragon body out of the clouds in angrily and laboriously. The dragon body was tied with a golden rope that was dozens of feet thick. The golden rope was extremely tight, and there seemed to be a heavy object behind it. .
A moment later, a chariot made of pure gold. Under the traction of the golden dragon, it gradually drove out of the clouds and appeared in the sky on earth!
The golden chariot is extremely huge, if it falls on the ground, I am afraid that the entire city of Chang'an cannot be accommodated. And those gold is not the gold of the world, it seems so pure and transparent. Bright!
The sky was bright, the smoke and dust on the wasteland suddenly disappeared, the shining was as white as heavy snow for dozens of days, the space began to shake and the earth began to shake.
On the golden chariot, stood a **** general.
Wearing an armor made of Haotian divine brilliance, this **** general was extremely tall, as if it were a high mountain. Compared with this, the stone statue of Buddha that once stood on Washan looked like a little stone man.
The face of this **** is extremely perfect, he has his own grace, and he can't find any problems. Compared with that, Prince Longqing, who was once known as the beautiful **** son of Xiling, is like a beggar.
The expression of this **** general was extremely cold, his eyes exuding blazing white light, completely ruthless and ignorant, standing in the chariot overlooking the world, the place where his eyes touched vanishes nothingness.
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Except for the first lecturer in the Hanging Temple and the Taoist in Tsing Yi in the South China Sea, or the few people in the ant cave of Qingshan after Zhishouguan, no one in the entire world can see this golden chariot and the gods on it. .
Ning Que was sitting in the figure of the Master holding Sangsang. He was wearing sunglasses. Although his eyes were very painful, he still looked at the scene in the sky with his eyes wide open, shocked and unable to speak.
He knows that the teacher is very tall, but facing the anger of Vast Sky Divine Kingdom, facing such a divine general who is as tall as a mountain and whose eyes are Vast Divine Radiance, how can he deal with it even as a teacher?
The master turned and looked at the golden chariot dragged by the golden dragon in the sky, looked at the perfect bright **** on the chariot, and looked at the perfect face of the god, and suddenly shook his head.
"There is no perfect thing in the world, only things we think are perfect."
The master held his hands, looked at the bright **** in the sky, and said: "Your perfection comes from thousands of old people, so you are not human, and you are not those old people."
The **** of light was indifferent, causing the golden dragon to descend from the sky in a golden chariot. At some unknown time, a lightsaber with a length of more than ten miles appeared in his hand and cut it towards the wasteland!
"You are from the Haotian Divine Kingdom, and you use the Divine Sword of Light, blindly shining, then you lack truth, just like your existence, today, I will show you the sword of the world."
The master said, and then stretched out his right hand in the air, facing the south of the world.
The clouds broke through the sky and the sky was dark, and swords came thousands of miles from the south.
The sword is full of ancient meaning, the sword is as hot as the dawn, and it shook the sky and broke the clouds. It fell in the master's generous palm, buzzing slightly, expressing one's own surrender and awe, and the pride of being controlled by the master.
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(This is the fourth chapter...Fuck it, and write another chapter. I will try to come out before 10:30 while it’s interesting.) {PiaoTian Literature www.PiaoTian.com Thank you for your support, your Support is our greatest motivation}