Chapter 188

The world is made up of the upper edge.

The painted universe is composed of the upper margin, which is no different from the pure land of Lu Zhengkang or the hell of Xiangshu.

This upper edge comes from the declining universe.

The foundation of existence is the upper edge.

The movement of the upper edge shows the cosmic phase.

Space time, matter, energy, concept, law

The movement of the upper edge makes these beings evolve.

The swordsman Mo Yun, after observing the war between Buddha and devil, fully realized the supreme principle.

The existence of the world is no different from my existence.

My heart is all my faces.

If the heart can replace me, it can replace the universe.

Let material and energy become my sword, and time and space become my sword.

What if only glaciers divide the world into three parts?

The sword beyond God -- the universe between the heart.

The ink cloud dissolves in the rampant sword spirit, and the sword is spreading. The glaciers, plants, air and dust along the way are bound and tampered by the sword spirit of PA lie.

This is the real sword of all things!

Strange nine cold opened his eyes, his eyes are blue and purple, reflecting the extraordinary light.

"What a beautiful sword technique My way is safe... "

In a flash, it came from the northwest, covering the western regions, Shanxi, the capital, Liaodong, Shandong and most of the northern part of Jing.

An Ice Dragon flew into the sky and disappeared.

Mo Yun lies on the ground.

I'm seriously injured. My meridians are broken. I can't move.

He felt the gentle cold wind blowing on his face, and the tender hair on his face swayed slightly.

The wind comes from the left.

The swordsman turned his head to look.

The strange nine cold, flying around snow, a snow white, ice cold, ice proud woman standing in front of nine cold.

She took Jiuhan's hand.

The midday light, a warm stroll, makes snow girl's skin transparent and radiant, and gives her face a golden halo.

Cold and depressed two strange people ah, they are facing each other, showing the most gentle smile of this life and the afterlife, they hold each other, walking away at the end of the snow.

Mo Yun looked at a sword handle falling on the ground, struggled for a moment, slightly stood up, and then fell down with all his strength. The ground was so hard that he bit his chest and squeezed out a big mouthful of blood.

"I'm sorry, boy, I've worn out your body Ha ha, I can't accompany you on the next road... "

Mo Yun, the strongest swordsman in the world, laughs and dies. His last spirit is used to repair his body. In this unsubstantiated battlefield, a hero comes to an end.

In the twinkling of an eye, Wang Ping'an sat up blankly.

What happened?

Where am I?

In the long Taoist robe and wide sleeve, several sword blades fell out and fell to the ground.

"Green dragon in the sleeve! How did it break? " The Taoist priest was distressed. As soon as he spoke, he suddenly tasted the bloody smell of his mouth, "EEE, EEE! Why is the path bleeding so much? "

"Isn't it?" A possibility flashed through my mind, "am I beaten by Buddha?"

Boom!!!

"Have a good time! Come again

On the horizon, two giants were fighting, and the roar came from afar.

Wang Ping'an was so frightened by the loud noise that he picked up the pieces of the flying sword and wiped the blood on his face. He started to escape from this dangerous place.

However, just a few steps out, I stepped on something hard under my right foot. One of them didn't stand firm, skidded and sprained his foot.

"Roar!" The Taoist priest fell down and rolled over with his ankle in his arms. "It hurts me too!"

He is now suffering from five pains and seven injuries in his body. His internal Qi is exhausted and his skill is backward. It's the weakest time. It's a great fall. He almost confessed his young life on the spot.

"What's plotting against you?" Wang Ping'an groped and found a sword handle in the grass.

It's exactly like a sword handle shaped object carved out of ice.

There are also inscriptions - Da Xuanning.

"Why? Is this the kind of hilt in the sword grave? "

At this time, the hilt trembled slightly, pointing to the distant battlefield.

Xuefeng and sunlichai are at war, and they are getting bigger and bigger. They have already broken through the sky.

During the violent wind and riot, the clouds in the sky were dispersed and turned into white smoke in their fingers and streamers between their waist and abdomen. The fierce friction brought out electricity and crackled and roared.

"Good How awesome

Taoist Wang just glanced at it, but he didn't dare to take a close look. He was so scared that he was stunned.

It is said that there were giants in ancient times, such as fangfengshi, Longbo people, and so on. The pure and beautiful power of these giants made people yearn for them. Wang Ping'an also loved to read books such as Shanhaijing and Liezi, and praised them. Now two giants really appeared in front of him, which made his dog's gall split."Run, run, run!" The Taoist priest was so scared that he just ran away and even forgot the pure land. In this panic, the squall line behind him moved slowly. The endless gale rolled him up, flew high, and was thrown back towards the giant battlefield!

"Mom! Sanqing Laozu! Lu Yuan Bodhisattva! Help the path

Scream, disappear in the wind.

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The world is made up of the upper edge.

But the upper edge also has different states.

Its movement, marginal flow, can be regarded as another system.

Only the upper edge of fate flow can burst out infinite existence.

But the world that the edge flow disappears, will gradually die, and finally return to nothingness - edge live.

Edge flow edge live, cycle.

The upper edge is still the upper edge, but the universe will become a bad space in this cycle, constantly updating - this process is very long.

Yuanling, who draws the universe, keeps the edge current by reincarnation, while the outer universe, although the edge current is still there, has slowed down slowly. This state is no longer suitable for the existence of life in the active period of the universe.

If the upper edge of the universe is like a turbulent River, then the upper edge of the universe is like a slowly moving glacier.

Drawing the universe is like a small whirlpool on a glacier. There are many such whirlpools.

In the upper edge of the painted universe, the pure land of Lu Zhengkang and the hell of Xiangshu are like two soilless onions with diffuse roots.

The difference is that the pure land is bigger. The pure land recognized by Yuanling gradually becomes the universe itself, while Xiangshu's miserable hell can only curl up.

It doesn't matter time and space.

Both pure land and hell are spreading towards the past and the future.

The existence of Lu Zhengkang and Xiangshu also spread to the third generation.

Their confrontation is not only in space, but also in time.

……

Zhuolu.

Black clouds cover the top.

The two armies met in the field.

Ji Xuanyuan stood on the chariot of Qibao emperor, pressing his sword with his left hand and stroking his beard with his right hand, looking at Chi you from afar.

This battle is inevitable and invincible! China's territory, China's civilization, millions of people, civilization, this war can be expected!

After several defeats, Chiyou's army has become tired. It's killing the enemy and seizing the position now!

At this critical moment.

In the open space between the two armies, a golden canvas flew out for no reason and spiraled up to the sky. A faint roar came out. Upon hearing this, the officers and soldiers on both sides immediately turned red in eyes, twisted in expression and in great pain.

The emperor's chariot hung down, and daoxuanguang protected Ji Xuanyuan from Xiangshu's roar. The future Yellow Emperor looked at the golden canvas in horror.

Guangchengzi narrowed his eyes behind him and said in a soft voice: "the most evil devil is the great disaster in the world."

With the roar of soul breaking and mind losing, the troops on both sides were scattered, and the whole army was destroyed.

At this time, the cloud broke a round hole. Under the light, a black ball fell like a meteorite and crashed into the drawing paper with a dull hum.

Gold paper and black ball disappear at the same time.