"This is..., the sword light hovered in the sky." The sword body trembled like the voice of the sword immortal in blue.

The place where the flames burned in front of me was a place where the fire was reflected in the sky for a long time was a prosperous city, with millions of people thriving and thriving in it, and there were countless merchants passing by.

At this time, "whether it is the millions of residents in the mountain city or the merchants living there, they are struggling on the verge of life and death and destruction. Every moment, thousands of mortals die from fire and smoke, and even ten times more than this number are left by living creatures in their grim smiles, leaving empty shells as fuel for flames.

"Ten Directions to Mix Banners."

The Sword Immortal in Green Comes to his senses from the horror, "At a glance, he recognizes the magic treasure that cannot help but absorb the mixed soul of mortals.

"It is the demon monk who slaughtered the spirit and fed the treasure."

The flying sword under the feet of the Qingyi Sword Fairy suddenly condensed, as if he was hesitating about something.

The magic treasure of the Ten Directions Hun Banner is definitely the top-level strongman at the level of the Great Master of Demonic Dao. In addition, he slaughtered the city and served treasures so unscrupulously, so the magic master was as unscrupulous as the scruples.

"I'm afraid I'm not his opponent!"

The Qingyi Sword Immortal was a little hesitant, and the screams from the mountain city seemed increasingly loud and harsh at this moment.

"Father..." Mother... Qing'er... Child...", ", Suddenly, the faces of the four closest relatives appeared in his mind. The first three were the most important people in his life, while the latter were the flesh and blood that he probably had been born but had no time to take a look at.

At this moment, there seemed to be a mirror in the mind of the Qingyi Sword Immortal, breaking into opposite halves, half reflecting the tragic fire, and half a warm scene for the family. The two gradually became farther and farther away, so I could only choose one and chase after them.

"snort!"

At this moment, the terrifying existence in the mountain city seemed to have discovered the appearance of the Qingyi Sword Immortal, and a cold sound came directly in his ears, which was a naked warning and intimidation.

The meaning of the Master of Demonic Taoism is simple and clear" is nothing more than four words: "The person who intervenes will die!"

"I...I..."

The fairy fairy in the blue-clothed swordsman was full of struggle. She wanted to turn around and go home countless times, but the endless screams made him unable to move: she wanted to use the sword to enter the mountain city countless times, but the face of the old husband and mother having his wife and children was as clear as in front of him...

After a moment of hesitation, "more than ten thousand people died in the mountain city, and for another half an hour", there is no difference between going or not going, and there will be no difference in the mountain city. There will definitely be no rapist in the mountain city, and it will be full of coke.

At this time, a bitter smile suddenly appeared on the face of the Qingyi Sword Immortal who was fighting with heaven and man. There was relief, relief, relief, helplessness...

"I'm sorry, father, mother" Qing'er, and child!"

Before he finished speaking, "the sword light was scattered, the sword light was cold, and half of the city's flames were cut off." The ten directions of the striking banners suddenly magnified a hundred times" occupied all the vision.

He "finally pounced down" and entered the mountain city with his sword, and he would die.

At that moment, when the beautiful face of the sword fairy in the blue-clothed clothes turned red by the flames, various faces appeared one by one on his face.

There are dozens or hundreds of appearances, among which there are the beggars who dreamed of the afternoon "begging with happiness and satisfaction... In a flash, hundreds of different faces flashed by, and finally frozen in an old and bold face.

He was covered with patchwork clothes, and he was scattered with patches, holding a broken pottery bowl, begging for a hundred families of food.

The same beggar, but this old beggar is different from the happy beggar who woke up from the afternoon dream. He is so proud that he is full of compassion" and is beyond the ordinary world.

The Demon God King is the Beggar Wuming!

The fire light was so close that it passed by his face, and a red color was reflected: the demon banner roared from afar, attracting the body's spirit.

There was no fear on the face of the Demon-Subduing God, only a wry smile could not be covered.

He is not a blue-clothed sword immortal, nor a wealthy businessman who repairs bridges and roads. He is not a blue-clothed sword immortal in the world. He is the best among the spiritual immortals of the human race. The most powerful magical power of the Demon-Subduing God.

The devil master who was stationed in front of him who was in charge of the Ten Directions Hun Banners could be destroyed in a single finger on weekdays." But at this moment he could not! A hundred years of reincarnation, every turn of the paddle wheel was a lifetime. After being consumed by a hundred years, his soul power had been exhausted in this illusory world.

The Demon-Subduing God, who has completely integrated into this paddle wheel world, can control the only power of the Blue-Clothed Sword Immortal in this life, but he would rather not!

If you are just an ordinary beggar in the fire in the mountain city, you can just wait for death to be dead," and you no longer need to choose.

At this moment, all the fog that has been revolving for a hundred generations has dissipated, not the Demon-Subduing God struggling out, but the Peacock Palm Wheel King let go of his control, and his awakening was something that someone deliberately did.

"Okay, okay, okay, Peacock and Palewheel King, we are worthy of being in the enemy for tens of thousands of years. The old beggar did not see through you, but you could see through the old beggar.

The Demon-Subduing God's face became stronger and stronger. Everything was placed in front of him. If he had the excitement and wish that he could replace him for a while, then the Demon-Subduing God would not be generous but stupid.

But even if you know, what can you do? It's too late.

At this time, he had already seen everything thoroughly. With the power of the Qingyi Sword Immortal, he would die when he entered the city. "It was not only the illusory Qingyi Sword Immortal in this life, but also the Demon-Subduing God who has killed and eliminated demons for tens of thousands of years;

If he did not enter the city, he turned around and retreated, and violated the great way of his heart. The Sword Immortal in the Blue Clothing was able to survive, but the Demon-Subduing God died. This is why the Peacock Palm Wheel King let him sober.

It seems that there is a choice, but there is no choice!

Under the five elements, the wheel of a hundred generations has turned around. "I saw through the persistence of my mind and the insight into the fundamentals of the great way. The fate of the Demon-Subduing God is already destined.

“Hahahaha nn”

The Demon-Subduing God King Gai Wuming suddenly laughed loudly without any warning, and hesitated in the long laughter," and rushed into the flames.

In an instant, the flames surged, the demon shadow pierced the edges, and the screams and screams of ghosts and gods cried, unable to cover up a song: "Subduing demons and eliminating demons in the world, why should hundreds of families offer their offerings be named? If you have a clean day, you will be willing to farm the bad horses and cows."

"M is willing to work hard to cultivate bad horses and cows"

The fire in the mountain city ended. After the life was damaged, a heavy rain washed away everything. In the blink of an eye, grass came out tenaciously from the ruins.

Everything is over.

The mountain city is gone, the burning flames and the tragedy on earth are no longer there, only broken walls and ruins, and the scorched earth is everywhere, "desolate and desolate."

"Crunch n"

The grass that had just emerged was gnawed, and an old ox was chewing on the grass, tilting his head to look towards the horizon.

At the foot of the mountain visible to the naked eye, there is the noise of the old father's birthday, the warmth of the old mother's soup, the wife leaning against the door," the ignorant child who is waiting for someone to return and name him in the cradle, "Tick n Tick n"

The old ox continued to eat the grass, but tears as big as soybeans rolled down, hitting the scorched bluestone soil and shattered into countless crystal petals.

Until this moment, the sun, moon and east and west in the sky shine, shining with humanized light. "In the light and darkness, a giant looked down from above and opened his eyes.

"The Demon-Subduing God" you will die without hesitation and practice the great way. "Seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence is respectable and admirable."

Gaze for a moment, the sun and the moon were dark, then sighed, echoing between the world. With this action of closing one's eyes, the huge world began to collapse inch by inch from the edge, as if it had completed its mission and reached its end.

In a moment, "billions of miles of rivers and mountains look like the world in a mirror" shattered into countless pieces, further turning into countless crystals, decomposing them into countless particles" into a round of hanging high paddle wheels to store.

Among these crystal grains, there are only small pieces of fragments that are preserved intact, among which are old ox, who are driven by people, work hard to farm thin fields, and sweat drips into the soil.

The small world on this fragment, the scene of tillage, was permanently frozen there, and was finally contained in the deepest part of the paddle wheel.

The moment the fragment was swept into the core by the paddle wheel, it seemed like a door was opened. "A glance was made, and countless similar fragments were drifting in it, as if in the time of the Yuan Dynasty, men and women in the mortal world floated bamboos, paper floated on the river, and wrote a letter to the wish to come true.

In the long river formed by fragments, what floats on it is not prayer, but a kind of eternity that is ancient and modern. In order to prove the great way in the heart, one has to move forward without being destroyed even if it dies.

It is eternal and unchanging, space is solidified there, and time is also stagnant. Even if the paddle wheel turns forever, it cannot be erased in the slightest.

With that sigh, crossing the spaces formed by the paddle wheel, when the sun and moon eyes opened again, it was already a different world and a different scene.

The old trees are crows, the dogs are barking, the streets are crisscrossing the village fields, and the smoke is curling up in the cooking fires.

Outside the entrance of the village, under the old tree, a young child squatted quietly. " His fingers were slashing under the tree, except for his shoulders shaking in a small range." His whole person seemed to be a still statue, and even the crow and sparrow didn't care about his existence.

Not far away, there were groups of paired children going away. They were laughing and choreographing nursery rhymes and ridicule. The protagonist was the child who was abandoned far away by their backs.

"Little Chi Xiao Chi is born ugly, like a demon or a ghost, and he doesn't care about dogs or excitement, and no one loves him...

The young child was a boy. He seemed to have not heard the nursery rhymes of the children who had gone away. Some fragments of stones were scattered beside him and there were blue purple on his body. What happened to him seemed to be completely unable to distract him from any of his attention.

This boy named Xiao Chi has the only world reflected in his eyes, the bare soil and the bare roots of the tree, and the busyness of the ants coming and going back and forth.

Under that old tree, there seemed to be many colonies of ants strangely. Xiao Chi's fingers were playing with them, and waves of ants were happily biting in order to grab food or for other reasons, and the war was densely packed.

He watched all this calmly, and from time to time he tweaked his fingers, and at the end of a battle, he continued to tease the next fierce battle and was enjoying it.

The layers of ants corpses cannot move him at all. Only when the strong worker ants that occasionally appear in the ant colony steadily overwhelms most ants hunt freely, a light flashes in the little boy's eyes.

He stretched out his hand and pressed it down. The strong ant died and the instigator laughed.

This is the only time when a smile appears on Xiao Chi's face.

Whenever he smiles, his raised face will be exposed to the sunset without any concealment, reflecting a ugliness of knots like a tree root and a ferocious earthworm.

This ugly thing is not acquired, but innate appearance: this ugly thing makes young children reject and not be cited as similar...

Xiao Chi's behavior seemed to continue endlessly, and his whole world was like this." Only when the sun rose and the moon sank, the flowers bloomed and fell, and the flowers fell, and the round after round, never changed.

The ugly little boy did all this boredly, as if he was a little tired, and he had never moved at all, as if he was waiting for something," he fiddled mechanically.

Suddenly, a deep and kind voice appeared in the little boy's world: "What are you doing?"

The little boy smiled, raised his head, stared at the old tree in front of him, and the sound came from it, and he said with a smile: "I'm asking the ants to fight, and then I see the strong ones appearing invincible among the ants." I was very happy, I wanted to pinch him to death."

When he found out the words of the strong man pinching him to death, Xiao Chi's eyes were excited, fanatic, and indescribable pleasure. Compared with the coldness and boredom before, "it was a world of difference.

"Oh" by the way."

Xiao Chi seemed to remember something, slapped his head and said, "Old Tree, why have you survived? You can even speak. Is it the most powerful among the trees?"

As he said this, a light flashed in Xiao Chi's eyes again, as if he had encountered a strong ant.

Lao Shu seemed to be shocked by the little boy's words, especially the fanaticism flashed in his eyes. "It almost instantly made Lao Shu tremble and "rustle" sound.

Lao Shu avoided this question and said instead: "Don't you want to hit them?"

The branches and leaves trembled, and the bark on the trunk of the old tree was hazy, like a bright mirror, recreating the scene of the children throwing stones and sarcasm of the nursery rhymes.

"They reject you so much and bully you because you are born different from them." You don't want to..."

"What are you thinking? Beat them? Why?" Xiao Chi looked naive and raised his head," said with a smile: "I am not a human being at first, isn't it normal for them to reject me?"
To be continued...