That huge power that should even be described as brilliant and brilliant fell from the sky and entered into the human body. Without any experience or preparation, the relatively small and fragile human body may be directly collapsed into countless shattered light sheets by this force, or become an idiot in a daze.

But this situation is not unfamiliar to the great priest of Light. Many years ago, he took that step and realized Haotian's revelation. He understood that only by opening his mind and body in all directions can he get the most precious gift from Haotian to mankind, so that he can use this power that should not appear in the human world.

The great master of Light looked at everything on the cliff with crystal clear and deep eyes, as if he saw every line cutting space of the jing-character character. The divine light surrounding his index finger had turned into a white light that looked like a solid surface. The beautiful and holy milky white light radiant exuded an unimaginable aura of horror.

Tens of thousands of holy milky white lights spread from their fingers, some hanging down like umbrellas, protecting their body, and more of them instantly pierced out like sunlight, piercing into the spaces that were split into countless pieces.

After the light pierced into the space fragments, the fragments suddenly became brighter. The terrifying aura contained in the light naturally supported the lines on the edge, preventing the space from continuing to break.

Master Yan Se used the powerful talisman of more than five realms to cut the space into pieces.

The great priest of Light forced the existence of space with the power of apocalypse.

Tens of thousands of bright broken spaces are like tens of thousands of extremely small mirrors. The scenes of cliff air, snowflakes, plants and trees appear in the mirror. Although they are all broken pictures that have no connection after being cut, they still exist.

At the edges of tens of thousands of bright light mirrors, the cut lines are trembling slightly. When these lines break, the power of light will break through the shackles of cutting and return to the real and complete world. These lines continue to cut into the subtle areas, and the space will continue to break. No matter what kind of light breath is filled with, it will eventually be dimmed.

Who is stronger, the cross-distance talisman borrowed from the breath of heaven and earth, or the light power borrowed from Haotian?

Talismanship is the truth that humans understand from the world themselves, and they master the deepest laws of the world themselves. Light is Haotian’s reward or punishment for this world. Who can surpass whom?

Everything between the cliffs, even the cliff itself, has been cut open, and is coldly supported by the bright aura of Haotian. It has not turned into blue smoke. Only a tree has not been crushed and has not been sealed into the mirror of light.

It was a straight poplar tree, and a little girl was squatting under the tree.

The little girl held an old urn in her left hand and a new urn in her right hand.

She trembled slightly between the light and charms between the cliffs, like the grass shining in the cold wind.

A piece of snow that escaped from somewhere gently fell on her shoulders.

She picked up the snow and felt the snow melting slowly between her fingers. She watched the willow leaves in the field become brighter and brighter, but her pupils become darker. Her black pupils seemed to see the essence of light.

The battle between the divine talisman master who transcends the fifth realm and the great lighter who is in the Apocalypse realm has no specific form or picture in the real world. However, because both the old man and Master Yan Se use their consciousness to seal the poplar and the little girl under the poplar out of the space, she is a real bystander.

Therefore, after this battle that cannot be understood by the world falls into Sangsang's black eyes, it is depicted as a picture that humans can understand. Those pictures are extremely beautiful and also make people feel extremely palpitations.

The majestic aura, the sacred light, the fearless world, and the talismans that lie in each other, snuggling and struggling, the space compresses the light, and the light breaks through the space, and finally compresses and condenses into stars on the dark night sky, turning into the silent fire on the wilderness, turning into the spring reflected on the dewdrops.

Then all the pictures disappeared in Sangsang's eyes, invisible and invisible, and even did not exist. An absolute darkness and silence were deeper than the deepest night, darker than the darkest cloud, just like the pupils of the King of the Underworld.

If it were another ordinary girl, she would have fainted in shock, but Sangsang did not. She didn't know what happened. She couldn't understand everything that happened on the cliff, but she still tried her best to open her eyes and stare at everything that could be seen, and wait quietly, to see everything that could be seen and remember everything that could be remembered, because she knew that Ning Que would definitely want to know what happened today in the future.

In the absolute darkness, an extremely small light spot suddenly appeared, and then the light spot suddenly erupted into countless beams of light particles, instantly breaking through the entire space, like the birth of a brand new world.

It is like countless beautiful fireworks blooming in the night sky.

Sangsang looked at the beautiful fireworks and rubbed his eyes in a daze. When she opened her eyes again, she found that all the things that had happened had disappeared, and the cliff returned to her eyes.

The rainbow ban that enveloped the nameless peaks disappeared without a trace.

The snowflakes fell again.

Two old men standing by the cliff looking up at the sky.

At this time, they finally became real old men and coughed when the cold wind passing through the cliffs.

Master Yan Se raised his arm, wiped his nose with his sleeve, looked at the sky and muttered: So that's what happened."

The right sleeve of the cotton jacket on the Great Master Guangming had turned into nothingness. He was a little afraid of the cold and inserted his right arm into the sleeve on the left, squatted down like an old farmer, narrowing his eyes slightly to look at somewhere in the sky.

Master Yan Se pointed to a certain place in the north and said to the old man beside him: "I saw an unprecedented big talisman. The big talisman only had two simple strokes, starting from the north of the wasteland, one fell to the west and the other fell to the east."

Then he turned around and looked at Chang'an City that he had been silently guarding for many years, and said with emotion: "Meet here."

At that moment, he surpassed the five realms of practice and even went further away, clearly seeing the world over there and the real future. So he knew that the unprecedented talisman was real and could really be written by humans, so he was extremely happy, admiring and moving.

The great master of Light squatted on the cliff and looked north with his fingers, but saw something different. He who had truly entered the realm of Apocalypse, had realized many things that he had never been able to understand before at that moment.

The old man turned around and looked at Sangsang under the poplar tree. His old cheeks showed a hesitant and struggling expression, until he finally got relieved and realized, and said with a smile: "So this is my opportunity."

Master Yan Se looked down at him, laughed loudly, and said, "Are you still not able to see through this at this time? No matter what opportunity, it is no longer your and my business, but their business.

The old man stood up, sighed and said with a smile: "Yes, it will be their world in the future."

Many days ago, an old man was taken in by a little maid in Lao Bizhai. At that time, the old man asked the little maid a question.

"Do you believe in opportunities?"

"I believe in opportunities."

"I believe that everyone is destined to meet some people and do some things. These things arranged by Haotian are opportunities.,

"Many years ago, I saw the shadow of the night falling into this city. Once I saw it, I met it."

"Since I met, I can never separate again. But what I saw was not real and what I met was not specific. I only knew that he existed, but I didn't know where he existed."

"Then I saw a man who was born to know in Chang'an City. I thought this was wrong, because there should not be a man who was born to know in the world, so my opportunity with him began."

Many days later, standing on the cliff outside Chang'an City, the old man realized that his chance had never been on that person, but on the little maid named Sangsang.

A gust of winter wind blew, and the two old men standing side by side on the cliff instantly turned into ashes, like snow.

For hundreds of years, the most outstanding priest of the Light in the Xiling Temple has left the world peacefully. He has a stunning and omnipotent life. He can be called the strongest man in Taoshan, but he has been imprisoned for fourteen years because of the so-called opportunity.

He fled from Taoshan and came to Chang'an City, but failed to find the shadow of the dark night, as if this trip was just to meet Sangsang and then accept her as his successor.

At the moment before his death, he was inspired by Haotian and finally clearly saw for the first time what the shadow of the night looked like. Seeing that his descendants would inherit his bright light in the world, he left with great peace of mind.

For hundreds of years, the most outstanding divine talisman master of Haotian Dao Sect has also left this world peacefully. He laughed and scolded in this life, playing in the world without any false reputation, but he was the first strong man to go against the heaven and cross the five realms by relying on the talisman.

Master Yan Se lived a casual life, just looking for a successor. When he met that chicken soup post, he finally got his wish, as if he was lingering in brothels in this life just to take that guy as his successor.

At the moment before his death, he saw through the cycle of light and darkness, saw the great talisman, and knew that his successor Ning Que would be able to write a great talisman in the world that he had never written in his life, and knew that that guy would be able to accomplish what countless generations of talisman masters wanted to accomplish, so he left very comfortably and even happy.

The wind blows and the snow falls and the snow falls and the cliff is quiet.

The lonely poplar tree looked at the sky alone. The lonely Sangsang wiped his eyes, held two heavy urns with difficulty, walked to the cliff with difficulty, and then knelt in front of two piles of ashes on both knees.

The mountain wind on the cliff was blowing, and the two piles of ashes were rolled everywhere, many of them had been swept into the air, flew to the snow, and even to a farther place.

Sangsang knelt on the ground, stretched out his hands and held the gray in the jar and put it on the urn.

"The teacher lives in the new urn, he likes to be clean."

"The young master's teacher lives in the old urn, and he is not afraid of oil."

She whispered to herself, and put the two old men's ashes into the jar with one handful of them.

The annoying mountain wind came to disturb her from time to time, and the ash was blowing everywhere, even on her cotton skirt and small face.

Sangsang raised the back of his hand and wiped his face, then lowered his head and continued to hold the dust into the jar.

…(To be continued)
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