Fu Canglu

Chapter 697

This last ray of light, where it finally falls.
It is the South China Sea.

The Lu Chen sword that smashed through the fairy tower in the sky and subverted the entire fairy world broke through all obstacles and flew out of the ghost gate, and finally crashed and crashed on the fairy island in the South China Sea!
The white light smashed into the South China Sea, and the fluctuation spread instantly.

The tens of millions of tons of seawater in the South China Sea was first deathly silent, and then with that point as the center, the tide suddenly rose. Before it could burst out, it was pierced by the huge force of the splash and completely shattered into nothingness.

South China Sea Island.

Everyone raised their heads and looked at the falling white light.

Lu Chen's sword can be pulled out, but it cannot stand still.

This is an unstoppable sword that only exists in legends.

Once it falls, there is no other way but to let it fall.

So Yi Xiao'an in black robe who flew up, Ye Shisan who burst out with majestic vitality from his sleeve robe, the red peacock with a ferocious face, and Li Changge who controlled everything in a radius of ten miles and turned into a sword, all the figures were submerged in the sea. Among the white light.

Heaven and earth are at peace.

It's like returning to the appearance of this world when it was first born many years ago. It was a mess, mottled and desolate. Thousands of creatures were sleeping without opening their eyes, so there was no sound at all.

In the darkness of the gate of ghosts, the young man standing in front of the last gate finally had some joy in his eyes. His face was still immersed in the pain of long-standing memories. There was a buzzing sound in the middle, and the trembling voice suppressed and asked: ".What now?"

"Now...everything has been destroyed by this sword. Your relatives, close friends, hometowns, and memories all don't exist anymore." The white minion boy asked in a trembling voice with a very soft laugh: "Push open the door in front of you, and you can start over. Do you want to push it or not?"

Qingshi was silent.

He maintained the movement of looking back at the human world, and turned his head slowly. The six Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Dharma Bodhisattvas in the back of his mind were shedding twelve lines of blood and tears at this moment, covering his heart in neat movements, and the Sanskrit flowing beside him was no longer stable.

Jian Zongming was at the entrance of the gate of hell. He stared blankly at the scene behind the white light blooming in the human world. When the white light gradually disappeared, the first thing he saw was the fairy island in the South China Sea that was the first to be hit by Lu Chen. The stone gully and Zhongwei Peak collapsed a long time ago, the entire fairy island was smashed into the bottom of the sea, the sea water was shattered, and now it has turned into fine sea mist.

Same goes for Holy Island.

Nearby, not to mention the Holy Land, those little-known small worlds, the islands outside of Fuzhou, were all smashed by Lu Chen. Whether it was the natives or the vegetation inside, the life was cut off, and it was a miserable scene.

Farther away, the continent called "Central Plains" has not yet landed, but the white light has swept across the Central Plains, from south to north, from east to west. After passing, the Central Plains will no longer have four seasons.

Only the dead winter.

The galloping cavalry on the grassland was smashed to pieces.

The ancient city walls that stood for thousands of years were crushed.

The wind and snow swept away, bones flew across, sword energy blew, and blood weathered.

Jian Zongming has never been a merciful person, he is different from Qingshi, he does not practice Buddhism, he does not learn Confucianism, he does not ask the door, the principles of heaven and earth, the sword is the greatest.

He only cultivates his mind.

He knows the difference between good fighting and violence, between conquering and killing, between the rivers and lakes and temples, between longevity and fighting.

Even the brutal Great Qin Emperor never killed so many people.

The great rivers he walked through, the ancient cities he carved with his sword, the wine he drank, and the people he saw.

All gone.

Jian Zongming took a deep breath.

The dark aura of the ghost gate boiled up, and as the man in white turned around, he turned into thousands of long swords with a resolute forward attitude, and shot at the thin boy in front of the huge gate across countless distances.

Yuan Tiangang just raised his hand calmly, the high wall of wind and snow rose from the ground, countless sword qi smashed into the wind and snow, and sparks shot out, he smiled and said: "Hey, who was it at the beginning, who said that all living beings are suffering, and persuaded him?" I want to let go, but why can't you let go when the disaster I encountered also falls on your head, but you are crazier than me?"

Qingshi sighed, shook his sleeves, and walked slowly in the direction of Bai Mino boy.

The sword energy in the wind and snow never stopped.

Jian Zongming shouted loudly, the ground where his body was standing three feet away, the spiritual energy of the entire ghost gate was rushing towards the big sleeve he raised, endless sword energy rushed out from the big sleeve, mighty and mighty, Unstoppable!

His complexion was ashen, and he exerted his sword energy with all his strength, and the wind blades whistled in his ears.

He couldn't hear a single word from the boy in white.

Yuan Tiangang raised his hands, and the wind and snow rolled up.

The young man in front of Gao Gen's gate looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, and drank in a long voice.

"Ksitigarbha, Jian Zongming, the two of you have guarded this door for so long, and you don't want others to break the rules. If there is no self today, and Lu Chen falls in the world, who of you dares to say that you will never open the door!"

Jian Zongming's eyes were scarlet.

Qingshi still walked numbly in the wind and snow, his green robe fluttering, and his whole body was as towering as a mountain.

"If you don't experience my pain, what qualifications do you have to persuade me to let go?"

The eight celestial phases rotating in the back of Yuan Tiangang's mind are entangled with each other, giving birth to a vision of vast stars.

Under the starry sky of the ghost gate——

His young fairy body just stood there with his back leaning against the door.Yuan Tiangang looked at the darkness, and the monk surrounded by golden light was walking towards him slowly.

"Why?"

The young man clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said, "Ah? Aren't you a universal salvation, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, tell me why, why!"

Walking up to Qingshi in front of Yuan Tiangang, he took a deep breath and said, "No reason."

The monk surrounded by Buddha's light smiled miserably, and said word by word: "No one has ever said that this door cannot be opened."

"When this door is opened, Lu Chen's broken sword will be reassembled as time goes back, and when it returns to the sky, the fairy tower on the zenith will definitely be recast, and everything in the sky will return to the way you expected."

"You want your people to live."

"You want that fairy world to live."

"But... I just want to let the world survive. Three thousand creatures, billions of vegetation, mountains, rivers and rocks, if they are alive, they can be companions, and if they die, they will have no regrets."

Qingshi said with compassion: "You and I have different morals and different demands. If you save people, you will kill my clan. If I tell you that you can save your clansmen by opening this door, but your true self will die forever." Dao Xiao, the fairy world will never remember that there is a person like you, would you like it?"

Yuan Tiangang was startled.

In the fairy world that I desperately want to recreate, it is actually no different from the human world today. There are also killings and conquests.And among the few figures who became the most stalwart in the end, there was one of them.

He has the power that the emperor of the world possesses.

He also has the longevity that the emperor of the world does not have.

So what exactly is he enjoying?
The soul who managed to escape a life under the tip of Lu Chen's sword, lingered in the world, looking for an opportunity to pull out Lu Chen, it can be seen that what he has been enjoying is the life of immortality, which is a certain purpose of advancement.

It's a thing called "presence".

In Lanling City’s Battle of Dingguo in the first year of the Spring and Autumn Period, one can miss out that the national teacher who decided the overall situation was a young man, and one can also forget the image of him wearing a robe and crown and shaking a feather fan.

But it is impossible not to mention his name, and it is impossible not to remember his words.

This is the trace of his existence.

So what Yi Xiao saw in the Overlord's Tomb, what he saw in the Maharaja's memory, the national teacher of the great Chu, the great Confucianist in the Shifu years, gradually overlapped, and finally became a person.

When a person's life is long enough, then this never-ending journey is destined to be lonely and not end well.

The only evidence he can prove that he is alive is that he is still remembered.

It is "existence".

This is why Yuan Tiangang wanted to revive the fairy world.

The evidence that he can prove that he really enjoys longevity and lived in the fairy world is remembered by those people in the fairy world.

But it was all destroyed there.

nothing left.

So what's the difference between being yourself and being dead?
So the cruelest death is not that the whole world has forgotten this person.

Rather, the person is still alive.

His whole world is dead.

Yuan Tiangang couldn't accept this ending.

he knows how it feels
Along the way, the real death is never the heart stopping.

"We ordinary people are different from your immortals." Qingshi smiled and said softly: "Yi Xiaoan is willing to be forgotten by the world for someone. Such a death is nothing to us, because We are emotional animals. In the face of many choices, emotional animals will not hesitate or think. Even the choice between life and death does not matter."

The blue stone surrounded by the Buddha's light calmly said: "How happy is life, and what fear is there in death?"

Yuan Tiangang's pupils suddenly shrank.

Walking up to the blue stone in front of him, the Buddha's light shrank all over his body, carrying a strong sense of extinction. The young monk suddenly opened his arms, and the thunder of heaven and earth trembled loudly, wrapping the green robe and white coir raincoat together.

Yuan Tiangang punched out, and the eight celestial phases screamed together. Unexpectedly, the thin figure who was hit between the eyebrows by the punch, his feet were motionless, as stable as Mount Tai.

Qingshi asked softly: "Hell here, I'm not afraid of death, I'm only afraid of being alone. Why don't you and I die together?"

Yuan Tiangang covered it with a palm!
He has no Lu Chen, and wants to use his fists to smash to death the impeccable and immortal monk in front of him!
A palm fell——

Blood trickled down from the top of the blue stone, and his face was bloodshot.

He suddenly shouted: "Jian Zongming!"

The man in white trembled suddenly, without any hesitation, his sword energy was like a tide, he followed a figure, and rushed towards the gate.

(End of this chapter)