Nightfall Chapter 103: New urn, old urn, grey as snow

The immense power, which should be described as brilliance and splendor, fell from the sky and entered the human body. Without any experience or preparation, a relatively small and fragile human body Maybe it will be directly broken into countless pieces of light by this force, or become an idiot in a daze.

But this kind of situation is not unfamiliar to the great priest of Guangming. He took that step many years ago and realized the revelation of Haotian. He understood that he only needs to open his mind and body in all directions. He can get the most precious gift Haotian bestows on mankind, so he can use this power that shouldn't appear in the world.

The crystal clear and deep eyes of the great priest of Guangming calmly watched everything between the cliffs, as if seeing every line of the well character that cuts the space, the brilliance lingering between his index fingers has turned into a mass of white like the real face The glorious, beautiful sacred milky white light exudes an unimaginable horror.

Countless thousands of holy milky white fluffs spread out from between the fingers, some hung down like umbrellas, protecting his body, and many more pierced out like sunlight, piercing into those that were cut into pieces. In the space of countless fragments.

After Daoguangxu pierced the space fragments, those fragments suddenly became bright, and the horror contained in the light continued to support the edges of the lines, making the space no longer broken.

Master Yan Se cut the space into pieces with a powerful rune of over five realms.

The great priest of Guangming forcefully maintains the existence of space with the power of apocalypse.

Tens of thousands of bright fragmented spaces are like tens of thousands of tiny mirrors. In the mirrors, there are pictures of mountains, cliffs, air, snowflakes, grass and trees. Although they are all broken pictures with no connection after being cut, they still exist.

On the edge of tens of thousands of bright light mirrors, those cut lines are trembling slightly. These lines break, and the power of light will break through the imprisonment of cutting and return to the real and complete world. These lines continue to cut to the subtleties, and then the space continues to shatter, no matter what kind of bright atmosphere is filled with it, it will only gradually dim in the end.

Which is more powerful, the horizontal talisman borrowed from the breath of heaven and earth, and the light power borrowed from Haotian?

Fu Dao is the truth that mankind comprehend from the heavens and the earth, and the deepest laws of the world that humans master on their own. The light is the reward or punishment of Haotian to this world. Who can beat whom?

Everything between the cliffs, even the cliff itself, has been cut apart, supported by the indifference of Haotian's bright aura, not turned into blue smoke, only a tree has not been shattered, and has not been enclosed in the mirror of light.

It was a straight white poplar tree with a little girl squatting under the tree.

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

She shivered slightly between the light and the meaning of the cliff, like a grass rustling in the cold wind.

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

She picked up the piece of snow, feeling the snow slowly melting between her fingers, watching the willow leaf eyes brighter and brighter in the scene, but the pupils became darker and darker. As if to see the essence of light.

The battle between the rune masters beyond the five realms and the great bright ones in the realm of Apocalypse has no specific form and picture in the real world. However, because both the old man and the master Yanse use consciousness to control that Bai Yang and the little girl under Bai Yang are sealed out of the space, so she is a real bystander.

So this battle, which is incomprehensible in the world, fell into Sangsang's black eyes and was depicted as a picture that humans can understand. Those pictures are extremely beautiful and heart-palpiting.

The majestic breath, the sacred light, the fearless world, and the horizontal symbolism, they cut each other and hurt, snuggle, and struggle. The space compresses the brilliance, the brilliance breaks through the space, and finally compresses and condenses into fullness. The stars on the dark night sky turned into the lonely stream of fire on the wasteland, and turned into the spring reflected on the dewdrops.

Then all the pictures disappeared in Sangsang’s eyes, invisible and invisible, even non-existent, a piece of absolute darkness and silence, deeper than the deepest night, darker than the darkest cloud, like a king The pupil.

If I changed to another ordinary girl, I would have fainted in shock, but Sangsang didn’t. She didn’t know what happened. She couldn’t understand everything that happened between the cliffs, but she still kept her eyes wide open. Qing looked at everything she could see, watched quietly and waited quietly, she wanted to see everything she could see, remember everything she could remember, because she knew that Ning Que would want to know what happened today. What happened.

In the absolute darkness, a very small spot of light suddenly appeared, and then the spot of light suddenly erupted into countless beams of light, bursting through the entire space in an instant, like the birth of a new world.

It's like countless beautiful fireworks in the night sky.

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

The rainbow ban covering the unnamed peaks disappeared without a trace.

Snowflakes are picked again.

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

At this time, they finally became real old people, coughing when the cold wind passed through the cliffs.

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

The right sleeve of the cotton-padded jacket on the great priest of Guangming has turned into nothingness. He was a little bit shivered and inserted his right arm into the left sleeve, squatting down like an old farmer, slightly squinting his eyes and looking at somewhere in the sky.

Master Yan Se pointed to a place in the north and said to the old man beside him: "I saw an unprecedented big charm. The big charm has only two simple strokes. It starts in the north of the wasteland, and one stroke falls in the west. The pen falls to the east."

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

At the previous moment, he surpassed the five realms of cultivation, and even went further, clearly seeing the world over there, the real future, so he knew that the unprecedented great talisman was real, it was human real It can be written, so he was moved with joy and admiration.

The great priest of Guangming squatted on the edge of the cliff and followed his fingers to the north, but he saw something different. He who had truly entered the realm of Apocalypse, he had realized a lot of things that he had never been able to understand at that moment. thing.

The old man looked back at the sangsang under the poplar tree, with a hesitant and struggling expression on his old cheeks, until finally he was relieved and then realized, smiled and said: "So this is my chance."

Master Yan Se looked down at him, laughed, and said, "Isn’t it clear by now? No matter what the chance, it’s no longer yours and me, but theirs.

The old man stood up, sighed and said with a smile: "Yes, it will be their world from now on."

Many days ago, an old man was taken in by the little maid in the old pen’s house. At that time, the old man asked the little maid a question.

"Do you believe in chance?"

"I believe in chance."

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

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

"Since I met, I can't be separated anymore. It's just that what I saw is not real and what I met is not specific. I only know that he exists, but I don't know where he exists."

"Then I saw a person who knows by birth in the city of Chang'an. I think this is wrong, because there should be no person who knows by birth, so my chance with him begins."

Many days later, standing on the edge of the cliff on the outskirts of Chang'an City, the old man realized that his chance had never been with that person, but with 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 bright priest of Xiling Temple left this world peacefully. He was amazing and omnipotent in his life. He was called the strongest person in Taoshan, but because of the so-called chance, Fourteen years in prison.

He escaped from Taoshan and came to Chang'an City, but could not find the shadow of the dark night, as if this trip was just to meet Sangsang and then accept her as his descendant.

At the moment before he died, he was inspired by Haotian and finally saw clearly what the shadow of the night looks like for the first time. He saw that his heirs would inherit himself and shine in the world, so he left. It is very reassuring.

For hundreds of years, the best rune master of the Haotian Taoist school left this world peacefully. He laughed and cursed in his life, playing with the world, without any false name, but he was the first to rely on the rune The strong man who crossed the five realms in the sky.

Master Yan Se has been casual and casual throughout his life, just looking for a heir. When he met that pair of chicken soup posts, he finally got his wish, as if he lingered in the brothel in his life just to accept that guy as his descendant.

At the moment before he died, he saw through the reincarnation of light and darkness, saw the big talisman, and knew that his heir, Ning Que, would definitely write a big talisman in the world that he had never written before in his life. , Knowing that that guy will be able to accomplish what countless generation talismans want to accomplish, so he left very relieved and even happy.

The wind blows, the wind blows, the snow rises and the snow rests, and the cliffs are quiet.

The lonely poplar tree looked at the sky lonely, and the lonely Sangsang wiped his eyes, holding two heavy urns with difficulty, walked to the edge of the cliff with difficulty, and then knelt to two knees. Before the ashes.

The mountain breeze on the cliff has been blowing, and the two piles of ash have been swept everywhere. Many of them have been swept into the air, flying onto the snow, and even farther away.

Sangsang knelt on the ground, stretched out his hands to hold the ash and put it in the urn.

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

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

She reminded herself softly, holding the tastes of the two old people into the urn.

The annoying mountain breeze came to interrupt from time to time, and the dust was everywhere, even on her cotton skirt and little face.

Sangsang raised the back of his hand and wiped his face, then lowered his head to continue holding ashes into the urn.

……(to be continued)