Nightfall Chapter 55: Black Dream (Part 1)
Endless black and cold poured into the sky from the **** umbrella, dyeing the sky in the northern part of the wasteland into darkness, like night. Endless light and heat poured into the sky from the top of the magic scepter, dyeing the sky in the southern part of the wasteland with incomparable light, like a kingdom of God descending on the world.
In the **** look, Ye Hongyu looked at the sky that was cut into two completely different halves, with no expression on her beautiful face, then she wiped off the blood dripping from her forehead and looked towards Sangsang to the north.
Sangsang is the daughter of Pluto. You can imagine anything happening to her. Although Ye Hongyu was shocked, he didn't put any more energy into it. In the end, his eyes fell on the head teacher of Xiling Temple, a few miles away in the east.
The tip of her eyebrows furrowed slightly, because she couldn't see clearly whether the holy beam of light sprayed from the master's body and fell on the sky, or fell on him from the sky.
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In the meadows dozens of miles south of the wasteland, dozens of riders are watching the northern sky.
The silver mask reflects the weird and palpitating sky. Light and darkness meet in his eyes. The color of Long Qing’s eyes has become grayer and grayer, and his emotions have become extremely complicated. I don’t know what I’m thinking about. what.
Nowadays, he doesn't care what the light is and what the darkness is. He is just jealous that the little girl holding the **** umbrella has attracted everyone's attention, and even Ning Que has become the center of the world at this time.
I should be the one standing there. Prince Longqing thought so, and remembered that after escaping from Zhishou Temple two years ago, he thought he was the son of Pluto, so he became more jealous.
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In Helan City, His Majesty the Emperor Datang looked at the sky and was silent. The invasion of the underworld heralded by the advent of night did not make the most powerful monarch in the world feel timid. On the contrary, his eyes were The light and gloom on the sky became more and more clear, and it seemed a little excited.
Master Huang Yang stood beside His Majesty, bowing his head to the light and darkness in the sky. His lips moved slightly, not knowing what was being said.
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On the mountain behind the academy, the wisteria fruit on the cliff rain corridor is blooming, the walls of the small building are covered with green vines, there is no one in the dark cliff cave, people are all on the cliff.
The elder brother and all the younger brothers and sisters stood on the edge of the cliff, silently looking towards the sky cut by darkness and light in the north. The majestic Chang'an City is shrouded in golden luster.
"We should be there now." The Second Senior Brother said.
The big brother said: "Even there. We can't do anything."
The second brother said: "But at least we are there."
The big brother said: "The teacher does not agree that we are there, so we can only watch here."
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In the Southern Jin Jiange, the gloomy hollow of the mountain is quiet. The woods behind the mountain were stained in late spring, but it had no effect on the cliff cave, the pool in front of the thatched cottage. Still chilling.
The sword sage Liubai sat cross-legged on the edge of the pool, bowed his head without looking at the sky, because the opening at the top of the cliff cave was too small, even if he looked up at the clouds, he could only see a bright light.
A big sword of ancient meaning rises slowly from the bottom of the pond. Compared with this sword, the sword commonly used by Liubai on the straw house frame is as ruined as a straw.
No one knew that the sword sage Liubai was hiding in the belly of Jiange Mountain. He has been thinking and enlightening by the pool for many years, except for not daring to appear in the world because of the fear in his heart, he has been training a real sword.
That must be the strongest sword in the world.
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The sky covers the earth and can be seen by everyone, so everyone in the world sees the sky that is cut apart by light and darkness, but because of the perspective, it goes further south. The more light in people’s sight, the smaller the dark sky. To the extreme south, the dark sky on the wasteland becomes a black touch on the ground, which looks like a squashed dark passage. .
If that dark channel connects the underworld and the world. So what will come out of that channel in the next moment? The army of the underworld or the body of the Pluto?
In the extreme south of the South China Sea, the tides generate and disappear. The huge waves shook the reefs, the submarine volcanoes kept gushing magma, evaporating sea water, and white mist enveloped the island.
On the black reef at the edge of the island, a Taoist man in Tsing Yi stood. He looked at the dark sky like a dark tunnel in the far north, raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Sunset sand will fall down tomorrow?"
After saying this, he was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Still not right."
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Buddha Zong did not participate in the Holy War in the Wasteland.
As Master Liansheng said to Ning Que back then, and later the Master and many others said, the way that Buddhism finally enlightened was to close his eyes and shut up.
Because of the Buddha’s last words, the Buddhist monks tried to kill Sangsang, the daughter of the Hades, and save the people from the great horror. However, it was also because the Buddha passed down the essence of the Dharma. When the daughter of Hades did not Being killed, the invasion of the underworld is irreversible, eternal night is coming, and when the world is about to enter the end of the world, the Buddhist monks no longer try to do anything, but begin to avoid and hide.
In the depths of the Western Wilderness, in that huge and deep sinkhole, clouds and mist are lingering, neither the holy light nor the dark night shadow can penetrate into the clouds and fall on people.
Countless tens of thousands of dark-skinned slaves of believers knelt at the bottom of the tiankeng, praying and praying to the huge mountain in the center of the tiankeng. Their faces were full of piety and fear.
All the monks in the Hanging Temple have hidden in the yellow temples among the peaks. The faint sound of chanting from different temples, and then gradually drips down like water, as if to bring the whole mountain Hooded.
The first seven masters in the Venerable Hall, standing in front of an ancient bell outside a temple, with only **** left on the left hand. When it falls on the face of the clock, tap it from time to time to help the sound of the scripture spread farther. .
Looking at the sky in the far east, looking at the scene where light and darkness confront each other, the expression on his face looked a little anxious, the firmness and calmness of the past, he did not know where he went.
The end of the Dharma era predicted by the Buddha is finally coming. However, too much of the artifact left by the Buddha has been lost. The net bell is destroyed, and the chessboard is missing. Then can the Xuankong Temple escape the eyes of the Pluto?
A calm and indifferent voice sounded in front of Qi Mei.
"Night is coming. The dharmas collapsed for great horror, but Haotian overlooks the world, and will never allow such tragic events to happen. Now the light has arrived, and the night is not likely to win. My Buddha disciples must be sincere Pray."
Seven awe-inspiring teaching, fingers leave the clock face. Sitting cross-legged in front of the temple. Looking to the East, he put his hands together, and prayed sincerely and quietly: "I am the Buddha, be merciful, and the common people should be blessed by the Buddha."
There are countless yellow temples among the peaks. The voice of prayer gradually came out.
"The gods and Buddhas bless you."
"Fudo Mingwang bless you."
"Bright..."
There was no chanting or prayer in the first lecture of the Xuankong Temple. He held a tin stick. Standing at the top of the mountain, looking at the parallel wasteland, looking at the light and darkness in the distance, his expression was extremely tired.
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The night is getting wider, and it slowly invades to the south. There are countless fine cracks on the edge of the bright sky, like a spider web, and then it is instantly poured in by the night and turned black.
When the night meets the light. No sound was made, but everyone on the ground in the wasteland felt that their heart was beating fast in an instant, and then a kind of extremely intense pain occurred.
People watched the bright sky being occupied by the night, and the pain in their hearts became more and more serious. They held their chests, but they didn't know whether the pain came from the body or the soul.
The black crack on the edge of the bright sky. Gradually it became thicker and thicker, until finally those cracks turned into lines and blocks, and then merged together, that is the new dark night.
If this situation is allowed to continue to develop. The night will become stronger and stronger, and the Illuminati will become weaker and weaker. After a moment or hundreds of years, the entire world will be covered by night, and the people living on this land and the beasts in the mountains and forests will no longer see the light.
Endless fear occupies the heart of the coalition forces in the Xiling Temple. Even the people in the deserted tribe, seeing this shocking scene, instinctively give rise to fear.
In the pavilion of the gods, the tall figure of the head teacher of Xiling Temple suddenly knelt down, still holding the magic staff tightly in his right hand, and the calm and loud prayers sounded like water on the wasteland.
Hundreds of thousands of Xiling God's Temple Army all knelt to the ground, and followed the headmaster and began to pray together, even Tang Jun also knelt to the ground, because they were also Haotian believers, and they were also afraid of the coming of Eternal Night.
Hundreds of thousands of people prayed in unison. At the beginning, the voice seemed a little noisy, and then gradually became more and more tidy, stronger and more shocking.
People prayed for the miracle of Haotian, prayed for the prosperity of the light, prayed for the night to recede.
The sky in the southern part of the wasteland suddenly became brighter, as if an infinite amount of light was reinjected into the firmament, and the dark night that was slowly descending south was gradually stopped.
There was a scream of crows in the night, and the black night began to roll and roll. It seemed that there was some kind of consciousness there that felt blasphemy, so it began to be angry and violent.
The ice and snow lotus at Sangsang's feet is already in full bloom.
She closed her eyes and held the **** umbrella in her hand tightly. The cold air kept gushing out of her body, swirling the atmosphere of the world in the wasteland, turning into gloomy black, towards the night Perfusion continuously.
Ning Que stood not far from her, looking at her in silence.
Light and darkness use the sky as the battlefield, and they are fighting against each other. This kind of confrontation between light and darkness is actually the confrontation between existence and nonexistence, which is far beyond the level of human beings, and it is not his influence.
At this time, Sangsang awakened from the cold air in her body, and even a piece of snow fell on her body, it would also be shattered into the smallest structure, so he could no longer hold her hand.
His hand is bleeding, and the drops of blood fall to the ground with a snapping sound.
He can't do anything at this time, and it doesn't make sense to do anything, so he can only look at her quietly.
Suddenly, he felt a bit familiar with what he saw at this time.
He looked south and found dead bodies everywhere on the wasteland battlefield. He looked at the sky, the patch of light, like a blazing sun. And the night is sweeping away.
Ning Que confirmed that he had seen these pictures before.
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(Report to everyone that there are some private matters to be dealt with today, so this chapter may be the only one. I'm sorry, I will write four chapters tomorrow. Well, this is really coming later. I am looking forward to it, but I am really nervous. , Because I’m not confident in my ability and I’m afraid that I won’t be able to write what I should feel. In short, I will write hard tomorrow. See you tomorrow.) {PiaoTian Literature www.PiaoTian.com Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest Power}