The dark sky tore open, and thunderbolts as thick as arms fell through the twisted gaps, followed by strong winds mixed with dense smoke, pungent brass, and the pungent smell of sulfur.
These violent winds swirled around the earth, emitting long and shrill howls. The heavy mountain peaks they passed through silently disintegrated, turned into the tiniest particles, and disappeared out of thin air.
"We are finished...the world is finished!"
In the center of the nearly annihilated world, a lonely mountain peak with a radius of more than ten miles is floating in the void. On the mountain peak, several middle-aged Taoists with long beards and jade crowns, like Yue Zhiyuanlin, stand silently, each with a pale face.
, with a sad face.
In this ancient world that has existed for hundreds of thousands of years, countless lives have flourished, countless splendid civilizations and powerful dynasties have existed, and tens of thousands of martial saints, martial gods and other super powerful people have been born.
But now, everything has come to an end, the world is collapsing, and the smell of destruction is everywhere.
On the mountain peak, several people slowly raised their heads and looked up at the sky, where the battle continued:
In mid-air, thousands of time and space came and went, and countless tyrannical beings kept coming out of these opened alien spaces.
Among them are the ancient giants who are infinitely powerful and can shake mountains apart; the behemoths of the Witch Clan that are hundreds of feet high and filled with white bones stacked on top of each other; the terrifying monsters with ribs, wings, and six arms that shatter the vacuum...
All kinds, endless.
And higher up, the fighting became more and more intense. Thousands of tyrannical consciousnesses that made the world change color were constantly shot out from the depths of the void, rumbling and crashing together, every time.
Earth-shattering, landslides and earth-shattering, triggering the annihilation of countless time and space around them.
However, the most frightening thing is that at the top of the dark clouds, there is a terrifying hand that covers the sky and the sun, exuding either destruction, decay, decay, masculinity, ancientness, vastness, or
Holy, or dark breath, kept coming from the unknown depths of time and space, and with a gentle grab, many creatures' flesh and blood turned into mud and powder...
This is a truly cruel battlefield, where everything turns to ashes and flesh and blood turn to mud!
However, no one backed down. Yaksha, Rakshasa, Shura, Martial Saint, Martial God, God of Heaven, Evil God, Monster Race...many super strong men rushed into the air one after another, and fell down like raindrops one after another.
Broken limbs fill the void...
Looking at this scene, the eyes of several middle-aged Taoists were bloodshot.
"Fight! Only by fighting can we win!"
"It's impossible, this world is doomed!"
"Then just do nothing?"
…
Several people clenched their fists deeply, their hearts twitching. They wanted to do something, but they were unable to struggle. In this war, their strength was too weak.
"I'm not willing to give in! This is a war between gods and demons. Why do they want to destroy our world?"
Several people clenched their fists deeply. They were all so powerless in the face of the world that was about to be destroyed.
"give up."
At the front, a middle-aged Taoist who looked quite authoritative suddenly turned around and looked at his companions with deep and painful eyes:
"Our destiny has been determined. It doesn't matter whether we live or die. It's just that the world has developed for hundreds of thousands of years before a civilization of our level was born. These powerful forces have accumulated the weapons and weapons of countless of us.
Learning and Taoism should not disappear with our death, they must be passed on."
"The world will continue to be destroyed, but on the ruins of the old world, new lives will continue to be born - just like us in the past. As long as our orthodoxy can be passed on, then the world will not be considered extinct."
Everyone nodded, this was also their common wish before the end came.
"But how can the Taoism be preserved and passed on? The life of the next world must be born from the foundation of ignorance and ignorance. Everything starts from scratch. How can we preserve the scriptures written in the words of this world?
Do you know it? How to pass it on?"
Another middle-aged Taoist said loudly.
Everyone was silent. The "new world" born on the basis of the Great Collapse will inevitably develop a completely new trajectory. Faced with the unfamiliar words in the scriptures, no matter how hard they work, for future generations, they can only be disappointed!
"...Writing is just a tool for thinking. The truly powerful Taoism can only be understood through the 'meaning' but cannot be expressed in words. Since the words may be completely different, let's draw the 'scripture' as a 'painting'."
The middle-aged Taoist leader pondered for a long time and finally made a decision that would affect countless eras and epochs in the future:
"Whether it's the next world, the next world... or no matter how many worlds there are, as long as they are still human beings, as long as they have enough talent, as long as they can see the scriptures and paintings we left, then... they
Then we can learn the essence of it. - In this way, no matter what kind of catastrophe occurs, our orthodoxy will never be cut off!!"
The rumbling sound was deafening and resounded throughout the world.
"boom!"
After saying this, the middle-aged Taoist suddenly bit his index finger, pointed it out, and with a bang, golden light suddenly appeared in the void, and ripples appeared.
A moment later, a huge colorful scroll, solemn and solemn, slowly appeared in the void. In the center of the scroll, a huge "Tao Zun" was lifelike, as if it had come alive.
His eyes traveled across the scroll, and the huge divine body stretched across Taixu, with one hand pointing to the sky and the other touching the ground, inexplicably exuding a vast and eternal smell that reached the heavens and the earth.
On the mountain peak, the middle-aged Taoist nodded with satisfaction. His expression had been sluggish for a long time, as if the painting had drained too much of his energy.
"Go. No matter how many epochs and eras we pass from now on, as long as you get this scroll, you will be my disciple!..."
The Taoist punched hard, and the scroll in front of him immediately flew out with a bang, fluttering, and after being shaken for dozens of feet, it suddenly burned with blood, rolled up automatically, turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the infinite space...
One piece, two pieces, three pieces...
More and more people are following suit. Behind the Taoist master, thousands of sutras and paintings slowly emerge from everywhere in the darkness. They carry countless "Taoist Masters", "Heavenly Masters", "Immortal Lords", and "Immortal Lords".
"Star King"... also carries the hard work and dreams of countless strong men of this era, flying into the depths of space...
The stream of light rose, and the figures no longer lingered, suddenly jumped into the air, and threw themselves into the depths of the battlefield in the sky with smiles on their faces without hesitation...
…
"Amitabha!……"
A corner of the space slowly opens like a giant curtain, revealing the endless Buddhist kingdom behind. A white Buddha looks at the thousands of rising and flying "sea of sutras" below, shouts the Buddha's name, and reveals endless thoughts in his eyes.
compassion
The Buddha pointed his finger, and eight sutra paintings suddenly appeared in ripples, each with a Buddha. As soon as the eight scrolls were closed, they were also submerged in the tide of sutra paintings, turning into meteors and disappearing without a trace.
"I, the Buddha, became enlightened due to these eight dharmas. Whether I can be liberated or not depends on the dharma. - Poor sentient beings are so blinded by the fog that they cannot understand the truth of this world!"
The giant Buddha shook his head, turned and left. The endless Buddha Kingdom slowly closed behind him, leaving only a faint echo in the void:
"Medicine and medicine can save people, Buddha can save those who are destined..."
Boom!
After a long time, with an earth-shaking loud noise, the world collapsed. This was the destruction of one era and the beginning of another...
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