Seeing flowers in the mist was finally separated by a layer, but Liu Qiankun actually saw a white-robed god who looked exactly like himself, acting out every past event in his long life, just like a scene of ups and downs.
In the feature film, the white-robed god is the legendary god of rebellion, Emperor Qingdao, the pinnacle existence known as the number one person in the divine world.
The scene in the picture changed again. The white-robed god was sitting alone in a vast sea of clouds, holding a long sword between his knees. His eyebrows seemed to be frowning, as if he was thinking hard about something. After a long time, he finally moved.
He clasped the long sword with five fingers and swung it out with shaking hands. A blur of white light burst out of the sword, and the sea of clouds in the distance was split into two. Xu looked at the white mark extending into the endless distance. If there is a white-robed god,
He shook his head in thought, and with a shake of his hand, the long sword suddenly turned into fragments and scattered in all directions.
"From today on, I am the way of heaven..." The white-robed god looked down at the vast sea of clouds below him. A powerful aura that looked down on the heaven and earth spread out from under his feet. All the clouds and mists were swept away in a blink of an eye. The white-robed man
The sleeves of his robe swayed lightly, and mountains rose up from under his feet. He waved his sleeves, and the sky cracked. Then he waved his sleeves again, and mountains and rivers appeared... The two white robe sleeves were like huge white cabbage butterflies floating in the air, creating the world and transforming the world.
Give birth to all things.
A new world was miraculously born under the pair of flying sleeves. The white-robed god raised his palms, and a majestic palace stood on the top of the mountains, integrating with the surrounding scenery, just like it itself.
It should stand right here.
In the picture, the white-robed god changed his sword and came to a barbaric land permeated with the aura of death. A group of ugly demons rushed towards the white-robed man with their teeth and claws. Each of them had a shape like a hill.
The huge body and strong limbs contain unparalleled strength.
The white-robed godman still had that smile on his lips. With his palm raised, a sword flew out, as if there was no living thing in his field of vision. The sword had no light and turned into nothingness. All the demon gods in front of him just disappeared out of thin air.
Delicate flowers bloomed in the desolate land, and a touch of new green spread out like an unfolding carpet, and the earth once again glowed with vitality.
In the picture, the white-robed god is leaning on the milky-white throne, holding a green fruit in his hand, and a group of god-men are prostrate under him. They are bowing their heads in worship, but they don't know that they are far inferior to the green fruit in the eyes of the white-robed god.
Jerky green fruits are more attractive. The white-robed god smiled again, and a very magnetic voice sounded: "Keep the ones with fruits." After saying this, he raised his palm, and the green fruit floated up and turned into ashes in the air.
Three, fell into the hands of three old gods.
"Thank you, Emperor!" The three old gods had tears in their eyes, but their voices were extremely calm, because the three green fruits were actually held in their palms.
When the scene turned, the white-robed god was still sitting on the throne, but His Highness stood proudly with several indifferent-looking gods. One of them held a roll of golden silk in his hand and said loudly: "Emperor Qingdao, you are really the best.
Are you unwilling to comply with destiny?"
The white-robed god smiled coldly: "My destiny is up to me and not to God, since I am God." His words were full of mystery but without losing his arrogance.
"Hmph! Arrogant..." The scroll-wielding god was about to say something more, but his expression suddenly froze, and then a faint blood streak stretched out from the top of his head, snap! The whole person was shattered like a broken lens, including of course the lens in his hand.
Golden silk.
Liu Qiankun, who had always been a bystander, did not see any movement by the white-robed god-man. He only noticed that he had lightly glanced at the broken god-man before.
"You..." A trace of surprise appeared on the faces of the other two gods. They both stretched out their fingers to point at the white-robed god. However, they heard two popping sounds, and their two arms turned into mist and drifted away in vain. If there was blood,
The words have already evaporated before they even flowed out.
"Go back and tell your destiny. From today onwards, I, Qing Emperor, will rebel against destiny. Not only me, but thousands of gods and men will also rebel against destiny with me, hahaha..." The heroic laughter echoed in the hall, the two
The man of God covered his broken arm and left angrily.
The scenes that followed were mostly filled with killings. Rows of gods and men fell down under the Qing Emperor's sword, and more and more figures followed him. Divine beasts, sacred birds, demons, demons, gods... When the Qing Emperor stood in front of the void again
At that moment, there were dense crowds of figures kneeling at their feet. The sound of shouts like a mountain roar shook the world, but there was only one voice: "Qing Emperor, you are against your fate..."
At this scene, Liu Qiankun also felt that the blood all over his body was boiling, but he also found that since the Qing Emperor chose to go against his fate, the smile on his face had quietly left, and was replaced by a stern look, as if he had never changed for thousands of years.
Snow-capped peaks.
Liu Qiankun suddenly felt heartache. He could clearly feel the loneliness in Qingdi's heart and the deep loneliness behind everything in the world.
The Qing Emperor no longer smiles, and his pure baby-like smile is no longer there. Instead, he has been with the sword for endless years, with a sword in his hand, looking up to the sky.
"Idiot, is it worth it?" Liu Qiankun was heartbroken and a little regretful. Unknowingly, his emotions had been attracted by the lonely Qing Emperor. Maybe there were some similarities between the two of them. Qing Emperor was aloof and arrogant.
There is a hot heart under his cold appearance. Rather than saying that he is a god who is on top of the gods, he is more like a helpless and passionate person.
He is the supreme being who carries the hopes and beliefs of too many living beings.
Liu Qiankun quickly scanned the last few pictures and saw the three old gods kneeling opposite the Qing Emperor. They seemed to be begging for something. There was also a dull red-haired man beside the Qing Emperor. Liu Qiankun did not
He is not a stranger, because he is the red beard whom I once knew in the Suolong Valley.
Qing Emperor smiled, gently stroked his sword, then turned his palm and took out a sky blue long-necked jade bottle, uncorked the bottle, and closed his eyes. A white mist slowly overflowed from Qing Emperor's eyebrows, turning into
A straight thin column was thrown into the jade bottle. After a long time, the Qing Emperor opened his eyes again, carefully plugged the bottle mouth and handed it to an old god. His smile was very forced, and Liu Qiankun only felt another wave of pain in his heart.
colic.
Qing Emperor's back slowly disappeared into the distance, and all the images finally disappeared. However, that inexplicable emotion had filled Liu Qiankun's mind, which was painful and helpless.
The soul in his mind opened his eyes, and a trace of white air lingered around him.
"Are you in pain?" Yuanshen finally began to say a sentence, and a trace of white air instantly penetrated into his nostrils, making his little body tremble.
"You know very well that we are one person, and you are the Qing Emperor..." Yuanshen spoke lightly, and another trace of white air took the opportunity to penetrate into his mouth, and his body trembled again.
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