The huge power that should be described by the splendid and brilliantly described from the sky, and entered the human body. If there is no experience or preparation, the relatively small and fragile human body may be directly.
It was collapsed into countless fragmented lights by this force, or it turned into an idiot.
But this situation is no stranger to the Great Protoss. Many years ago, he took that step and realized that Haotian's revelation. He understands that he only needs to open his heart and body in all directions to get Hao
God gives the most precious gifts of human beings, so that this force that should not appear in the world can be used.
The bright and profound eyes of the bright god official stared at everything between the cliffs, as if seeing the lines of every cut space of the well, and the Shenhui surrounded by his index finger has become a real white glory, beautiful
The circulating holy milky white fluff has an unimaginable terrorist atmosphere.
Numerous sacred milk white fluff spreads from the fingers, and some hang down like an umbrella, protecting his body, and more instantly stabbing out like the sun.
In the space.
After the Dao Dao Light pierced into the space fragments, those fragments suddenly became bright, and the horrible atmosphere contained in the light supported the lines of the edge, so that the space no longer continued to break.
Master Yanse cut the space into fragments with a strong meaning of more than five realms.
The Grand Grand God Officer forcibly maintains the existence of space with the power of the Apocalypse.
Tens of thousands of bright crushing spaces are like tens of thousands of mirrors. The picture of the cliff air snowflakes and grass trees appears in the mirror. Although it is a broken picture with no connection after being cut, it still exists.
The edge of tens of thousands of bright light mirrors, those cut lines are trembling slightly. These lines collapse, and the power of light will break through the imprisonment of cutting and return to the real and complete world.
The space continues to be broken, no matter what kind of bright atmosphere is filled, it can only gradually dim.
Who is more powerful?
Fu Dao is the principle of self -understanding of human beings from heaven and earth. The deepest law of the world that has mastered itself is the reward or punishment of Haotian on this world. Who can win who?
Everything between the cliffs, including the cliff itself, has been cut, and supported by Haotian's light and indifference. It did not turn into green smoke. Only one tree was not crushed, and it was not sealed into the bright mirror.
It was a straight poplar tree, a little girl squatting under the tree.
The little girl held an old hoe with her left hand, and holding a new cricket in her right hand.
She trembled slightly between the light and runes between the cliffs, like the grass in the cold wind.
I don't know where to escape from a piece of snow gently on her shoulders.
She picked up the snow and felt the slow melting between the snow between the fingers. Looking at the pair of willow eyes between the scenes, the eyes became brighter, the eyes became brighter, but the pupils became more dark, and the black pupils seemed to be able to see.
To the essence of light.
The Great Lights who surpass the five realms and the great light of the realm of the Apocalypse, the battle between them has no specific form and picture in the real world.
The little girl under Bai Yang was sealed outside the space, so she was a real onlooker.
Therefore, after the battle that could not be understood at all, after falling into the black eyes of Sang Sang, it was depicted as a picture that humans could understand. Those pictures were beautiful to the extreme, and it was extremely strenuous.
The magnificent breath, the sacred light, the fearless world, the meaning of the horizontal gangs, they cut each other to hurt each other, snuggle, struggle, the space compressed the glory, the glory broke through the space, and finally compressed and condensed into the night of the sky paint.
The stars on the dome have become the flow of fire on the wasteland, turning into the spring meaning reflected on the dew.
Then all the pictures disappeared in Sang Sang's eyes, invisibly, and even no existence. A absolute darkness and silence were deeper than the deepest night, darker than the darkest clouds, like the pupils of Single.
If it was replaced with other ordinary little girls, it was probably shocked to faint, but Sang Sang did not know what happened. She couldn't understand everything that happened between the cliffs, but she still opened her eyes and looked at it.
Everything you can see, watch quietly, wait quietly, to see everything that can be seen, remember everything that can be remembered, because she knows that Ning Que must know what happened today.
In absolute darkness, a very small light spots suddenly appeared, and then the light spots suddenly erupted into countless light particles, breaking through the entire space, like the birth of a new world.
It's just like there are countless beautiful fireworks in the night.
Sang Sang looked at the beautiful fireworks, rubbing her eyes ignorantly. When she opened her eyes again, she found that the one that had happened disappeared, and the cliff returned to her eyes.
The rainbow forbidden to cover the unknown mountain peak disappeared without a trace.
Snowflakes are underneath again.
There are two old people standing on the cliff.
At this time, they finally turned into a real elderly, and they coughed when the cold winds walking between the cliffs.
Master Yan Se raised his arms, wiped his nose with a tunnel sleeve, looked at the sky murmured and said: It turned out to be the case. "
The right sleeves of the cotton jacket on the Great Protoss had turned into nothingness. He chilled into the sleeve tube on the left, squatting down like an old farmer, squinting his eyes slightly and watching somewhere in the sky.
Master Yan Seng pointed to the north, and said to the old man beside me, "I saw an unprecedented charm. The rune only had two simple strokes, which started in the north of the wasteland.
East."
Then he looked back at Chang'an City, who silently guarded himself for many years, and said with emotion: "Meet here."
At that moment, he surpassed the five realms and even went to a farther place, and clearly saw the world over there, the real future, so he knew that the unprecedented charm was real, and humans could really write
It came out, so he was so happy that he couldn't add it.
The Grand Grand God officials squatted on the cliff and looked north along his fingers, but saw different things. He really entered the realm of the Apocalypse. At that moment, he realized that many things that could not be realized before.
The old man looked back at Sang Sang under the poplar, showing a hesitation look on his old cheeks, until he finally liberated his release and then realized, "This is my chance."
Master Yan Se looked down at him, laughed, and said, "At this time, can't you see it? In any chance, it is no longer you and me, but their business.
The old man stood up and sighed and said with a smile: "Yes, it will be their world in the future."
Many days ago, an old man was accepted by the young maid in the old pen. At that time, the old man asked a question about the little maid.
"Do you believe in chance?"
"I believe in opportunity."
"I believe everyone is destined to meet some people and do something. These things arranged by Haotianan are opportunities.
"Many years ago, I saw the shadow of the night falling in this city. When I saw it, I met."
"Now that you meet, you can no longer be separated, but what you see is not true. What you meet is not specific. I only know that he exists, but I don’t know where he exists."
"Then I saw a person who was known in Chang'an City. I think this is wrong, because there should be no one in the world, so I and his opportunity start."
Many days later, standing on the cliffs on the outskirts of Chang'an City, the old talents understood that his opportunity had always been on that person, but on the little maid named Sang Sang.
A burst of winter wind blew, and the two elderly people standing side by side on the cliff became ashamed in an instant, like snow.
For hundreds of years, the best bright god official in the Temple of Xiling has left the world calmly, and he was shocked in his life. He was the strongest.
Year.
He fled Momoyama and came to Chang'an City, but failed to find the shadow of the night, as if this trip was just to meet Sang Sang, and then accepted her as a heir.
At the moment of dying, he was revealed by Haotian. Finally, for the first time, he clearly saw what the shadow of the night looked like. Seeing that his descendants would inherit his light in the world, so he left very much.
Anxin.
For hundreds of years, the best Rune division in Haotian Daomen has left this world calmly. He laughed and scolded in his life.
The strong of the realm.
Master Yanse's life was casual and casual, but just found a descendant. When he met the chicken soup post, he finally got his wish, as if this life was just to accept the guy as a heir.
At the moment of dying, he saw the reincarnation of light and darkness, saw the big man, and knew that his descendants would definitely write a big rune that he had never written in the world in the future.
The guy will be able to complete the things that countless algemists want to complete, so he leaves very secure and even happy.
The wind rises the wind, the snow is resting, and the cliff is quiet.
The lonely white poplars looked at the sky alone, the lonely Sangsang wiped his eyes, holding two heavy crickets, walking to the cliff, and then kneeled to the two piles of ash
Then, then
The mountain wind on the cliff has been blowing. The two piles of ash were rolled everywhere. Many of them had been rolled into the air, flew to the snow, and even flew to a farther place.
Sang Sang knelt on the ground, stretching out his hands and holding the ash into the villain.
"The teacher lives in Xinyu, he likes to be clean."
"The young master's teacher lives in the old puppet, he is not afraid of oil."
She reminded herself softly to install the ashes of the two elderly people into the cricket.
The annoying mountain breeze came from time to time to disturb, the gray that blows is all around, and even blows to her cotton skirt and small face.
Sang Sang raised his back and wiped his face, and then bowed his head and continued to hold the ash.