Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 55: Black Dream (1)
The endless darkness and cold poured into the sky from the big black umbrella, dyeing the sky in the north of the wasteland into darkness, like the arrival of the night. The endless light and heat pouring into the sky from the top of the magical staff into the sky, dyeing the sky in the south of the wasteland into extremely brightness,
It is like the kingdom of God coming to the earth.
Inside the blood-colored divine chariot, Ye Hongyu looked at the sky that was cut into completely different halves, with no expression on her beautiful face. Then she wiped off the blood flowing from her forehead and looked at Sangsang in the north.
Sangsang is the daughter of Pluto, and anything can be imagined to happen to her. Although Ye Hongyu was shocked, he did not have the spirit of betting on the head of the Xiling Temple, several miles away from the east, his eyes eventually fell on the head of the Xiling Temple.
Her eyebrows were slightly frowned because she could not see clearly whether the holy pillar of light was spurted out of the head master, landed on the sky, or landed on him from the sky.
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Among the meadows dozens of miles south of the wasteland, dozens of riders were watching the sky in the north.
The silver mask reflected the strange and heart-pounding sky. Light and darkness met in his eyes. Longqing's eyes became more and more gray and his emotions became extremely complex. He didn't know what he was thinking.
Now he doesn't care about what light is and what darkness is. He is just jealous of the little girl holding a big black umbrella that attracted everyone's attention, and Ning Que became the center of the world at this time.
I should be the one standing there. Prince Longqing thought so, and remembered that after he fled from Zhishouguan two years ago, he thought that he was the son of Pluto, so he became more and more jealous.
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In Helan City, His Majesty the Emperor of Tang looked at the sky and remained silent. The invasion of the underworld predicted by the arrival of the night did not cause the most powerful monarch in the world to have any fear. On the contrary, his eyes were silenced from the sky.
The light and darkness shine more and more clearly, and it seems a little excited.
Master Box Yang stood beside His Majesty the Emperor, bowing his head to the light and darkness in the sky as a polite manner. His lips moved slightly, and he didn't know what he was saying.
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In the back mountain of the academy, the wisteria fruits on the rain corridor on the cliffs are blooming. The walls of the small building are covered with green vines. There is no one in the dark cliff cave, and everyone is on the cliff.
The eldest brother and all his junior brothers and sisters stood by the cliff, looking silently at the sky cut by darkness and light in the north. The majestic Chang'an City was shrouded in golden luster.
"We should be there now." said the second senior brother.
The eldest brother said, "Even if we are there, we can't do anything."
The second senior brother said, "But at least we are there."
The senior brother said, "The teacher doesn't agree with us there, so we can only watch here."
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In Jiange, the dark abdomen of the mountain is quiet in the hollow. The deep spring colored the woods behind the mountain, but had no effect on the cliff cave. The pool in front of the thatched hut was still chilling.
The sword saint Liu Bai sat cross-legged by the pond, lowering 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 piece of light.
An ancient sword slowly rose from the bottom of the pond water. Compared with this sword, the sword that Liu Bai often used on the trench was as dilapidated as straw.
No one knows that the sword saint Liu Bai is hiding in the belly of Jiange Mountain. He has been meditating and enlightening the truth for many years. Except for the fear in his heart that he dared not appear in the world, he has been refining 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 cut by light and darkness, but because of the perspective, the more you go south, the more light you see in people's sight, the dark sky
The smaller it was, to the extreme south, the dark sky on the wasteland turned into a touch of black in the distance of the ground, looking like a crushed dark passage.
If that dark passage connects the underworld and the human world, then what will come out of that passage in the next moment? The army of the underworld or the body of the Pluto?
In the depths of the South China Sea in the extreme south, tides emerge and tides die. Huge waves shake the reefs, and the volcanoes under the sea kept gushing with magma, evaporating sea water, and white mist covered the island.
On the black reef on the edge of the island, a Taoist in Qingyi stood. He looked at the black sky like a dark passage in the far north, raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "The sand in the sunset will turn tomorrow?"
After saying this, he was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It's still wrong."
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The Buddha Sect did not participate in the holy war in the wasteland.
Just as Master Liansheng said to Ning Que back then, and later what the Master and many people said, the method that the Buddha Sect finally realized was to close his eyes and shut up his mouth and keep silent.
Because of the Buddha's last words, the monks of the Buddha Sect tried to kill Sangsang, the daughter of the Hades, and save the people from great horror. However, it was also because the Buddha passed down the essence of Buddhism that when the Hades was not killed
The invasion of the underworld is irreversible. The eternal night is coming and the world is about to enter the Dharma-Ending Age. Buddhist monks no longer try to do anything, but start to hide and hide.
Deep in the Western Wasteland, in the huge and deep sinkhole, clouds and mists cannot be dispersed. No matter the holy light or the dark night shadows, they cannot penetrate the clouds and fall on people.
Tens of thousands of dark-skinned believers and slaves knelt at the bottom of the sinkhole, kowtowed to the huge mountain in the center of the sinkhole, their faces filled with piety and fear.
All the monks in Hanging Temple have hid in the yellow temples among the mountains. The faint sound of chanting scriptures came from different temples, and then gradually flowed down like water, as if they were about to cover the entire mountain.
The seven masters in the first lord of the Venerable Hall stood in front of an ancient bell outside a temple, with only two fingers left. When they landed on the clock face, they tapped from time to time to help the sound of the bell spread further away.
Looking at the sky in the far east and the scene where light and darkness confronted him, the expression on his face seemed a little anxious. His resoluteness and calmness in the past had long been unknown where he had gone.
The Dharma-Ending Age predicted by the Buddha is finally coming, but the magical tools left by the Buddha have already lost too much. The clean bell is destroyed and the chessboard is missing. Can Hanging Temple still avoid the gaze of the Patriarch?
A calm and calm voice sounded in front of Qimei.
"The night is coming. All dharmas are destroyed, which is a great shock. However, the Haotian overlooks the world and will never allow such tragic situations to happen. Now that the light has arrived, the night will not be won. My Buddhist disciples should pray sincerely."
Seven men were taught with a stern heart, and their fingers left the clock face. They sat cross-legged in front of the temple. Looking to the east, they put their hands together, and prayed sincerely: "I am merciful, and all of us should be blessed by the Buddha."
There are countless yellow temples among the peaks. The sound of prayer gradually comes from the sounds.
"Blessed by the gods and Buddhas of the heavens."
"The King of Constant Victory."
"bright……"
There was no chanting or praying at the first part of the Hanging Temple. He stood at the top of the mountain, looking at the parallel wasteland, looking at the light and darkness in the distance, and looking at the light and darkness in the distance, his expression seemed extremely tired.
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The night gradually widened and slowly invaded the south. Countless fine cracks appeared on the edge of the bright sky, like spider webs, and then they were instantly poured into the night and turned black.
When the night met the light, there was no sound, but everyone on the wasteland felt that their hearts were beating quickly in an instant, and then they felt extremely severe pain.
People watched the bright sky be occupied by the night inch by inch, and the pain in their hearts became heavier and heavier. They covered their chests, but did not know whether the pain came from the body or the soul.
The black cracks on the edge of the sky gradually become thicker and thicker, until the cracks eventually turn into lines, into strips, and then blend together, and that is the new night.
If this situation continues to develop, the night will become stronger and the light will become weaker. In a moment or hundreds of years, the whole world will be covered by the night and live on this land.
People and the beasts in the mountains and forests can no longer see the light.
Endless fear occupied the hearts of the Xiling Temple coalition forces. Even the people in the deserted tribe, when they saw this shocking scene, they instinctively felt fear.
In the pavilion of the divine chariot, the tall figure of the head of the Xiling Temple suddenly knelt down, and his right hand was still holding the divine staff tightly. The prayer that was as calm as water but as loud as thunder sounded on the wasteland.
Hundreds of thousands of Xiling Temple troops knelt on the ground and followed the head sect to pray together. Even the Tang army knelt on the ground because they were also believers in Haotian, 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 neat, stronger and more shocking.
People pray for the miracles of Haotian, the prosperity of light, and the night retreats.
The sky in the south of the wasteland suddenly became brighter, as if there was a lot of light being poured into the sky again, and the dark night that was slowly moving south was gradually stopped.
A shrill crow sounded in the night, and the ink-like darkness began to roll and roll. It seemed that there was a certain consciousness there that felt that it was blasphemed, so it began to be angry and violent.
The ice and snow lotus under Sangsang's feet are already in full bloom.
She closed her eyes and held the big black umbrella in her hand tightly. The cold breath kept gushing out of her body, swirling the aura of heaven and earth in the wasteland, turning into dark black, constantly pouring into the dark night
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Ning Que stood not far beside her and looked at her silently.
Light and darkness are fighting with the sky as the battlefield. This confrontation between light and darkness is actually a confrontation between existence and non-existence, far beyond the level of human beings, and it is not something he can influence.
At this time, the cold and cold breath in Sangsang's body woke up. Even if a piece of snow fell on her body, it would be shattered into the most subtle structure, so he could no longer hold her hand.
His hands were bleeding, and the blood beads fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.
At this time, he could not do anything, and nothing was meaningless, so he could only look at her quietly.
Suddenly, he felt that everything he saw at this time looked familiar.
He looked south and found corpses everywhere on the battlefield of the wasteland. He looked at the sky, and the light seemed to be a storm of sunshine. The night was 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 maybe this chapter is just this one. Sorry, I will write four chapters tomorrow. Well, this is really here later. I am looking forward to it, but I am really nervous because it is right.
I am not confident in my ability and am afraid that I can't write it out. In short, I will work hard tomorrow, see you tomorrow.){Piaotian Wenxue www.PiaoTian.com Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}