novelapdf Chapter 510 Nothing is wrong
Chapter 510 Nothing is wrong
Chapter 510 Nothing is wrong
The Weeping Moon and Qionghua stood completely behind Emperor Cuochen, and Shen Caiyan followed Jiang Moshu. Suddenly, the beauty and beauty appeared in the endless hell.
The emperor pointed forward, and the gorgeous magic blossomed like fireworks, erratic like the wind, and lightning shot like a rainbow, like a dreamlike scene.
In an instant, the magic has turned into an altar out of thin air in the endless hell.
Shen Caiyan is the master of the Infinite Prison, and the emperor's every move can't be hidden from her. The iron chains and red lotus are wrapped around the altar, but they are easily slid away, just like trying to catch the moon in the water, but in vain, she laughs. Eternal madness.
I resent the sky and hate the earth. A lonely dream in the spring breeze makes the world full of snow.
Imprisoned by love, I quietly sip poisonous wine, my eyebrows still the same as before.
Sail against the current, surrender to love and hate, and calamity will surely come.
The ghost maid smiled coldly. Sure enough, the emperor knew his own nature and there was no way he would admit his guilt.
If you know that I have sinned against you, it is only within yourself. Even the endless spring and autumn, the vast world, and the small human world cannot judge me or blame me.
"I told the master before that the slave family is the master's gods and demons, but I don't want to think about it today. No matter who he is, whether he is the emperor or the gods and demons, he has his own slave family to serve for the master."
Shen Caiyan stood leisurely and pretty, with an elegant face, just like an immortal transformed into a human being. The palace clothes on her body had silently faded away and transformed into a red lotus armor.
The red lotus fire, the green silk hair, the eyebrows and eyes are as picturesque as before,
Look at the prosperity, look at the care, look back at the end of the world and see the epiphyllum.
The huge war drum is pulled by the iron chain of Renshan and held up by the red lotus of karma. It hangs low like the moon and is alone in the world. It seems to be knocking at the door of the heart and speaking to the heart.
The relief of the Buddha and the deep resentment of the ghost are entangled in one place, and they are no longer distinguishable from each other. They seem to have merged into the ink, and every word I write is mine.
The gods and demons stepped on the altar and cried and chanted, and the ghosts stepped on the war drums and danced passionately.
The mighty magic and the Taoist rhyme colliding in hell are like encountering mortal enemies. They are attacking each other heavily, defending cautiously, cautiously and bravely.
Jiang Moshu and Emperor Cuochen looked at each other, their eyes burning brightly. Today, Qilin and the Emperor must have entered and left together in the Netherworld, but they were destined to die together.
In the endless hell, there is a mixture of blood and tears. Countless war ghosts are clinging to bright blades and possessing karmic fire, rushing up like a blood tide and crashing into the mist of tears.
The emperor stood behind the altar, looking at everything indifferently, watching the war ghosts killing and showing his courage, looking at the endless hell, and the endless fire of karma.
Intangible and qualityless magic appeared out of thin air. All the approaching war ghosts were infected by the seven emotions and fascinated by the six desires. However, they fell into love and hate, turning into crystal tears and falling into the netherworld, leaving only broken swords and The armor seems to express no regrets.
Emperor Cuochen smiled softly. In his eyes, the will on the other side was so pure. In the tide of intertwined luck and cause and effect, it was like a solid rock that refused to leave.
The bright dancing posture and the silent figure are really worth appreciating carefully. This is the most precious treasure in the world. It is performed without any reservation, without regard for life and death, and with all kinds of calculations, using one's body as a bait to achieve this peerless performance. dance.
In the past, I only thought that I was the brightest light in the world, and also the biggest darkness caused by the sin of the world. Unexpectedly, the obsession of the Taoist in front of me was not weaker than my own, and the sword bones were sharp and jingling.
"It's so beautiful, Sect Master Jiang. I never thought that a mere spirit ghost could possess mysteries comparable to those of gods and demons." The emperor said.
Amidst the moon-like chanting, the bright fairy shadow is stepping lightly and heavily on the war drum, filled with rugged joy, like boiling joys and sorrows.
It's like the River Styx flowing endlessly, like life and death carelessly passing by each other, like being able to cut off Liu Qingyun, and like being able to drink the sun and the moon go backwards.
"It's very beautiful. I didn't expect that she could do this."
Jiang Moshu smiled and gently touched his palms.
"The clouds are gathered into willow leaves, and Yan Shui is used to make fragrant snowflakes. In front of the emperor's throne, under the netherworld prison, one dance breaks off the killing.
Seeing the world in silence is like a dream, unwinding the eyebrows without any hindrance, taking off the reins, getting a cup of tea, and enjoying the epiphyllum of life. "
The beauty on the war drum smiled tenderly, and the beautiful and beautiful dance contained a delicate humming sound, which was like the sound of nature.
There is water in her beautiful eyes, she turns lightly on her lotus steps, and looks back several times. Her movement and stillness are like mountains and flowing water, soft like feathers, gentle and wonderful, revealing the most touching beauty.
Daozi responded with a warm and jade-like smile, and his tone became more and more passionate,
“I would rather fly ashes and be extinguished at my fingertips than chase the dust and float on the waves and go away with a clank. I don’t want to be ashamed of my prosperity. I won’t cross the hell until it is empty.
The galloping dragon releases the crane and holds the heaven and the earth. How can the flowing light here be taken lightly? Drinking the wind and moon, curling up with the time, going straight into the depths of the killing. "
As Daozi chanted, thousands of war ghosts' smart eyes were filled with burning light and brilliant killing intent.
Just like countless people in humanity, famous and unknown, some fell on the road to charge, some raised their strong chests, some were brilliant in a moment, and some walked forward firmly with heavy loads...
Even the emperor had no choice but to be moved and look intently at the vast tide of war.
This is the heroic spirit of the whole world, vast and immortal, like mountains and rivers, like a huge wall, and it seems that the eternal light of the sun and moon shrouds it.
Even if you are riddled with wounds, you must stand firm. Even if the long snow-capped mountains and rivers of humanity are condensed, you must speak arrogantly with a fiery and strong heart.
A pair of eyes are filled with fire and frost. They have been through one thing and done another. It is normal to just go through fire and water.
The entire Iron Mountain of Infinite Hell shook, and red lotuses swayed, as if they were shocked by the spirit of changing the world.
"It is said that Sect Master Jiang is a talent of King Ming. His murderous nature is rare in the world. When I saw him today, he was indeed extraordinary." Emperor Cuochen couldn't help but reveal a wry smile, but there was an appreciative look in his eyes.
The Shura Path is originally a glorious path among the great avenues of the heavens, but there are really not many people who can pass it.
If you refine your mind by killing, you will be stained by blood, gradually lose your original intention, and turn into an evil ghost who only knows killing.
This Taoist was not affected by the killing rhyme at all, which is really remarkable.
"The emperor's words really make me feel a little ashamed. I just took advantage of some cleverness. These killing and fighting rhymes are actually taken from mortals who have no supernatural powers."
Jiang Moshu nodded slightly and said solemnly.
Heaven and earth can be changed, but in the end there are some things that remain in your heart and are engraved in your soul that cannot be replaced.
Shen Tongyi's own knowledge is indeed shallow, but the stones from other mountains can attack jade. The red color that changes the world in memory, the fire and earth that runs through ancient and modern times, finally leaves a strong mark on this world in another way.
"Mortal? Impossible!
Without supernatural power, power or thought, he will fall with the wind. Even if there is no wind, he will fall at any time!
You said that your killing and fighting rhyme came from them? "
Hearing what Daozi said, Emperor Cuochen couldn't help but be a little stunned. Immediately, he suddenly remembered that during the catastrophe of Yongdu in the Central Plains, the Lord of Xingtian forcefully forced all the heavenly sects to rob all the mortals out of the Central Plains.
Could it be true?Emperor Cuochen looked at Wenrun Daozi with a strange look.
"Emperor, only a civilization with people is meaningful, and a world with people is worthy of my saving.
I often think about how miserable I would be if I had no choice when I was born. If I were to become a mortal, unable to practice without a Taoist body, and possibly become the blood-food of demons, or become a vessel for demons to seize my body, how miserable it would be.
As for myself and others, this world can change as I please.
It is difficult for a mortal to compete with gods!But it’s not impossible!The emperor has little knowledge!
At least, among billions of mortals, wasn’t it that gave birth to me? "
Jiang Moshu's eyes were as clear as water, he looked at the emperor quietly and said calmly.Emperor Cuochen's eyes met Wenrun Daozi's, and he saw his choice and perseverance. Amidst the chanting songs of gods and demons, and before the light dance of ghosts and ghosts, Daozi's revealed thoughts were so simple and straightforward, but they were as revealing as lightning. Like thunder, it means earning, fighting, and conquering.
This heart is like a lotus, this life is like an epiphyllum, it is the destruction of delusion, it is the origin of contemplation, it is the original thought, it is the concentration of truth.
It is clear and undivided, and the wisdom is concentrated and realized. There is no suppression, and it is as clear as flowing light, both broad and deep.
The nature of the devil? !
How could he have the nature of a demon and be so pure and flawless!
But this demonic nature is a bit strange. The essence of the demon is to destroy the world and eat the souls and wisdom of all living beings. However, the demonic nature of the Lord of Xingtian is to make the world dance according to his will, and in turn to cultivate the spirituality of all living beings.
An unbelievable guess arose in Emperor Cuochen's mind. Could it be that the Lord of Xingtian was an emperor of some lineage? He used a secret method to wipe his soul to recognize, avoid the blockade of fate, and devote himself to human life.
Although it is a bit unbelievable, isn't it true that the Long family in the southern region is a real dragon that sheds its demonic veins and transformed into a human body?
Could it be that some emperor suddenly had an idea, reversed the magic, and reincarnated the spirit?
Is this world really so fragrant?If the real dragon wants to transform into a human being, the emperor also wants to transform into a human being?
As if he had guessed the truth, Emperor Cuochen suddenly spoke and said with emotion, "Jiang Moshu, you are not from this world! You are the reincarnation of the Emperor."
Jiang Moshu shook his head slightly and smiled calmly, "Emperor Cuochen, you are anxious, I am definitely not the reincarnation of the emperor, I know this very well.
It is useless to say more. The tears of the moon and the flowers of Qionghua completed the body, and the emperor used them to express his lovesickness, used magic to transform false spirits, and used demonic persistence to blame the world. But if I were in the situation of Zhinuo Zhenren at that time, I don’t know what I would do. No matter what choice, let's use each other's strength to resolve the cause and effect. "
Jiang Moshu sighed softly. Zhinuo's cause and effect was hard to explain. His beloved had his spiritual consciousness wiped out and turned into a magic weapon. It was really pitiable.
Do not persuade others to be kind without suffering others.
Zhi Nuo turned into dust, was he the one who was wrong?Or heaven and earth?Or is it a situation where three tribes are fighting?
"You're right, it doesn't matter whether you are the reincarnation of the Emperor or not, just like I was the Supreme Being. Now, you are the Taoist Son of the Human Race, and I am the Great Zizi Emperor, so I must be divided into life and death.
After I kill you and the ghost mother, escape from the netherworld, and then reveal the cause and effect of the two heroes to the world, the situation of the human race will be destroyed. "
Emperor Cuochen stood on the altar, and the tearful moon and beautiful flowers hugged him gently from behind, just like a pair of beloved lovers.
There were cracks on the emperor's demonic body, but he did not struggle, "Although you are not her, thank you for staying with me for so long. No matter what the outcome is today, you will return to heaven and earth, come from nothingness, and go to nothingness." .”
The dense magic magically transformed into the body of the Houtian God and Demon, and the tears streaming down the eyes of the God and Demon's shoulders gradually stopped.
The face of the god and demon suddenly changed into clear facial features, with beautiful eyebrows, thin lips, and a cute nose. It was not very beautiful, just slightly delicate.
Thousands of flowers suddenly appeared in the endless hell, flying vertically and horizontally, changing endlessly, seeming illusion and reality, just like the stormy waves, adding a beautiful scene to this terrifying endless hell.
The Qionghua passed by, the red lotus fire was extinguished, the sharp iron mountain collapsed, and even the cold sun transformed into Abi Yuanzhu was completely covered.
Countless war ghosts in the endless hell formed a formation with killing rhymes, struggling to resist the invasion of Qionghua.
In the past, the seven emotions and six desires turned into tears, but now it is the eight sufferings and nine difficulties that give rise to beauty. It is the suffering of enlightenment and the suffering of Buddhahood.
Birth, old age, illness, death, not getting what you want, meeting resentments and hate, parting from love, the five yins being strong... the sea of bitterness is like a bubble, and the vicissitudes of life are like drifting in a boat.
Food and clothing are necessitated, elders invite obstacles, entangled love, fame and wealth are entangled, disasters occur, blind teachers restrain, opinions are different, willpower is slack, time is wasted... Love is separated, dreams are broken, aspirations are diminished and people wither.
Emperor Cuochen didn't pay attention to the gradually collapsing demon body, but looked at Jiang Moshu and smiled, "If I achieve great freedom, I will leave it to Sect Master Jiang to finish my life with tears, moon and flowers."
"Of course, I will make appropriate arrangements for the corresponding inheritance of gods and demons." Jiang Moshu bowed his hand.
This gift is to respect the real person who dares to love and hate,
This ceremony is to respect the true person with the utmost affection and nature.
Love the person you love most, hate the reason why you should hate it. In the calamity of love, the soul of the old friend disappears and the world is filled with sorrow. Only lovesickness and mourning are endless.
Boom!
Jiang Moshu stepped onto the war drum and stood side by side with Shen Caiyan surrounded by red lotuses.
"The slave family is very happy to be able to hold hands with the master." Shen Caiyan bit her lips gently, humming a sweet moan from her pretty nose, her eyes full of tenderness, and her slender hand took hold of her master's warm palm. Immediately, her face was covered with red clouds.
Of course, there is always a disobedient little finger that will gently scratch the master's palm. The grace here is unspoken.
"Sir, if the slave family gets involved in karma in the future and ends up losing consciousness, will I become a demon?"
Looking at the emperor and gods and demons embracing each other on the altar, Shen Caiyan suddenly spoke.
"You think so. Isn't it just to avoid this kind of trouble that I am working so hard right now?"
Jiang Moshu squeezed the ghost mother's hand hard and said in a threatening tone, "What, you still want me to become a demon?!"
After pausing for a few breaths, Jiang Moshu turned his head, stared into Shen Caiyan's eyes, and said calmly, "To be honest, I don't know. I don't dare to guess what I will do without what happened. However, I am very grateful. You have been with me for so long, and I hope you will stay with me forever.
Telling the truth, whether it’s thoughtfulness or tea ceremony, really makes me unable to live without you, the interpreter of words.
The long spring and autumn to come will be rewarding. "
Shen Caiyan's eyes suddenly filled with water, and the blush on her cheeks became even brighter, but she snorted with pride, "Now the master's trump card is known to the slave family."
We only know each other from a distance, and are not afraid of the depth of each realm. We love each other as much as we want, and the horizon is as if it is in front of you.
Thin heavenly snakes are wrapped around the wrists of the two of them, just like the long thread of marriage, the dew touches the grass, the wind falls on the trees, the years are approaching, and the will of God nods.
boom!
The Heavenly Snake revealed its huge body and occupied the entire Hell.
Emperor Cuochen smiled happily, raised his hands in front of his chest, and took a closer look. These hands once held the love of his heart and were stained with the blood of countless sentient beings in the world.
Wrong?That’s right!
He thought of those eyes in autumn. In fate, two people who should not have met met, and two people who should not have fallen in love fell in love.
It's a pity that God's unpredictable trick has left him alone and trapped to this day.
Since God's will is wrong, he will break out of his destiny to fight against it, even if it is confused and confused, even if the world is in chaos.
The stream of light does not pass through me, I am not myself, and it throws away misfortune and misfortune. The agreement between life and death is broad, and it is said to Zicheng.
"You've been waiting for so long, but I'm late." Zhinuo's eyes shone with an extremely bright light, and the flowers in the netherworld were blooming.
Qionghua seems to be miserable, there is no fragrance in the world, waiting for you to know that it is difficult to come, and the spring color is not as good as frost.
"Master Zhinuo, have a good journey!" Jiang Moshu sighed, and the huge sky snake suddenly pounced on him.
The past is mistakenly reflected, and the past is far away, and finally the soul disappears with resentment.
(End of this chapter)