Chapter 2600 Integer

The first to bear the brunt of the attack was Li Yi.

His sword was too fast. Qihen opened up the foreshadowing that he had laid in the Book Mountain in the past, and then his Dao sword came to kill.

It just happened to meet the tide of demonic energy after the destruction of the magic power.

Li Yi's first move was to attack!

Not only did he not retreat, but he accelerated and crashed into it.

This time, he was one step faster, and the demonic tide had one less step to accumulate, and it was three points weaker.

Of course, even if it was three points weaker, it would still destroy the world.

Every wisp of demonic energy devoured the world, and every trace of demonic intent was a demon. The demon of the collapse of rituals and music from ancient times to the present has also permeated the entire history of "Qinku Academy", like a river and a sea, with a raging tide chasing the waves! Li Yi, wearing a snow robe and holding a single sword, went upstream in it.

His sword was very simple. Visually, it was just a stab and a horizontal.

All the waves that rushed towards him and touched him were cleared in an instant.

A sword swept the vast sea, and he went down to the Nine Nether Springs alone.

He was like a lone boat drifting in the tsunami, but wherever the lone boat passed, there would always be a moment of calm.

"The Holy Demonic Art of the Collapse of Rites and Music" was a chess piece that had already been lost, destined to be destroyed today, and could only wait to be recast in time.

Qihen accelerated the process and used the terrifying power that erupted in this process as a chess piece, wanting to slay the dragon with one piece.

Li Yi made the first move to exchange pieces!

Then the moon surged into the river.

Chong Xuanzun, wearing light clothes and showing the wind, followed closely behind. While descending from the sky, he grabbed the moon as a knife and slashed across the sea of ​​demons.

The boundless demonic tide actually opened a gap and suddenly surged again.

Boom! The huge [Statue of the Outer Gods] walked out of the darkness, opened his arms, and supported the tides on both sides with the ultimate destructive and destructive power.

Chong Xuanzun stepped on the waves and pushed the moon, chasing demons and slashing thoughts in the process of the spread of darkness.

Huang Sheli's inn could not call back the holy power, but it would not sit idly by at this moment. Therefore, the nine-story Leiyin Pagoda bombarded Zhenhai, and the golden body of the yellow-faced Buddha was shining in the Leiyin Pagoda. Father and daughter joined forces, and the Buddha sat in the treasure temple. How could the killing power be more than doubled? It actually temporarily calmed the waves of demonic energy!

Among the people in Taixu Pavilion, except for Jiang Wang who was forced to stop by the demonic energy, there was only one Ju Kui who was still maintaining the [Black and White Dharma Realm] to ensure the environmental advantage, and one Qin Zhizhen stopped the knife on the Qianqiu Coffin and continued to maintain [Wu Yi] and [Iron Wall] - he was worried that Jiang Wang would be attacked at the critical moment of suppressing the demon. Putting aside the friendship between colleagues, it is really hard to say which is more important, a transcendent thought or Jiang Wang's life and death in the overall situation of the heavens!

If he could erase Jiang Wang's existence forever at the cost of giving up a transcendent thought, Qihen would most likely be willing.

All this happened in an instant.

It cannot be said that the people in Taixu Pavilion did not react in time, and even each of them made the most correct choice at the moment.

But Qihen, who forcibly destroyed the "Collapse of Rites and Music" and briefly possessed great power, was undoubtedly terrifying!

At this moment, in terms of power, he was like the saint Zuoqiuwu holding the wish of diligence and hardship in his hand, but he was also an immortal with a vision of ​​the immortals - he could have more detailed tactics and more subtle changes, but at the moment of determination, he only pushed the demonic energy purely. With the demonic tide like a mountain and a sea, he pushed away all obstacles rudely!

The knife opened the demonic tide, and then rushed back the tsunami of demonic energy. The sword killed the demonic energy for ten thousand hectares, and then it surged back with a hundred million hectares. The thousand-foot Leiyin Tower collapsed with ten thousand feet.

This is not aesthetic, but very direct.

[Spring and Autumn Pen] raised, [Hanqing Jian] was determined, Qihen did not kill anyone, but only focused on escaping. This means of escape is also far beyond the imagination of the top monks. The body was emptied, and the wind blew the gate of time.

The time window that was closed by the Spring and Autumn Pen controlled by the two elders Li Xiao creaked again.

And the blank space where Qihen's body disappeared in the body of the Holy Demon remained after being swallowed back by the demonic energy - this blank space was like the eyes of Qihen left here, looking at Zuoqiuwu like this. In the unresolved demonic tide, the remaining voice of Qihen mocked: "Is your mediocre novel qualified to accommodate Qihen?"

"The characters are not profound, and the stories are not three-dimensional. The emotions are not deep, and the hatred is not heavy. There is no strong emotion at all, only your rigid and weak wishes, sad between the lines. You are cautious even in your dreams, and dare not make extravagant demands. You are not worthy of writing history books, and you are not qualified to be a novelist - you can't write a play at all!"

This round is over!

Zuoqiuwu deeply understood the result. He cut out the demonic sores on Sima Heng's body, cleared the demonic troubles of the Qinku Academy, left the historical projection of "Wu Zhaixue", and frustrated Qihen's plan to erase his own hidden dangers. But he failed to leave behind Qihen's transcendental thoughts, and even failed to kill the immortal.

He accomplished the set goal, but failed to achieve higher expectations.

He withered like a candle in the flames of time, and large chunks of the past peeled off his body. This constantly dissolving life eventually became candle tears piled up at his feet.

"Yes." He said: "A character like Qihen should not appear in my story."

"But it's not that I don't have the ability to write you, but the evolution of this character is contrary to my writing purpose. I admit that I can't use my pen to kill you reasonably, but killing you is not my most important pursuit. Qihen, you are important, but not the most important. Of course I hate you, but the most important thing is not my emotions."

"No one can shake my idea of ​​writing, even if you are about to escape from this novel. You ask me if this story can accommodate you, I only ask myself-what is the purpose of writing this book."

His candle flame did not calm down, but instantly burned high!

This body melted rapidly, like a flood bursting a dam, and it was unstoppable.

His awareness of going to die is like Qihen destroying the "Collapse of Rites and Music" of the Holy Demonic Art. Burning the body is like burning the book.

"Don't be in a hurry to die!!" Dou Zhao stood his sword in front of the blank space, slashed the blade into it, and turned around to shout to Zuo Qiuwu.

Zuo Qiuwu knew what he meant, but he still made a joke: "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Dou. I have made up my mind."

Dou Zhao was not in the mood to joke with him, and just bared his teeth: "Did the old dean forget something - where is Zhong Xuanyin?!"

Zuo Qiuwu smiled: "Don't you call me an old thing?"

Dou Zhao made up his mind, sighed in his heart, and then leaned on the sword with one hand and bowed: "I'm sorry to make you have such a misunderstanding, but the Chu people are gentle and polite, not all of them are like Zhong Liyan. Did he scold you? I apologize to you on his behalf."

In the end, he used a joke to fight a joke, which relieved some of the heaviness.

The body of the Holy Demon collapsed like sand at this time. The magic power has been unlocked, the demon spirit died long ago, and the demon body naturally can no longer exist.

The blank look left by Qihen, the knife that chopped into the blank, and even the remains of Dou Zhao and Zuoqiuwu, are all reflected outside.

Zuoqiuwu looked up.

Jiang Wang, who was suppressing the demonic energy with the power of the Heavenly Dao, happened to look here - the extremely pure and extremely passionate demonic intention pushed by Qihen restricted Jiang Wang as a variable in the current situation, but after this game, it was a huge benefit for Jiang Wang.

He originally achieved enlightenment by proving himself in all realms on the basis of the balance between heaven and demon. The demon ape has been practicing step by step in the Wuyandu Mountains, and his progress is not very fast. Now that the demonic intention is growing and the Heavenly Dao is strengthening, he will stride forward.

Qihen attached equal importance to him and [Mr. Zi], and only escaped through the window after spending a lot of money to determine their choices.

Although he cannot mobilize too much power now, he has been paying attention to the battlefield.

Zuo Qiuwu looked at him and said, "Zhong Xuanyin's whereabouts...Jiang Zhenjun has always known."

Everyone in Taixu Pavilion looked at Jiang Wang.

Jiang Wang was stunned for a moment.

Zuo Qiuwu did give him a promise in the ice coffin and explained to him, but he did not tell him clearly about Zhong Xuanyin.

But he immediately reacted and took out a scroll of blue slips from his hand-this was the little thing Zhong Xuanyin gave him at the beginning, saying that it was a replica of "Han Qing Jian".

He has been carrying it with him. At first, it was to record the process of his killing the eighteen true aliens to confirm his bold words in Tianjing City. Use the means of historians as evidence to avoid being accused.

Later...

He used this scroll to record the Taixu meeting last year.

At this moment, the blue slip was unfolded, and the handwriting appeared, which said--

"Zhong Xuanyin did not come, and was recorded as absent once."

This is the record of the Taixu meeting in the 3930th year of the Taoist calendar, which was watched by the Taoist master Taixu.

No matter how the history of "Qinku Academy" evolves, no matter what happens in the end, Zhong Xuanyin's story will not disappear, and this character will not be erased.

Zhong Xuanyin didn't come to the event, but he didn't die.

Zhong Xuanyin has always existed, and Taixu Pavilion has always remembered him!

Zuoqiuwu certainly never forgot him.

In the fire of Shiyan's furnace, which was as loud as firecrackers, there was a rustling sound of flipping books.

Among the many chapters of the story of "Qinku Academy", one page had been torn off by him a long time ago. But it was not abandoned, but kept alone.

At this moment, Shiyan burned himself and the candle turned to ashes. With the meeting minutes of Taixu Pavilion as a guide, this chapter emerged.

Those words were like a flash of light, flying geese stepping on the snow. But the chapter of diligence with Zhong Xuanyin as the protagonist was seen by everyone just like this-

In January, there was doubt.

In March, Xiaoku was infected with the devil and imprisoned. The devil's intention was resolved after ten years.

In June, they should come.

In September, Mr. Zeng disappeared and could not be found. I wrote down his deeds and wrote down his appearance with a pen. Remember.

In the winter of the second year, people were in panic. I turned out a guqin score and tried to repair it.

On New Year's Eve, someone was setting off firecrackers in the front yard, the sound was like the old year. I picked up the pen to write a new peach charm. I was too exhausted the day before, and my injury has not healed yet. My hands are shaking a little, and my handwriting is not very good... Forget it, it's better than Jiang Wang. Hang it up.

One mistake in one poem, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, take a look!

In the fourth year, there was a blood moon in the sky, like a bad omen. I went up and wiped it off several times, but it couldn't be wiped off. Forget it, it's pretty good.

In the thirty-first year, there was snow. Frost and snow kill people, cold knives never stop, and the devil is in the will of heaven. Seventeen people died, all of them were engraved on the epitaph. Sixty-four people were frostbitten, and most of them were listless after being rescued. They said there was no hope. Why is there no hope? The lotus in the lotus pot in the front yard was frozen to death, and I saved some snow in the pot to make wine.

Two hundred and nineteen years, vaguely feel that it is not this year.

Three hundred and seventy-seven years, long life does not necessarily mean long happiness, Mr. Xu finally died, and Mr. Zhao went crazy at the birthday banquet. No one shed tears, they won't cry anymore. I didn't say anything, just wrote down these stories.

For six hundred and seventy years, the sky never brightened again.

In the seventh hundred and eleventh year, in June, they should come.

Eight hundred years, hey, integer!

...

These are the "things" of "Zhong Xuanyin's affairs are not coming"!

A long life is just one chapter in the book.

In Cui Yigeng's historical chapter, everyone died. He was alone in the forbidden area of ​​​​the six mountains and rivers, standing alone in the moon gate, practicing swords day after day, waiting for aging day after day without any progress.

In Zhong Xuanyin's historical chapter, strange things happened year after year, and the academy declined day by day.

Zhong Xuanyin used himself as a book to record all the stories of everyone. Write carefully and live hard.

He believed that he would not be forgotten, and he believed that his colleagues would come to him.

He believed that every stroke he wrote down was meaningful.

Until now.

Until the record of Taifu Pavilion, he called back his chapter.

In the towering [Time Time Furnace], on the burning flame, Zhong Xuanzhang's calm text was finally made into a chapter.

A roll of bamboo slips, such as cruise ships on the river. People finally saw Zhong Xuanzhang's virtual shadow. He sat alone in bamboo slips and continued to change in the river of time.

Everyone looks quiet.

In the history of this torment, he just worked silently, and he never stopped writing.

He did everything that he could do. When he was idle, he occasionally sat in the lake heart pavilion and looked at the long sky.

Maybe what is waiting for, maybe thinking.

Later, he hugged a large stone, engraved with a knife without a knife. There are always various strange things in the hard work academy, and he always has to deal with it. Sometimes I do n’t come to Huxin Pavilion for a few months, and sometimes I can sit in three or five days.

Slowly he carved a stone table and two stone stools.

Slowly, the stone table was carved into a chess table. There were two more chess boxes and two boxes of chess pieces.

He intends to play with himself, not to pass the time, but to deduct the method of breaking the situation.

Each pawn is immersed in his experience and cognition.

When he finally completed the last knife, he looked up countless times and looked into the village--

He finally saw those people.

Zhang Yang's, stubborn, silent, serious ... once noisy with red ears and red ears, sometimes his swords are opposite, but they were still those who walked forward side by side.

His eyes were calm, and his voice was faint: "Are you lost?"

He murmured again: "If it wasn't for the old man for so many years ..."

At this glance, he has found that Huang Juli and the drama are also on the top -he has become the only hole in Taixu Pavilion!

The mood of this moment seemed to be irrelevant, and he was only annoyed by the practice that he had slowed down.

The book "Diligence College" is limited by the current level of quality. Those who are in this world do not have the possibility of cultivation. This naturally restricts his jump.

It should be noted that before disappearing, he was already outside the top.

Dongzhenshou is limited to 1296 years!

He has consumed most of it.

Fortunately, he was still the gentle and elegant, and occasionally said the poisonous tongue, and he never relentlessly.

After all, Shi Yan finally wrote on this page, and Dou Zhao subconsciously lifted the knife to obstruct, but found that the burning of everything, but did not damage this article.

Only Zuo Qiuwu's candle tears dripped in it.

In the chapter of Zhong Xuanzhang as the main character, a long -lost rain, the eternal long night has been torn away by the moonlight.

Zhong Xuanzhang, who was alone in the lake heart pavilion, grabbed a knife with one hand and holding a chess piece with one hand-

Countless words flew out of his pen.

Zuo Qiuwu's candle tears, dripping on the text, made everything happen.

Teacher, so preaching is also confusing!

The saints die, and the Taoism passes in spring and autumn.

The people remembered by Zhong Xuanzhang were condensed one by one.

The time he recorded, those scenery, such as the spring breeze, the flowers of the willow, the flowers are full of flowers.

Everything is back.

The sound of firecrackers is like an old year, and people sitting around the bonfire can kiss.

Just as Chong Xuanzun said before- "History is finally remembered on paper."

"Which one is true, depending on what history book is when you go out."

What the final ending of the diligence academy depends on which page of this "Diligence Academy".

Zuo Qiuwu exhausted everything, it is to turn the novel into history!

At the moment, Zhong Xuanzhang used everything recorded as a book, and Cui Yi even performed his sword. His old dean was everything that he had irrigated and recovered with his life ... It was all his ideal future. Chapters.

Zhong Xuanzheng was sitting in a stone bench, and he stagnated his strength for many years.

At the top of the top, when he pushed it, he was still striding forward!