Chapter 1337 The Music Will Stop (Two Chapters in One)
The cold moon flickered, waxing and waning, and the falling Tianzhu Axe became dull. There seemed to be a gap between the nine Dao patterns and the dark destination, and even the various possibilities in the future silently added a lot of variables.
The aura pulled, and the purple clouds suddenly surged. Looking closely, they were all the aggregation of thunder patterns, the pivot of yin and yang, life and death, dyeing the sky of Jiuyou into a gorgeous ocean, spreading to the past and flowing to the future.
"Take my sword!"
The roar echoed, thunder was destroyed and thunder was born, flowers bloomed and fell, and the purple clouds submerged the white and beautiful palm.
Boom!
The sky of Jiuyou was bright, and there was no other color. Only the collision seemed to tear apart time, dark and gloomy, like chaos.
White lotus petals, thunder fragments, drifted one after another, all covered with invisible flames. The universe inside had just been born and came to an end not long ago. Everything seemed to be paused under their background.
In the half-red mountain range, the Twelve Demon Saints and the Great Free Emperor were transferring this place to the depths of the Nine Netherworld. Qi Zhengyan looked at the scene in the sky from afar, and felt like he was back in the Lingshan Mountain in the past.
Who won and who lost in the previous attack?
As soon as he thought of it, he saw the nearly bronze giant axe escape from the slowly healing chaos and fly into the void outside the Nine Netherworld, flying into the slowly stabilizing divine light moon.
The Monkey King won!
This was the first time He had won the collision between them since the fight!
Gu Xiaosang's eyes had a dark red color, and she looked even more weird, but there was only a little madness, tyranny and chaos for the time being.
Through subtle connections, she finally vaguely grasped the situation of the battle, and knew that the Golden Emperor was repelled for the first time, so she deliberately stopped absorbing Meng Qi's power and retracted the slender and soft finger slightly.
With his current realm and strength, it is obviously unrealistic to always interfere with the perfection of the Golden Emperor. He will adapt slightly and reserve strength for defense, but the effect will be very poor. Therefore, he must know how to grasp the opportunity and add this chip at the critical moment, such as when the two sides collide, and there is no time to take care of the rest!
Relaxation is the kingly way. He has not lost his brain or wisdom... Gu Xiaosang's black hair is raised, like silk and satin, his eyes are closed, sensing the sky.
After a short lull, the bright moon is finally full, the plain cloud flag flies out, and the Tianzhu Axe is grasped by the white and slender hand again, breaking through the layers of time and space, and slashing down. The surroundings are dark and quiet, as if calling for everything to return and get the final liberation.
The Golden Emperor seems to have guessed Gu Xiaosang's plan, both offensive and defensive, no reservations, to complete the battle in one battle!
The dark violent ape laughed wildly, revealing three heads and six arms, and the Niwan Palace of each head was opened, emitting pure light, merging into a glass Buddha country, in which sat a blue-black fallen Buddha, his whole body was transparent, with an eye between his eyebrows, indestructible, illuminating the illusion, and similarly, showing eighteen arms and twenty-four heads.
These arms each held a unique sword, as if each adopted a different way of thunder, with changes of yin and yang, the cycle of life and death, the most yang and the most rigid, and the power of punishment, and then slashed out together, merging into a torrent.
The further the torrent went forward, the more it condensed, and in the end, only a thin purple lightning was left!
Silently, the purple lightning fell into the mist all over the ground, and then was hit hard by the Tianzhu Axe.
At this moment, Gu Xiaosang's eyes suddenly opened, and his fingers touched Meng Qi's eyebrows again, absorbing the crazy and terrifying power.
Her eyes were cracked, and a trace of red blood flowed out. The bright moon hanging outside the Nine Netherworld turned from waxing to waning again, but it only lasted once, for a moment!
But when fighting on the other side, how could the momentary tremor be taken lightly?
The darkness collapsed, the tranquility was shattered, and the Heavenly Punishment Axe and the plain cloud world flag were pushed out of the Nine Netherworld by "Zixia". The figure of the Monkey King hit the ground heavily, breaking a large plate again. Only half of the blue-black fallen Buddha remained, and one head and three arms were left with three heads and six arms. The flesh and blood squirmed and recovered rapidly.
This time, the two sides fought a tie!
In the boundless pure land, the ancient Buddha of Burning Lamp saw this scene, and the golden flowers around him withered immediately. He blurted out:
"How can I hide it from the Green Emperor and help you get out of trouble?"
Looking at the situation of the battle, the Golden Emperor was restrained, and it was afraid that he would not be able to take down the Fighting Buddha for a while, and the Nine Chaos Heavenly Venerable was about to control the Demon Emperor's claws. If he didn't do something, he would lose the opportunity and regret it!
Ananda was about to speak when he suddenly looked outside the Buddha Kingdom. In the illusory river of time, the Great Emperor Zhenwu was enveloped by the purple light of the Yuanyang Ruler. He kept going back and had come to the time before he killed his evil thoughts and asked for a substitute.
But at this moment, his figure suddenly swayed, as if eroded by the waves. Looking back blankly, he saw that the half-formed illusory Dao fruit at the current node was collapsing bit by bit.
The waves surged and suddenly surged, submerging the figure of the Great Emperor Zhenwu. The purple air continued to expand and contract, but it could never break through the flow of time.
"Your understanding is still a little insufficient. Just to seize this rare opportunity, you rely on the Yuanyang Ruler to break through?" Ananda showed a hint of sneer, "Do you really think that the other side is so easy to reach? Those who rely on external objects will never be able to do it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the black mysterious water reappeared, covering the sky and the earth. The surging rain fell, and a purple light flew out of it, but the figure of the Great Emperor Zhenwu was gone.
Somewhere in the vast starry sky of the real world, the statue of the Water Ancestor vibrated and shone brightly, as if it had achieved perfection and made up for its shortcomings.
The Demon-Subduing Heavenly Venerable, the Black Emperor of the North, failed to prove his truth and fell completely. Only a few marks remained in the long river of time!
Ananda chuckled and said, "Zhenwu is from a very good background. He has been gifted by the Taoist Master. He has always had no shortage of external things. He is higher than his peers. He never thought that he would develop the habit of relying heavily on external things. He will not die unjustly."
How can it be so easy to achieve on the other side?
Throughout the ages, how many heavenly and ancient Buddhas have fallen here!
In this matter, the most important and important thing can only be yourself!
The purple energy flew across the sky, penetrated the Xuanshui, and flew towards the realm of the ancient Fusang tree. The Qing Emperor took the Yuanyang Ruler, and two more rays of light shot down, falling impartially into the hall of the founder of the Zhenwu Sect.
Yao Xingliu, the supreme elder of the Zhenwu Sect, was in retreat here. His heart moved. He opened his eyes and saw two fairy swords thrust in front of him. One had a basalt tortoise shell and was unusually heavy. The other was surrounded by clear light, and a snake was dancing, with a deep intention of death.
Faced with the failure of Zhenwu's demonstration, Ran Deng was stunned for a moment, then he couldn't care less about it, the light from his golden body flowed, and he asked again:
"How can I hide it from Emperor Qing and help you get out of trouble?"
Ananda shook his head and looked at the burning lamp playfully:
"Without Zhenwu Zhengdao to attract attention, what can I do to hide it from Qingdi? It's too late. Fellow Taoist must remember this sentence in the future. If you don't stop, you will be disturbed!"
Ran Deng's mood was obviously fluctuating, but his face suddenly became happy and he looked at Jiuyou again.
The clear and cold moon-like precious light was complete again, and white lotus blossoms floated out from it, all dyed with glass, dyed with the Mahayana Buddha's light that saves all sentient beings.
As soon as these white lotuses appeared, the bright moon rippled on its own, as if it was struck by some strange force and could not remain stable. Sun Wukong's feet suddenly went weak, and the hand holding the Jue Dao and the other hand pressed down on his head, letting out pain. Moaning and shouting heartbreakingly:
"Master!"
Dark tears fell from the corners of his eyes, as if he was back in his journey to the West.
The ancient Buddha of Ran Deng even blurted out: "Golden Chanzi!"
Mother Wusheng actually used the mysterious corpse that Sha Wujing had brought out from the Lingshan Mountain in the past, the golden body of the Sandalwood Buddha, one of the products of the Buddha's reduction and emptiness, and the master and inner demon of the Monkey King, the Monkey King!
But it is obvious that He also paid a great price!
Even other big figures on the other side didn't expect that He could conquer this thing and use its power!
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the white jade-like palm once again held the huge and mighty Tianchu Ax and slashed it down. The sky above the Nine Netherworld parted like the sea. The Jue Dao struggled to fly without anyone in charge, and dyed out the sky above the counter attack. Boundless purple light, gorgeous and desperate purple light.
Sensing this change, Gu Xiaosang stretched out his hand again and touched Meng Qi's eyebrows. He raised the corners of his mouth and said with a smile:
"After my concubine dies, you have to stay a good widow!"
She no longer had any scruples and used her dead fingers to crazily absorb Meng Qi's power and Donghuang's flesh and blood. Her own cruelty and ferocity was rising steadily, and it seemed that she would turn into a piece of unconscious flesh at any time.
when!
The bright moon waxed and waned, but it still repelled Jue Dao. Gu Xiaosang and Meng Qi were no longer protected. At this moment, a small flag flew out from the Black Heaven Emperor's dojo. Golden lotuses bloomed, and billions of rays of light formed an indestructible knot. boundary.
Yang Jian didn't care about anything else. He withstood the blow from Emperor Heitian with his eighty-nine immortal powers and threw the Wuji apricot yellow flag in the center of the world!
Bang bang bang!
The barrier was shattered, the golden lotus withered, and the Jade Void Apricot Flag was split open by the Heavenly Punishment Axe. With Gu Xiaosang becoming stronger, it only delayed Wusheng Old Mother for two or three moments, revealing her enchanting beauty, fierceness and madness. Gu Xiaosang and the more violent and chaotic Meng Qi.
Despair seemed to be coming.
Suddenly, Jiuyou rolled, demonic energy spurted out, and a loud roar came from far away:
"Get out!"
A dark, evil palm with six fingers suddenly appeared and pressed against the side of the Tianchu Ax. The foul smell was like a snake, constantly trying to erode inside.
Jiuluan Tianzun finally took control of the Demon Emperor's Claw, and was driven by Jiuyou's will to attack the Golden Emperor!
Without Gu Xiaosang's sacrifice of life and Yang Jian's perfect timing, he would never have been able to make it in time!
"Get out!"
The Demon King's claws clamped down on the Heavenly Punishment Axe, and he pushed it upward crazily, forcing it out of the Nine Netherworld at the end of its powerful crossbow, turning all the white lotus stained with the light of the Mahayana Buddha into demonic flowers filled with blood and filled with black energy.
The Dark Tyrant Ape finally recovered, grasped the sword again, and roared angrily, as if questioning God.
Seeing this situation, Gu Xiaosang suddenly stopped absorbing and gasped for air. He felt his head throbbing, which affected his thinking.
There are only two or three moments left before he will become the puppet of Donghuang. Only four or five moments left before he will explode completely and disappear into ashes.
Sure enough, only by dying can you survive.
After thinking for a while, she pointed out again, reversed the Wu Sheng Finger, and with the help of Xiao Taozi's breath, returned what she had absorbed just now to Meng Qi, and said with a smile:
"Mr. husband, one of us as a couple must stay awake. I can only bear with you."
Everything became calm, and the fighting seemed to have finally stopped. The full moon hung outside Jiuyou, shining with clear light. It seemed that it had recognized the reality and stopped taking action.
In the boundless pure land, the lamp-burning ancient Buddha let out a long sigh, seeing the opportunity coming, but failing.
Maybe it's like what the devil Buddha said, if you are not decisive enough, you should continue to make judgments, and you will be disturbed by it!
Just when every bystander thought that the matter was finally over, a luxuriously dressed divine messenger flew out of the bright moon that covered the sky.
A pure light appeared behind Him. His face was old, unsmiling, and majestic.
Messenger of God... Gu Xiaosang was familiar with each of the twelve divine messengers. The dark red in his eyes gradually faded, and he recited this name silently in his heart.
The messenger looked at Meng Qi, who only had a little instinct left, with a sharp gaze, and spoke solemnly:
"Su Meng, the sinful immortal, I know you still have some instincts, I want to ask you, are you willing to give up your relatives and friends, and your foundation in the real world? If you don't want to watch them perish, then walk out of Jiuyou by yourself!"
"I believe that Yang Jian and the others will respect your choice!"
"Roar!" Meng Qi, who only had tyranny and chaos left in his eyes, seemed to understand these two sentences. He was stunned at first, and then he let out a shrill roar, shaking the slowly recovering Jiuyou. His muscles were knotted and turned into arms, and he was about to rush into the sky and tear the messenger into pieces.
However, a beautiful and slender hand grabbed his arm. Gu Xiaosang had a holy and empty temperament, and said with a little pity in her eyes:
"As long as the green mountains are there, there will be no worries about firewood. As long as you are alive, there is still a chance to turn the tables!"
Relying on instinct, Meng Qi paused all his actions.
The messenger looked coldly, then suddenly turned his head and looked at Changle, saying loudly:
"Gao Lan, hand over the Human Emperor Sword and abdicate on your own!"
Inside the palace, Gao Lan had already stood up, walking like a dragon and a tiger, looking heroic. At this moment, when he heard the messenger's command from a high position, his face did not change.
When he knew that the Mother of No Life had returned early and the Green Emperor was not in a position to take action, he had already guessed that such a scene would occur. Regardless of whether Su Meng surrendered or not, the Buddhist Kingdom on Earth and the Luo Sect would divide the Great Zhou Dynasty, which would become a destined ending.
Looking at the full and bright moon, and the messenger of the gods who were pretending to be powerful, a series of pictures flashed through his mind: the humiliation when he was imprisoned in Changle, the forbearance after achieving the Dharma body, the ruthlessness of contacting many parties, the kingly momentum and a series of actions after seizing the opportunity, but finally it was frozen at the beginning. On the right was the scene of the previous generation of Xuannv suffering backlash, turning into ashes, and Yan Ran never returning. On the left was the memory of holding Yan Ran's body, fighting with tears and blood, and sweeping Changle in the heavy rain.
He suddenly sighed, and a little smile appeared on his cold and indifferent face, so gentle and so heroic:
"In the final analysis, I am still a willful hero in my bones!"
Knowing that it is time to choose to forbear, choose to retreat, and choose to wait for the arrival of another opportunity, Gao Lan also knew that even if he handed over the Human Emperor Sword, the Mother of No Life might not let him go. Cutting the grass must be rooted out, but there will only be a glimmer of hope...
Then be willful again!
His heart was slightly rippled, and he suddenly soared into the air. Behind him appeared the mountains and rivers of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the sun, the moon, the stars, and countless golden rays. Every point seemed like a subject.
"Since we are brothers, let's share the hardships!" He threw a punch and roared. The sword of the emperor on his body had disappeared without a trace!
The earth shook, the territory was shaken, and the people bowed down. The power of all living beings turned into a torrent, converging on Gao Lan's body, so vast that it almost turned into pure gold.
Don't you need the power of incense and vows?
Then let you suffer the backlash of all living beings!
Gao Lan acted on behalf of the heaven, his body expanded, leading the torrent, rushing towards the bright moon in the sky.
His vision gradually blurred, as if he had returned to his youth, full of passion and ease, so he cursed:
"Old Mother Wusheng, go eat *shit*!"
The bright moon seemed to grow bigger, and the clear light filled the world. Gao Lan's figure gradually blurred, and the torrent of sentient beings behind him turned into a black fog of resentment, about to be stained by the precious light.
The light grew stronger and then shrank again, and all the black spots disappeared. Gao Lan's breath was cut off, and the seal of the emperor slowly fell and was caught by the Luojiao envoy.
"Compared to the emperor of the past, you are still far behind..." The indifferent voice of the old mother Wusheng came out.
Zheng!
A light golden light flashed, and the sword of the emperor appeared in Jiuyou, inserted in front of Meng Qi, and Gao Lan's last words came out:
"Third brother, take my hope to the other side!"
With a bang, the mountains and the earth around Meng Qi all exploded, and he let out a heart-wrenching scream. If it weren't for Gu Xiaosang pulling him hard, he would have run out of Jiuyou.
The oracle looked at Shaolin Xuanbei, but then he turned his eyes away, thinking that it was related to Buddhism, and looked at Xijian Pavilion.
Su Wuming suddenly opened his eyes and was about to draw his sword, when his apprentice's voice suddenly came to his ears:
"Master, let the disciple go out, don't implicate the sect."
As soon as the voice fell, a pure sword light rose from the cave in the distance. Jiang Zhiwei seemed to have forgotten everything in the world, and only the sword.
She actually stepped into the legendary realm and was about to prove the vision.
At this time, she only had the oracle in her eyes, the scene when several companions first met in Shaolin, and the scene of the mountain flowers blooming and the death pass at every step.
I don't regret the original meeting, nor do I regret the choice at that time, and I don't regret the current situation.
The sword light suddenly surged, and the senior legendary oracle was in a panic, but the bright moonlight fell, the white rainbow collapsed inch by inch, and disappeared without wind. Jiang Zhiwei died with the sword.
Meng Qi in the Netherworld suddenly stopped howling, his knees softened, as if he could no longer support himself, and he knelt on the ground.
The messenger snorted coldly, and his eyes turned to the Ruan family of Langya.
Ding ding dong dong, the sound of the piano was lingering, like a thread of love, turning around and around, Ruan Yushu put both hands on the piano, closed her black and white eyes, and two crystal tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.
Then, she destroyed her true spirit, and this piano and this sound became a masterpiece.
Meng Qi covered his head with both hands and fell heavily to the ground. There was such silence in the chaos and madness.
The messenger took action and smashed the Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountain with one palm. Yesterday's Taoist holy land, the place where the world looked up, became a pile of ruins.
When he was about to look for Meng Qi's disciples, Xiaotian Dog, and Daqinggen, he saw a divine light rising from the Fusang Ancient Tree Realm, and the slightly tired voice of the Green Emperor came out:
"The cause and effect have been cleared, so let's stop while we are ahead."
The full moon light calmed down for a moment, slowly disappeared into the sky, and the messenger of the oracle also hurried back to his hometown in the vacuum.
"Ah!"
In the Nine Netherworlds, Meng Qi suddenly raised his head and let out a heart-wrenching, hateful howl, and his face with bulging blood vessels was full of spots.
Gu Xiaosang listened quietly, waiting for him to calm down, then put away the sword and the Emperor Sword, led him, and walked step by step into the depths of the Nine Netherworld, the gentle voice as water became farther and farther away:
"The Emperor Sword can be used to suppress flesh and blood and help you recover."
"When you achieve the other shore, you can turn the tables."
The two figures disappeared completely, leaving behind devastation and dead silence. The first layer of the Nine Netherworld could no longer return to its original state, and in the real world, everything was different. The romance of Yuxu Palace, Yuanhuang Immortal Venerable, and the current Emperor of the World was blown away by the rain and wind.
The fireworks will fade, and the music will stop.