Chapter 1395 The Original Question, the Current Answer

"With nowhere to go, where else can we go?"

The majestic voice of the Emperor of Heaven seemed to ring directly in the heart of the Taoist Qi Sha, shaking his calm ocean of thoughts, trembling the spiritual light of his nature that was infinitely high, making him feel only deep fear, lingering despair, and no will to fight. Being surrounded by enemies was just like this, so he thought of putting down the sword in his hand, lowering his head, and surrendering to the other party in exchange for protection.

With this thought, the Dark Sea Sword suddenly trembled, and the black blade without patterns and patterns swung out circles of killing intent, cutting off the hesitation, fear and despair in the Taoist Qi Sha's heart, and crushing the time around him that was solidified like amber.

The sharp light flashed in the eyes of the Seven Killing Taoist, which contained the purest and most original killing intention. The Taoist body turned into light and blended into the Dark Sea Evil Sword. A dark sword light that killed everything and the world rose up, cutting through time and splitting the long river, bringing a pause in time and space, and slashing towards the Emperor of Heaven, wanting to cut the symbol of this era under the sword and kill the foundation of the existence of all things.

The Emperor of Heaven was hazy, as if separated by thousands of mountains and rivers. He stretched out his hand calmly, and the points of sword light gathered and condensed into a wave of light, which was right in front of the dark silk. Both of them solidified at the intersection of the boundless chaos and the long river of time, as if they had evolved into a vivid picture.

Suddenly, the wave of light burst out, penetrating the dark sword light, extending to the long past, connecting the illusory time and the long river of fate, and figures emerged from it, all of whom were the Seven Killing Taoists of the past.

The past that was cut off by the Dark Sea Sword was "forced out" by the Emperor of Heaven at this moment, and the illusory brand became real!

The past reappeared, the Seven Killing Taoist was sleeping outside the world, waiting for the arrival of the end of the world and the order of the Demon Buddha, and the Seven Killing Monument stood in front of him.

Silently, the Seven Killing Monument glowed with a hazy light, as if it had awakened some brand, and suddenly flew towards the Seven Killing Taoist, covering him.

The Emperor of Heaven has gone back in time and left an indelible secret mark in the Heavenly Emperor's stone tablet that originally belonged to him, which lasted until it became the Seven Killing Monument, and continued to the "now" when it suddenly attacked!

The dark light flashed, and the Dark Sea Sword went back through time, shooting out from the Seven Killing Taoist's eyebrows, and slashed the stone tablet with a bang, causing it to fade away, lose its vitality, and begin to decay.

At this time, the Taoist Qi Sha had cultivated successfully and was about to start a monstrous killing disaster in the real world. He looked confused and fearful. He saw himself standing in a palm that seemed to cover the sky, as small as dust. This palm was dark and evil, floating with red and black luster, and looming with reverse swastikas.

Looking along the palm, it was a filthy and deep arm, and this arm was just an ordinary one among twenty or thirty arms. It neither held a human skin wooden fish nor held a white bone rosary.

The owner of these arms was a terrifying evil demon that filled the heavens. It looked like the Fearful Mingwang and the Fallen Buddha. Dozens of eyes were densely looking at the Taoist Qi Sha, flowing with cruel smiles. It was the demon Buddha who turned the Taoist Qi Sha into his own puppet!

"You can escape for a while, but you can't escape for a lifetime. Why don't you surrender again!"

The demon Buddha's voice was booming, shaking the heavens, and he used the means of intimidation, bewitching, and seducing to the extreme.

The Qisha Taoist trembled all over, and the fear that even the Dark Sea Sword could not kill him filled his whole body. He just wanted to surrender, serve respectfully, live in humiliation, and wait for the future.

His eyebrows split open, and the Dark Sea Sword shot out again, a faint light went straight to the Demon Buddha, disrupting the sound of the confused god.

However, in this way, the history of fighting against the Emperor of Heaven was suddenly in jeopardy, and the Buddha's light illuminated these two histories, and the voice of "put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot" echoed in the ears of the Qisha Taoist.

Amitabha did not give up and attacked again!

Even if there was an ancient, the Dark Sea Sword could only fight for a few breaths at most. Now facing three, there was really no reason to escape. Therefore, the feeling of despair and coldness occupied the heart of the Qisha Taoist. Even because he could not go back to the past, he could only rely on the Dark Sea Sword to transmit the fighting scene, and even the specific details were difficult to grasp. He felt that his fate was completely in the other party's mind, and he could only hope that the three ancients would be cautious and restrain each other.

At this time, in one of the histories, outside the world of the Black Mountain Old Demon.

The tired Qi Sha Taoist looked at the small Grandmaster in front of him, and heard him blurt out in shock: "You are the real Black Mountain Demon!"

He smiled slightly:

"The Dharma body is sleeping, the spirit is shed, and reincarnation is experienced, waiting for the catastrophe, which is a good way to prolong life, but he actually wants to see the previous life and cut off the past. It's really overestimating his own ability."

"All his plots and plans are in my eyes, without any secrets. Such an ending is destined. Do you think so?"

As soon as the voice fell, he suddenly found that the tiny Grandmaster opposite him showed a leisurely smile, raised his hand and pointed, and the voice was ethereal and heard:

"He is destined, and the ending is hard to change. What about you? Are you willing to let your own ending be destined?"

This... He is not a weak Grandmaster, but a big man on the other side! Many pictures flashed in the mind of Qi Sha Taoist, making his eyes freeze.

Combined with the bits and pieces transmitted by the Dark Sea Sword, He saw his "current" desperate situation, the Buddha's giant palm, the Qingmang stone tablet, and the red and black reverse swastika.

Destined, doomed?

Are you really willing to accept it?

Wasn't the tiny external scene master in front of him also manipulated by others at the beginning, unable to control himself, but he eventually broke free from control, jumped out of the sea of ​​suffering, and achieved the real other side!

As long as there is a glimmer of life, a little hope, I will never give up!

As his thoughts turned, he saw a bright and perfect precious light rising behind the head of Meng Qi, who was only at the Grandmaster level, illuminating his soul. He spoke in a misty and grand voice:

"I have borrowed the Seven Killings Monument for help several times, and I am here today to repay you."

"If you enter the Yuxu Palace, you will be a guest official, not my servant or puppet. If you have the opportunity to reach the other side in the future, I am willing to help you."

"It's just that you are too murderous, and you have to read the moral code and refine your heart from time to time."

The Seven Killings Taoist was stunned. He didn't expect that Yuanshi Tianzun Su Meng still remembered his little cause and effect. Seeing that there was no way to escape, it seemed that taking refuge in the Yuxu Palace was the best choice.

At this moment, Meng Qi's smiling expression became solemn, and he shouted:

"In today's world, any other side may cooperate with the devil in the future, but I will never do so. What are you hesitating about?"

Yes, Yuanshi Tianzun Su Meng and the devil are in a relationship of you or me, and they are sworn enemies! The Qisha Taoist's thoughts raced, and he finally made up his mind. He lowered his head and bowed respectfully:

"Greetings to the headmaster!"

"Good!" Meng Qi laughed, and the Taishang Wuji Yuanshi Qingyun flew out from above his head. With a wave of his sleeves, he took the Qisha Taoist and the Minghai Sword into it, so that all his past and future possibilities were pulled and curled up by Wuji, avoiding the closing giant palm of the demon Buddha, avoiding the shrouded stone tablet light, avoiding the sound of Amitabha Buddha putting down the butcher knife, and rolled into a small chaotic ball, followed the main body, and also threw it into the sleeve.

Then, he put away the clear round light and chaotic Qingyun behind his head, put his sleeves behind his back, and leisurely returned to Yuxu Palace.

Between heaven and earth, everything returned to calm.

When Meng Qi raised his sleeves again and released the Qisha Taoist, his past and future began to be affected by the Minghai Sword again, and were constantly cut off, leaving only the brand, without having to worry about being quietly affected by other shores.

Sitting cross-legged in the Jade Purity Palace, the Seven Killings Taoist held a sword across his knees, looking at Meng Qi, the Yuanshi Tianzun, who lived in the dark chaos and seemed to have created all the heavens and worlds. His eyes flickered and his emotions were complicated. Finally, he sighed deeply, stood up and saluted, and left respectfully, reading the moral code in the meditation room.

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The Emperor of Heaven did not feel depressed after failing to subdue the Seven Killings Taoist. Instead, he returned to the top of the Nine Heavens and returned to the withered Jianmu tree.

His eyes were deep, and he suddenly stretched out his right hand and slashed a shimmering knife light towards the fairyland below, stirring up the mysterious and subtle years.

The heavenly soldiers and generals and star officials who were frozen in the fragments of various fairylands suddenly resumed the flow of vitality, "walked" out of the static time, resurrected, and greeted the Emperor of Heaven.

In this process, the lower the realm, the less affected by the eternal time, and at the legendary level, it is difficult to survive in this way.

Countless heavenly soldiers and generals, star officials and gods returned, as if they had slept from ancient times to the current node, making the dead and lonely fairyland rejuvenated with colors, noisy and lively, but the third and second layers destroyed by Meng Qi, as well as the battlefield on the other side, could never be restored.

As his former subordinates woke up one by one, the Emperor of Heaven kept flashing with light, as if lighting up the bright stars one by one, stringing them into a sea of ​​light, and re-extracting the authority of the past from countless weak blessings!

Things that have not ended in ancient times will be completely ended at the end of the world!