Chapter two hundred and thirty-eight, saints do not die, but thieves do not stop

The white hair fell to the ground, and the spotless sacrificial clothes bloomed into a solitary and holy posture in the dark. "Ya*wen*yan*love*first*post"

Taiqing closed his eyes and said solemnly, "If I don't respond, what will you do?"

"Master..." Jingli seemed to want to say something, but in the end, these two words blurted out.

Taiqing sighed: "Do you know that sending the human race to Xiandao's hands is the infamy of the ages?"

"I know." Jing Li knew better than anyone else that no matter whether humanity survived or died, as the last saint, he couldn't escape blame.

Humanity is inferior to other Taoists, and every pair of eyes is fixed on him. Gongsun Nightmare Flower also said that Taiqing can help him this time, and he will not be able to help him after that. Sooner or later, someone will strike at Human Dao, maybe it's Gongsun Nightmare Flower who just left, maybe it's Sheng Tianxiang who has been aggressive, or maybe even the tenth Buddha who is dormant in the Snowy Mountains.

After his death, the demon clan of 100,000 Dashan will completely occupy the big mirror, and then the entire south will be reduced to the granary of the demon clan. There are also human races scattered in Beichuan and the four seas. Now that the end of the world has come, the world has been turned upside down. If there is no saint's protection, how could they be as fragile as they can survive in this troubled world? If the catastrophe lasted longer, perhaps there would be no human race in this world.

"The disciple is willing to bear it." Jingli knelt in front of Taiqing, and with the lowest gesture and the most sincere words, begged him to give the human race a lifeline.

Among the saints, only Taiqing is trustworthy.

Taiqing still closed his eyes and did not answer. Although it would be inconvenient to include the human race within the scope of protection, this inconvenience was far less than the power of the Humane Dao Fruit. Moreover, if Jingli was forced to a dead end, he was likely to use Shamanism as a breakthrough to cause some trouble. A Shinto has already caused the saints to mess up their positions, and another Witch Dao is going to destroy the world.

"Understood, you get up." Taiqing nodded and asked while calculating, "What else do you need to prepare for?"

Jingli didn't seem to expect Taiqing to agree so quickly. Before Jingli Ranxiang's invitation to Taiqing was rejected, he thought he wanted to break the cause and effect directly, but now it seems that he is willing to bless the human race.

He got up and said in a low voice, "Le Shu has just been ordered to succeed him, other than that... nothing more."

Zhong Sui, the first seat of the original heirloom, was missing, but it changed after a while, and Jingli didn't dare to delay it, so he directly ordered Le Shu to inherit the Temple of Heaven first.

Taiqing looked at him for a long time, but was unable to say a word: "..."

At this time, there was no blazing sun or bright moon in the sky, only meteors that cut through the darkness from time to time, they were burning with skyfire, or melted in a blazing heat, or fell heavily to the ground. en8. The sky is shaking, the world is overturned, and there is something tragic in the terrifying doomsday scene.

Taiqing reached out and touched the clear and translucent Lingming between his eyebrows, and let out a final sigh.

That bit of Lingming dimmed in his hands, just like when it lit up in his hands hundreds of years ago.

- Silent and thrilling.

Qingchen was writing and drawing on the file, but his mind was suddenly turbulent.

Practitioners with Taoism in their hearts are often sensitive to good and bad things, and they will use this induction to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages in advance and reduce losses. Just now, a strong emotion suddenly flashed in Qingchen's heart, mixed with surprise, fear, and joy, and the feeling that surged up at this moment made him stop writing. He has joined the road, and he is usually less worried and less worried. This kind of mood is very abnormal. It seems that there must be big things happening around him.

He put the pen in his hand lightly, his fingertips trembled unconsciously, and the emotion almost burst out.

The ink splattered a little, and a black dot fell on the yellowed file. Qingchen stared at the black dot, and it calmed down after a while. He raised his hand and pressed it on his forehead, feeling that the mark left by Yun Qing was astonishingly hot, and the majestic power came from the other end.

"I'm here." Yun Qingzhi landed directly on his desk, Qingchen quickly backed away, and bowed to her.

"What's the matter?" Qingchen asked cautiously.

Yun Qing got down from his desk and pushed the door directly out: "The saint has fallen."

Qingchen was stunned: "But..."

He closed his mouth, nothing to worry about, Yun Qing people all ran over, they must have fallen. He hurriedly chased Yun Qing and ran out the door. It was pitch-dark outside. He lived in a remote place, and he couldn't even see the lights around. In the darkness, something was glowing in Yunqing's hand, and Qingchen only looked at her carefully at this moment. She was wearing a thin white dress with wide sleeves and a wide belt, holding an ancient mirror in her arms.

The mirror is like gold but not gold, like wood but not wood.

"It's the ancient mirror." Yun Qing didn't look at him, but he could sense his gaze.

Qingchen lowered his head and didn't dare to look at it, he asked, "Are you going to take the seed of humanity?"

Yunqing kept walking forward until he walked out of the courtyard gate and reached an empty street with sticky mist in the air. The Holy Altar of Lütian is in the center of the entire Ci'an City, and Qingchen lives in the northwest corner. From here, she is slowly walking to the place where the saint of humanity fell.

Qingchen followed behind her, and it was a little strange to see her walking unhurriedly: "Aren't you in a hurry?"

"Naturally there is no rush." ​​Yun Qing's voice echoed in the empty street, sounding a bit gloomy, "The seed is placed here, and what can't be taken can never be taken away, and what can be taken can never be stopped. live."

Qingchen didn't know what to say. In fact, he really wanted to ask if he should take this opportunity to control the Temple of Heaven, but seeing that Yunqing didn't want to help him now, he could only keep silent. He felt that Yun Qing was a strange person. She was calm and calm, but she would suddenly say "there's not enough time". It was obviously a critical moment, but she was not in a hurry. Qingchen has been by her side for many years, and she has never figured out what is urgent for her and what can be slowed down.

"Be prepared for the rain..." Yun Qing suddenly said, "If it's already raining, then there's no point in worrying."

Qingchen quickly restrained her thoughts, she must have caught a glimpse of her cranky thoughts just now.

Yunqing looked very gentle, and his tone was also seductive: "Be careful of those who are busy on sunny days, because most of them know when it is raining. Be careful of those who are calm in rainy days, because most of them are Know when the rain will stop."

Qingchen said that wasn't it you? As a result, after thinking about it, Yun Qing probably knew what he was thinking, so he quickly said: "Yes, yes, I know next time."

"But there is another kind of person who is as calm as a mirror no matter whether it is rain or shine, because they are not afraid of wind and rain." Yun Qing said, and suddenly laughed, "For example, the one in front of you."

On the other end of the long street stood a man with white hair and white clothes, his expression was cold, his eyes were shining, and the blue on his forehead was faintly glowing. He holds a whisk in his hand, and his body is immortal, beyond the world. At first glance, his whole body is full of light, but there is no darkness at all. Qingchen only glanced at him, his eyes seemed to be pierced by this brilliant light, and even his soul felt pain. This person's cultivation is unfathomable, and Qingchen can't even look at him with his body.

Qingchen quickly retreated behind Yun Qing, staring down at her pale ankles. Yun Qing smiled brightly, and his expression seemed to be filled with the joy of reunion of old friends: "The ghosts haven't been cleaned up yet, so you came to humanity?"

"I'm here to intercept you." Xie Yao said flatly.

Qingchen felt that every time he said a word, light bloomed in his soul, and in one sentence, nothing was left in his soul except light. Without the mobilization of spiritual energy or vitality, words themselves constitute an unstoppable force. Once words are spoken, the rules are established. Qingchen always thought that this kind of thing would only happen in legends, but he didn't expect to see a live one today. The most important thing is that this live one still has bad intentions towards Yun Qing.

Yun Qing still walked forward slowly, and his smile did not change at all: "I'm sorry to bother you to leave the ghosts and run for this trip."

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"Stop." Xie Yao looked at her indifferently, and as soon as he finished speaking, countless cyan emperor seals spread out from under Yunqing's feet. pace.

Yun Qing didn't resist, just stood there with a smile but not a smile: "Why... is there something wrong?"

"have."

After hearing two sentences, Qingchen couldn't stand it anymore. He thought that these two words were really anxious to death, and he couldn't spit out a complete sentence for a long time.

"If you want the ghost, do you want to have it in the bag too?" Yun Qing seemed to shake his head helplessly, but the smile on his face did not diminish, "If you want all the Taoists in the world, why don't you do it now? Just told me, lest I run around tired and run empty in the future."

Seeing that she didn't move forward, Xie Yao took back the emperor's seal. He heard Yun Qing's words without any change, but nodded lightly: "That's exactly what he meant."

Yun Qing's expression was vague, and she didn't know what she was thinking: "Huangquan Biluo is not as dissatisfied as you."

Xie Yao's face was even more incomprehensible. His tone of speech was almost completely flat, without even a little ups and downs: "The Avenue of Heaven and Earth is not as easy to talk as you are."

Yun Qing couldn't help laughing again: "Forget it, I'm just human."

"Have you ever counted how many remaining saints will fall?" Xie Yao's eyes were deep, he suddenly approached Yunqing, Qingchen involuntarily stepped back a few steps, but he looked up and saw that Yunqing was still standing there. So he walked back in silence.

Yun Qing stood holding the mirror in her arms. She closed her eyes and seemed to be doing calculations, but it was more like she was avoiding the light brought by Xie Yao.

Too dazzling.

No matter how many times Yun Qing looked at the divine light on him, this sentence would still pop up in his heart.

If only it could be softer.

"Just now." Yun Qing sighed in his heart and opened his eyes again, "How many did you count?"

The corner of Xie Yao's mouth held a smile, but he didn't seem stiff, but he still couldn't hide the indifference in his eyes.He stopped a step away from Yun Qing, looked down at her and said, "All."

"Yes." Yun Qing looked at him and smiled softly, "Saints don't die, but thieves don't stop."

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