Chapter two hundred and forty-ninth, Emperor Qing's last order, immortal and immortal

The first ray of light since the opening of the heavens and the earth was cast from the Heavenly Palace, and the Parting Palace began to melt away in the light little by little. "Ya*wen*yan*love*first*post"

Above the Parting Palace, the phantom of Qingdi, who was guarded by the phantoms of the gods, looked exactly the same as when he was alive. His eyebrows and eyes are like ancient paintings, the lines are soft and solemn, and his expression carries the forgiveness and tolerance unique to the gods. He is dressed in an ancient and simple feather coat, and the delicate and soft blue feathers melt into the light.

"Tai Hao..." Yun Qing sighed, dumping the ancient mirror in his hand, and the spirit of the nine-tailed white fox quickly merged into the light of the heavenly palace. This is the fruit of the Tao, through the fruit of the Tao, the gods can fully wake up, they have the power in their lifetime, and they can bring those who hold children into the heavenly palace.

The phantom of Qingdi is still standing in the sky, it's just a phantom, but the aura of this god is far more terrifying than Xie Yao.

What Xie Yao is asking for is the supreme way, he stands too high to gain strength from other people. The Qing Emperor is a god who stands on the earth and gives life. He blesses all beings in the world, and what he cultivates is the great merit of blessing the common people. As long as there is still a trace of life endowed by him in everything in the world, he will never die or die.

It is obviously a softer light, but it is stronger than all the sharp blades in the world.

The parting palace is getting lighter and lighter, as if it has melted into the light, and the ghosts of the gods return to the heavenly palace, awakening the sleeping gods. Qingdi's phantom is also disappearing, but it maintains its gaze on the world. From beginning to end, the compassionate and gentle eyes have never left this new land.

The last bit of brilliance on the feather coat disappeared.

Burial Cloud Heaven Palace is back.

Yun Qing was bathed in this brilliant light and sat quietly.

On the sixth day, the power that Emperor Qing had stored in the Cloud Burial Temple 100,000 years ago finally exploded, and this already crumbling world collapsed directly. The two surviving saints of the immortals and demons escaped the fierce battle of the saints, but they failed to escape the backhand of the god.

Before the big world collapsed, Xie Yao had already swallowed all the Taoist lineages, and that collapsed world was just a body abandoned by the cultivators. Their power still exists here in Xie Yao, just waiting for the day when Dao chess wins, countless Dao lineages can repeat the prosperity.

At this time, the power that the Qing Emperor left in the Tiangong began to re-create the world, divide Yin and Yang, and demarcate the five elements. And the reconstruction of the new world has reintroduced the power of the Tao of Heaven. With these newly acquired powers and the part of Taoism obtained by Xie Yao, the big world at this time has been divided into five and five parts of the Tao of Heaven.

At this time, above the Heavenly Palace.

Zhong Guanyuan looked at the gods who were gradually awakening with cold sweat on his head. He ignored the obstruction of several emperors and rushed up to the heavens, running all the way to the front of the old man holding Bi and the old man Qingzhu.

He stood under the steps with his hands on his knees, panting and shouting loudly: "Why, why... why did all the saints perish!"

He thought that the power left by Emperor Qing would only destroy the Great World, but he did not expect to kill it together with the saint. This gave Zhong Guanyuan a very bad premonition. He felt that what the Qing Emperor had done was a little out of the norm.

"The power of Tiangong." The dull voices of the two old men smashed into Zhong Guanyuan's heart.

"Without the saints dispersing the cause and effect of the Dao, Yun Qing is likely to directly control the Dao chess, what are you doing!" Zhong Guanyuan roared at the two old men like crazy. "Ya * Wen * Yan * Qing * first * hair" The power in Taoism and chess comes from all Taos, and the cause and effect is also related to the saints of all Taos. And those who hold the child need great karma and great merit. If there is no restraint from the saints of Taoism, then Yunqing is likely to take advantage of it.

"There is Dong Xuanzi." The voices of the two old men overlapped, suppressed and heavy.

Zhong Guanyuan was a little out of control, he almost rushed up to give the two guys a few fists: "Dong Xuanzi alone? What if Yun Qing killed him before he touched Daoqi! It was too late to stop him! And Dong Xuanzi..."

Zhong Guanyuan's words stopped here, he failed to say anything worse. In any case, all the gods now believe in the Qing Emperor, and all their hopes are pinned on this god who takes the responsibility of blessing the common people. If you question the Qing Emperor at this juncture, wouldn't the previous 100,000 years of hard work be turned into a joke?

"Dong Xuanzi... Will Dong Xuanzi definitely inherit the position of Bi Luo?"

The two old men didn't answer, Zhong Guanyuan felt that he was a little confused, and Bi Luo was not in the game, so of course they couldn't tell.

Zhong Guanyuan supported his legs and felt a pain in his head. He asked, "Use the power in the Heavenly Palace to kill all the saints... Is this also the will of the Qing Emperor?"

He didn't even notice it himself, his voice was already trembling slightly.

The voices of the two old men answered almost unexpectedly: "Exactly."

"He's going to kill..." Zhong Guanyuan's expression was a little dazed, he bit his lower lip, his face was terrifyingly pale, "I built seven holy places and destroyed them one by one, and helped the saints of Taoism to fight the sky again. Killed one by one before. And those... so-called relics left after his fall..."

Zhong Guanyuan suddenly knelt before Daoqi, and shouted up to the sky: "The Qing Emperor has lost his way!"

"Qingdi really lost his way!"

The calm and solemn voices of the two old men came: "Wenqu has overstepped."

"What is arrogant?" Zhong Guanyuan's hair was scattered, and the whole person looked very embarrassed. He stood up and sneered, "I am the god of history, I have recorded everything I have seen and known. How can it be called arrogance!"

"Wenqu, talking about the Holy Master is a serious crime." The two old men repeated meaningless dissuasion, their expressions were blank and their faces were stiff.

Zhong Guanyuan took a step forward, but was forced back by the light of Daoqi. He said angrily: "It is a felony to talk about the Holy Master? Are you all blind! Emperor Qing went against the way of heaven, against the timing, and betrayed the gods 100,000 years ago. , condone the calamity, what is that!"

"Wenqu has overstepped." The two old men could only say these few words over and over again, probably because the sanity given to them by the Qing Emperor was not sober enough.

Zhong Guanyuan only felt that his heart was dead, but he was unwilling to give up this little hope.

He saw that the clouds and mists on the chess were dissipating little by little, and as the Heavenly Palace was connected to the Great World, the time here began to flow. Thousands of changes flashed through the broken Dao chess in an instant, and the power above it became full and complete. This is the 100,000-year hard work of the Shinto, and it is also the 100,000-year prosperity that all the Taos in the world are betting on. Waiting for Dongxuanzi to bring all the Taoist lineages, waiting for him to achieve the position of Biluo...

Zhong Guanyuan took a deep breath and tried to comfort himself, even if there was a bit of a blunder, as long as Dong Xuanzi held the child in Bi Luo's body, he could completely suppress Yun Qing.

"Heavenly Palace has come to the world, please invite Wenqu to accompany a few emperors to pick up the people who hold the son." A familiar voice interrupted Zhong Guanyuan's speculation.

Ji Yihe chased Zhong Guanyuan all the way up, and managed to keep up with him, only to see Zhong Guanyuan's disheveled hair and disheveled appearance at a glance. He asked nervously, "Master Zhong! What's the matter with you?"

Zhong Guanyuan still didn't come back to his senses, he waved his hand and said, "I'm fine."

Ji Yihe was afraid that he was distracted and didn't hear it, so he said again: "Tiangong has come to the world, please Wenqu follow the emperor to pick up the person who holds the child."

These words are very serious, and there is a little vibrato caused by too much tension. Ji Yihe has almost never called Zhongguanyuan Shenhao. This is the most important occasion in his life.

Zhong Guanyuan was not much calmer than him. He knelt down to Ji Yihe and replied, "I wish to obey the oracle."

Ji Yihe was taken aback by him and stretched out his hand to help him, but he immediately reacted. He coughed and retracted his hand: "Please get up."

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"Let's go." Zhong Guanyuan knelt down, but became calmer, and he followed Ji Yihe to the sky.

Anyone can be absent from this kind of thing, but he can't. As the god of history, he must watch the progress of every step of history, and then record them truthfully with the most objective and calm attitude.

"Master Zhong, are you a little... worried?" Ji Yihe felt that Zhong Guanyuan's emotions were very complicated, and it really didn't match his status as a god.

Zhong Guanyuan smiled and said, "Nothing. Who is the one who holds the child?"

Don't be Yun Qing.

Ji Yihe's answer made Zhong Guanyuan's heart fall back again: "Dong Xuanzi, he is the descendant of the Qing Emperor. The Qing Emperor has been in layout for so long, the matter of holding the son should fall on him."

"Yes, yes..." Zhong Guanyuan remembered that he had scolded the two chess waiters just now, feeling a little overwhelmed on his face.

"See for yourself." Ji Yihe pointed not far away.

Endless blue light leaked from the gate of the Tiangong Palace, and the gods surrounded each palace, dancing and music to greet each other, and the building became a song. The tunes all come from ancient times. At that time, there were many grand celebration feasts among the gods, or spring farming and autumn harvest, or exorcising disasters and exorcising evil spirits. Even the creation of a new word is something worth celebrating. After the Tiangong was built, it fell into an eternal stagnation, and it has never experienced such a lively celebration.

Zhong Guanyuan felt that it was a bit unfamiliar to see such a heavenly palace in the past.

Seeing him coming, the four emperors standing by the door just looked at each other silently, and then opened the Tiangong Palace gate.

The dazzling blue light shone into the Tiangong, and the young Taoist appeared in this blue light. The pattern of the emperor's seal on his forehead almost made Zhong Guanyuan cry with joy.

It's really Dong Xuanzi!

The gods greeted them in unison, but at this time Zhong Guanyuan noticed that the gate of the Tiangong Palace had not yet closed, and before the gods had finished singing the words of praise, another person stepped in. Zhong Guanyuan just showed a little bit of joy and quickly cooled into a Beihai glacier.

"Why did you come up too!?"

Among the cheers, Zhong Guanyuan's roar stood out, and Ji Yihe tugged at the corner of his shirt secretly.

Hidden behind the dazzling light was Yun Qing, who was only wearing a thin white dress, walking barefoot and holding an ancient mirror in her arms. She raised her head and smiled at Zhong Guanyuan, and said, "If I don't come, how will you bury me in this palace?"

Dong Xuanzi, who was walking in front of her, hardly reacted. He followed the silent guidance of the gods and climbed all the way to the sky. Yun Qing stepped in the void and easily followed behind him. At this time, the four emperors also noticed her, but since she could be brought to the Tiangong, it showed that she was also able to hold a child, so these emperors did not stop her. After all, one more talent gives more hope. If Dong Xuanzi fails, at least there is still this child.

Ji Yihe had long noticed that something was wrong with Zhong Guanyuan, and he asked in a low voice, "Master Zhong? What's wrong?"

"Nothing... No, I don't know what's going to happen." Zhong Guanyuan remembered the words she had just said when she spoke, and felt that all his bad premonitions had come true.

This is the shrine that Emperor Qing built to bury her. If she could step in without any qualms at such a time, it would be nothing more than knowing something.

Qingdi would not kill her.

Zhong Guanyuan tried his best to comfort himself: "If you can't kill, you won't kill, and I don't expect her to be killed here easily. I just hope that Dong Xuanzi can fight for something, and don't let our 100,000 years of hard work go to waste..."

At this time, Xie Yao's whole body was agitated, swallowing all the Taoist lineages to make his power rise to an unbelievable level. And his momentum is still rising, and when he is in front of Daoqi, Zhong Guanyuan can no longer look at him with his eyes. Because the light is too dazzling, the power that rejects everything and transcends everything blocks everyone from Daoqi.

Xie Yao is trying to ascend to the position of Bi Luo, and his accumulation is enough. Only when Bi Luo Huangquan is on the same level as the sky can he be qualified to play against the heaven. So in any case, he must first try to break through to the realm of Great Perfection through the crazy accumulation of these days.

Zhong Guanyuan tried to probe with his soul, but there was no trace of perception that could enter the range of Daoqi. Fortunately for him, Yun Qing also stood by him honestly and had no intention of hurting anyone.

The gods are very silent. They were originally heartless and ruthless, and they followed the rules of heaven.

While staring at Yun Qing, Zhong Guanyuan glanced at the situation on the other side of Daoqi.

The light is getting brighter.

The light is getting more and more dazzling.

The light has been rich to the extreme, dazzling to the extreme.

There was only light in Zhong Guanyuan's eyes, and all his five senses were immersed in such a magnificent and cold light.

Then the light disappeared.

Zhong Guanyuan rubbed his eyes, unable to react.If the game between Dong Xuanzi and Tiandao fails, then the movement should be far more than that. First of all, Daoqi will be completely destroyed, and the big world will be completely collapsed.But now Daoqi is very quiet, and the big world is running normally.

Only that dazzling light completely disappeared from the world.

A chuckle broke the silence, and Zhong Guanyuan looked at Yun Qing beside him with a bit of horror.

"As expected, you are still alive... The Lord of Biluo."

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