Volume 6 Three Desolations Chapter 1278 Breaking the Cocoon into a Butterfly!
Outside the gap in the Three Desolations Great Realm, the Ninetieth Realm of the Eighty Realms of the Reverse Saint Great Realm worships the Reverse Saint Great Realm, this realm is the center of the Reverse Saint, the starry sky is not pitch black, but with a faint red, the starry sky has no stars, but countless blue silk threads floating.
These threads are all illusory, as if they do not exist, but they are eternally suspended, making the starry sky here full of a dreamlike feeling, completely different from ordinary emptiness.
But in the same way, if you live here for a long time, the first time you go to the outside starry sky, you will also feel that the outside world is different from your hometown.
At this moment, in this ninetieth realm, in this seemingly boundless starry sky, there are countless bubbles, these bubbles are large and small, and in a bubble about ten thousand feet in size, there are two people sitting cross-legged.
One is a middle-aged man, wearing a casual blue robe, his long hair is tied up, hovering above his head like a Taoist series, this person has a face as white as jade, looks gentle, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, holding a chess piece in his right hand, and is staring at the chessboard in front of him.
Opposite him was an old man in a white robe, who was smiling at the middle-aged man who seemed to be contemplative.
"In this move, I made a wrong move before, a wrong piece, and the game was full of mistakes. After a long time, the middle-aged man smiled slightly, put the chess pieces in his hand aside, raised his head with emotion, and looked at the old man.
"It is quite an honor for the old man to let Emperor Yan Pei Chenhuang admit that he is wrong. The old man smiled and spoke, his voice hoarse with the passage of time.
"I can make a mistake in the chessboard that has not been inherited since the opening of the sky, and the only eternal Xuanjiu Rebellion Sage, I don't complain when I feel it. The middle-aged man shook his head and laughed at himself unhurriedly.
"However, I am also a little puzzled why Xuanjiu's predecessors wanted to play this game of chess with the emperor when they were about to come to the Three Wildernesses. As he spoke, the middle-aged man raised his head. There was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, but there was a sharp light in his eyes that made the sky fade, blazing.
"The chess pieces in your hand may not be chess pieces, and the chessboard you see may not be a chessboard, but in any case...... Since in the agreement between you and me, the first unspeakable to come to the Three Desolations came from the dark morning, then...... The old man didn't want to be wrong. Full of mistakes. The old man pondered for a moment, and then spoke slowly.
"Returning to the Three Wildernesses is the most important thing for both you and me, and there is no room for the slightest surprise in this matter, and I also ask Emperor Yan Pei Chen to pay more attention to it. ”
The sharpness in the middle-aged man's eyes was even sharper. The smile on the corner of his mouth gradually turned cold.
"How the emperor does things, it's not the turn of the rebel saint to point fingers! As for the chess pieces in the emperor's hands...... It's his honor to be my pawn, and ...... The chess pieces in the hands of the emperor are destined to be chess pieces, and they cannot escape from the hands of the emperor. There was no arrogance in the middle-aged man's expression, but there was confidence in his words. But it makes its momentum crown the sky.
"If one son is wrong, the whole plate is wrong. The old man said lightly.
"Even if it's a mistake and a full game is wrong, but the chess player is the king. The emperor can reopen the chessboard!" the middle-aged man said coldly.
"What if the chessboard is broken? ”
"Then cast the chessboard again!"
"What if you become a chess player?" the old man's eyes suddenly flashed, and he said slowly word by word.
"This can't be!" said the middle-aged man flatly.
"Maybe it's impossible, but ...... If this chess piece is outside. And one more?"
"You're talking about the ants of the Ninth Peak, the people who are in harmony with the will of the Daochen True Realm. This person is so bold and reckless that he dares to be in communion with the will of the true realm, and now he is afraid that he has long lost himself, can he be called a master?" the middle-aged man said coldly.
"The old man had sensed before, and there was a strange force that emanated out of the Three Wildernesses, opening a passage, which ran through somewhere, and exiled some people like exile.
Can you do this kind of thing?" the old man looked at the middle-aged man, his expression showing a touch of seriousness.
"Therefore, you didn't let the people on both sides of us attack the Ninth Peak, but suppressed the fighting spirit of those Venerables and delayed time. The middle-aged man's expression was still cold, and he couldn't hear what he was thinking in his words.
"This person, before the situation is clear, can't tell whether he is fused with Dao Chen or ...... Before I really succeeded Dao Chen, I didn't want to offend, let alone expand the results of the battle, and attract the anger of this person, at that time, once a son made a mistake, the price of a mistake was to let you and me be a monk in the Great Realm under your command to bear the burial of that anger. The old man was silent for a moment and said slowly.
"The old man said that the son was wrong, but it was not you, but myself, the son back then, I was wrong against the holy choice...... Now, Emperor Yan Pei Chen is about to go to the lower realm, and the old man doesn't want you to ...... Keep going wrong. ”
The middle-aged man looked at the old man, and after a long time, the indifference on his face suddenly disappeared, and he turned into a smile like a spring breeze again, and did not speak, but got up and walked into the distance.
After three steps, his figure disappeared into the world of bubbles, without a trace.
"One son is wrong, and the whole plate is wrong...... The chess pieces are not scary, and on the side of the scary chess pieces, there are chess players that you can't see. The old man frowned, sighed lightly, he raised his head and looked around, and slowly showed a touch of decisiveness in his expression.
At the same time, in the Dark Morning Great Realm, in a pitch-black starry sky in the central realm, there existed a land of white bones, where the bones were boundless and the number was incalculable, and at the top of this white bone mountain range, a middle-aged man sat cross-legged.
This man was the same person who had existed in the bubble world before, and his eyes slowly opened, revealing a white glow inside, and a sneer on the corner of his mouth.
"The years of Xuanjiu's existence have been too long, erased the grandeur, and become a peakless mountain...... A mere ninth peak, a person who is arrogant enough to dare to merge with the will of the true realm, is worth caring about so much?
He is not my pawn, and he is not worthy of being my pawn, my pawn...... In Hades. The middle-aged man stood up slowly, and the white bone mountain range roared and swirled behind him, and the entire mountain range shook in unison, turning into a sea of white bones, rolling under the man's feet, and swept the starry sky at a very fast speed, whistling away, heading straight for ...... Three wilderness gaps.
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When the flames of war in the Three Desolations Realm spread, the Yin Death Vortex was always turning, and there seemed to be an extra strange power inside it, making it difficult for all the dark mornings and anti-saint people to step into half a step.
Just like the original Spirit Tribulation, even if this Tribulation could enter the Yin Death Vortex, it was also weakened.
The whirlpool of yin and death, as always, maintains its mystery in the eyes of the world, as if it will turn forever.
In the depths of this whirlpool of yin and death, connected to it, it is like a mirror corresponding to the three wildernesses, in the great realm that belongs to the mulberry phase, at this moment the whole world is silent, and all the operation stops, except for ...... In that Gang Innocence Realm, Su Ming was at war with another place in this realm where he was at war, and after he dissipated as a mulberry, Su Ming turned into a cocoon.
This cocoon, only a few dozen zhang high, looks inconspicuous from a distance, and there is no coercion on it, let alone the slightest momentum, ordinary as if it is extremely ordinary.
But beside it, there is a rare personal arrival of the will of Sang Xiang, surrounding the whole world, with the entire great realm to stand still to prevent all external interference, its care, its protection, its expectations, with the passage of time, more and more intense.
It does not allow the slightest accident of Su Ming's broken cocoon into a butterfly, and it does not allow Su Ming to fail here, because in its expectations, Su Ming's appearance, the fusion with the mulberry, and the will of the two true realms, all of this is full of a variable.
In its memory, Su Ming was not the first mulberry to be fused, but he was the first...... A person who has the will of the two true realms to fuse with mulberry.
This is completely different from everything that has ever been in the sense, and even in the feeling of this Sangxiang's will, Sangzi is not a son, but a servant, even if this servant merges with the people of the Three Desolations, whether he continues to be a servant, or is changed into the Three Desolations, it will not care.
But only Su Ming is here, because Su Ming gave up Dao Chen, because he has the Immortal Sect, so what appears after the fusion of him and Mulberry will be a cocoon, and it is precisely because of the cocoon ...... In a sense, Su Ming in this cocoon, with Sang Xiang and Sanhuang, is actually already the existence of the same realm, and can even be identified as a group!
So, Sang Xiang cares!
In Su Ming's place, it seemed to faintly see hope, it was the first time in countless years and countless epochs of time changes...... Hope to see.
Hope to go home!!
In the countless eras that are difficult to calculate, I have heard the call of home more than once, but I can't go back to the hope, at this moment, infinitely magnified, even if it is the will of the Sangxiang Great Realm, it is still the hope that is constantly amplified, causing the will to tremble.
It is different from the Three Wildernesses, compared to the indifferent and almost numb Three Wildernesses, it has some human-like thoughts, so there are three major mulberries here, and the Three Wilderness Great Realm, there has never been such a monk.
Time passes slowly, not for long......
Until one day, when a slight clicking sound suddenly came out in this silent starry sky, Sang Xiang's will boiled and swirled around the cocoon, and the clicking sound gradually became more and more, as if some kind of fragmentation was going on from the inside out in this cocoon.
This shattering lasted for a while, and finally a tiny crack appeared on the exterior of the cocoon, which slowly spread until the crisp click was heard very clearly, the crack reached a trace, and no light came out, but it could be seen through this crack.
Inside, you can see a young man with his eyes closed, the whole body of the young man is calm as if he was sleeping, he has black hair, a slightly pale and almost almost face, and in the center of his eyebrows there is a third eye, which is not erect, but a long slit, and on top of it, there is a vertical line......
The vertical line, as if it were an incision, runs through the third eye.
It looks like a cross, but the moment Su Ming's eyes opened, the moment the third eye suddenly opened and closed, it was like ...... A butterfly with wings spread!!――
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