Ye Qing realized later: “That’s right!”
   He threw the rope.
   All the disciples of Guiyuanzong were short of breath, and their expressions were extremely excited: “—Could it be that in the spring of the third year of Tianshou, who protected Jing Qian, Zheng Yiming and other senior brothers, and tied up the ghost prince? That person looks ordinary and looks like a bundle of hemp The rope is actually an extremely powerful artifact?”
   A long list of prefixes.
   All the disciples of Guiyuanzong had heard of the magic weapon of binding the immortal rope.
   In the spring of the third year of Tianshou, during the few days when white flowers floated all over the city, in the Soul Refining Hall on the outskirts of Yunzhou City, on the night when the dead returned to their souls, Demon Lord Jiyuan summoned more than a hundred children under his knees, causing a grand spectacle of ghosts walking at night. Several senior brothers were bound by female ghosts, and Gui Yuanzong’s disciples had nowhere to go. They were all trapped in graves, and their lives were also hanging by a thread. The little junior brother who was only three and a half years old back then, hadn’t worshiped the immortal gate yet, so he sacrificed the immortal rope to reverse the defeat.
   Is history about to repeat itself?
   The disciples of Guiyuanzong forgot their fear, held their breath and concentrated, their eyes opened wide with excitement.
   WTF?
   Disciple Yun Zhongque looked blank.
   Lu Qiyuan was equally perplexed. With a sweep of his consciousness, he was sure that the bundle of ropes in Ye Qing’s hand was not some unparalleled magic weapon, but an ordinary hemp rope. Grabbing a large bundle at once does not have the powerful power that the disciples of Guiyuanzong said.
   But what happened next surprised him.
   I saw Ye Qing throwing the rope.
   It’s just a hemp rope, how could it be able to deal with Moxiu!
   Feeling the absurdity, Lu Qiyuan felt nervous about Ye Qing. In his eyes, Ye Qing was the embodiment of weakness, and he wished he could give up his life to protect her. He had fought against Mingzhang, and the difference in realm was like a chasm. Demon cultivators at the transformation stage had the power to quench their bodies, and one finger was enough to crush them to death.
   But he didn’t expect that when Ye Qing tied the fairy rope and hit it, the magic cultivator’s hands were covered upright, and the true energy that could do whatever he wanted, seemed to be enveloped by some powerful magic weapon, and the murderous aura that was soaring to the sky would dissipate as soon as it gathered. Moxiu roared unwillingly, “This–what magic weapon is this so powerful that I am helpless?”
   At the same time, the powerful Moxiu twisted his body vigorously, as if he wanted to break free from the rope, but encountered a magical situation that was difficult to explain clearly: the more he struggled, the soft and lifeless rope not only did not loosen, but bound him even more firmly. over him.
   ? ? ?
   Now it was the turn of disciple Yun Zhongque’s pupil to quake.
   They have slain countless demons and demons in their lives, and have seen all kinds of anti-magic scenes. They have already been mentally prepared, but the tens of seconds when the fairy ropes appeared on the stage still broke their humble cognition.
   In the eyes of this group of young monks, Mingzhang, a demon cultivator in the transformation stage, is like a clumsy actor who actively sent his head to the circle of the fairy rope, as if the rope was not tight enough, and tied himself up .
   Every one of the proud sons of heaven is inevitably stunned and their scalps are numb.
   Heaven is above! What kind of magic weapon is this that can bind the magic cultivator of the transformation stage?
   “The Immortal Binding Rope is still so strong! Junior Brother is amazing!” Gui Yuanzong’s disciples had amazing ability to accept, they were familiar with the way, helped each other in twos and threes, and started to escape.
   Seeing that disciple Yun Zhongque was still in a daze, they pulled him back and shouted: “Brother Lu, what are you still doing in a daze! Run!”
   Mingzhang squinted his eyes, also dissatisfied. A group of prisoners from the immortal sect dared to stand in a daze on his territory. His voice was cold, and he reminded in a faint voice: “What are you doing in a daze? Are you waiting for me to break free from the shackles and then wait for me to break free? Capture you once?”
   One word at a time was forced out from between the teeth, the coercion of the god transformation stage was fierce, full of a sense of oppression, it didn’t look like being restrained at all, but it just happened to be restrained.
   Immortal disciple: “…”
   A group of teenagers shuddered, and immediately came to their senses, hurriedly packed up their swords and ran away.
   They ran all the way, got lost a little on the road, and immediately escaped under the guidance of the road signs. On the other side of the water mirror, the monks fell into a deadly silence.
   When Qin Xun went to the dungeon with all his hard work and all his blood, the entire underground palace had already been emptied, and even the boss of the magic palace hadn’t been refreshed. His throat was choked, and a mouthful of blood stuck in the place where he couldn’t go up or down. After enduring it for a long time, a hissing roar burst out from his throat, “Who did this!”
   The old man with jade pendant sighed again, his eyes lighted faintly: It’s a pity, the way of heaven is above, and it’s one step too late.
   If all of this was a test of the Dao of Heaven, Qin Xun would have lost completely. After all, the sixteen-year-old boy was quite favored by the Dao of Heaven, and at the same time he was able to swim happily in the two realms of immortals and demons without dying prematurely. Still alive now.
   He sighed.
   Before he could finish his sigh, the hysterical Qin Xun suddenly raised his head, his sixth sense was activated, and a strange throbbing pulled him, and he caught a vast and vast aura, like the mysteries of heaven and earth, eternity. He closed his eyes, and felt a lot through this breath, the sun, the moon, the stars, flowers, trees, birds and animals… the boundless myriad creatures.
   Inexplicably, he remembered what the old man in jade pendant said, “The way of heaven is the source of all things. He is supreme and majestic, controlling the rise and fall of hundreds of millions of living beings. His existence is illusory, and monks can only be in awe.”
   Could it be…? ? ?
   He couldn’t restrain his heartbeat, and ran towards the place of breath like crazy.
   He is an opportunistic creator, where there is an opportunity, there is him!
   On the other side, after Ye Qing rescued a group of senior brothers and sisters, he was also running wildly, and he also heard a majestic melody. In the dark, there seemed to be a simple and old voice calling him. This voice was ancient and thick, and it seemed to pass tens of thousands of years of time and space to his ears.
   “Qingqing, my good boy, you have passed my test, come to my arms soon.”
   Ye Qing was stunned for a moment, stopped, and involuntarily tilted his head to listen attentively.
   “Brother Tang Xi, did you hear anything?”
   Tang Xi didn’t speak.
   “Brother Yu, did you hear someone calling my name?”
   Yu Jinghan didn’t respond to him.
   “Brother Yan, someone is calling me!”
   Yan Chili, who always looked back with a smile, was not there.
   Only then did Ye Qing realize that all his teammates were gone as he ran, there was nothingness under his feet, all the sounds and colors turned into a white light, and he entered a shimmering alien space. What shocked Ye Qing even more was that a vast expanse of stars appeared in front of his eyes, a vast silver sea of stars wrapped in countless vortexes, Ye Qing didn’t know what kind of sea it was, he only heard a faint Tsunami and whales. He stepped on the soft clouds, and he didn’t step on the ground, but was embraced and lifted up by the entire universe. The light and shadow of the whole world are changing and distorted. Because he was too dazed, he didn’t have time to panic. Looking far away, there was a majestic ancient palace at the end of the sea of stars.
   This ancient palace is engraved with ingenious reliefs, which seem to hide countless secrets, and exhaustive words are not enough to describe its magnificence.
   “Qingqing, my good boy, you are here.”
   An old man with white hair stood in front of the palace and waved to him with a smile.
   There was a game of chess in front of the old man. If Tang Xi was present and recovered his memory, he would surely take a breath and remind his children that this is a chess game that has been played for tens of thousands of years from the beginning to the present. Above the chess game, the mountains, rivers and rivers are all hidden in it, and the immortal holds his son, letting the vicissitudes of the world change.
   The situation of this chess game is not complete – just look at the situation, black chess is strong, but loses last, white chess is weak, but wins last. It’s just a dispute between black and white, and it’s not over yet.
   With the world as the chessboard and all things as the chess pieces, His thoughts determine the operation of the laws of the world, and the identity of this old man is almost ready to be revealed.
   ah? What test?
   Ye Qing was in a daze. The kind-hearted old man in front of him gave him an inexplicable sense of intimacy. Staring at the old man, Ye Qing blinked, always feeling that he saw the mysterious self of the stars.
   “Old man, where is this place?” Ye Qing stepped on the clouds and tried his best to run towards the old man.
   While running, he admired the relief murals of the palaces along the way, and he saw a scene: thousands of years ago, in the ancient cultivation world, countless people pursued the Dao and soared in the daytime, and the world was filled with countless immortals who “wanted to live in seclusion in Penglai and follow the fairy mountains of Yingzhou” The legend and the divine light that has been shining for thousands of years, it was an extremely brilliant period of glory. The old man controls the chess game with a smile. He has feelings for all the creatures and creatures he created. When he has a whim, he will enlighten countless mountains and rivers, and watch all things conceive with a smile.
   With his patience.
   The territory here is vast, due to the gathering of spiritual energy, the vicissitudes of the sea and fields are changing, there are many clans and families of the Kyushu cultivation sect, and the swordsmanship is unpredictable and a hundred flowers bloom. But who would have thought that after observing day after day, the way of creation gradually became dull from being interesting, and one day, embracing the surrounding stars, the old man suddenly felt a kind of emptiness in his body: all this has something to do with it. What’s the point?
   He fell into doubt and self-denial.
   So soon, prosperity must decline, and everything seems to start to go downhill when it reaches its peak. The aura of the cultivation world is getting thinner and weaker, and the ascension corridor becomes narrower.
   What beat him was the immutable, the tidal emptiness, and the silent loneliness.
   Ye Qing stopped at the last relief mural, as long as he looked up, he would see the last painting, depicting a disaster of annihilation—the gods are tired of this world, and occasionally have the idea of destroying the source.
   Such thoughts just flashed by occasionally. Although he was tired of everything, deep down in his heart, he was reluctant to part with this brightly lit world. Who would have thought that dark thoughts would breed, and he was no longer under his control.
   The decline of the way of heaven is known to the whole world.
   The old man’s body was even weaker and weaker, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep day by day. Slowly, a black shadow appeared in his body—this was a part of his inner demon that was hatched and split from his consciousness: tyranny, Shady and aloof, he grows stronger when he is weak or emotionally unstable.
   The person who turned out to be born was the seed of the inner demon he bred. He had the most difficult situation, and at the same time, he had endless longevity and the power to destroy heaven and earth. Everything passed through the other party’s indifferent eyes, like the most insignificant cloud, without the slightest pity.
   The other party will eventually rule the Demon Realm, setting off a catastrophe that destroys the world, causing chaos in the world.
   The old man struggled to wake up, and didn’t want to step into the eternal darkness of eternal sleep, but in the end he could only wake up and sink…
   … In order to prevent this catastrophe, he released three incarnations before he fell into a coma. The three avatars represent three actions and are his last hope for self-salvation…
   Even now that Ye Qing is standing in front of him, his attitude is still cautious, he dare not say everything, he hopes that the other party can figure it out…
   If Ye Qing knew that the reason why Heavenly Dao destroyed the world was boredom, he would be shocked! Why be boring! Is it because mobile phones are not fun, games are not fun, or novels are not good-looking! If it doesn’t work, I suggest finding a class for yourself!
   Ye Qing asked where it was.
   “This is the end of the world – Guixu.” The old man laughed at Yanyan, and replied with words Ye Qing couldn’t understand.
   What end of the world? Good secondary school vocabulary.
   This outrageous thought flashed through Ye Qing’s mind.
   “Then grandpa, why am I here?” Ye Qing was even more confused, he still remembered that he was still on the way to escape from the devil’s lair last moment, he seriously doubted whether he was dreaming.
   Ye Qing stretched out a piece of Bai Shengsheng’s arm, hesitating where to strike, but after hesitating for two seconds, he was finally reluctant to pinch himself.
   It hurts!
   “You have passed all the tests I set in the Mysterious Spirit Realm. You have proved yourself, and I will reward you…”
   The mystery of the mysterious spirit was born out of nowhere, and the monks of the immortal sect Daozhou put in many disciples in order to select the son of the savior who was born in August. Of course, all of this is a cover set up by him. When he pats the ground, earth dragons will appear in the spiritual veins of mountains and rivers.
   Compared to Qin Xun who was chasing after the magic weapon with a brazen face, the child in front of him was born by chance and God took the initiative to chase and feed him.
   Ye Qing took a deep breath, why didn’t he know what kind of test it was! He has been going smoothly all the way, and has not encountered any difficulties and obstacles!
   This is really a dream. There is basically no logic in things like dreams.
   When he was a milk doll, he used to have frequent dreams in which he played role-playing games. Above the mighty clouds, there is a thunder spirit messenger who calls the wind and rain, drives thunder and lightning, ignores the region and space, and exclusively smashes scumbags.
   Now is he really dreaming again?
   “My dear boy, I want to give you a reward.” Surrounded by golden light, the old man stretched out his hand to gently stroke Ye Qing’s head.
   As if to say, good boy, watch grandpa give you explosive equipment.
   “…” The good boy looked dazed, and then he was flattered and confused. In his previous life, when he wanted to receive a gift during the festival, he had to secretly watch the faces of the elders in the family. The elders had to decline repeatedly before he could accept the gift pretendingly. Now that there is no one around him, Ye Qing decided to save himself this red tape!
   Besides, “the gift from the elders is irresistible”!
   Ye Qing stretched out his hand obediently, pursed his mouth slightly, revealing a bit of eager joy, a golden light fell on his palm.
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