In the previous moment, Zhang Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief, with a relaxed look on his face. But the next moment, he saw the Taoist's palm slowly disintegrating, and the smile on his face froze in an instant and disappeared completely.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood up suddenly, his face pale: "Wuhuo?!"

All the creatures in the six realms were a little surprised to find that the enemy before them had lost its immortality and began to slowly dissipate. They looked in the direction where the flesh and blood turned into powder and disappeared, and saw the scene where the Great Dao appeared.

Seeing the Great Emperor Zhenwu gradually disappearing and disintegrating in the scene, everyone fell silent.

The Great Emperor Zhenwu...

Is this going to be the end of Tao?

To save the world...

A complex sadness suddenly arose in their hearts.

Heaven and earth mourn together.

The only one who can cut off the final calamity and enter this world is the one with the sword of Yu Zun's soul. The Taoist's sleeves fluttered, and looking back, it seemed that he had crossed layers of space and saw the girl standing in front of Beidi Palace. Seeing the pain in the latter's eyes, Qi Wuhuo felt sorry in his eyes and swept his sleeves.

boom!!!

The rift between the six realms and outside of the realms slowly closed up, and the empty, deep, and endlessly terrifying scene disappeared. In the eyes of the common people, the Great Emperor Zhenwu, together with the final gods and demons, returned to the original chaos.

There was dead silence all around.

Yang Jian clenched the magic weapon in his hand, unable to believe it: "Emperor..."

The old ox staggered and stared blankly at the scene in the sky, with panic in his eyes. He was always calm and had never thought that the person who was least likely to die in this final disaster would die. His lips trembled and he murmured, "No, it's impossible, Wuhuo, Wuhuo can't die."

"It's impossible for him to be dead. He has gotten through so many things before!"

"How could he be dead?! He's not dead, right?!"

"It's impossible to die!"

"Master Sanqing is still here, how could he die?! That big guy, he said he was the god of creation, Wuhuo can beat him, right? How could he die?!"

The old ox seemed to be seeking some kind of recognition, roaring angrily. He reached out and grabbed Yang Jian next to him. Using both hands, he pulled Yang Jian and shook him hard, as if trying to get recognition from him. Yang Jian looked sad and let the old ox do so without any rebuttal or resistance.

Finally, the old ox seemed to calm down gradually. He opened his mouth, closed his eyes, and thought of the things that happened to the young Taoist priest before. An extremely painful look appeared on his face. He staggered and almost sat down backwards. The palm that was able to push away the mountain seemed to have lost its strength and slowly slid down.

Choking with sobs, he said, "Impossible, impossible..."

"How is it possible..."

The depressed old ox suddenly realized something.

The person who was most shocked by what happened just now suddenly changed his expression and said, "Not good!!!"

The old ox turned around and ran away like crazy: "Yun Qin!!!"

In front of Beidi Palace.

Those old friends still had great sadness on their faces, but at this moment they were even more worried. Looking at the girl over there, Yunqin's face did not even show grief immediately. Instead, there seemed to be more of a sense of confusion, as if she had not yet reacted.

Yun Zhiyi suppressed the pain in his heart and called out carefully: "Qin'er...you...you..."

"I……?"

"I'm fine, Dad, Mom."

The girl talked quietly to herself, looking at the sky, her black hair hanging down, but her aura made Yun Zhiyi and Zhinu not know what to say. They could only look at her with great worry. The picture and cracks in the sky disappeared, the sky-covering flag turned into a stream of light and disappeared, removing the remaining heat death in the sky, and the sky seemed to be the same as before.

There is no rift, no sudden arrival of gods and demons, and no final catastrophe.

There was no Qi Wuhuo who died in the battle.

It was as peaceful as the days in the past when I secretly skipped the teacher's class, ran to lie beside the sea of ​​blood, stepped on the water with my feet, and stared at every rise and fall of the clouds with wide eyes.

The calmer she was, the more worried people around her became.

In this depressing and silent atmosphere, the sound of a sword suddenly seemed to be heard.

Old Qingniu raised his head and saw the place where the crack in the sky disappeared. A ray of sword light spun and fell. It seemed to be a coincidence, but also seemed to be destined. The sword fell in front of Beidi Palace and was inserted upside down in front of Yunqin. The sword body was slender and sharp, with cloud patterns on it. It was the Zhenwu Sword.

Was it because when he was performing the feint just now that he was knocked away by the ancient god and ended up here?

The rest of the people could only watch as the girl with black hair, white clothes and blood-stained battle robe walked step by step to the Zhenwu sword that fell here. At first she could still walk calmly, but later she quickened her pace, and not only that, she also staggered.

Clang——

The sword in Yunqin's hand fell to the ground, whistling and buzzing. She slowly squatted down, stretched out her bloody palm, and stroked the Zhenwu Sword. The sword body hummed, as if responding. Yunqin raised her head and looked at her parents with worried faces, and said, "Dad, Mom."

"No doubt he has escaped this catastrophe again."

"Just like the old days."

The expression on her face was gentle and kind, and she seemed to be smiling slightly, and she whispered: "But why didn't he come back...?"

"Why?"

The hand that was stroking the sword was trembling.

Yun Zhiyi and Zhinu were familiar with their daughter and their expressions suddenly changed.

Yun Qin seemed to want to say something, but when she opened her mouth she spat out a mouthful of blood and fell forward, with the blood falling onto the Zhenwu sword.

The sound of the Zhenwu Sword was fierce, but it gradually faded and disappeared.

It stopped making any sound and fell to one side.

The expressions of the others suddenly changed, and they said, "Yun Qin!!!"

…

Three months later.

The final battle has ended, but it seems like it has never ended. It is said to have ended, but the Great Demon Emperor Zhenwu died together with the great god and demon who created the world, saving the six realms from complete destruction. He embarked on this battle without hesitation, he resolved the disaster, but he never returned.

The reason why it is said that it has never ended is that although the final calamity has been cut off, the influence before the final calamity has not been eliminated. The remaining heat calamity and cold calamity are still there. These forces that appeared before the final calamity began have not been wiped out because the ancient god was killed. They still remain in this world.

It is still flowing freely and influencing the world, but it is not as terrifying as before, and it is not rising so unlimitedly.

There are ten huge suns in the sky, and a lot of cold air is rising in the Xuanming Sea.

Even the three thousand gods and demons were not completely dead. They were stripped of the immortality passed down from the most ancient gods and demons at the end of the catastrophe, and could be strangled completely. However, not all of them were killed immediately. Some of them were cunning and escaped into various wildernesses.

He fled into the poor mountains and bad waters and became the king of the mountains.

The source of the final calamity was cut off, just like the source of a water source was broken, it just stopped worsening, but the subsequent impact of this final calamity still existed. The Jade Emperor fell seriously ill, and forced his spirit to get up and convened the Lingxiao Dharma Assembly, wanting to eliminate the influence of the remaining gods and demons.

In the East China Sea——

Ao Zang showed his might in this battle and became famous. All forces could not help but respect this ancient blue dragon. One day, Ao Guang received the decree and did not dare to neglect it. He went to report and said, "Ancestor, the Jade Emperor's decree has arrived."

Ao Zang was in human form at the moment, playing chess alone. His dragon horn was broken, and he was wearing a black robe. His aura was deep and peaceful. He did not raise his head when he heard the words, but just played chess calmly and said:

"I've heard it a long time ago. Stop yelling at me."

"Tell me, what did the Jade Emperor say?"

Ao Guang handed over the Jade Emperor's decree, but seeing that Ao Zang didn't seem to have any intention of accepting it, he had to take the decree back with a little embarrassment, unfolded it and read it, and said: "The Jade Emperor convened a Dharma Assembly for the Six Realms, inviting the Dragon Clan, the Human Clan, and the Buddha Kingdom to ascend to heaven together to discuss how to deal with the remaining innate gods and demons."

Ao Zang frowned slightly.

He knew that those gods and demons had fled to various places and mixed in with various races. It was not easy to find and kill them. Moreover, the environment of the six realms had deteriorated greatly. The gods were also worried about how to solve this problem. After a pause, they said:

"The Jade Emperor's behavior this time has some of the reputation and momentum of the Great Celestial Lord. You can go ahead."

Ao Guang was startled and asked, "Grandfather, aren't you going?"

"What am I going to do?"

Ao Zang replied unhappily, then paused, sighed, and said softly: "...I'm going to Zhenwu Palace to give my greetings to the Great Emperor Zhentian..." Ao Guang stopped talking. He knew that when the Great Emperor Zhentian was young, he had had some contact with his ancestor, and they were close friends regardless of age difference.

Now, the Great Emperor Zhentian fought hard against the final calamity and finally defeated it. Although the current calamity is severe, it is not as terrifying as the final calamity. There is always a glimmer of hope. However, the Great Emperor Zhentian has never returned. The ancestor has seen many old friends die, but this time it seems that he was particularly touched.

Ao Guang bowed again and left.

Ao Zang looked at the chessboard for a long time, then sighed and decided not to play any more. He threw down the chess piece in his hand, letting it make a crisp sound on the chessboard. After spinning a few times, he sighed and said, "It's meaningless. Forget it, forget it. I won't play any more!"

He looked at the chessboard, and in a trance he seemed to see the young Taoist who was playing against him make a move, then stretch out his hand and invite him to continue with a smile. But when Ao Zang gathered his attention again, he could see nothing. There was only the light of the gem, the colorful coral trees and the empty seats in front of him.

"After you leave, no one will be qualified to play chess with me."

Ao Zang sighed.

The young man wielding a sword came from the country of monsters, and his high-spirited look seemed like just yesterday.

Now it has fallen...

How can it not make people sad and melancholy?

Old friends come and go, it's always like this, but I'm afraid the one who feels the most pain is his wife... They were childhood sweethearts, and now that man has died in battle, I'm afraid the child is the one who can't accept it the most...

Queen Wa and Queen Hou Tu Huang Di Ji seemed to be going to visit.

Ao Zang sighed and decided to go with the two ladies to visit.

Ao Guang and other dragons had already taken off into the sky and left the sea. However, when he was rising over the East China Sea, he noticed that there was a new mountain in the sea above his own Dragon Palace. After identifying it, he found that it seemed to be the fragments of the world that fell during the previous battle. However, he did not take it seriously.

Some dragons shook their scales and armor to let go of the majestic aura.

These are the innate gods and demons. After losing their immortality, they all followed the rivers and came to the East China Sea. They planned to find an opportunity to seal them all into the Guixu. A dragon clan member worriedly asked, "Your Majesty, will these innate gods and demons have any impact on us?"

Ao Guang said: "No."

"Let's not talk about these things themselves."

"The immortality of these innate gods and demons was destroyed by the hands of the Great Emperor Zhentian. Unless there is a creature that is closely related to the Great Emperor Zhentian, or is in a state like an egg, with an innate hollow primordial state, neither alive nor dead, it is absolutely impossible to absorb these things."

Then all the dragons felt relieved and let out a few long chants before following the Dragon King of the East China Sea to the Lingxiao Palace. However, under the fairy mountain that suddenly appeared on the sea, a huge rock was floating up and down.

This stone seems strange, with a square and round shape and 360 acupoints on its body.

It sank into the pure innate qi after the innate gods and demons were broken up. It seemed to be breathing, seemed to be communicating with spirits, and three hundred and sixty acupoints slowly lit up.

There seems to be something connected to this stone body——

Supernatural powers that can swallow the sky and the earth.

At a silent but extremely terrifying speed, it continuously devoured the infinite innate divine and demonic energy!

Still waters run deep. Such a change was huge yet subtle, and no one noticed. Under the influence of this huge and boundless Qi, a trace of life appeared in this boulder.

The speed of absorbing the innate qi is getting faster and faster!

Vitality is constantly improving.

…

All the people in the six realms are struggling to survive under the influence of this final calamity, and are dealing with it in their own ways. The final calamity is not the final calamity of a single emperor, but a calamity for all the people. It is not possible to directly erase all the previous influences by killing the gods and demons.

At the same time, they were also missing the great emperor standing in the front.

They used stone, clay and wood to carve the figure wearing a black robe and a jade crown, holding a sword in one hand.

Or you can raise your head and look at the sky, thinking that the emperor is "sleeping" in the heaven beyond the sky. People on earth miss him, so they may not feel lonely and it can provide some comfort to their memories.

And in the heaven beyond the heaven, all the innate gods and demons outside this realm have died in the final battle. It is deep and dark, yet there is a sense of quietness. It is no longer as terrifying as before. The huge ancient god who bears the responsibility of creating the world lies there, with a sword light between his eyebrows.

Although he was beheaded, he still had a chance of survival.

The ancient god's body was slowly spreading, within the small space illuminated by the sword light.

Two figures sat opposite each other.

The ancient god who created the world was furious, and the Taoist in black robe sat cross-legged.

Sit opposite each other and exist!

Around the two figures who seemed to be discussing the Dao, the figures of the Three Pure Ones were still there. The ancient god who created the world was looking at the Taoist in front of him. The two streams of energy were flowing and changing between them, and it seemed that they were indistinguishable from each other. Therefore, the ancient god had boundless murderous intent and his face was distorted:

"Jinzhou——"

"Qi! Wu! Huo!"