"Senior, what exactly do you want to tell me?"
After thinking about it for a while, Chu Mo found it useless, so he considered it for a while and then started asking.
only.
He didn't know if the person on the other end couldn't hear him, or if they simply didn't respond. They just kept talking to themselves, "Wrong is wrong, crooked is crooked. No matter how far you go or how much you do, you're just going further and further down the wrong path, and you'll end up in the same boat."
After the old man finished speaking, he suddenly sneered.
Then he no longer paid attention to Chu Mo, but lowered his head and threw the scrolls of scriptures in his hand into the fire.
As the scriptures burned.
You can see countless rays of light bursting out from the flames, interweaving into brilliant light, and indescribable streams of light falling, transforming into countless strange visions.
There was a heroic child riding on a wind-fire wheel, wearing a red silk and holding a red tasseled spear. He pierced the void, and then seemed to have encountered some kind of catastrophe. His body was covered in blood, and he turned into a lotus root and burned in the void. His face showed pain, and he seemed to want to say something, but no matter how he opened and closed his lips, no words came out.
But through the lip movements, Chu Mo could still vaguely tell what the other party wanted to say.
"Fight the sky! Fight the sky! Fight the sky!"
There was a handsome general in silver armor, holding a three-pointed, two-edged spear, with a vertical pupil between his eyebrows shining with divine light, piercing through the eternal void, with great power, but soon his body was broken, tears of blood flowed from his eyebrows, and his divine light dimmed.
If you look closely, you can see a hole in the vertical pupil between the eyebrows, as if it was penetrated by some existence.
now.
He was already at the end of his rope, but his expression remained unchanged. He simply allowed his body to gradually dissipate, and finally completely turned into light and dissipated in the flames.
And just when it was about to be completely annihilated, a mighty and fierce dog came running, licked the palm of the handsome general, and then calmly went to its death with a silent cry.
There is also the thin Taoist priest, wearing Taoist robes, with a three-foot beard under his chin, and his manners are elegant and calm, as if he has mastered the Quanzhen Taoism. With an open cuff of his sleeve, he can contain the heaven, earth, sun and moon, and make the universe turn upside down and the sun and moon move in opposite directions.
But the next moment, his clothes were torn, and a book behind him that carried the power of the earth dimmed and tore into pieces.
The old man threw the scrolls of scriptures into the fire and burned them.
All the immortals and gods were annihilated in the flames.
The graceful female fairy, wearing a phoenix crown and a red robe, is majestic and powerful.
The Taoist wearing a crown behaved calmly and faced death calmly.
at last.
Several Buddhas also passed away with their palms folded together. The Buddhist kingdoms behind them collapsed completely and fell into darkness, never to be reborn and see the light again. Countless creatures wailed and cried, and eventually lost their voices.
Nezha, the great god of the Three Altars and Sea Assembly!
Yang Jian, the True Lord of Qingyuan Miaodao!
Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of earthly immortals!
Queen Mother of the West of Yaochi!
Western Buddha!
One by one, the immortals and gods collapsed one after another. All traces, legends and powers were burned in the flames of civilization and completely obliterated in history.
"Burn, burn...burn everything!"
"The immortal way is rolling, the divine way is vast, everything is burned to ashes!"
"The Great Dao has collapsed, the Immortal Path no longer exists, and we are all born wrong. Under such circumstances, no matter how brilliant and talented we are, no matter how gifted we are, how can we resist the calamity?"
The old man's murmured voice came.
His face became strange, as if he was crazy, but also as if he was lamenting.
Countless volumes of scriptures fell into the fire, making the flame of civilization even brighter. Countless immortals and gods were thrown into the flames and became firewood.
finally.
There were only a few scriptures left by the old man's side.
The light they emitted was more dazzling, and the background they contained was more profound. Even when Chu Mo looked at them, he felt a sting and found it difficult to look directly at them.
boom!
As the two volumes of scriptures fell into the fire, a figure appeared.
There were two Buddhas, with prayer flags appearing behind them and eight-treasure golden lotuses at their sides. They were able to enlighten and enlighten the world and possessed immeasurable power, but they were gradually submerged by the flames.
More scriptures were spoken.
They are three Taoists.
A man with white hair and beard riding a green bull upside down walked into the flames calmly and died calmly.
One of them had an aloof and arrogant look, and his appearance was majestic and majestic. Even though he was unwilling, he had no choice. Although he was defeated, he still remained proud and died in the fire.
The last one pierced the sky with a green sword, showing his killing power to the fullest. In the end, he died of exhaustion in the world, and turned into countless scattered lights.
…
The last of all.
He is an extremely majestic emperor.
He sat upright on the Lingxiao throne. The hall was empty except for one person sitting high up on it. He felt so lonely and desolate, and his expression was full of compassion.
Above his head, countless black and dead airs were entwined, and he was shrouded in a disaster that others could not imagine.
It was unknown how long this emperor had endured, nor how terrible the disaster he had endured was. In the end, he could no longer hold on, his body collapsed, and he disappeared.
And with his fall.
The throne collapsed and the hall was reduced to ruins.
Looking further away, one can see that the vast heaven has completely collapsed, and the former scenes of peace and prosperity are no longer there.
Even the vaster Three Realms and Six Paths, all matter and concepts, collapsed.
This is the end of civilization.
They were born in the heart of the Zerg and were buried in the heart of the Zerg.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
The flame was still burning, but without the addition of firewood, it began to dim and it seemed that it would go out soon.
Watching the flames gradually die out, the old man was silent for a long time. Suddenly, he raised his head, and his deep and sad gaze penetrated infinite space and time, and fell on Chu Mo again.
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