The universe is very big.

It's really big.

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as vast and boundless. There are countless stars and they cannot be counted no matter what.

Even though the three of them had just crushed tens of thousands of stars and collapsed a space of billions of miles, the remaining stars in the universe were still uncountable.

The starlight turned into a sword light, which hovered into a cage and turned into a vast array, trapping Yang Jian firmly in it.

"He succeeded."

Yang Jian looked at the place where Zi Fei disappeared, with regret in his eyes. He was in a daze for a moment, and then said.

Of course, he was not regretting that he would be trapped here and unable to leave in the next three to five years, he was regretting that Zifei died.

I have never seen such a stunning and beautiful person in the ten directions, but he died today and in front of his own eyes.

He suddenly became a little angry. If he could even go back to the ancient times and tear the person who damaged the origin of the immortal world into pieces. If that hadn't happened, all this would have happened.

He sat between the universe casually and sighed for a third sigh.

Fuxi looked at this scene with a bitter and distracted look.

"Yes, he succeeded. We couldn't kill you, but the result was no different from killing you."

Yang Jian turned his head and looked at him seriously and asked, "Is it worth it?"

Just to prevent him from participating in the war between the two worlds, he paid the life of such a stunning and beautiful person like Zifei.

“Not worth it.”

Unexpectedly, Fuxi's answer was completely different from Zifei.

He lay between the universe, his eyes lost, and said, "It's not worth it, but he has to do it because we have no choice."

Yang Jian looked at him and understood the idea, but still shook his head.

Fuxi said: "The two worlds have been in opposition for many years and are destined to be unable to live in peace. In such a situation, any hesitation and hesitation may cause the danger of overturning, which is unacceptable to both sides."

"So, there is never a decision in this world that can make you choose as you wish. In this life, people always keep affecting their decisions due to various other factors."

"It has never been like this, it should have been like this, it should not have been like this, it has never been like this."

"Life is helpless because of helplessness, but at the same time, it is wonderful because of helplessness."

His eyes were dull, and the transparency of his body flashed constantly accelerated, and he finally retreated.

The bright yellow brocade robe on his body returned to golden color, and he was seriously injured until now. Seeing Zifei temporarily solved the big trouble of Yang Jian, Fuxi finally couldn't hold on and was pulled back to the long river of time.

Wang Chen's consciousness began to occupy his body again. The previous battles were always dominated by Fuxi, but his consciousness did not disappear. Instead, he was hidden from beginning to end, just like a bystander watching what happened during this period.

Of course, I could also see the scene just now.

The terrifying injuries on his body recovered a little, and Wang Chen struggled to get up, his eyes full of coldness.

Being outside the world, Wang Chen cannot control his destiny and cannot achieve the effect of following the words and Dharma.

The spirits of all worlds were destroyed, and fragments were scattered between the vast universe.

Wang Chen's face was cold, and a trace of mysterious yellow aura condensed from his palm, leading countless broken pieces of spirits from all worlds to gather in his palm like a storm.

Finally recovered as before.

He forcibly suppressed the injuries in his body, and a wave of anger and murderous intent that had never been exaggerated rose in his heart.

He was the reincarnation of the Human Emperor, but he was not the Fuxi he used to be.

This life is dominated by Wang Chen's personality.

Domineering, cold, arrogant.

Yang Jian glanced at him and said lightly: "If you don't want to die here, it's better to turn around and go back."

Wang Chen didn't say anything, but the aura of the human emperor in his eyes became extremely strong, and the spirits of all worlds in his palm also began to tremble.

Yang Jian was not moved.

The star-bright sword light around suddenly moved, as if he felt Wang Chen's breath and began to fluctuate.

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze.

The surging aura in Wang Chen's body condensed back. The formation set up by Zi Fei trapped Yang Jian and also blocked him outside.

He couldn't get in, and Yang Jian couldn't get out.

"Three years later, when you leave from here, the only thing you can see is the fairy world where no one has survived."

Wang Chen raised his hand and put away the sword that Zi Feiyi fell into the universe, and then turned around and left here.

Yang Jian was still closing his eyes to rest, and his injuries were also very serious.

Three years is not long, but it is enough to change many things now.

He closed his eyes and frowned.

......

There is no wind in the universe, and even if there is, it cannot blow to the human world.

There is no way to get from Tingxue Tower to Huaiyu Pass directly. You need to go to Qingshan first and use Qingshan Sword Sect as a springboard so that you can reach Huaiyu Pass.

Even though Xiong Pang is very fast, he goes all out and takes ten days to travel from Tingxue Tower to Qingshan.

It's exactly the tenth day now.

The group had already arrived at the foot of Qingshan. In order to show respect, everyone stopped flying, but turned to the ground to walk.

The snow on the ground is thin and invisible. In addition to occasionally seeing the remaining white snow in the shade where there is no sunlight all year round, the road has been completely evaporated.

It is almost late autumn now, but it is not winter after all.

There is not a low enough temperature to maintain the silver cover on this earth.

After the dean passed away, the strange phenomena that came from the induction of the heavenly way would be lost.

The three of them walked at the foot of the mountain, and Li Xiu spoke less and less.

He hadn't said much in the past ten days. His face looked as calm as ever from the outside, but neither Chen Zhimo nor the young monk Bujie could keenly detect the anxiety hidden under the calm face.

"It's still early now. You don't have to stay in Qingshan today. You can go directly to Huaiyu Pass."

Chen Zhimo glanced at Li Xiu and said.

Li Xiu nodded, but Yu Guang saw a change in a tree not far away.

The dry trunks turned out to be revitalized, and the trees were full of green.

The withered grass on the ground also broke through the soil again.

He frowned slightly, a little confused.

It is late autumn, and it is the time when all things wither. Trees, flowers and herbs should have faded and died, but now they are igniting vitality?

Countless flowers bloom under your feet.

Countless green leaves sway in the wind, and the mountain wind blows in the mountains and forests, causing the branches to collide and shake, making a very pleasant sound.

Li Xiu looked back.

Wherever you see, the whole world is full of vitality at this moment. It is clearly late autumn, but it is like spring.

The little monk Bujie closed his eyes.

Chen Zhimo could no longer stand, and he held the tree trunk with one hand and breathed in big mouths.

Li Xiu looked up at the sky, his pale face looked so dazzling at this moment, and a helpless look flashed in his calm eyes.

He opened his mouth, his heart contracted and twitched rapidly.

"No."

He squatted slowly on the ground, breathing hard, and felt dizzy in his brain, and the world turned around.

"Don't die, I beg you."

He pressed his head to the ground, his face full of panic, and tears fell on the flowers and plants.

The way of heaven is touched, and all living things bring down strange phenomena in the entire human world.

He knows.

Zifei is dead.

......

I like Zifei very much, and I like it without any concealment. From Xiaonanqiao to Taoshan, he always does the most dangerous things here. To me, he is a person with a protagonist's aura than the protagonist, and he is a person who is more like the protagonist than the protagonist. I can't accept this ending, but I can't change it either.

Books are life, countless people are intertwined, and their subsequent development has long been a foregone conclusion. They are not something I can change as long as I want. The picture sketches outlined by countless strokes are like that.

I was unwilling to give up, but I could only accept it.
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