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Chapter six hundred and sixty-fifth, the decision of the Lord

A beautiful island is located on a white cloud, and there is a temple in the center of the island.

The gods who dominate the divine realm of the seven directions in the eternal divine realm gather here, each sitting on the divine position, and the atmosphere in the temple is particularly solemn.

Emperor Yangping tapped the handrail with his finger and said slowly: "You have also seen this good show of the abyss invasion. It was the decision made by Lord Joyce. Taking advantage of the loss of the abyss and the Endless Void, we took the opportunity to calm the two sides and destroy the Endless Void.

What do Lord Joyce wants to say now?”

The Lords of the Gods all looked at Joyce.

Joyce said solemnly: "Reality was beyond my expectations. Who is the woman who appeared in the abyss? Who knows it?"

All the Lords of God were silent.

After a while, Emperor Xinglan said: "The Taoist Lord has been seriously injured, and now is the best time to kill the Taoist Lord."

Lord Joyce said decisively: "Absolutely not possible. You have already seen the battle between the Taoist lord and the female demon of the abyss. Their strength has exceeded the limit of the God King. Now that the Taoist lord has been killed, how can we resist the abyss female demon come again? How can we defend the endless void?"

Emperor Yangping said, "So the Taoist Lord must not die now. Even if the Endless Void is controlled by the Dao Sect, the Endless Void must not fall into the abyss."

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The rest of the people responded one after another.

Lord Reed said in a muffled voice: "Since you have decided, keep the status quo for the time being." His figure disappeared on the divine position in an instant.

The other gods also faded and disappeared one after another. The endless void must not fall into the abyss. This is everyone's consensus and the absolute will of the master.

...

In the world of the void, since Master left and An Qi prayed every day, most of the rest of the time he spent looking up at the sky, hoping for Master’s return.

A Taoist priest came over from a distance, bowed respectfully and said, "Senior sister, I have lunch. Today I have prepared your favorite dumplings."

Angel shook her head and said, "This is not my favorite food, it is the Master's favorite food."

The young Taoist priest stood up and said, "Master will definitely come back."

"Yeah!" Anqi nodded firmly.

Suddenly a bright light flashed in the sky, and a flying sword streaked between the heaven and earth, clanging into the courtyard of the Taoist temple, and a light of inspiration flashed on the flying sword.

An Qi was stunned, and a panic arose in her heart. She floated and took off and landed before the flying sword. She touched the hilt with her hands tremblingly, knelt on the ground, and shouted sadly: "Master~"

The other Taoist priests in the Taoist temple also flocked out. When they saw the fairy swords inserted on the ground, they all knelt down silently, prostrated themselves, and a sad atmosphere filled the entire Taoist temple.

Similar things happen in other worlds. The scriptures of salvation echo in all worlds, and there will be death when there is war. This is inevitable.

It took half a year for the endless void to calm again, and the gods returned to their own people.

In the cold winter, trees wither and snow covers the mountains.

The figure of the Burning Heaven Peacock appeared in front of the Sanqing Temple and rushed directly into the Sanqing Temple. The figure flashed in front of Qingxue and asked anxiously: "Lord of Tao, where is the Taoist lord?"

Qingxue said: "My master is still in seclusion to heal his wounds."

The Fentian Peacock glanced at the closed door of the hall, grabbed Qingxue's shoulder, and said expectantly: "Your Majesty the King is not dead yet, right? Tell me, is Your Majesty the King not dead yet?"

Meng Haoran ran in from outside, hugged the Fentian Peacock, pulled it away and said apologizing: "Master, don't blame the peacock, she is too anxious."

The Burning Peacock leaned against Meng Haoran, looking at Qingxue with anticipation.

Qingxue said: "My master told me before he went into seclusion that Mr. Ye Yu may really be alive."

The spirit of the Burning Peacock was shocked and murmured: "Living! Still alive!"

Qingxue nodded and said, "When Ye Yu was seriously injured, he had recovered the will of Mr. Ye Yu for a moment and wanted to pass on the message to my master, but the message was not fully transmitted."

A burst of ecstasy emerged in the heart of the Burning Peacock, and murmured: "I'm still alive, His Majesty the King is still alive." Two lines of tears passed through his cheeks.

He grabbed Meng Haoran's arm tightly, looked up at him and said, "Save her, we will rescue His Majesty the Majesty the Holy One."

Meng Haoran felt a little distressed. From knowing Fentian Peacock to now, he had never seen her look so helpless. He nodded and said, "Okay! I will definitely rescue His Majesty the Majesty." His hands holding Fentian Peacock tightened.

Qingxue warned: "You must not move around. My master has made arrangements for how to deal with the abyss."

Meng Haoran nodded.

...

In the Sanqing Hall, Li Ping'an sat cross-legged on the cushion, his thoughts were infinitely released in his mind, covering the entire endless void, and countless worlds shone like stars, reflecting in his heart.

Li Ping'an's mind wandered in the endless void, looking at the heavens and all worlds, but he still had no idea where the abyss was. Where is the abyss? Whether it is for Ye Yu or for the endless sentient beings, the abyss must be found.

After a lot of time, Li Ping'an, who was motionless like a stone sculpture, suddenly trembled, his closed eyes slowly opened, with unwilling regret in his eyes, and there was still no clue where the abyss was.

Li Ping'an stood up and bowed respectfully to the statue of the Sanqing Divine, then turned around and walked outside.

The gate of Sanqingguan opened with a creaking sound, and Li Ping'an walked out of the hall. The snow in the yard was covered in snow, and it was white.

Li Ping'an said for a long time: "It's snowing!"

Qingxue ran out of the back garden and shouted excitedly: "Master!"

He floated in front of Li Ping'an, subconsciously looked down at Li Ping'an's chest, and then he breathed a sigh of relief when the terrifying wound disappeared.

Li Ping'an asked: "Has something happened to the Three Realms during this period?"

Qingxue said: "The Peacock Layman Burning Heaven and the Layman Meng Haoran came here."

"Ask Ye Yu about it?"

Qingxue nodded and moved: "Yes! The relationship between the Peacock Man in the Fentian and Ye Yu is really good." He looked at Li Ping'an curiously and asked: "Master, are you planning to save Mr. Ye Yu?"

"Yes! But even I'm not sure if I can save her."

Qingxue nodded and said firmly: "I believe Master can do it."

Li Ping'an walked outside while squeaking snow, shouting, "Green Bull!"

Qingniu trotted over by the wall and stood in front of Li Ping'an.

Li Ping'an floated onto the green cow and said, "Let's go! Go to the human land of Nuwa's descendants."
Chapter completed!
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