The words of Jade Qilin on the mountain were whispering, and endless memories flooded into my mind.

"Why? Why did we become like this? We no longer look like we were back then?" Yu Qilin murmured, and a sense of sadness surged in his heart.

After not getting a response for a long time, Yu Qilin came to his senses from the beauty of "If life is just like the first meeting", turned to look at Yang Sanyang who closed his eyes and kept silent, then picked up the jade cup and took a sip of tea: "I said, Dogmanzi, when will you die? Auntie, I have been waiting for you for three thousand years! If you don't die, Auntie, my tea will be cold."

"Gulu~" Yu Qilin picked up the teacup and slowly swallowed it into her stomach. "When will you die? Give me a good word!" Yu Qilin said impatiently.

"Don't shout! He...he is dead!" Bai Ze's low words mixed with sobs and tears, slowly ringing in the mountain breeze.

"Bang~" Yuzhang fell to the ground and fell into pieces, splashing in all directions. Yu Qilin stood up in shock, turned around and looked at Yang Sanyang: "Die? Really dead?"

Yu Qilin staggered, feeling his weak legs were weak, so he rushed forward and fell in front of Yang Sanyang. He trembled and stretched out his fingers, placed them on Yang Sanyang's nose, and then moved his jade fingers to his heart.

"It's really dead!" Yu Qilin was stunned, tears kept spinning in his eyes.

"Haha, your person did not belong to me during your lifetime, but after death, your body finally belonged to me only! I only belonged to me!" Yu Qilin suddenly turned into a hurricane, rolled up Yang Sanyang's body, and disappeared into Qingming.

Bai Ze was stunned and stunned. His eyes were staring at the cushion that Yang Sanyang had sat on. After a long time of speech, he felt as if he had lost three souls and seven spirits.

He did not stop Yu Qilin's actions.

Suddenly a tragic wind blows by in the Great Thousand World, and a strange wind is rolled up in the Great Thousand World. After the strange wind disappears, Bai Ze loses his trace and completely disappears in the Great Thousand World.

Yang Sanyang fell, and there was no strange phenomenon. Those who were waiting for it were still looking at the long river of fate, waiting for the strange phenomenon to come.

What does death feel like? Yang Sanyang knows! Not only does he know, but he has also died once. But what does death of the Daluo God feel like? It was his first time to feel it. In the dark, the five declines of heaven and man finally reached its final period. Yang Sanyang only felt his qi stagnation, and then quietly, the innate immortal spiritual light twisted the void and floated in the vast void.

In this way, Yang Sanyang seemed to be dreaming and woke up, and in the dark, he kept floating in the void. Between the heaven and earth, a mysterious aura continued to rise. Yang Sanyang felt that a thought was pulled in the void, and his innate indestructible spiritual light actually followed the void and headed towards the void.

I don’t know how long it took to fly, but suddenly my heart moved, and an inexplicable thought arose in my heart: “How strange! Am I dead? Then why did the holy Taoism and Dharma still never escape from their bodies and become saints independently?”

Yang Sanyang's thoughts kept flowing, but he was shocked. The next moment, the holy Dharma-like appearance was possessed, and Amitabha Dharma-like appearance came into the realm of self-calming, and merged with his immortal spiritual light.

In the eyes of the saint, the heaven, earth, and the universe are no longer the same. In the midst of nothingness, an unpredictable aura burst out, and a mysterious summoning came to himself, leading his innate spiritual light and heading towards the darkness. At this time, a thought rose from Amitabha's body and came into Yang Sanyang's heart: "We all saints have finally found a glimmer of vitality for you. You must seize this opportunity. If it can be accomplished, you will be able to return to the sun, break the fixed number and resurrect again. If it fails, you will completely erase from the heaven and earth."

Yang Sanyang's heart moved, and he followed the darkness silently, and lotus grew step by step under his feet and turned into nothingness. In the vast void, there was only a figure slowly walking alone between heaven and earth, walking slowly.

There is no place to cultivate the void, and there is no vitality.

"This is the boundary between life and death. All sentient beings in the vast world have life and death! However, all sentient beings are determined by heaven!" A thought arose in the dark in his heart.

"The way of heaven manages the order of the great wilderness. The way of authenticity manages the great wilderness to breed nature. The life, death and life span of sentient beings!" A voice sounded in nothingness.

"If the world has not evolved today, the way of life and death has not yet been opened, the land of the underworld is still in chaos. Therefore, after the death of the living beings in the wilderness, the true spirit may return to the void, or fall into the sea of ​​blood forever and will not be reborn or liberated, all because the way of life and death has not been opened. The saints forcibly defied the secrets of heaven and usurped the secrets of the underworld, opening up the chaos of the underworld, allowing me to enter the underworld, which is still in fertile, and find the foundation of life and death! Find that glimmer of life!" Yang Sanyang's mind was in his mind, and in an instant, countless causes and effects flashed through his mind. With the help of Amitabha's wisdom, he actually collected everything in his heart.

"There is yin and yang in the world, and the heavenly way has yin and yang. The heavenly way is yang, and the earthly way is yin. The heavenly court is fertilized from the heavenly way, and the underworld is fertilized from the earthly palace. The underworld is the yin courtyard corresponding to the heavenly court! It is the core creation of the underworld!"

"Heaven, Yinting! Or the Underworld!" Yang Sanyang's heart moved, and a solemn expression appeared in his eyes.

Lotus grew step by step under Yang Sanyang's feet, and the void was constantly twisting under his feet. There was no law flowing in the boundary between life and death. Only the origin of the holy Tao, Hunyuan Dao Fruit, can survive at this intersection of life and death. Yang Sanyang's lotus grew step by step, and he didn't know how long he had walked, but suddenly the void in front of him shook, and he felt that his family had jumped from a barrier to the void into Wuken chaos. The infinite chaos aura rolled up and wrapped it in an instant.

"How strange, the chaos in front of you seems to be a little different! It seems a bit different from the chaos in the vast world!" Yang Sanyang's thoughts flowed.

Gong Kunpeng, the demon master of the Yang world, looked at the bleak and gloomy wind blew between the sky and the earth, and his pupils shrank. The black wind blew up, making the whole world dim, flying sand, rocks and rocks collapsed, and countless big trees were uprooted.

"How strange, according to the Demon Ancestor's calculation, the fall of the dog barbarian should have been in recent years. Why hasn't he died yet?" Kunpeng's eyes showed a ruthlessness: "Human race? I want to completely erase all your hard work! Turn all your traces into nothingness in the world."

"Wait! I'll kill this human race! I must kill them all!" Kunpeng's eyes showed a terrifying murderous intent: "It's wrong that your dog and barbarian are indiscriminately mixed up. The world and the universe are all from my top ten ferocious beasts."

"Old ancestor, Taotie and others are waiting for you to come in Buzhou Mountain in the lower realm!" A blurry shadow passed by in the void and penetrated into Kunpeng's feet.

"I'll go now!" Shen Ni Teresa drank a small wine crying slowly: "The human race's innate Taoist body is a big fat sheep! If the Taoist fruit dies, the human race will definitely be divided up, but I don't know how long it will last!"

Tian Hui looked at the strange wind in front of him and secretly calculated it, but he could not detect the source of the strange wind. His eyebrows couldn't help but gathered: "How strange, things are abnormal, it's a monster, why did the strange wind be hang up for no reason?" At this moment, the ten demon saints, all the star gods, and the ancestors of the major god dynasties were all silent, waiting for the arrival of the last moment.

Lingxiao Palace, Taiyi looked at the list in his hand and slowly relaxed his tight brows: "Half? Half is it, half is already good!"

At the foot of Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, everyone was waiting for Yang Sanyang to die. Suddenly, a black wind rose on the top of the mountain, and in an instant, it rolled down the vast world, blowing the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon were gone. Everyone in the field had a "kick" in their hearts, and the next moment, a bad thought suddenly poured into everyone's hearts.

"Senior Brother!" Wa jumped away, and fell on the top of the mountain with an ups and downs. Looking at the empty cave, she couldn't help but be stunned.

"Senior Brother!" Fuxi and others followed closely behind. When they rushed into the top of the mountain, they all looked confused when they looked at the empty cave.

"Where is Bai Ze? Bai Ze has been following his senior brother, why is Bai Ze missing?" Wa's eyes were full of disbelief. The ancestor of Fangcun Mountain frowned, staring at the void with his eyes tightly. After a while, he said, "How strange!"

In the vast East China Sea, Bai Ze, wearing a soap robe in the center of Heluo in the world, stood quietly by the sea with the blame.

"Haha, you and the beasts of the sea tribe dare to ruin the good things about my mount. If I, the master, don't take action, wouldn't it look very shameless!" Bai Ze's eyes were rosy, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and then he slowly relieved the blame on his back. However, in the black pot, a ball of green that was extremely green, like jade, slowly fluctuated in the black pot. Bai Ze sneered, urinated at the black pot, and then stirred the spoon from somewhere, in the emerald green paint, then picked up the spoon and scooped a spoon, looking at Wuken East China Sea, when he saw the Fusang tree in the center, his movements were a little slow, revealing a hint of hesitation.

"I can't care so much! It's important to avenge that kid! If I go on, the dragon clan will not expect the birth of the Daluo Golden Immortal in the future! Taiyi's child has the Tiangong Qi suppression, but it should be fine..." Bai Ze said as he was a little uncertain.

"No! Stop it!" Just as Bai Ze was hesitating in his heart, the sea suddenly rolled, and the Prime Minister Turtle in white clothes walked out of the East China Sea. He looked at the familiar black pot and the familiar green aura. Prime Minister Turtle was shocked. How could the dragon clan have been able to survive this spoon of bad luck? He couldn't help but shout, as if it was a bolt from the blue.

Bai Ze was originally guilty and hesitant. At this moment, the angry shout that was close to him was shocked to tremble. Then the next moment, the spoon in his hand shook, and the green juice fell into the water. Before the white-clothed Prime Minister could hide, he was already stained with the green liquid.
Chapter completed!