At the end of the big ruins, the causal scroll is suspended in the core of the sea of ​​clouds.

Snow-white light wraps the bamboo slips.

Thousands of layers of tides, the tides surge.

Ning Yi stood on Kunyu's big back, and he slowly stretched out two fingers and pointed them on his eyebrows.

He promised Luo Changsheng that he would not only not take the Cause and Effect Book.

You also need to leave the "Fate Words" here.

For Ning Yi, this is actually not a simple decision... For the sword holder, the Heavenly Book is really too important.

So far, Ning Yi has only obtained the ancient scrolls collected by him by his life.

The causal scroll above the sea of ​​clouds burst out with a gentle tremor-

Ning Yi held a bright light in his palm.

That was the "lifeline" delivered to him by Mr. Xu Qingke before his death.

"Brother Luo, I'll leave it to you."

He looked at the exiled immortal seriously and raised his palm.

The bright light radiates in the sky.

In fact, Ning Yi and Luo Changsheng only met once before Daxu, but now they look at each other, it seems that they have known each other for a long time and have a heart-to-heart relationship with each other.

Some people do not need to meet again to know that they are a person they can trust and rely on.

The old man's head is as fresh as new as before, and Ning Yiluo's immortality is like this.

The exiled immortal stood silently opposite Ning Yi. He did not stretch out his hands, but put his hands in his sleeves.

He was silent for a while before speaking.

"Thank you, Ning Yi."

The reason I gave Ning Yi was only four words that were so simple that it could not be simpler.

"Unspeakable."

If you say these four words, I'm afraid no one will believe them?

But Ning Yixin was convinced.

And he acted so decisively.

Luo Changsheng did not be polite to Ning Yi. He slowly stretched out his hand, his palm facing down, and his five fingers were like carrying a lantern, covering the light that covered the life-word scroll... and the bright light and fire did not escape.

Ning Yi's eyes lit up.

The word "life" that has been refined by oneself will no longer recognize the master for the second time.

However, it shows a "love" for the breath of Luo Changsheng.

As expected, I did not misread the person. Lao Luo is a guy worthy of trust.

"Brother Ning, don't worry, I won't do anything to these two volumes of heavenly books... I just want them to be perfect." Luo Changsheng gently shook his sleeves and grabbed the bamboo slips in his palm. He turned around and looked at the sea of ​​clouds and said softly: "With the 'life scroll', the restrictions here can be more perfect. There is no need to worry about what tricks the two emperors have to attack the sea."

The sword holder has eight volumes, and the two complement each other.

Destiny and cause and effect are the "yin and yang fish" in the illusion.

Luo Changsheng attached a thread of his thought to the Qingjian, slowly blinked his fingers, and the word "life" scroll flew leisurely, hitting the end of the sea of ​​clouds, and embraced the causal scroll-

There was a "buzz" sound.

The green and white light collided with each other, and indeed did not burst out with a blazing burning or turbulence.

This is a pair of complementary ancient scrolls of heavenly books.

Ning Yi looked complicated, looking at the scene of the sea of ​​clouds rushing out at this moment—

Cause and effect and destiny achieve each other and complement each other. They all become perfect. The disordered karma is becoming orderly and begins to evolve more mysterious Taoist meanings... One ray of glow after another can spread farther and more powerfully.

Luo Changsheng pinched his sleeves and extinguished the cause and effect fire that ignited the Daxu.

The power after the two volumes of heavenly books is not one plus one equals two... This soft light, which is "much greater than two", quickly illuminates the ruins.

From then on, Daxu also had daylight.

Ning Yi had a complicated expression. He stood on Kunyu's back and watched this scene.

He recalled the scene when the harsh tide burned out, and Mr. Qingke entrusted himself with the letter of life.

And he has always been very clear.

I may be the sword holder... but I am definitely not the best owner of the "Fate Word Book".

In Xu Qingke's hands, a scroll of life-like words is enough to create a shocking "fire tide situation".

In contrast, in his own hands, the effect this book of heaven can play seems "very minimal".

At this moment.

Ning Yi finally understood.

Not every book of heaven is suitable for you. There may be a master in this world who is more in line with it than yourself. As the master, you must understand... the book of heaven that holds the sword is the meaning of existence.

Just like the "mountain" and "leave" you have collected.

Everything in the world cannot escape "dispersion".

There is gathering.

Naturally... there will be dispersion.

Ning Yi stood at the top of the sea of ​​clouds, silently looking at the end of the big ruins, staring at the scene of cause and effect and destiny embracing together, condensed the Yin and Yang Pisces, and the entire sea of ​​clouds was perfected.

Did my mother choose to disperse them all over the world because she saw through the meaning of the existence of the heavenly books?

Give out a long breath.

Ning Yi did not feel regretful because of "loss". On the contrary, he felt that at this moment, he seemed to have achieved "perfection".

After all, I am not the owner of the scrolls.

Two worlds, for countless years, the waves have washed away the sand. I wonder how many sword holders have borne with heavy responsibilities. Since there are already sword holders who have collected all the books of heaven, people like their mothers have appeared... It also means that the mission of the sword holders is not just as simple as collecting all the ancient books.

In the Shenhai, the White Bone Plain has a low frequency vibration.

Ning Yi could feel the emotions conveyed by other ancient scrolls in the Swordholder's Sea of ​​Divine...that emotion is called "comfort".

At the end of the sea of ​​clouds, Luo Changsheng's companionship is a place that is more suitable for these two volumes than himself.

The premonition reflected in my heart and the trembling white bone plain are telling myself.

Everything is against the "ultimate disaster".

The sky collapsed.

Sea water flows backward.

It's boundless.

The sword-holders, the heavenly books, gathered, dispersed, perfect, and broken, were all born and destroyed for this. After countless years, it was finally my turn.

"If there really is such a day..." Ning Yi pressed his hand silently on the snow. He raised his head and looked at the clear and pure dome. In a voice that only he could hear, he whispered to himself: "I will cut off all darkness and give this world a light."

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"Brother Ning, what are your plans next?"

"Refining the ancient scrolls and recovering from injuries."

The Kun fish slowly swam on the big ruins of the sea of ​​clouds. Perhaps because of the combination of the word "cause and the word "fate", the young baby "hadow" became in a very good mood. From time to time, he let out a bright and long roar, happily slapped the waves of the sea of ​​clouds with his tail fins.

"The Dragon Emperor Palace and Mustard Mountain both surround me outside the sea of ​​clouds, but it's a pity... they can't wait for me." Ning Yi looked into the distance and whispered: "After refining the 'Scroll of Empty', the power of the sword holder to open the door will be greatly enhanced. The barrier between the two worlds no longer exists for me."

This is why he wanted Luo Changsheng to go south with him.

Just open a door from the sea of ​​clouds in the northern desert to easily escape the pursuit of Baidi and Dragon Emperor.

"This process may take one to two weeks." Ning Yi pondered for a moment and said, "Brother Luo, are you really not going south with me?"

The exiled immortal shook his head slowly.

He sat on a pine fin that was raised by Kunyu. The wind and clouds passed by, his white robe was swaying, holding a peach wood wine pot in his hand, smiling, "Brother Ning... don't ask anymore. I'll stay in the sea of ​​clouds."

Ning Yi wanted to speak but stopped, so he didn't ask any more questions in the end.

He knew that no matter how much he asked, he would not get an answer.

The reason... is naturally "unspeakable."

"She...what are you going to do?"

The exiled immortal turned his head slightly and looked at Ning Yi's side.

On the small wooden table, a woman in red was drunk and drank like mud. She was lying on the table, her hair was scattered and her face was red. Ye Hongfu had excellent wine tastes. Even though she was drunk like this, she did not talk nonsense. She just slept like a stone sculpture without any movement.
To be continued...