Volume 1 If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Volume 6 Three Desolations Chapter 1278 Breaking Out of the Cocoon and Becoming a Butterfly!

!Outside the gap in the Three Wilderness Realms, the Nisheng Realm is the ninth of the eighty realms. !In the center of the Nisheng Realm, the starry sky is not dark, but has a faint red color. There are no stars in the starry sky, but they are floating. Countless blue threads.

These threads are all illusory, as if they do not exist, but their eternal suspension makes the starry sky here full of a dreamy feeling, which is completely different from the ordinary sky.

But similarly, if someone who has lived here for a long time goes to the outer starry sky for the first time, he will also feel that the outside world is different from his hometown.

At this moment, in the ninth realm, in this seemingly boundless starry sky, there are countless bubbles, some big and some small. In a bubble about ten thousand feet in size, two people are sitting cross-legged.

One is a middle-aged man, wearing a casual blue gown. His long hair is tied up and hovering above his head like a Taoist priest. This man's face is as white as jade and he looks gentle and elegant. He has a smile on his lips and holds a chess piece in his right hand. He was looking at the chessboard in front of him intently.

Opposite him was an old man in a white robe. The old man had a beard and looked at the middle-aged man who seemed to be deep in thought with a smile.

"In this chess, I made a wrong move before, one piece was wrong, and the whole board was wrong." After a while, the middle-aged man smiled slightly, put the chess pieces aside, raised his head with emotion, and looked at the old man.

"I am quite honored to have Emperor Yan Pei Chen admit his mistake." The old man said with a smile, his voice hoarse with the passage of time.

"The only mistake is that there has been no inheritance since the beginning of the world. The only eternal chessboard of Xuanjiu Nisheng, I don't feel sorry for it." The middle-aged man shook his head and laughed at himself unhurriedly.

"However, I am a little confused as to why Senior Xuanjiu used his spiritual thoughts to play a game of chess with me when I was about to come to Sanhuang." As he spoke, the middle-aged man raised his head, still smiling, but There was a ray of light in his eyes that was as bright as the sky.

"The chess piece in your hand may not be a chess piece, and the chessboard you see may not be a chessboard, but in any case... since it is the agreement between you and me, the first unspeakable thing to come to the Three Wilds is from the dark Morning, then... I don’t want one mistake to make a mistake.” The old man pondered for a moment, then spoke slowly in a deep voice.

"Returning to Sanhuang is the most important thing for both of you and me. There is no room for surprise in this matter. Please pay more attention to Emperor Yan Pei Chen."

The sharp gleam in the middle-aged man's eyes became even sharper, and the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually became colder.

"It is not the turn of Ni Sheng to tell me how I should do things! As for the chess pieces in my hands...it is his honor to be my chess pieces. In addition...the chess pieces in my hands are destined to be chess pieces. You can't escape from the hands of this emperor." There was no arrogance in the middle-aged man's expression, but the confidence in his words made his aura unparalleled in the sky.

"If one piece is wrong, the whole lot will be wrong." The old man said calmly.

"Even if one piece is wrong or the whole board is wrong, the chess player is me, and I can reopen the chess board!" the middle-aged man said coldly.

"What if the chessboard is broken?"

"Then make another chessboard!"

"What if the chess pieces become the players?" The old man's eyes flashed suddenly, and he slowly said each word.

"This is impossible!" the middle-aged man said flatly.

"Perhaps this is indeed impossible, but... what if there is another person besides this chess piece?"

"What you are talking about is the ant from the Ninth Peak, the person who is in harmony with the will of Daochen's true world. This person is so bold that he dares to be in communion with the will of the true world. Now I am afraid he has lost himself long ago. He can be said to be the best." Human?" The middle-aged man said coldly.

"I sensed before that there was a strange force that spread out somewhere in the Three Wastelands and opened a passage. This passage penetrated to an unknown place and expelled certain people as if they were exiled.

Can you do this kind of thing? "The old man looked at the middle-aged man with a serious look on his face.

"So, you don't let people from both sides attack the ninth peak, but suppress the fighting spirit of those venerables and delay time." The middle-aged man's expression was still cold, and his inner thoughts could not be heard in his words.

"Until the situation is clear, and before I can't tell whether he has merged with Daochen or... truly replaced Daochen, I don't want to offend him, let alone expand the results of my victory and attract this person's attention. Anger, once you make one mistake, the price of all mistakes will be under your command, and you and I, the monks in the world, will have to bear the burial of that anger." The old man was silent for a moment and said slowly.

"What I said before was wrong. In fact, I was not talking about you, but myself. Back then, I chose the wrong son against the Holy Spirit... Now, Emperor Yan Pei Chen is about to descend to the next world, and I don't want you to... ··…Keep going wrong.”

The middle-aged man looked at the old man. After a long time, the indifference on his face suddenly disappeared and turned into a smile like the spring breeze again. He did not speak, but stood up and walked towards the distance.

Three steps later, his figure disappeared into the world of bubbles and disappeared.

"If one piece is wrong, the whole board is wrong... The chess pieces are not scary. Beside the scary chess pieces, there are chess players you can't see." The old man frowned and sighed softly. He raised his head and looked around. , slowly revealed a touch of determination in his expression.

At the same time, in the Dark Morning Realm, in a dark starry sky in the central realm, there is a land of dense bones! The bones here are endless and the number is incalculable. At the top of this bone mountain range, A middle-aged man sat cross-legged.

This man was the one who existed in the bubble world before. His eyes slowly opened, a white light appeared inside them, and there was a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"Xuanjiu has existed for too long, obliterating the mountains and becoming a mountain without peaks... a mere ninth peak, a mere person who is arrogant enough to dare to merge with the will of the true world, deserves so much attention ?

He is not my chess piece, and he is not worthy of being my chess piece. My chess piece...is with the Hades. "The middle-aged man slowly stood up. As he took steps, the White Bone Mountain Range roared and swirled. The entire mountain range shook together and turned into a sea of ​​bones. It rolled under the man's feet and swept forward at an extremely fast speed. The starry sky whizzed away, heading straight towards... the gap in the Three Wildernesses.

As the flames of war spread across the Three Wild Worlds, the vortex of death was always turning, and there seemed to be a strange force within it, making it difficult for all the Dark Morning and Rebel Sage people to step forward.

Just like the original Lingxian Tribulation, even though this calamity can enter the vortex of death, it is also weakened.

The whirlpool of death remains as mysterious as ever in the eyes of the world, as if it will continue to rotate forever.

In the depths of this whirlpool of death, connected to it, it is like a mirror corresponding to the three desolations, in the great world of Sangxiang. At this moment, the entire world has fallen into silence, and all operations have stopped, except... ··In the Gangzhen Realm, Su Ming fought with another person in this world. After the Sangzi himself dissipated, Su Ming turned into a cocoon.

This cocoon is only a few dozen feet high. It looks inconspicuous from a distance. There is no pressure coming from it, and there is no shocking momentum at all. It is ordinary as if it is extremely ordinary.

But next to it, there is the rare will of Sang Xiang who comes in person, surrounding it, using the entire world to be still to prevent all external interference. Its care, its protection, and its expectations are gradually increasing day by day. As time goes by, it becomes more and more intense.

It does not allow the slightest surprise in Su Ming's transformation from cocoon to butterfly, and it does not allow Su Ming to fail here, because in its expectations, Su Ming's appearance, his fusion with Sang Zi, and the will of the two true worlds, all of this Everything is full of variables.

In its memory, Su Ming was not the first Sangzi to be fused, but he was the first... person who had the will of the two true worlds to fuse with Sangzi.

This is completely different in meaning from everything in the past. Even in the feeling of Sang Xiang's will, Sangzi is not a son, but a servant. Even if this servant merges with the people of Sanhuang, will he continue to be a servant or be changed into a servant? It won't even care about the three desolations.

But only in Su Ming's case, because Su Ming took away Daochen and because he possessed the Immortal Sect, what emerged after the fusion of him and Sang Zi was the cocoon. It is precisely because of the cocoon... from a certain In this sense, Su Ming in this cocoon, Sang Xiang, and Sanhuang are actually existences in the same realm, and can even be identified as one ethnic group!

Therefore, Sang Xiang cares!

In Su Ming, it seemed to vaguely see hope. It was the first time it... saw hope in countless centuries of changing times.

Hope of returning home! !

In the incalculable countless eras, I have heard the call of home more than once, but the hope of not being able to go back is infinitely amplified at this moment. Even if it is the will of the Sangxiang world, it is still a hope that is constantly amplified. , causing the will to tremble.

It is different from Sanhuang. Compared with Sanhuang, which is indifferent and almost numb, it has some human-like thoughts. Therefore, there are three great mulberries here, but there has never been such a monk in the Sanhuang world.

Time passes slowly, not long...

Until one day, when a slight clicking sound suddenly came out in the silent starry sky, Sang Xiang's will boiled and swirled around the cocoon. The clicking sounds gradually became more and more frequent, as if something was going on inside the cocoon. There is some kind of fragmentation going on from the inside out.

After this kind of fragmentation continued for a period of time, a tiny crack finally appeared on the surface of the cocoon. The crack slowly spread until a clear and distinct cracking sound came out. No light escapes, but you can see inside through this crack.

You can see a young man with his eyes closed inside. The young man is naked, as calm as sleeping in a cocoon. He has black hair, a slightly pale face, and a third eye between his eyebrows. This third eye. The eye is not vertical, but a long horizontal gap, and there is a vertical line on it...

The vertical line, like an incision, runs through the third eye.

It looked like a cross, but the moment Su Ming opened his eyes, and the moment his third eye suddenly opened and closed, the cross looked like... a butterfly spreading its wings! !

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