Monsters Will Die if They Are Killed

【...actually! 】

Su Zhou's fist was so powerful and heavy that it was like a mountain hitting across the board. The Sun Emperor who was hit had no time to react, and his whole head was blown dozens of kilometers away, falling towards a half-melted magma mountain.

In the aftermath of the battle with Su Zhou, most of the peaks of the Montasini Mountains were affected by high temperatures and shock waves, turning into a strange sea of ​​gold and red mixed with gray and black.

Floating on such a sea of ​​high temperature, the Sun Emperor's head stopped being knocked away, but he also noticed that his regeneration speed had obviously slowed down a lot at this moment. Su Zhou's punch just now not only interrupted The re-condensation process of his resurrection seemed to carry something special.

Raising his head, his broken golden eyes condensed again. The Sun Emperor looked solemnly at the area with purple-green light spots in the distance, watching the resurrection process of 'Sveteri of Xiguang'.

Unlike him who condensed his head first, Svitley chose to condense his fists first... Indeed, the mind of a transcendent no longer needs a brain to support it. When the body can be reconstructed, he first chooses to resurrect and attack. Body parts are indeed better than traditional thinking brains... This was a bad choice on his part.

And there is a price to pay for mistakes. Svetre's resurrection and condensation speed is obviously a little slower than him. If he is not attacked, then he should be the first to regain his full strength.

But after being attacked, things became difficult to say.

[Unexpectedly, you will also be resurrected. 】

Even if it is a head, the Sun Emperor has the ability to protect himself. Layers of light golden shields mixed with white light patterns spread in the atmosphere, forming dozens of wall-like barriers, blocking the incoming bombardment without saying a word. Svetre's punch.

Watching the barrier being shattered and torn layer by layer, he said solemnly: [I relied on the will of the empire to achieve immortality, and you, didn't you rely on the foundation of the Xiguang Association to achieve immortality? ? 】

[Why is it so fast? 】

Su Zhou smashed through several more layers of barriers, but after all, he only had one fist, so it was a bit difficult to break his head. It would be better to wait until his body was almost recovered and his output would be higher before attacking, and then simply put down his fist to save energy.

After hearing the Sun Emperor's question, he couldn't help wagging his fingers: "Resurrection? Of course I can."

"As for this little background... Sure enough, Sun Emperor, you don't understand."

Of course the Sun Emperor didn't understand, it was difficult to understand this.

At this moment, the shock and wariness in his heart were far greater than when Su Zhou attacked.

Compared with the power of Xiguang's Svetre, the power of resurrection is not unique to him. This is what the Sun Emperor cannot accept the most.

Noticing the Sun Emperor's expression, Su Zhou's fist couldn't help but raise an index finger and shook it: "You really don't understand."

"Although the Xiguang Association is not big, Xiguang's inheritance and Taoism have spread to half of the world. What exactly is the foundation in your eyes? Is it just the scope of rule?"

On the earth, every immortal and god has his own Taoism and dogma passed down from generation to generation. And the wars between them, the battles between them, have always been done by first cutting down the mountains, destroying the temples, and exterminating the orthodoxy, and only then can they deal with the gods themselves.

Because if Taoism continues and dogma persists, then immortals and gods will never perish in the world.

This is the so-called "immortal" - the "establishing words" in establishing one's virtues and one's merits.

Su Zhou could see that the so-called immortality of the Sun Emperor, the will of the empire itself, was the immortality of the 'contributions' he had achieved after his actions as the emperor were carried out throughout the empire and made known to all the people of the empire.

This immortality is real. The reason why the Sun Emperor can be resurrected after being washed away by the light of the Holy Sun is because of its power.

But that's all.

"Making meritorious service is indeed the road to immortality, but the reason why it is abandoned by gods and gods naturally has its flaws - everything is easy, no matter what it is, what merits it is, or what great deeds it is, it will be submerged in the long river of history. Being forgotten by those who have not experienced it... is like the creation of the world with a sacred tree. This is the greatest 'merit'. As long as all living things are still grateful for the grace of the Creator God, it will be immortal and immortal."

"But in the end, just for survival and fear, the gods denied this great miracle of creation. All living beings also lost their sense of reality because they had been away from the original creation era for too long, so the sacred tree died."

Su Zhou's arm was constantly condensing. First, it was translucent like crystal, with blue-purple bone marrow visible. Then it was like metal fibers, with multiple composite structures of flesh and blood fibers.

His voice resounded above the Montasini Mountains, causing the purple-green resurrection light particles to condense faster: "And virtue is too ethereal, so we need to create a system, 'the basic thinking mode of extraordinary practice', 'scientific thinking' Model'... Only those who put forward the concept of this level, this relatively 'correct' existence, can be qualified to enjoy the immortality of 'establishing virtue'."

"But Li Yan is different."

Su Zhou didn't mind telling the Sun Emperor what the path to immortality was, just as he never minded telling all his enemies what the so-called right meant.

Because evil is evil and monsters are monsters, and the reason they can't do the right thing is because they can't.

Therefore, Su Zhou said seriously to the selfish monster: "It is different from establishing achievements and setting standards. It is inheritance and orthodoxy."

"Sun Emperor, that is a kind of sharing."

All the immortals and gods who passed down their own traditions are no longer pure, aloof immortals and gods in essence.

They are ‘preachers’.

Every preacher, when writing his own fundamental practice, has essentially made a summary of his own Taoism - in the era when the original Immortals were born, the preachers had actually reached the end of their own Tao. There is no way to move forward. It is difficult for them to break through on this path, so they imprint their own path and pass it on to others.

In this way, if one day they really die out of nowhere, or die due to an accident, then their successors may be able to carve out a better path from their tradition. Then keep going.

"People who are selfish and cherish their brooms will never understand this. The master's behavior of hiding something from his disciples is also a bad behavior that completely goes against the original intention of preaching."

Su Zhou's arms condensed faster and faster, and his speed was already on par with the Sun Emperor. He was not in a hurry, but the Sun Emperor's expression became more and more gloomy.

The man calmly elaborated: "If there is a successor who has obtained the Taoism I shared and practiced my inheritance, when he looks at the inheritance I wrote in the past, he may analyze the way I wrote these words and runes. Thoughts, he would observe my practice route, and then reversely deduce my original physical condition. He would be surprised by some of the ideas I proposed at that time that were beyond the times, admire my thoughts, or feel that It can be improved even better.”

"That's exactly what I do. I preach in every world. I hope they can understand my thoughts, understand my inheritance, and understand my Tao - whether they want to be like me or not, they still have a choice. their own lives, but when they practice my practice, my will lives on in their bodies and brains.”

"In this way, I can relive their thoughts."

Su Zhou's arm has been regenerated, and his internal organs have begun to condense from light particles. A hazy head shadow floats above the body, with blue-purple dragon pupils, mixed with the devil's red eyes, flickering brightly. Eyes.

His recovery speed is already faster than that of the Sun Emperor, or in other words, the Sun Emperor's recovery speed is getting slower and slower.

Su Zhou didn't care about this, because he knew why, because he was not alone.

"One person can't reproduce everything about me, so more people will come."

"Many people come to practice my way, and everyone understands a part of my thoughts. Through their combined practice and deduction, all of me will be reproduced and reappear in the world.

Among the increasingly complex bluish-purple light spots, vague and uncertain illusions can be seen.

It was a cry of prayer and a cry of gratitude.

Those are examples and practices.

It can be seen that Gaza is leading the assault team to each mobile city, beheading the corrupt nobles, rescuing the local demonizers and poor people, and liberating them from the animal-like imprisonment.

All living beings are equal, this is the right thing he wants to follow from Su Zhou's behavior.

It can be seen that Loya and Master Suiguang are in the laboratory, working with Mingxiao to try to reproduce the various multi-era knowledge recorded in the First Yao Ship. They are working as fast as possible to create technical equipment that can arm the Xiguang Association. They also upgraded and modified the captured Third Army fleet to enhance the armed strength of the Xiguang Association.

Knowledge, as the primary productive force, can change destiny and the current situation. This is what they learned from Su Zhou's endless techniques and inheritance.

It can be seen that Cicero is speaking to the leaders of many teams of demonizers in the square. His voice is not impassioned, and is even hoarse and low. However, there is no need to raise his voice when speaking. The most important thing is whether what he says is correct. It can touch people's hearts, and in this regard, Cicero, who has gone through many hardships, can naturally resonate with many demonizers, not just demonizers.

Only by defining your own program and uniting with the overwhelming majority can you be invincible. This is what he understood from Su Zhou's teachings to him and the spreading burning fire guidance technique, and he understood it correctly.

There are more - on the far north ice sheet, the northern tribesmen who spontaneously maintained the order of the Xiguang Association, and in the Yanshuang Territory, began to spontaneously share their practice experiences and compare and care for each other.

They all understood what they wanted to understand from Su Zhou's thoughts and actions.

They all inherited part of Su Zhou.

Therefore, you can vaguely hear that they are calling a name.

——Xi Guang! Xiguang!

——Xi Guang’s Svetre!

This voice sounded from the far end of the world, but at the same time it resounded on the top of the Montasini Mountains. The human figure surrounded by blue-purple light spots raised his hands that had not yet condensed into substance, and looked at these condensed hands tenderly. A point of light on one's own body.

And among them, there was one voice that was the loudest.

Contrary to what everyone imagined, in the world of Aian, the people who knew Su Zhou best were not the silver fairy Mingxiao, students Gasha and Luoya, or Master Suiguang who followed him all the way.

The person who knew Su Zhou best was actually the explorer named Funia, a member of the pioneer family.

A question came out of the blue-purple light particles belonging to this explorer.

【Does this world have a future? 】

She murmured in a low voice, as if she was talking to herself when she was alone: ​​[The Holy Sun is finally extinguished, Professor Sweetley may not succeed, the outcome is still unclear, and the road ahead is bleak. 】

[The world is filled with darkness and suffering. Even if there is a future, can it be filled with hope and light and still make the world full of daylight? 】

she asked herself, and then replied firmly.

[Even if it is dark and painful, I am willing to explore the unknown future. 】

[Space, maybe you let me return to my hometown just to make me realize... Even if it is the end after dusk, even if Professor Sweetley fails, one day, I am willing to be a pioneer and stay in this world. , create a new future! 】

This is a real awakening.

A pioneer can be anyone.

Anyone who wants to explore the unknown, explore distant places, and lead the world to the other side of the world that no one has ever known is a pioneer.

——A pioneer is an idea.

Thoughts will never die.

Just like Candle Day... Candle Day can be anyone or anything.

The bluish-purple light spots have condensed to the extreme, and the human form formed by the condensed bluish-purple light particles is about to turn into a solid body. What emerges from it is a look that is younger than Svetrey, but also more mature than Su Zhou.

"I am Svetrey and I am Su Zhou."

The white-haired man raised his fist, pointed at the Sun Emperor who had condensed most of his body, and showed a ferocious smile: "I am the original Zhu Zhou - and Zhu Zhou is not a creature or a race."

"'Candle Day' is a thought!"

——And ‘thoughts’ will never die!

"Sun Emperor, you can't imagine it!"

At this moment, Zhu Zhou's voice shook the world: "Ideas are far better than the system, just like the teachings passed down by the saints are always better than the achievements of the emperor, because the system needs to become better, need to change dynasties, or completely overthrow."

"And if an idea, a technique, and an inheritance want to be optimized, then even if it turns into something completely different from the original, it can be passed on!"

Just like boiling water has changed from using coal to nuclear fusion, it is still boiling water. Throwing stones has changed to throwing missiles and throwing planets. It is the same as throwing stones. Even if thoughts are ever-changing, even if they are tampered with by Bo Xun and corrected by the descendants of saints, , was maliciously interpreted by later generations, and completely different meanings were extracted from different fragments and subtle words.

Its core essence, the idea that was originally born, the origin of what is meant to ‘better’ and for everyone to understand ‘rightness and truth’, will not change!

"This is the true foundation of immortality!"

But the Sun Emperor was unmoved.

It's not that he doesn't understand, feel, or understand. The Sun Emperor's talent and wisdom have never been bad, even extraordinary. The empire's will he created is truly immortal. It is a pioneering work from scratch in the world of Aian. Close to a saint.

But because of this, he believes in his own right more than anyone else.

That's why you are so stubborn.

[I am still alive, right here and now. Life is no different, and so is immortality. There is nothing more noble. 】

Even though part of his legs have not yet been completely condensed, the Sun Emperor still has the Tower of Babel and the Soul-Burning Torch as support. The light emitted from his body transmits various rune-filled fluctuations and merges with the brilliance of the Soul-Burning Torch.

Immediately, his momentum increased steadily, even surpassing the fully condensed Su Zhou's body.

The blond boy's face was cold and indifferent, and he obviously didn't care about Su Zhou's words: "I'm surprised that there is such a way to be reborn, but you don't understand what it means to be truly alive. How can your thoughts be regarded as eternity?" 】

And Su Zhou sneered: "And you don't understand what destruction is."

At this moment, the two faced each other again at the top of the sky. Although Su Zhou's body had re-condensed, the source energy that could be driven in his body was less than 40% of what it was at its peak, and his body and incarnation had not yet been regenerated. Facing the situation, he once again relied on the geographical advantage to regain control. The situation of the Sun Emperor in the Tower of Babel can be said to be extremely unfavorable.

The reason why he was able to resurrect faster than the Sun Emperor mainly relied on some of the characteristics of immortal blood and immortal soul... Although he only had soul, how could immortal blood be ordinary blood? The enhanced quality of true soul immortality it brings allows Su Zhou's soul to enjoy extremely high immunity. The immortal soul helps Su Zhou reunite his soul faster and accelerates his resurrection.

But it was just an acceleration. Without his own original body and the body of the same body in this world was also destroyed, it was impossible to quickly restore the full strength by forcibly condensing the body again... But he reorganized and revised the Ming Dynasty in the world of Aian. The "heart" practice is actually the fundamental practice compiled by him based on all the exercises he has practiced in the past, and this practice is being spread throughout all Xiguang associations in the entire Aian world.

——Know the mind and see the nature, and unite knowledge and action. Putting aside all the magical methods in it, and using the simplest words to explain it, the most fundamental power of the method of knowing the mind only depends on one thing.

"That's what I believe in."

Su Zhou whispered to himself. He was standing in mid-air. There was no cloud or mist between the sky and the earth. The radiance of the Holy Sun was brighter than ever. Even the light of the Demonic Moon could be faintly felt. At the top of the sky, there was not only the sun and the moon. , and there are endless stars in the twilight world group.

The sun, moon and stars shone together, and the man let out a breath.

"I've never quite understood why I'm so strong."

“Because from the beginning, it was the power that chased me, not me that chased it.”

"So I have been thinking about how to live up to this luck, and what should I do with this luck - so I have been forcing myself to think, forcing myself to reflect, and forcing myself to figure out the meaning of my existence."

"My strength requires a strong meaning - I have found a lot, existence, chaos, fate, reincarnation, perfection... I try to absorb their power, thoughts and obsessions and turn them into my meaning."

"But Sun Emperor, when I saw you and recalled the enemies I had defeated and killed... I realized that the so-called meaning was nonsense."

"I became stronger just so that I wouldn't lose when I fight you bastards!"

"It was in order to overcome the insurmountable mistakes of you, the residents of this local world, that I was born into the world and walked across the worlds!"

Don't think about evil, don't think about good. What you do has become a habit, a thought, and a right thing.

This is knowing one's mind and seeing one's nature, and uniting knowledge and action.

This is the most complete ‘firm belief’.

[Meaningless nonsense. 】

The Sun Emperor raised his hand. He had regained control of the power contained in the Tower of Babel. The Spirit-Burning Torch was operating at full strength. His voice was like thunder booming in the atmosphere: [Existence is correct, death is nothingness. , this is the only truth. 】

In an instant, the endless brilliance condensed into a giant hand that was more than 200,000 meters long and almost boundless in mid-air. It stretched across the sky and the earth, pressing down towards Su Zhou like a mountain peak. For a moment, the color of the sky and the earth changed. Everything became pale, and only the growing Wuzhi Mountain was the only real existence.

"You're right."

Pressing down with its huge palm, it directly pressed on the Montasini Mountains, directly crushing the many half-melted peaks like plasticine, causing the earth to surge like a tidal wave.

But Su Zhou's voice could still be heard: "But, who said this is right?"

"Have you asked everyone in the world, even just everyone in the empire? You have come to this conclusion without a nationwide spot check. If you do the same thing when writing a paper, I, as a professor, will give you a zero!"

boom!

The giant palm of light that was originally pressed suddenly lifted up a little, as if some huge force was lifting it from below. The Sun Emperor's expression suddenly became astonished, and he realized that there was indeed something very familiar to him in his palm. Grow up and raise your hand with irresistible force.

Branches of trees, leaves burning like flames grew from the fingers of the giant palm, and then they were lifted higher and higher, higher and higher.

【This is impossible! ] He roared angrily: [You, how can you cross the Tower of Babel and connect to the power of the burning wood? ! 】

Even though this power was only a tiny bit, it stung his soul as if it had taken away the Sun Emperor's biggest trump card.

"Idiot, I have the mark of the Tree of Avenue on my body. Guess whether you, the descendant of the unfilial son, is closer to the World Tree, or am I, the messenger of an old friend, closer to Him?"

Su Zhou naturally mocked mercilessly: "Although this unlucky sacred tree was stabbed in the back by his unfilial son and suffered another disaster, at least it won't be a problem to steal some power to deal with you while he is unconscious!"

He had already realized that the Montasini Mountains were where the tree stumps of the Burning Sacrifice Tree used to be. He had already had this idea in mind, but he had not had time to experiment due to the confrontation with the Sun Emperor.

And just now, the Sun Emperor smashed him into the ground, so he had to say sorry.

"Have you never heard that sacred trees grow when they touch soil and grow when they touch water?"

Strong winds swept between the sky and the earth. In the endless lava mountains, within a vast range that could not be completely summarized by the field of vision, a burning sacred tree shadow was constantly growing and rising, pushing away a giant hand covering the sky.

A crack appeared in the center of the giant hand, and then the huge crack spread vertically and horizontally, and then turned into countless fragments and dissipated.

But that's not the end.

When the Sun Emperor immediately controlled the power of the Burning Spirit Torch and tried to compete with Su Zhou for control of the tree stump linked to the Burning Spirit Tree, he discovered that Su Zhou had not taken over the power of the sacred tree at all.

On the contrary, fruits began to hang from the branches of the Zhuzhi tree that Su Zhou had transformed into.

"This world is not just about you and me."

In the sacred tree of Zhuzhi, there is the melodious sound of the sea of ​​leaves, condensed into words: "It is not just people like Ilovitz, Aharonov, and Dawn Suiguang... those poor people almost never When participating in such a major event that can affect the world situation, they are never the protagonist of the story, so they are easily ignored."

Supported by the power of the sacred tree, countless fruits began to grow huge and then fell to the ground.

The huge fruit shattered the moment it touched the ground and turned into light mist, and these light mist were like the light particles condensed when Su Zhou was resurrected, condensing into various completely different, weird and unique images.

Some are dragons, some are snakes, some look like insects, and some look like birds...

But the same thing is candle day.

They are all candle days, without exception, all of them.

The armies of Candlelight all over the sky were born from the fruits of the sacred tree. They silently gathered in mid-air and flew around, like a cloud of light condensed between heaven and earth. They were numerous in number, filling the sky and the earth. From one point on the horizon to another.

Candlelight is thought.

In the eyes of hundreds of people, there are hundreds of different candles and days.

No matter who you are, whether you are strong or weak, everyone has different ideas, different views in their eyes, and even if they all firmly believe that one thing is right, they also have completely different methods of practice.

The Svetre of Xiguang, which condenses the souls of all living beings in the Southern Territory and is praised by everyone in the Northern Territory and the Yanshuang Territory, represents the thoughts of half of all life in the world of Aian.

No need for soul burning, because the mind is the most powerful force.

At this moment, the power of the Burning Spirit Torch was suppressed.

Even part of the power of the furnace obtained by burning the souls of the demonizers was drawn by the thoughts of these people and merged into Zhu Zhou's cluster.

And this is exactly what Candlelight is right about.

"Sun Emperor, those people who are easily ignored are ordinary living beings."

Su Zhou's words went straight into the depths of his soul.

"They are extremely weak, their souls are harvested by you like crops, and their lives are trampled on like weeds. Is their life meaningful to us arrogant people? Of course not, we will not in our lifetime. No one who has a fire burning in his heart would want to live this life.”

"But they are also extremely powerful. They are the only standard for you and me to judge the truth, and the only judge for right and wrong. How can you ignore them? It is they who decide who is "normal" and who is "monster!" "

Even the Sun Emperor couldn't help but become speechless when faced with the Zhuzhou army that filled his field of vision. He could sense that although these Zhuzhou were not powerful, some were even so weak that it was difficult to fly, but this was almost The endless number and completely different auras made him feel indescribable fear.

He had never considered such power.

"They are the cornerstone of greatness, just like people are to civilization, only meaninglessness can build up greatness!"

And Su Zhou's announcement was like a thunderous explosion, making the entire Tower of Babel tremble slightly: "Everything I do is to make these 'majority' live a better life, but you have to use these The 'majority' come to realize themselves, thinking that this is the unity."

"God is a wish. If all sentient beings have no power, I will give them power - technology and civilization are the same! Therefore, all living beings have become my power. This is the true unity and unity, the true power of clustering!"

【……】

The Sun Emperor did not answer. He stood at the top of the tower and silently looked around at the various candlelights in the sky, as if he wanted to find a flaw in this seemingly aimless, random pile of power.

The larger the cluster, the more likely it is to make mistakes, and as long as you catch the mistake, you can defeat it with one blow. After all, he is also a strong burning spirit. Even if he encounters a desperate situation that suppresses the Tower of Babel and the burning spirit torch, he can still Trying to find opportunities to counterattack.

But the more he searched, the more desperate he became.

No, it's not that there are no flaws... There are simply too many flaws. The number of Zhuzhu's clusters exceeds one billion. How could such a large group not make mistakes?

But he couldn't find a real starting point.

This is not surprising.

All living things in the world, including animals, plants, and even bacteria and viruses, are mutually reinforcing each other, are hostile to each other, and are natural enemies of each other, but in the final analysis, they are all based on "existence" and hold different thoughts.

Contradiction is the nature of any cluster, but the chaos itself that can accommodate contradictions can be said to be the cornerstone of correctness.

Under the control of Su Zhou, the cluster of hundreds of millions of Zhu Zhou seems to be extremely complicated and contradictory, but just like the contention of hundreds of schools of thought, all thoughts become clearer and clearer with each passing day, and are closer to the truth and correctness. of!

This is, ‘The Will of Candlelight’!

"The imperial system and the imperial will are, in the final analysis, nothing more than a system derived from thousands of years of history in the world of Aeon. In the future, a better system will inevitably emerge."

"Sun Emperor, with your immortality, will the people under your rule always support the empire? If my ideas spread to the world, will they still obey you, the Sun Emperor?"

Su Zhou's voice was like billions of people shouting at the same time. His words contained a cold smile: "Can your immortality defeat mine?"

"Can you do it, Sun Emperor?"

The Sun Emperor did not reply, responding to Su Zhou's sarcasm and provocation.

But he attacked again.

Like a child who gets angry just because he doesn't say anything.

But in fact, he didn't do anything wrong, because no matter what is right, it must be put into practice in the final analysis - strength is the best practice, and it is also his only chance to win now.

But just because you can't explain the incompetence and rage doesn't mean you can beat him.

For spiritual practice, anger is useless.

At that moment, Ilovitz, who was guarding the imperial capital of Fort Saint-Montasini, saw the Sun Emperor pull out his weapon for the first time. The long sword he had worn when he was an adventurer in the past had been assimilated by him into The sharp blade of the soul weapon.

Everything happened in an instant. The Sun Emperor began to burn his soul, and the incredible power was transformed by the Soul-Burning Torch, forming an unimaginable and huge force. He was not stupid, and he could make choices. The strong man seized his last chance.

boom! boom! boom! boom! The unrivaled source of energy erupted, and each explosion brought about a shocking loud noise, and the continuous loud noises overlapped together, as if all the sounds in the entire world were condensed into these explosions.

Exploding all the power in the Burning Soul Torch, and adding his own soul, the blazing light of the soul is as bright as the noon sun, almost reaching the ultimate skill, and integrating with the Burning Soul source energy that has exceeded the limit. Together, they exerted a power beyond that of the gods of the past.

With a swing of the sword, Ilovitz even felt that the sun was moving forward.

With just this sword, the name of the Sun Emperor is well-deserved, and it is enough to suppress the entire world of Aian. Even Loya, who will become the High Priest of Twilight in the future, and Gasha, the inheritor of the World-Eating Snake, will be killed by him.

The dazzling brilliance even tore apart the space, and the barrier between Aian and the outside world was broken into cracks. The incredible source energy caused the black void cracks to advance along with the golden brilliance, bombarding everything in its path. The ground fell apart.

But hundreds of millions of Zhuzhou acted together under the control of the Zhuzhou Divine Tree. They condensed into a large formation, an entity. Although it seemed contradictory and loose, and was just barely glued together, it could exert its full potential. A whole that transcends the power of the gods.

Lines of blue-purple thunder condensed in mid-air and turned into chains. Each thunder light belt that formed the chain was condensed by a candle day. The power of countless candle days folded and condensed, and finally formed a chain composed of Giant Net.

The golden sword of the sun struck the giant net, enough to cut through the nucleus, dismantle all the protons and neutrons, and even break them into quarks. The force of destruction did indeed disintegrate the first layer of chains, but soon, there was a second one. layer, and the third layer of chains is laid.

Each time, the texture and structure of the chain will be optimized, and each time, the network of chains will become stronger and more reliable.

When a person encounters a thought that is different from his own, he will always have two thoughts: one is to subdue it with force, and the other is to respond with gentle love.

The former can succeed for a while, but if it fails, it will be backlashed. But with gentle love, you can win forever, because no one will be hostile to love.

Tender love is a formidable force, more powerful than anything else, and nothing can compare with it.

Su Zhou loves all living things.

Above the sky, the light of the holy sun is fading, and the brilliance of the setting sun is burning.

Dusk has arrived, and the dim light of dusk shines on the world, leaving only the last trace of residual heat.

The giant blue-purple thunder network is derived from the huge Zhuzhi sacred tree. Each chain overlaps and is connected to each other to form a whole.

It bound the sword light, then shattered it, imprisoning it within its own body. It flew forward, and then enveloped the towering Tower of Babel, completely covering this black tower based on the sacred wood of burning firewood. , suppression.

The Zhuzhi Divine Tree dissipated.

A human figure walks slowly, climbing the stairs step by step from the top of the tower to the top.

This human figure is dim and dark. Every step he takes will leave behind dark flames. It is despair condensed by hatred and unwillingness. It is a burning fire of karma.

The fire of karma ignited the entire tower, starting to burn everything from bottom to top.

But the human form is still taking steps, reaching the top.

In the crystallized dome, he saw another human form.

This human form is radiant, sacred, and bright, just like the condensed essence of everything in the world.

But how could that be? All the essence of the world should belong to everyone in the world, at least to the sun - and this kind of brilliance is not natural. It is not that it itself is releasing light and shining on all living beings, but the light of all living beings condensed here, making it comparable to sun.

This is not the light of the sun.

One illuminates all things, giving them energy, inheritance, and the will to survive; the other plunders all living beings and achieves their own shine.

Therefore, it should be extinguished.

A punch was thrown out, the sound of flesh and blood torn, bones shattering sounded, and the black karmic fire began to burn on the glorious human figure. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not resist the erosion of darkness. The cold flame seemed to be able to penetrate the bone marrow, but who I don’t know what the thoughts are in the hearts of people who are ignited by karma fire, because the only outcome for those who are ignited is death. Even immortal gods are no exception. They can only suppress but not eliminate.

For the black humanoid, the answer is much simpler. He does not need to wait, he only needs to throw the second punch, the third punch...

The dazzling light shattered and condensed, died and resurrected, but the dark flaming fist was swung out again and again, and fell down again and again.

If you can't kill, kill until you die. Immortality is an adjective, not the truth, correctness and fact.

In this case, you might as well try more.

The sun rose and set, and day and night cycled seven times. The stars in the sky and even the demon moon once bloomed with brilliance.

And in the end, the pitch-black tower collapsed and disintegrated in the pitch-black fire of karma, turning into boiling nothingness.

The once-melted Montasini Mountains gradually cooled and solidified, turning into black, smooth rock that reflected the bright, twinkling light from the sky.

A dark human figure walked out of the ruins. There was nothing behind him, except for a soul that was even bleaker than his in his hand, spinning endlessly.

The dark evil spirit looks heavy, but is actually very light. He seems to have done everything, but has never experienced the life he really wants to live.

He struggled to survive until the end, and did many things for this purpose. In the eyes of others, he lived a very fulfilling life, but to himself, it was just living and spending such a life.

He caught nothing and caused others to lose even more.

——What is nothingness?

The black figure clenched his hand, crushed the soul into pieces, and then scattered it to the sky and the earth, allowing the energy and fragments contained in it to return to the world.

The strong wind blew by, sweeping all the fragments to every corner of the world. The fragments decomposed and the energy collapsed, turning into a dim galaxy dust belt in mid-air. Half of the world could see this dark and dim river rushing. Finally blended into the early morning night sky.

There is no smell, no weird and complex smell that is imagined to be the mixture of countless great beings.

This evil spirit is empty, light and tasteless.

——This is nothingness.

The dark figure raised its head and looked toward the sky.

Light rises on the horizon.

Su Zhou stared at the sun.

The night has passed.

And the bright day comes to the world.

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