The empress stood in front of the ice sculpture, and the eyes of the Netherworld flowed.

At this moment, she thought of the past.

Some people, even though they have changed countless states of mind, still remain deeply in their hearts.

The empress did not ask for a long wait, and pulled out the Six Paths of Reincarnation Sword and began to recite the lengthy spells.

This mantra is very long, just like a person's life.

To be precise, the empress is not chanting mantras, but chanting.

As the empress's singing, time and space began to echo, and the old whispers rang again between heaven and earth.

"Moling, Moling..."

The way of heaven left countless marks in this world, and so was Xie Moling.

The empress's singing is filled with sadness in its coldness, sorrow but not hurt, and a little warmth in its sadness.

This warmth comes from calling and missing.

As the empress chanted, the falling snow stopped and the petals of the other side of the flower began to fall.

Blood-red petals, blood-red flower rain.

Silently and gently expressing thoughts.

The empress's long hair was loose and she danced lightly with the singing.

The flower on the other side is extremely charming, and the empress's dance posture is also extremely beautiful, which is breathtaking.

In the past, the empress left the impression on everyone was the Lord of the Nine Nether Insidious Situation, who was arrogant and indifferent, but now she has torn off all her masks and revealed her beauty for the first time.

Before this, no one dared to spy on the empress's face. Compared with her face, people were even more shocked by her identity.

Whether it is the Lord of the Nine Netherworlds, the Controller of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, or the God of Destiny, the influence of the Empress is everywhere, and no one dares to disrespect it.

Now, as she dances lightly in the rain of flowers, people have seen the beauty that shakes the soul for the first time.

I don’t know how many people sighed in their hearts that the empress is so sad and beautiful.

The other side of the river fell on the ice sculpture of Daozu, turning into runes, melting the ice and snow, and melting into Daozu's body.

The more petals sprinkle, the more vivid the face of Daozu.

The irreparable scars were also being repaired quietly, with the bones covered with flesh and blood, and the scars were wiped away.

But everyone was immersed in the Queen's singing, and no one noticed the changes of Taoist ancestor.

It was not until the end of the song that the last flower on the other side fell that everyone suddenly woke up like a dream. Looking at the Taoist ancestor again, the ice and snow had disappeared.

The Taoist ancestor still knelt on one knee and held the sword with both hands. All the scars were repaired, and he was wearing a red Taoist robe transformed from the red shore flower.

Unfortunately, he still hasn't woken up.

"What song are you pronunciating?" asked Yumeng.

"The Elegy of Destiny." The Empress regained her divine power and her face was cold and sacred.

"Why is he not awake yet?" asked Yumeng again.

"He's awake."

As the empress finished speaking, Daozu slowly opened his eyes.

These eyes, which have been refined by time, are as bright as cold stars and are unfathomable.

The true Taoist ancestor can not be measured by portraits alone.

The way of heaven is above sentient beings, relying on the endless divine power. The Taoist ancestor is engraved by sentient beings, relying on the merits left to sentient beings.

All beings are equal, and there is no difference in teachings.

Ghosts and gods are in a dark state, thinking and self-esteem!

...

The Daozu's starry eyes turned and swept across everyone.

When I swept past Pojun, my eyes were filled with gentleness and pity, but when it fell on the empress, I was much more indifferent.

The empress sighed softly in her heart, he still belongs to the devil after all.

Everyone has obsessions. The obsessions of the Taoist ancestor are the devil's way. Life and death are all for the devil's way.

Xie Liuyun once played chess with Daozu in the soul-suppressing coffin, but when Daozu swept over him with his divine thoughts, he felt extremely complicated and felt lost.

There is only one thing that is the most proud thing in life, that is, playing chess with the Taoist Ancestor in the Soul-Suppressing Coffin. Now, the Taoist Ancestor swept his pride by gently gaze.

The country of heaven, the furnace of destiny, the abyss of sacrifice.

When the Taoist ancestor scanned the blood-soaked earth with his divine thoughts, fog appeared in his eyes.

The mist turned into water, condensed into tears, and fell on his cheeks.

No one thought that the Taoist ancestor would shed tears.

Xie Moling did not shed a single tear for the Demonic Way three thousand years ago. Later, he died on the Soul Cliff. The Demonic Way disciples shed tears for him for three thousand years.

Today, it was finally his turn to repay it.

The Taoist ancestor's divine thought swept across everyone, but he left behind the princess. From beginning to end, he did not look at her.

Yuan Rui's sadness is written on his face, and Feng Hua's sadness is frozen in his heart.

Sometimes the more indifferent and pure you are, the more fragile you are as glass.

He knew that everyone present was waiting for him to tell the truth.

But he couldn't speak, he didn't speak, and no one asked.

Feng Huan said before that if the Taoist ancestor could not save her husband, she would not recognize the Taoist ancestor.

However, when the Daozu really appeared in front of her, she found that she had lost the courage to blame.

Turning around silently, his back became more and more cold and lonely.

She was waiting for the Taoist ancestor to tell the truth. Before that, she had to put away all her fragile emotions and freeze her heart.

In the end, Daozu still did not tell the answer that everyone wanted to know the most.

He put away the gun of the Heavenly Thieves and slowly spoke at the sentient beings: "Let's go home..."

The home mentioned by the Taoist ancestor refers to the world.

The way of heaven has fallen, and these warriors who fight in the sky should return triumphantly.
Chapter completed!