The gorgeous light shrouded Qianling Mausoleum, and the terrifying formation finally opened after waiting for two hundred years, and completed its destiny.

Li Shimin struggled hard, using a lot of martial arts to seek a glimmer of hope.

The woman in the dragon robe came to Li Shimin and looked at his handsome face calmly: "Your Majesty, please leave. This formation was designed by the master and perfected by Li Chunfeng. Finally, she sacrificed herself to set it up. You are destined to die here." A flame ignited her body.

Li Shimin looked at her coldly: "Don't think about it!" The golden dragon roared and rushed towards the woman in the dragon robe.

But the power accumulated in Qianling for two hundred years exploded and its huge power was not shaken by his own strength.

The woman in the dragon robe hugged him and said gently: "Your Majesty, do you still remember it? When I just entered the palace and was named a talented person by you..."

"Get out!" Li Shimin roared, trying to shake the woman in the dragon robe away, but it was difficult to do it. The flames caused by the formation continued on his body.

The woman in the dragon robe looked at him: "Your Majesty, everything is already destined, you can't escape, just like Master, he could not escape the fate of being killed by you back then."

The fire is even more gorgeous, the dazzling light illuminates everything dark, and the bright light is the ultimate brilliance and magnificence.

It's like the sun and the moon are in the sky.

Li Shimin roared: "Wu Zhao, I am not willing to give up!"

The woman in the dragon robe hugged him tightly: "Don't be afraid, I'm with you. In fact, I admire you more than your son, but fate has long been destined. I am the only empress in the ages. Master has promoted all this, but he has not been able to escape fate..."

The murmuring echoed, the fire burned to the extreme, the entire Qianling collapsed with a bang, and the ruins covered everything.

Looking at this scene, Yan Sheyou said: "What a beautiful flame, but unfortunately, after the ultimate beauty, it often represents destruction."

He jumped out and looked coldly at Qianling Mausoleum, which had become a wilderness, where two emperors who once ruled the land were buried.

But even if you are as noble as an emperor, dominate the world, and live thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, you will still be a handful of dust when you are here.

Who in the world can be immortal?

...

On the top of Maoshan Mountain, Sima Chengzhen stared at the twelve veins around his body, only the last two were left.

These are the last two shackles that shackled him in this world, and he wants to cut them away.

His figure has long been as vague as nothingness.

Standing in the air, he was like a banished immortal about to pass away.

Suddenly, the void he had established began to collapse, forming a hole. Without the slightest medium to support him, he was gradually swallowed by the nothingness.

He smiled and shouted, "Qiangyu!"

Another sword was slashed out.

This sword is invisible and has no sharp edge.

But after a sword, it cuts open the space, cuts open the outline of the world, and opens the gap between time and space, so that the vastness outside the world can be exposed at the tip of the iceberg.

Sima Chengzhen looked at the scenery outside the world calmly and murmured: "The last sword is still missing."

The only thing that binds him is the last one left.

Suddenly, an invisible force enveloped him.

His hair turned gray at a speed visible to the naked eye, and many wrinkles appeared on his face instantly. His whole body seemed to have been deprived of decades in an instant and became extremely old.

But he smiled.

He swung the last sword in this world.

So simple, so dull, so immortal!

"The universe is over!"

A sword came out, separating time, cutting away time, and transcending time.

The last vein also disappeared.

"The twelve meridians disappeared, Taichu was prehistoric, human origin returned to heaven, immortal originated from birth, and I became immortal from now on!" Sima Chengzhen took a last look at the world, and his figure disappeared into nothingness.

At the same time, a plain voice echoed in the ears of many powerful people in the world: "I, Sima Chengzhen, Emperor Xuan of Daomen, the 12th generation leader of Maoshan Sect, practiced the Four Jiazi, and achieved merits. Now I have passed away on the top of Maoshan. I will learn from you with my colleagues."

"Old Sima, you'll leave first after all!" A young man who was sleeping in a drowsy manner suddenly woke up and laughed and cursed at the sky. His name was Chen Tuan.

After scolding, he continued to go to bed.

"You ascend to yours, I'll sleep mine. When I'll go up to see you one day after I've had enough sleep."

In Zhongnan Mountain, an old Taoist with white hair and beard raised his head and stared at the sky, and Weiran said, "Since Master Chunyang, it is indeed your Sima Ziwei who has reached the peak of immortality."

At the same time, the figures of seven or eight monks, Taoists and Confucians sighed differently and felt differently.

Above Qianling, Yan She smiled at the corner of her mouth: "Master, if you are destined to be, we might see you again."

He looked at Guo Quer: "Master, what do you think now?"

Guo Que'er was stunned and Weiran said, "He is indeed thousands of times better than me. It's a wise decision to give up comparing with him."

Song Wentong and his sisters walked out of Qianling Mausoleum and sighed: "Sima Xianchang is worthy of being the best figure who has appeared in the Taoist sect for hundreds of years. They cut off the bonds of heaven and man and became immortal. In this state, the last one to reach Lu Zu."

Yan She looked at the two of them with a smile: "I would like to ask a question, what is the Longquan treasure?"

While speaking, he glanced at Guo Que'er. The latter felt an invisible pressure and took out a wooden box helplessly and threw it to him: "Are you still afraid that I will embezzle it? Am I that kind of person?"

Yan She took the box, took out the Tianmu Gu that Hou Qing gave him to "kept" and untie the Miaojiang Holy Gu on it.

Song Wentong and his sister looked at each other, and finally Song Wenmo clasped his fists and said, "The so-called Longquan treasure is actually an immortal thing written by Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng in the past. I think you should have heard of it."

After saying this, the two left here.

Yan She's eyebrows and eyes moved and murmured: "Is it a work of Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng combined, is it..."

He opened the box, and there was a booklet inside, with a total of sixty pages.

Guo Quier said with a strange look: "It turns out to be Tuibei Tu. This thing does have the power to change the world..."

Yan She ignored her and looked carefully at the sixty pages of paper full of prophecies. Her face suddenly became extremely solemn, and she murmured: "There is actually such a way..."

Guo Quier frowned and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Yan She looked up at her: "I'm leaving too."

"Aren't it?" Guo Qu'er looked up at the sky, "Are you going to learn from my junior brother?"

She said in disbelief.

Yan She did not answer her question and pointed to the last piece of the sixty pages.

Guo Qu'er looked at it and was a little dazed.

"The power of Xuanming Sect and Daliang belongs to you. I may come back or may never come back."

As the words fell, a light flashed, and he disappeared without a trace.

Guo Que'er stared blankly at the empty space and said nothing for a long time.

After a long time, she thought about the content of the last page, stood on a high place, and looked at the rivers and mountains, murmured:

"One yin and one yang, there is no beginning or end.

The end is the end, and the beginning is the beginning.”

"Seeking in the vast sky, the rise and fall of the world is not free.

There are so many things that cannot be said... It is better to push your back and go back!"

"Go back and go!"

PS: The end of this volume is a bit abrupt, and the world view is very large, but not much is written. However, the name of this volume is "The Bad People in the Painting World". If you continue to write it, it has nothing to do with the Bad People.

And just like the last sentence, "It's better to push back and go back and rest."
Chapter completed!