Chapter 866 The origin of the realm and the mark of life

With the last punch, Chen Xun's anger had reached its peak, and the emotions like a torrent exploded in the world, like angry thunder exploding in the air.

His fists gathered thousands of years of anger, and the suppressed emotions surged toward Shi Rong like a surging torrent.

The power of this punch is like the wrath of heaven and earth in the realm, with the anger of all the spirits in the realm gathered at one point, like a star of raging flames, suddenly erupting from Chen Xun's fist, dyeing the entire sky of Shirong Realm. It became red!

"Shi Rong, the dog thief, fuck your mother!!!"

Chen Xun's facial features were distorted, a vast roar resounded through the sky, and his emotions surged like an endless torrent. That punch was like the incarnation of anger, slamming into Shirong!

Boom! ! !

The power that destroyed the heaven and earth exploded across the entire Shirong Realm. The sky cracked, flame-like light shone on the earth, the earth trembled violently, and yellow sand flew...

Shirong was penetrated by this punch through his immortal body, and the terrifying law of force passed through his body, and was still venting behind him like peerless flames, first passing through Shirong's world.

"what!!!"

He could no longer endure it at this moment, and let out a painful and deep roar. The sound was like a collapsed mountain peak, like the sound of sad wind, and like a shattered soul.

His body continued to tremble under the terrifying impact, and black blood spurted out from his mouth and nose like spring water.

Shirong is like a candle in the wind, crumbling, but still raising his hand with difficulty...

"Why is that you..."

"Why is that you!!"

A suppressed voice of extreme pain suddenly came. It was Chen Xun's voice. Shirong was shocked, and he gradually showed a pale smile: "I didn't expect you to come."

Shi Rong's words were old and decayed, but he didn't mean any resentment or blame, as if he was not the one being beaten.

At this moment, Chen Xun's eyes gradually turned blood red, and his chest kept rising and falling. He no longer looked like he was declaring war, and he no longer looked like the Taoist ancestor who fought bloody battles with the immortals in Tianhe and shook the three thousand worlds.

His silver hair gradually became messy, and a strand of hair was reflected in his eyes, which also reflected Shirong's appearance. In the mortal world, Shuangshu Alley...the old painting seller...!

"Chen Xun...I never wanted you to come."

"fart."

Chen Xun's whole body was shaking, his fisted hands were shaking, his eyes were shaking, and his voice was shaking, "You and Ye Qingyou have noticed me a long time ago, you... have noticed me a long time ago."

His voice was hoarse and growling, and his whole body was filled with chills. A feeling of emptiness permeated his whole body. The old man... Although he never admitted it with his mouth, he regarded him as a teacher in his heart and respected him very much.

"I'm old and can't remember anymore. I seem to only remember your names."

"Hei Niu likes to farm, He Ling likes to plant flowers, Xiao Chi seems to like to play with children, and Chen Xun... he likes to wander?"

"hehe..."

"Hahaha."

……

The past came to mind one by one, and Chen Xun's eyes were filled with thousands of emotions. He looked at the old blind man in disbelief, and still said in a trembling voice: "You... just let me... fill in the picture?! "

"This is how to fill the gap!"

The world is vast, and the voice of questioning continues to echo everywhere, for a long time.

"Cough cough cough..." Shi Rong suddenly coughed up blood, and the cold wind kept passing through his chest, but there was always a warm smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, "I... cough, from beginning to end... I have never plotted against you. .”

"They all think too complicatedly. I just want to attract the attention of the entire world and force the boundless human race to submit. The path for the descendants of the realm will be much broader, and they don't have to follow the same path as me."

Shirong looked up at the sky, his voice was old but still strong, and he was fatally wounded but still strong, "They all thought I was delaying, waiting for something, but in fact I never did."

"If I die, the hatred is cut off, and the road ahead is wide open, this is the best outcome."

"I have never thought about a life-and-death confrontation with the juniors of the Realm. Death is the best escape. Why continue the past of the Immortal Alliance? I just didn't expect that you would become an immortal too fast, too fast..."

Shirong sighed softly, "I was surprised, and the immortals of all races were surprised. You chose to sacrifice to the realm of Taoism, which shocked my heart like a river."

Ke Ding's guess was not wrong at the beginning. He was able to make a desperate move not because he could not see hope, but because he saw hope and did not want this hope to repeat the fateful past...

Chen Xun likes to wander.

He remembers.

Living beings born between heaven and earth should be at ease.

All he wanted was simple, he just hoped that Chen Xun could wander around in peace, and that thousands of creatures in the realm could wander around in peace and seek immortality freely.

He has never waited for anyone, and he has never considered anyone. In this life...he only counts himself.

Hua Fan sells paintings. He just likes to sell paintings there. A pot of turbid wine can make him feel at ease. The encounter with Chen Xun was never deliberate and could be called a fateful encounter.

From beginning to end, it was Chen Xun who met the old blind painting seller, not the old blind painting seller who met Chen Xun.

On the yellow sand land.

Chen Xun took a deep breath and his eyes were blank for a long time...

Shirong struggled to lift his legs, dragging his broken immortal body step by step towards Chen Xun.

He patted Chen Xun's arm lightly: "Chen Xun, that's enough. You have avenged your great revenge. All races in the world are willing to make way for you. You are worthy of the name of the one who opened the sky in the realm. Haha...I am not as good as you. "

"I have influenced the origins of the nine worlds and killed countless living beings in the world. I have also avenged the revenge of the realm. I have already done everything you want to do for you."

"In the years to come, live your life for yourself. You, Chen Xun, have never been selfish and lived an ignoble existence. Although I am blind, I have a clear mind."

Shi Rong's old words slowly echoed in the yellow sand, "Everything is over, isn't it..."

Chen Xun looked at Shirong with trembling eyes: "...Yes."

Tick tick...

The low sky suddenly started to rain, drenching the two of them and burying the yellow sand floating between the sky and the earth, clearly revealing the outlines of the two figures.

"Chen Xun..."

"...exist."

"How have your painting skills been over the years?" Shirong asked feebly, "My journey to immortality has ended here...although it doesn't have much color, it is still my most proud painting."

Chen Xun's lips suddenly trembled and he stood still for a long time without moving.

"Hehe, hehe, after all, it is still not perfect... The world is like this, the immortal way is like this."

Shirong took off his hand from Chen Xun's arm and walked staggeringly towards the alley in the distance, saying softly, "Chen Xun, I will fill the last gap and the blank this time..."

tread...

The sound of light and feeble footsteps resounded throughout the Shirong Realm. The mountains and rivers were collapsing, and the world was in chaos. Only the small alley still stood empty.

"Tiezhu! You're back!"

"Brother Zhuzi! Go catch fish!"

"Tie Zhu! The iron egg from the next village bullies the big yellow in our alley!"

……

The alley was very lively and the road was very long, as if it could never be completed in a lifetime. Shirong smiled, a bright smile. This world is never small, and life never needs to be exhausted.

Walking slowly along this road in the alley is his life, and this boundless sky is the boundless sky in his heart. He had drawn it a long time ago...

"Old sir!" came a shout from a distance.

"Chen Xun, the painting given to your family has the origin of the realm and the mark of life."

Shirong paused and did not turn around, "This is the last thing I can do for the realm. How to restore it? It's not enough for me to draw the road..."

"Chen Xun, go see these three thousand worlds on my behalf, and see the true immortal world in the future."

"My real name is Ying Zhiyi!"

"Your title... Shirongxian!"