The fairy godmother's match changed to take Long Aotian's script

Eternal universe, the beginning of the beginning.

There is no distinction between heaven and earth, yin and yang, and chaos shows that all existence has a tendency to increase entropy and disorder.

After a long period of time, the chaos evolved, and the primordial purple energy was born, and the beginning was cultivated from it.

The upper is clear and the lower is turbid, the clear air rises to the sky, and the turbid air sinks to the earth. The place where the purple air was born lingers and lingers, forming the prototype of the chaotic world. boundary.

Since then, the endless universe has felt something, and the sun and the sun are derived from it, and the sun and the moon rotate, dividing yin and yang.

The Dao runs, and the reason why the heaven and the earth can last forever is because it does not live on its own, so it can live forever.

Creatures reproduce and inherit, ups and downs follow each other, everything is natural, life and death, feeding back to the world.

Therefore, it does not rely on its own vitality, but lives forever and lasts forever.

At the moment of the birth of the Chaos Realm, there will be the birth of innate creatures.

He Zhen is like this.

She was raised by nature, at first it was a mass of invisible and chaotic primordial qi, because she got the original source, she gave birth to spiritual wisdom, and because she felt the difference between yin and yang, she transformed into a female body, and became a human form because of the love of heaven and earth.

When she came, she was sincere, so she wove the six qi into her clothes and drove the five elements into her steps.

She looked up at the sky, stepped on the ground with her feet, and she was unrestrained and carefree.

Until the wonderful sound of the Three Thousand Ways came to the world, the innate spirits transformed in response to the Tao, and the mysterious good fortune was derived again, and the primordial qi of heaven and earth was transformed into spiritual energy, so there were ancient immortals, real demons, and demon gods, and then the ten thousand spirits existed forever.

The woman with a snake tail and red hair and colored pupils was dressed in thousands of colors, with a totem spreading behind her. She rubbed He Zhen's head softly and said with a smile.

"Xiaohezhen, if you practice seriously, if you get one of the three thousand ways to echo, then you will be immortal."

He Zhen turned his head, and the three-headed body was quite delicate, but he said with doubts on his face: "But I was born to be a living being, and I coexist with all dharmas, why do I have to work hard?"

"Even if I'm not as good as you guys, I can last for a long time."

The woman with colorful pupils flashed deep eyes, smiled and shook her head.

"Xiaohezhen, you are still young and don't understand, it is pity to live forever, but if you want to live forever, none of us can do it."

"This world is unpredictable, and there is no conclusion, how can we stop?"

"You are born with an innate spirit so that you don't think about making progress, but what if you are just a dust, easily controlled in the palm of your hand?"

"I'm going to retreat, just to get the Dao, you, figure it out for yourself."

He Zhen didn't quite understand, and there was confusion between his brows, like thick autumn rain.

But Yaoguang left, and she flew into the universe, her mana circulated, she transformed into a star, in the same light as the sun and the moon, hiding in the sky of the Milky Way, hoping to prove the Dao.

He Zhen finally started to practice, instead of relying entirely on natural mana.

Once the innate beings practiced, they would occupy too many benefits, be loved by the heaven and the earth, and when the mind was immersed, there would be spiritual energy sweeping in, echoing itself with the heaven and the earth, and the supreme scriptures would then evolve into the foundation of practice.

She likes to move, so she never retreats and walks in the world.

He Zhen walked across the vast desert, the yellow sand was flying, she stepped on the scorching sand with bare feet, and looked at the dark green palm-shaped plants with interest, they did not have much aura but could take root in the desert, it really shocked her I feel that good fortune is wonderful.

The sharp long thorns she touched could not penetrate her skin, and the fragile life produced sharp thorns.

He Zhen suddenly felt emotional, but continued to move forward.

She does not practice very hard, and prefers to travel to mountains, rivers and seas.He Zhen walked through the misty and deep mist, saw the sunrise among the steep mountains, the moon shining on the great river, and used the disputes between all spirits and various races as a joke, walking in the deep mountains and bamboo forests, pretending to be an expert.

From an immature girl to a lithe girl, her appearance has also begun to change. She feels very happy and thinks it will last for a long time.

But when the moon is full, it loses, when the water is full, it overflows, and the ups and downs cycle, so it ushers in the destruction of heaven and earth, and returns to the ruins.

The innate souls who attained the Tao all shattered the void and left. The Dao is not destroyed, so they can live forever. They went to pursue a more mysterious realm, to see what it would be like to go forward from the place where the world was created.

But Hezhen can't do it. She enjoys the mountains and rivers, fishes for two days and dries the net for three days.

There is only chaos in the universe, and it changes to maintain a "balance".

"It" wants to develop and grow stronger, so it converges into "one" and abandons all the existing ones. He Zhen can't break free from all this and turns it into the nourishment of heaven and earth.

The primordial purple energy recondenses, takes the chaotic world as the core, escapes into the universe, and transforms into a more subtle world origin, and then the infinitely small thousand worlds are born, and the divine brilliance of the two stars of the moon and the sun is projected into each world, and it becomes day and night. .

Again and again into three, three times into all things.

At this point, the whole universe is completely complete, and the newly born Wanling is blessed with the power of the underworld, and returns with the momentum of wildfire.

He Zhen never held any resentment, she was born in the gift of heaven and earth, and passed away in heaven and earth again. Everything she did and did came from her heart, and she never felt sad.

It's just that seeing Sister Yaoguang coming out of the same way that day and leaving in shattering void, I was a little bit disappointed after all.

She clearly felt the kind of unwillingness to herself.

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The spring rain is as moist as crisp, penetrates into the black soil, and nourishes the countless grass seeds buried in the soil.

There is a grass seed that is quite special. Although she is an ordinary grass, she has developed intelligence. She hates the squeeze and humidity of the surrounding soil, and she also gets water nourishment from it and feels her own expansion.

Her epidermis was submerged in water and began to be soft and brittle, and it broke easily. She could feel that the accumulated nutrients became more abundant, the embryo began to elongate, and the radicle and germ gradually grew.

After a day or two, I finally broke through the soil cover and saw the dim morning glow, the yellow-red round sun that was about to be hidden in the clouds and mist.

She looked at the sinking cloudy sun, and a hot longing suddenly appeared in her heart.

As the days passed and the months moved, the grass sprouts grew, and the surrounding area was densely packed with new grass, which looked unremarkable, like a drop of water falling into the blue sea.

She likes the scorching and bright sunshine, and when it falls on her body, there is a burst of warmth. The roots that have penetrated into the deep soil carry water, she swallows the air in the air, and the green grass grows to provide nourishment for herself.

There was a sudden wind movement, from slight to violent, and in a blink of an eye it became sparse.

The wind knows the strength of the grass, her roots were deeply rooted in the soil, and most of the grass leaves above were swept away, but she survived dangerously.

The leaves were broken unevenly, and the pain was fine and dense. The wind was blowing from the sky. She looked towards it, but saw a group of boys and girls in white walking through the air, holding long swords, completely different from the plowmen and hunters who walked in the past .

She yearned for it again, as if longing for Yang Xi.There is no grass bud with wisdom like her around her, but she is never lonely, just confused. Now she suddenly feels the fog in front of her has cleared, and she has a great wish in her heart.

Why can't a piece of grass be as sharp as the sword in the monk's hand, cutting off the injustice of the world and the stars in the sky.