Qing Ming

Looking at the flowers in the fog is finally a layer away, but Liu Qiankun actually saw a white-robed god who looks exactly like himself interpreting every past event of his long life, like a scene of ups and downs In the feature film, the white-robed god-man is the legendary god of rebellion, Qingdao Emperor, known as the No.1 pinnacle existence of the God Realm.

The scene in the picture changed again. The white-robed god-man sat alone in a vast sea of ​​clouds, with a long sword between his knees, and his brows were frowning, as if he was thinking hard about something.After a long time, he finally moved, clasping the long sword with five fingers and shaking his hand.A ray of white light pierced the sword, and the sea of ​​clouds in the distance was divided into two. Looking at the white mark extending to the endless distance, the white-robed god shook his head thoughtfully, and shook the handle in his hand. The long sword suddenly turned into fragments scattered across the sky.

"From today onwards, I am the Dao of Heaven..." The white-robed god-man overlooked the vast sea of ​​clouds below him, and a powerful aura spread from his feet, and all the clouds and mists were swept away in a blink of an eye. The sleeves of the robe fluttered lightly, and mountains rose slowly from his feet.Waving the sleeves, the sky cracks, and then waving the sleeves, mountains, rivers and rivers appear... two white robe sleeves are flying like huge floating cabbage butterflies, opening up the world and transforming all things.

A brand new world was miraculously born under the pair of fluttering robe sleeves, and the white-robed god raised his palms, and a majestic palace stood on the top of the mountain, blending in with the surrounding scenery, just like it was originally. Should stand here in general.

In the picture, the white-robed god changed his sword again, and came to a wild land permeated with the breath of death. A group of ugly demon gods rushed at the white-robed man with their teeth and claws. Huge body, strong limbs contain unparalleled power.

The white-robed god-man still had that smile on his mouth, he raised his palm, and a sword flew out vaguely, as if there were no living beings in his field of vision, the sword had no light, and turned into nothingness.All the demon gods in front disappeared out of thin air like this, delicate flowers bloomed in the barren land, and a touch of new green spread out like an unfolded carpet, and the earth once again glowed with vitality.

In the picture, the white-robed god is leaning on the milky white throne, holding a green fruit in his hand, and a group of gods and men are crawling under them. They are bowing their heads and worshiping, but they don't know that they are far inferior to that one in the eyes of the white-robed god. Jerky green fruits are more attractive.The white-robed god-man laughed again, and a magnetic voice rang out: "Leave the fruit." After speaking, he raised his palm, and the green fruit floated up, turned into three in the air, and fell into the three old gods. in the palm of a person.

"Xie Dijun!" The old man Sanwei had tears in his eyes, but his voice was extremely calm, because the three green fruits were actually held in their palms.

As soon as the picture turned, the white-robed god was still sitting on the throne, but His Highness stood proudly with several indifferent gods, one of them was holding a roll of golden silk in his hand, and said loudly: "Emperor Qingdao, are you really so good?" Are you unwilling to obey the destiny?"

The white-robed god-man smiled coldly: "My fate is up to me, I am the sky." His words were full of mystery but also arrogant.

"Hmph! Arrogant..." The man holding the scroll was about to say something more, his face froze suddenly, and then a faint bloodstain stretched out from the top of his head, snap!His whole body was shattered like a shattered lens, including of course the golden silk in his hand.

Liu Qiankun, who had always been a bystander, didn't see any movement of the white-robed god-man, only noticed that he had glanced at the Broken God-man before.

"You..." There was a trace of surprise on the faces of the other two gods, and they stretched out their fingers to point at the white robe gods, but they heard two cracking sounds, and their arms turned into mist in vain. The words were evaporated before they were spoken.

"Go back and tell fate. From today onwards, Emperor Qing will rebel against fate. Not only me, but thousands of gods and men will also rebel with me, hahaha..." The heroic laughter echoed in the hall, and the two Shenren covered his broken arm and left angrily.

Most of the scenes after that were killings. Rows of gods and men fell under Qingdi's sword, but there were more and more figures following him behind him, divine beasts, divine birds, demons, demons, gods... When Qingdi once again stood in front of the void At that moment, a dense crowd of figures knelt down at their feet, and shouts like a tsunami shook the heavens and the earth, but there was only one voice: "Qingdi, against fate..."

In this scene, Liu Qiankun also felt the blood boiling all over his body, but he also found that since Emperor Qing chose to rebel against his fate, the smile on his face had quietly left and was replaced by a stern face, as if he had never changed for thousands of years. Snow-capped peaks.

Liu Qiankun suddenly felt a heartache, he could clearly feel the loneliness in Emperor Qing's heart, and the deep loneliness behind everything in the world.

Emperor Qing, don't smile any more, the pure baby-like smiling face is no longer there, instead, he is accompanied by the sword in the endless years, with the sword in hand, looking up to the sky.

"Idiot, is it worth it?" Liu Qiankun was heartbroken and regretful. Unknowingly, his emotions had been drawn by the lonely Qing Emperor. Perhaps it was because of the similarities between the two of them.Qingdi is lonely and arrogant, with a hot heart under his indifferent appearance. Rather than saying that he is a god who is above the top of the gods, it is better to say that he is more like a helpless and passionate person.

Bearing the hopes and beliefs of too many beings, he is the supreme existence.

Liu Qiankun quickly scanned the last few pictures, and saw the three old gods kneeling opposite the Qing Emperor, they seemed to be begging for something, and there was a dull red-haired man beside the Qing Emperor, Liu Qiankun did not He is no stranger, because he is the Chiran that he once knew in Suolong Valley.

Qing Emperor smiled, stroked his sword lightly, then turned his palm and took out a sky-blue long-necked jade bottle, uncorked the bottle, and closed his eyes.A white mist slowly overflowed from between Qingdi's eyebrows, turned into a straight thin column and threw it into the jade bottle. After a long time, Qingdi opened his eyes again, carefully plugged the bottle and handed it to an old god. The smile on his face was very forced, and Liu Qiankun only felt another colic in his heart.

Qingdi's back slowly disappeared into the distance, and all the pictures finally disappeared, but that inexplicable emotion has already filled Liu Qiankun's mind, very painful and helpless.

The primordial spirit in his brain opened his eyes, and traces of white air lingered around him endlessly.

"Are you in pain?" Yuanshen finally began to say a word, and a trace of white air penetrated into his nostrils instantly, making his small body tremble.

"You are very clear, we are one person, you are Emperor Qing..." Yuanshen spoke lightly, and another trace of white air took the opportunity to get into his mouth, and his body trembled again.

(Third update, unconstrained thinking, the most different plot, how do you all feel? If so, give it a slap!)