These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 1228 Defeated without a fight
Ning Zheng remained silent.

For a moment, I didn’t know how to describe what happened in the [future].

From the [past] to the [present], in order to cross the border, they traveled a long distance and risked their lives. When they saw the scene on the other side, Chang Zhen Xianzun was in despair.

But from [now] to [future], when we tell the future scene on the other side, isn’t it a more despairing story?

The future is not as beautiful as imagined, nor is it a paradise.

Because in the future, we must become the God of Destruction.

In the [future] you, you must become the person you once hated the most.

Ning Zheng suddenly felt uncontrollable depression and despair, and didn't know how to explain it to him.

This universe is too depressing and too despairing.

"Tell me." Immortal Chang Zhen suddenly said.

Ning Zheng stretched out her finger and pointed, and the memory merged into her mind.

The face of the Immortal Master Chang Zhen became increasingly paler and weaker, as if he had aged countless years in an instant. He exuded a heavy aura of desolation, as if he was heading towards death at any time.

“History is a spiraling closed loop, and we are all on the same path.”

"In the past, I longed to be a hero, to overcome all obstacles and slay the evil dragon called the God of Destruction."

"Now, I have reached the pinnacle and become the Immortal Lord Wu Chang who is capable of realizing his ambitions."

"In the future, I killed the evil dragon, wiped out the immortals, and eradicated the corruption, but the dragon slayer became the new god of destruction."

He murmured, looking at the busy traffic below, his tone was difficult, and suddenly his heart was empty, "It's so uncomfortable, what are we pursuing?"

Past, present and future. "Ning Zheng" walks along the timeline, which is also the life journey of the protagonists of most times.

Childhood, growth, peak.

From weak to strong, from new to decay, from hero to dragon.

The Holy Spirit is like this, the painter is like this, and so am I.

Ning Zheng suddenly remembered the long sigh from the Holy Spirit Immortal Venerable, as if a gust of wind was echoing in her heart:

Born here, raised here, and died here, you and I are no exception, unless we enter the ultimate transcendence.

"Do you want to fight me?"

Ning Zheng suddenly said: "You just wanted to kill me, and then realize your ambition and save your former Taoist friends. You have shouldered too much."

Jiumu Qingdu is killing each other, let alone myself who is in a different parallel world and has a different growth experience?
Fight.

Only one of you is the winner.

Ning Zheng had anticipated this, and Immortal Chang Zhen had also been prepared.

This is the decisive battle that is bound to happen between them. All the honorable positions will be gathered together. Auspiciousness, disaster and impermanence will become one and the destiny will be realized.

"I wanted to fight, but in this world, forget it."

He suddenly fell silent, feeling a little overwhelmed, and suddenly said: "In the [future], there will be many young heroes like us who resist the God of Destruction, and various civilization organizations similar to the [Round Table]?"

"a lot of."

"Did you kill them?"

"killed."

"Killed randomly?"

"I didn't. They were all killed at random by the painter."

"What are they roaring about?"

"Dreams? Ideals? Then they rushed forward. They were not afraid of death. They talked about brotherhood, hugged their friends and cried, and carried their fellow Taoists on their backs. They lived for freedom, showing their sharpness and vigor."

"Very young and energetic?"

"Just like the group of round-table comrades who supported each other in my memory." Looking at the people coming and going under the high-rise building, Ning Zheng chatted with another self.

Immortal Chang Zhen talked about his most painful past, telling the name, identity, ideals and favorite foods of each fallen fellow Taoist.

Gradually, the black-clad Ning Zheng, who was full of fighting spirit, became old and wrinkled as if a deflated balloon as he spoke.

Dense wrinkles covered his frail body, and his face was covered with fine age spots.

Immortal Chang Zhen was stunned. "What am I expecting? I escaped from the [past] to the [present], and from the [present] to the [future]. Every encounter is more desperate."

"Our world is so miserable. Perhaps we are born to suffer and endure the cycle of history."

"We can't break free."

The air was suddenly silent, everything was still, the whole world was silent.

The setting sun was as red as blood, and the streets were filled with pedestrians from Blue Star. Suddenly, their noisy voices were heard.

They scrolled through their phones, with occasional laughter breaking out between couples. They chatted about tomorrow's work, complained about their boss's capitalist behavior, and talked about all the big and small things in life.

Because of ignorance, we are happy.

After a long silence, he suddenly smiled.
"I won't fight you anymore. Everything is meaningless. What if I win? Become the Supreme Destiny and revive them? Change their fate of death?"

He revealed a hint of sarcasm and murmured, "Then, rot with them, become the God of Destruction, become the person we hate the most, sit in high places one after another, and kill the young and passionate heroes who want to overthrow us?"

He sighed, his eyes revealing a trace of nostalgia and longing, "No, instead of that, please keep them in my memory and become an eternal picture of young heroes."

"Please let them imprint themselves in my heart forever, instead of being resurrected and rotting with me."

"Fate is unpredictable, fate is unpredictable." The old man lost his fighting spirit and his energy. He left his last words in a low voice and disappeared between heaven and earth.

"Go, other me, do what you want to do."

"Become destiny, master destiny, and then transcend destiny."

His last voice echoed in the air. Ning Zheng just remained silent, feeling his endless loneliness and pain, as if she heard the sound of shattering as his figure disappeared.

That is the sound of dreams being shattered.

"I originally thought that you and I would have to fight," Ning Zheng whispered softly.

Ning Zheng was already prepared, but he was not sure of winning.

Because this person is too strong.

Despair didn't kill him.

Suffering made him stronger.

But now, the murderer who killed this man who had struggled bravely for more than 15 million years was not Ning Zheng, but fate and the despair of this universe.

At this moment, watching the other self disappear, Ning Zheng could only be silent, silent, endless silence.

No mortal can escape the fate of birth, old age, sickness and death.

Just like no strong person can escape the cycle of youth to old age to corruption.

The world is a circle, and those who slay dragons will become evil dragons.

Wow.

The next second, Ning Zheng suddenly clasped her hands together.

Good fortune, bad luck, impermanence.

The three aspects merge into one, and the ultimate supreme immortal of destiny is born.

Suddenly, there was a tremor between heaven and earth, and all beings felt that the last piece of the puzzle of the entire world was completely completed, the seat of the universe was filled, and the Tao was sound.

The ultimate era has been born.

(End of this chapter)