Chapter 345: Cut off the earth and heaven! Celestial Master perishes

All things in the human world pass by like the west wind, only the Cang River flows day and night.

The surging Pearl Lake water once witnessed the greatness and legend of this lineage, and once wailed for the decline and burial of this lineage.

That night, red blood stained the tide lake, and white bones were buried in the hills.

More than thirty years have passed, and who still remembers the former glory of this lineage?

The remaining survivors are just ghosts walking in the cracks of the human world. Meeting old acquaintances again, gray hair has already grown, time has already taken away the brilliant youth, and only the blood and hatred, killing and fighting of this lineage remain in that old body.

Zhang Tianyang, when this name was spoken by the North Zhang Celestial Master, echoing on the long and abandoned old street, the heaven and earth were in dead silence, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Yuan Yuan Tian Du's gray eyebrows stood up, and Qiu Shangqing's expression was ugly.

Two great Celestial Masters, one from the Bai He Temple, one from the Pure Yang Qiu family, both participated in the massacre more than thirty years ago, naturally knowing what this name meant.

"Zhang Qiuba, you are also old. The Celestial Master Realm is already the peak. How much further can you go, how long can you live... why kill them all?"

Zhang Tianyang murmured softly. He walked slowly, his figure gradually slowing down, looking like a dying old man, guarding this old place that had already turned into ruins.

"Zhang Tianyang, your life is really big. You actually didn't die in that great calamity?" Zhang Jing-shen's voice was heavy, a complex look rising in his eyes.

The Long Hu Zhang family, although divided into north and south, lived in harmony for a period of time, respecting the south and looking at the north. The second-generation disciples communicated with each other, exchanged frequently, knew each other's roots, and had many friendships.

Like Zhang Tiansheng, Zhang Tianyang were second-generation disciples of the South Zhang lineage.

Zhang Jing-shen was a second-generation disciple of the North Zhang lineage.

When they were young, they also gathered together, drank and talked, discussed Dao techniques, and refined cultivation.

That was the last peace of the Long Hu Zhang family.

"The way of heaven damages the surplus and makes up for the deficiency. Heaven favors the weak and does not like the strong. Among the brothers, I am the most unpromising, so I survived." Zhang Tianyang said in a low voice.

"Yes..." Zhang Jing-shen was silent for a moment, his eyelids lifted slightly, saying with deep meaning.

"Among you three brothers, Zhang Tianqi was the most powerful, Zhang Tiansheng was the most intelligent, and as for you, you were the most low-key..."

"Only by being low-key can one live long. If a tree is beautiful in the forest, the wind will surely destroy it. I think they should also know this principle... but the banner of the South Zhang eventually needs someone to carry it. If someone walks in the sun, someone must live in the shadow."

"So, like a mouse, you hid in the shadows and lingered until today?" Zhang Jing-shen sneered.

"Yes, I am old, guarding here, and only lingering on."

No waves rose on Zhang Tianyang's old face. He murmured softly, as if pouring out to the years, feeling for the heaven and earth.

"The people of the South Zhang are all dead. What is the meaning of you living? Revenge?" Zhang Jing-shen shook his head coldly.

"Once a thought of resentment arises, a million barrier gates open... just this one thought, and one enters a dead end."

"Zhang Tianyang, you are really living more and more backward."

Once these words were spoken, everyone was indifferent, and there was no echo on the cold street.

Practitioners must avoid delusions. Emotion and desire are restless, thoughts fly, and the great calamity is not far away.

Zhang Jing-shen's words meant that the South Zhang had been destroyed. If one still wanted to take revenge, then it was violating the taboo of practitioners...

Not entering the Long Hu gate when born, not in the Zhang family gate when dead.

"Yes, the people of the South Zhang died long ago. The world is vast, and only I am left drifting alone..."

Zhang Tianyang murmured softly, his figure becoming increasingly lonely.

He was the lingering sound of that era, the last tomb keeper of the South Zhang. He had witnessed the glory of this lineage and experienced the decline of this lineage.

He was the true South Zhang disciple, the last pure blood descendant. The world was vast, and no one could understand his loneliness.

"I am old, and I am about to die. Can you leave that line of life?" Zhang Tianyang sighed.

He was like a dying old man, begging for the last light from heaven and earth.

Zhang Jing-shen's expression was cold, and he shook his head: "The people of the South Zhang should not live..."

"Considering the feelings of the old incense, I can give you face and leave you a whole corpse."

Zhang Jing-shen's voice was clear and loud, like a heaven's law that could not be violated, echoing on the cold street.

This was already his last mercy and grace.

Pairs of cold eyes fell on Zhang Tianyang, ruthless and cold, as if seeing off this survivor of the South Zhang lineage.

Zhang Tianyang lowered his gaze. He moved, taking a step forward slowly. That step seemed to be separated by thirty years of time, and his figure aged a few more years.

"Once a thought of resentment arises, a million barrier gates open, the gates open and corpses are buried on the spot..."

Suddenly, Zhang Tianyang murmured softly, one hand reaching out, but there was flowing light surging at his fingertips.

"Then all die!"

Rumble...

Suddenly, a shocking aura surged, the clouds cracked, the sky was terrified, the pale moon lost its color, and the great stars had no light.

The long and ancient old street was shaking, the houses on both sides were collapsing, and cracks spread along the ground toward the surroundings.

Between heaven and earth, a strange phenomenon rose proudly.

That was a hexagram.

"This is..."

"Upper Qian, Lower Kun!?"

The soul-aspect observed, seeing that strange hexagram as if engraved between heaven and earth, branded within the universe, enveloping the entire old street inside.

"Cut off the earth and heaven!" Zhang Tianyang murmured softly.

At this moment, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, actually revealing a smile, a cold, cruel, yet excited and high-spirited smile.

"Divine Divination!?" Zhang Jing-shen's expression changed drastically, spitting out a name.

"He said, one day, on this ruin, people will still die, but it shouldn't be the people of the South Zhang anymore..."

"So, he left this hexagram."

Zhang Tianyang said indifferently, the "he" in his mouth naturally referring to Zhang Tiansheng.

"This hexagram, I have drawn for thirty years..."

As the words reached this point, Zhang Tianyang looked at the three great Celestial Masters, his expression becoming increasingly indifferent.

"Thirty years, no matter how many lives, they have to be filled in."

Rumble...

As the words fell, the two layers of hexagrams between heaven and earth gradually merged. Upper Qian, Lower Kun, that was the 【Fou】 hexagram.

The Fou hexagram is a great ominous hexagram. Heaven and earth do not intersect, all things are blocked, the four seasons do not pass, the five Qi do not move, all things are killed, and everything enters emptiness.

"Kill!"

Zhang Jing-shen gave a fierce roar and finally moved. However, he only took one step and noticed something strange.

A great expert in the Celestial Master Realm, heaven and man are one, the human heart is the heart of heaven.

However, at this time, he seemed to be cut off from the connection with heaven and earth, and even his soul-aspect was imprisoned, trapped in the Spirit Platform, and he couldn't drive it.

This feeling was more dangerous and more incredible than entering the Great Night Without Light.

"You..."

Qiu Shangqing and Yuan Yuan Tian Du also noticed that something was wrong. Their expressions were solemn, and they no longer had their previous composure.

Even as Celestial Masters, facing things beyond their cognition, they couldn't maintain a state of no thoughts.

"This hexagram is the most ominous hexagram..."

Zhang Tianyang said indifferently.

In the myths and legends of China, cutting off the earth and heaven is one of the most mysterious and important great events.

Cutting off the earth and heaven, man and god are separated, gods do not descend to the earth, man does not ascend to heaven, from then on heaven and man are forever separated, immortal and mortal are different.

Fou hexagram, Upper Qian, Lower Kun, the sky rises, the earth sinks, which is cutting off from top to bottom, corresponding to the image of 【Cutting off the earth and heaven】.

Rumble...

In the area where the old street was, heaven and earth seemed to be roaring, the universe seemed to be shaking, the space was wonderful, everything seemed to turn into particles, vibrating at a very terrifying frequency.

The frequency of this vibration could annihilate all soul-aspects that got close into dust.

Bang bang bang...

In an instant, many experts observing with their soul-aspects perished at this moment, their form and spirit disappeared, leaving only a residual body.

Hum...

Zhang Fan's soul-aspect returned to his orifice, not daring to observe at all. Looking with his eyes, he only saw the sky above the old street, faintly misty, cutting off all directions. Without observing with the soul-aspect, one could no longer see the true wonder within.

"Great terror... great terror... that heaven and earth have changed..." Lou Hechuan's gaze jumped, shocked and speechless.

At this moment, that old street seemed to become a dead end for cultivation, more terrifying than the Great Night Without Light by a thousand times.

"If the soul-aspect does not come out, it is like an immortal in heaven being demoted to the mortal world..."

Zhang Jing-shen's words were cold, and a sinister and ferocious look finally appeared on his originally calm face.

In this great ominous hexagram, they were like immortals demoted to the mortal world, reduced to ordinary people, with no more supernatural powers.

"Cutting off the earth and heaven, immortal and mortal are different... as long as you are in this red dust, you are just ordinary people."

Zhang Tianyang said indifferently. There was no light in his eyes, as if in his eyes, these three great Celestial Masters were no different from ants.

Rumble...

The ground of the old street completely collapsed, and pale light surged into the sky, illuminating a black sky curtain.

At this very moment, Zhang Jing-shen, Qiu Shangqing, and Yuan Yuan Tian Du seemed to feel the breath of death, their whole bodies shrouded in that pale white.

"Born and raised, you two brothers..."

Zhang Jing-shen gritted his teeth. He stretched out his hand, as if wanting to pass through this vast white light and dye his fingers on the residual shadow close at hand.

"Zhang Qiuba, when you stepped into the old land of the South Zhang and stained your hands with blood back then, did you ever think that you would die in the hands of our two brothers today?"

"These thirty-plus years of extra life are what you earned for nothing."

The corners of Zhang Tianyang's mouth raised slightly, and a smile appeared on his indifferent face, hiding endless madness in the coldness.

"Destroy all!"

Rumble...

The hexagram he had drawn for thirty years finally froze into the most beautiful picture today. The vast pale white dissolved between heaven and earth, illuminating the cold night.

Yin and Yang do not intersect!

Heaven and earth absolute kill!

Qin Gu Town, many ordinary people were alarmed, waking up from their dreams one after another, sticking their heads out, looking outside the window, looking at the night sky stained by the pale white.

Bang bang bang...

The dilapidated old street had already turned into ruins. Everything in front was white. Zhang Jing-shen's palm was still suspended in mid-air, but his figure, his flesh and blood... all dissipated, leaving only pale white bones.

Qiu Shangqing and Yuan Yuan Tian Du also had their form and spirit destroyed.

Three great Celestial Masters died just like that, like ordinary people, died in the human world...

Died in the red dust!

Died on the road to longevity!

"What kind of power is this!"

In the gloomy back street, Ge Shuangxiu sat by the roadside, naked on his upper body, his sweat steaming, turning into white mist and dissipating.

Ge Changfeng, Qiu Wanmian, and Wang Qi had long fallen at his feet, less than ten meters away.

These people had their vitality cut off, without half a breath.

However, Ge Shuangxiu didn't even look. He raised his head, looking at the vast white expanse, only feeling boundless fear.

This kind of power could behead a Celestial Master, as if it shouldn't belong to the human world.

"The sky has fallen!"

Lou Hechuan looked at the white light surging into the sky, looking at the night illuminated, his heart sank to the bottom in an instant.

He knew that something big had happened.

The fall of a Celestial Master is no small matter. There must be strange phenomena, the night like broad daylight, the sun and moon turning upside down...

He was not worried about how to block the public's mouth. After all, there were precedents for this. Natural gas leakage, pipeline explosion, abnormal weather, etc., these reasons could be picked up at hand, and there were even a dozen versions of the prepared draft.

At this time, Lou Hechuan was worried about how to explain to the people above and how to face the upcoming uproar.

After all, a Celestial Master is dead!

At this moment, the shock in Zhang Fan's heart was equally indescribable.

He had seen the battle of Celestial Master-level figures before, and the great battle between Laoshan Guan Master Li Chengge and the Lord of the Jianggong Ming Shenshou that day still left a deep impression.

There was also the melee between the three great Celestial Masters for the Heaven and Earth Spirit Fetus, which was even more intense.

That kind of mystery, even with Zhang Fan's cultivation, could only observe its form, difficult to see its truth.

Even so, in the two great battles, no Celestial Master perished.

After all, that was an existence standing at the peak of cultivation, each one could be called peerless...

Each one was a life beyond the scope of secular understanding.

Such an existence, between each other, might have gaps, but as transcendent lives, they were invincible and should also be immortal.

This was the truth that all practitioners defaulted to.

But today, three great Celestial Masters perished, and they perished right before his eyes.

This kind of life and death transcended the life and death of ordinary people. How could Zhang Fan not be shocked?

He also didn't expect that this game within a game formed to hunt Chen Long would end with such a result.

Three great Celestial Masters drank hatred and broke their halberds. The Bai He Temple, the Pure Yang Qiu family, and the North Zhang lineage all became losers, suffering heavy losses.

After all, a Celestial Master was a top combat power, comparable to a nuclear weapon. Dying like this, for a sect or clan, was not only a loss of strength but also a fall of luck, a destruction of foundation, and could even affect the inheritance of incense and the lifeblood of the sect.

Just like the Qiu family, there were only two Celestial Masters in total. Qiu Shangqing died, and the Qiu family's strength was halved.

Whoosh...

On the old street, the pale white halo dissipated slowly, dust flew, and everything seemed to return to calm.

Zhang Tianyang looked up, a night wind blew, blowing away the three white bones standing in the night, turning into dust and falling.

"Old, naturally should die."

Zhang Tianyang sighed leisurely. He took a step forward and disappeared from where he was.

In the Zhang family ancestral home, in the quiet courtyard, Lou Hechuan's body shook fiercely. His eyes blurred, and he saw one

"You..."

Zhang Fan's gaze tightened, and he suddenly snapped back to reality. He looked at the old man who painted before him, or rather, at his own Third Grandfather, his heart filled with a thousand emotions.

Just a moment ago, this old man, who seemed on the verge of death, had killed three Celestial Masters!

"Third... Third Master..." Lou Hechuan looked at Zhang Tianyang, subconsciously took a step back, and said tremblingly.

Hearing this, Zhang Tianyang lifted his eyelids slightly and swept a indifferent glance at Lou Hechuan.

"Oh, it's little Lou."

(End of chapter)