The fish looked at the small world in front of him.

In this world of ink painting, countless lives are like tadves, and they wander wildly in this world full of light and fresh water ink.

They are looking for a breakthrough, they are looking for a way out of this world.

They can be seen so clearly by the gargling fish that they are already the top creatures in the ink world.

Although the fish can completely destroy this fragile world with a breath, she did not do so, just quietly look at this small world, watching it from calm to boiling, and finally, bursting a little ink, and then completely dead and dying.

“The moon in the water, the flowers in the mirror, everything is nothing but a falsehood.”The world, perhaps, is but a long picture in the eyes of others. . . .

The fish suddenly realized.

The outside, the body of the fish, quietly collapsed.

The whole body, completely reduced to invisible, only in place, leaving a small black spot.

This is the cave of the fish, the strongest thing she has left in the world.

And now, this little black spot is beginning to collapse.

"Mother..." Mu Yu looked at the hole in the sky, two tears.

The cavern collapses, and the fish will die completely.

Even the spring gods and others are only dead, and the cave is still alive.

When the hole completely collapsed, from the inside, suddenly burst out a vigorous force.

In the midst of endless destruction, in the endless collapse, the outbreak of new life.

A bright light shone throughout Kyushu.

Mu Yu hurried to close his eyes.

Even the White Emperor, who controlled the authority of light, could not look directly at this little light.

The light is so familiar.

The fish appeared quietly.In her hand, she held the broken but still rotating empty mother.

And that little light, in her belly, kept shining.

Kim Dan's Land!

Or maybe it’s called destruction.

Or, call it a habitat.

In the midst of destruction, they are born again.

The fish fully understood why the golden lady said that the golden lady said that the destruction of this world, it can fly.

She gently opened the tears in the corner of her eyes: "Mother takes you to the fairy world."

...

The broken mountaintop of Kunlun, roared, broke a huge hole.

Beneath this huge hole, hovering two huge continents.

Kyushu, with the Tengen Continent.

The whole life of the sea and the sea is gathered in these two continents.

The rest of the people . . . have already exhausted their lives in the process of planning the ascension of the gargoyle fish.

In the two continents that circled, there was a small but clear point of light.

This light is the fish.

“Fuck off!”

With her angry drink, the empty mother in her hand, spun rapidly.

Around it, countless stars appear, and all the planets in the mountains and seas that have lost their lives are eventually refined into part of the emptiness motherland.

Although life on these planets is dead, the planet's own star power has not died.

With the anger of the fish, the empty mother-to-be rotated rapidly, and then the Kyushu and Tianyuan mainland also rotated rapidly.

The great power, breaking the big hole on the top of the Kunlun mountain, tearing the bigger.

Rumble.

The endless gray indigestion, pouring down.

“Hang up!”

With the roar of the fish, with the emptiness motherto as the core, the two rotating continents emitted a force, to the gray indignation, in the void.

Then, like a drill, the two continents circled each other and rushed straight up...

...

Along the seaside, there is a magnificent temple.

The temple, on the top of the peak, on the cliff.Below it is the waves.

This endless wave of indignation, every time you slap, will corrod this mountain a layer.

Although the mountains are extremely large, under the corrosion of countless years, the temple above it has been completely emptied.

A lonely white-clad monk quietly looked at the bitter sea below.

A loud noise.

The bitter sea boils.

Two circling continents rise from the sea of bitterness.

Below them, countless iniquity, like the octopus's tentacles, bounced into the air, as if trying to pull the two continents back into the sea of misery.

On these two continents, the edges have long since been reduced to gray.

Just listen to the roar, the two continental edges, broke apart, fell down.

The speed of the two continents is accelerating.

It’s like finally getting rid of the burden.

The iniquity tentacles below were hit by the gray-white fragments that fell off the two continents, and they could only give up helplessly.

“Successful!We have arrived in the world!”

Endless cheers rose on two continents.

“Successful, is this the world of Ji Yuan?”

The fish looked around, and a lonely breath came slowly.

The cheers on Kyushu and Tengen Continent gradually disappeared.

Everyone found out that something seemed wrong.

The fish took the Kyushu and Tengen continent and floated high above.

Here, the two continents rotate on their own, rippling the gray indignation in the air.

The fish, with the Mingguang, Lu Xian and Muyu, fell to the ancient temple on the top of the mountains below.

Ask about the situation first.

The fish landed in front of the beautiful monk.

“Master, I am waiting to fly from the lower boundary and want to know...”

The fish suddenly stopped talking.

The monk in front of her, smiling, seemed to be watching her.

But the fish knew that his smile had not changed for many years.

This handsome monk, whose body has long been grayish-white, is like a stone statue, and I don't know how many thousands of years it has stood here.

“Come on in, look in.”The fish sighed, and then walked to the ancient temple.

Looking at the temple, he suddenly froze.

Hanging Temple!

These three words have been found in countless Buddhist texts.

“Is this the temple?”

He turned and looked at the mountain.

There, a broken lotus pool, still exists.

The clouds are empty, the ancient temple stands, and it does not move.

Hanging the temple, willing to close the temple up and down, the town guarding the bitter sea.

However, this hanging temple, and even the whole Buddhist sect, still perished on the edge of this bitter sea.

The fish listened quietly to the little monk to tell the story of the Buddhist scriptures.

Then there is a long silence.

In the empty hall, suddenly a sound sounded.

I am not in hell, who is going to hell?

I am not in the sea, who is under the sea?

The sound overlapped, but the japanese knew that it was the practitioners in the hanging temple, who would gather here for the last time.

Their voices are still there now.

The temple is rotten, but the voice is still alive.