Everyone in the world is at a loss. At this moment, the sky and the earth are shining with surging powder. Just like the flower rain back then, it came suddenly.
At this moment, the chaotic fighting stopped. Everyone raised their heads and looked above.
This sound comes from above. It comes from the far end of the sky.
It's just that what people see is this end, only the end. It's the chaos of chaos, the soaring of fireworks, and nothing else.
So, where does this laughter come from?
No one knows whose laughter this is.
However, this sound clearly fell in everyone's ears, proving that it was not an illusion, but a real sound.
The sound reached everyone's ears, especially under such a loud roaring situation.
Even the ten most powerful ancient gods cannot do it. Even Banzu can only do it reluctantly, and more or less some people will be missed.
Only the God of this world, who controls the pulse of one source and uses it to spread, can do this.
After all, the Seven Realms of God's Domain are too big. They were once a vast city, and their geographical scope was not comparable to that of Netherworld. Even now, most of it has been destroyed, and it is still almost the same as Bairitian, which is the smallest in area.
Even the sum of tens of millions of universes cannot compare with it.
However, this voice was full of vitality and looked very young.
The voice cannot conceal people's age. The longer they live, the more vicissitudes they experience. This voice is a voice without any vitality.
This is a young man in his prime, perhaps only in his twenties.
In the early twenties, in the world of cultivation, it is too young. No matter how talented you are, it is only human. Even in the past... even the legendary Four Spirit God Clan, which has long been extinct, has never appeared at this age.
, dehumanized.
This voice belongs to a young man in his prime.
In his twenties, he is obviously not God. Because the years of God's existence are too long, having passed most of the ancient gods. This age is too long for people to remember.
However, how can the voice spread throughout the seven realms of God's Domain when he is in his twenties?
How can we reach the level of God in our twenties? That is the supreme level. The ten ancient clans and the ten great princes have been pursuing it for countless years, but there is no result.
This is obviously impossible. It is absolutely impossible for such a monster to be born in this world. Even if it was once taboo, it is impossible to do it.
So, how to explain this sound...
What does it have to do with me, and what does it mean?
This sound only appeared for a moment. It quickly disappeared without even causing an echo.
It was as if nothing had ever happened. This sound was definitely not an auditory hallucination of sentient beings.
The shouts that were originally roaring everywhere began to become muffled as everyone was stunned, and in the end, they were no longer silent.
The same is true for the roaring sound caused by the magical power.
Seeing is believing, and hearing can sometimes be true as well. That is when everyone hears.
People know that all this is not an auditory hallucination, because the torrential and gorgeous clouds are still pressing down toward the earth.
Just like the rain of flowers that had just dissipated for a few days, it was pink.
"This sound..."
At this moment, the ghost-faced man's body suddenly stopped and he was suddenly startled.
At this moment, the yellow leaves all over the sky also trembled.
A powerful person can use his moves to produce countless changes with just one thought, let alone a battle of life and death?
Just with this tremor, the nine huge bodies covered the world, and with one punch, the statues of gods followed.
All of this happened in a flash of lightning. It was so fast that people had no time to react. It was a decisive battle.
Riding the wind and huge waves, the layers of clouds were so heavy that they all stirred up waves, and in the end the waves were stormy.
Accepting thousands of streams, hundreds of rivers are wide.
There is a large river, half sloping, clear and shallow, and under the strong wind, all the fallen leaves in its section are blocked.
This was not a flow of water, but a strong wind. Then, eight bright colors flew across the wind.
The general trend has not really taken off at this moment, but when it does, it will be the end of the world.
The ghost-faced man's gaze was not focused on the shocking power that came from the suppression, but instead he was looking around.
Because, he heard a familiar voice.
This is a strange yet familiar voice.
The ghost-faced man seemed to have heard this voice somewhere. If it was the voice of an ordinary person, he would naturally not be stunned in this fierce battle of life and death.
He had heard this voice before, but only once.
That time, he had murderous intentions. He was just a hair away from killing that person.
At that time, that person's level was not high, but it left an indelible impression on him.
It was just Xuan Zhao who was so severely injured that he even had to forcefully use the Canglan World Destruction Diagram that had been laid out for a long time. Only then was he not erased by the intention of destroying the world.
That was the Nine-Colored Mysterious Tribulation. It was the power of the Transcendental Realm. However, that person controlled this power.
The ghost-faced man knew that the power did not belong to that person, but even so, it was still terrifying.
From ancient times to the present, who can possess this power of killing? The ghost-faced man only knows that that person once had it.
Facing the shocking attack, the ghost-faced man's heart finally trembled.
It's just that the reason for this trembling is not because of these ten half-stepped ancient gods. It's because of one person.
That person was not the owner of that voice. He was the person he cared about the most.
Once young, now he has finally grown up vigorously and has grown to the point where he can compete with himself.
The ghost-faced man didn't care why that person's voice appeared here. He only cared about whether the person he cared about followed that person in this world.
He is no longer a human or a ghost, and his heart is cold-blooded. But in the cold blood, in the deepest part, there is still a small amount of warmth.
The ghost-faced man actually wanted to retreat at this moment. The only thing he didn't want to see was the person in his heart.
However, the arrow has been drawn out of the string and we have to fight.
At this moment, in the world, not only the ghost-faced man was stunned, but also dozens of second-step experts.
They felt dazed in the flames of war, and lights kept appearing all around them, one after another passing through the light and blasting through the sky.
It's just that they stood there stunned. The voice seemed familiar, but also unfamiliar. However, the familiar voice occupied a wider area.
"This...is him..."
In this vast world, there is only one woman who knows whose voice this is.
"This is...him back then..."
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The night was deep, and it was already the third watch. On the mountain trail, there was dew on the leaves, like a dust wash, preventing dust from falling from all directions.
The moonlight is quiet, and below, there is a small window with bright light.
Following the light, there was a slender shadow, which became longer and longer with the footsteps of a figure.
This is a man dressed in white, with a head full of green hair scattered behind him, walking slowly towards the mountains step by step.
This shadow seems to be chasing time, constantly lengthening. This is the shadow from all directions merging into the long shadow at the feet of the white clothes, and finally reaches the mountain.