The first thousand two hundred and thirty chapters
Fragmented, destroyed, reborn again, destroyed again, over and over again, thousands of times in an instant.
However, there is still no sound under this destruction. Just like a person's heartache, it is constantly being torn apart, but only he can hear it.
It kept healing and tearing apart. In the end, although it still looked intact, deep inside, it was riddled with holes.
Just like this side of the world, after being confused for a long time, it showed its clarity again, calmed down and remained the same, and became much clearer. However, people knew that there seemed to be something missing in that side of the world.
They knew this lack in their hearts, but they couldn't express it. Their hearts were also empty, as if something was missing.
They did not see the destruction of heaven and earth. Everything in their sight was still. They did not know what happened.
Only the more than twenty strong men who were extremely close to the Sky Realm knew what had happened and what was missing.
That is the heart, so the heart is empty. What is lacking in the heaven and earth is the heart. If the sky has a heart, it has a soul. If the sky has no heart, it has no soul.
"The power of that sword...I have no power to resist it. The sword of life took away all life and turned the whole world into death."
"It's just that... that side of heaven and earth... has no consciousness... its soul has been lost, its heart is dead. This sword... cut off the will of this sky and the way of this sky. This will be known later
Afterwards, I just...really know and feel?"
If man has no intention, he will die. If heaven has no intention, he will die. They have never heard of, and have never seen, someone who can cut off the soul of a whole world with a sword.
They were confused not only because they were careless that day, but because there was a powerful aura rising within themselves.
Their hearts were empty, as if they were connected to the heaven and earth. In just an instant, the feeling of emptiness disappeared without a trace. What greeted them was an extremely overwhelming sense of fulfillment.
Their breath is increasing, their bodies are full of vitality, and they are also surging.
"This is...feeding back. The strong man integrates his own blood and soul into all living beings, making a line of connection. Their vitality is the vitality of the strong man. Just like a river, there is
It flows, so no matter how vitality is dispersed, it can continue to flourish."
"only......"
"It's just that... that strong man's battle with the Lord of the Netherworld was enough to cause the destruction and collapse of an entire world, and the destruction of all living beings. But the vitality of people in the world has not decreased but increased... This is the result of that person's own
The power blocks all destruction. While drawing life into itself, it also spreads it to all directions. This makes the power of destruction unable to destroy all sentient beings."
An ancient god breathed quickly and spoke slowly,
As the most powerful group of people here, they naturally saw some heretics. After all, their aura was also growing.
First, they touched the source of the bloodline of the ancestral gods. This was a seed that entered the body, making it possible for buds to sprout and branches to bloom. And this feedback from heaven and earth was the big waves and strong winds that added fuel to the flames. As a result, they could not
It is no longer possible, but there is a real opportunity to sprout, bloom, bear fruit.
"Banzu...their level...far exceeds that of you and me. This is a battle of hearts. The world they are in originally originated from the mind and was created by delusion. There is no real world there.
The world of heaven and earth is nowhere to be found in this world. However...the power of that sword instantly turned the void into reality and took away its soul..."
"So that...so that all sentient beings in the world will not suffer any casualties. What a heaven-defying method..."
Although this battle was short, it still shocked the powerful people in the world who were qualified to inquire about this. They had never heard that there was a strong person in the world who could actually use a sword to destroy a non-existent world and make it disappear in a short period of time.
Becoming is here.
"It's just... that strong man... was still defeated."
Two sighs made the two most powerful men in the seven realms of God's Domain feel decadent. Although they did not participate in this battle, they already knew that even if they joined forces, they would still be defeated.
Is the gap between them and the Lord of the Netherworld really that big?
That supreme strong man was recognized by a Cangmang. Although he was a broken universe, he still gathered all his power. But with the blessing of a Cangmang, he was still invincible.
The strong man lost, so what will happen next? The strong men they thought were most likely to withstand this chaos all lost.
The Lord of the Netherworld has gone back on his word by letting ghosts and gods descend to the local world. This strong man has failed. So what will happen to the Lord of the Netherworld next? Will he still take action against the Seven Realms of God's Domain?
How can they resist? Although they will not perish, except for the two of them, everyone else will not escape death.
In the face of the peerless powerhouse at the second level of the Sky Realm, the immortal will become destroyed.
"There is only the moon in the spring garden that is sentimental, just like the falling flowers that shine upon someone who has left."
In that clear sky, a voice fell leisurely.
There is no one left here.
The thousands of flowers fell, turbulent and turned into pieces. In the end, the bright light that burned thousands of lights also completely dimmed.
Only that one bright light still stands high.
There were continuous cracking sounds, and people saw that in the clear sky and clear clouds on that side, thousands of cracks exploded into the world.
People saw that purple color was spreading out from the crack.
This is the flow of blood. In the end, thousands of cracks burst open, and a figure slowly appeared in front of people's eyes.
This is a woman in yellow clothes. On her right hand, there is a shocking scar that goes deep into the bone.
She didn't pay any attention to the blood flowing in her hands. Every drop of blood caused the surrounding world to be covered with ice. Layer by layer, until her arm was completely frozen and no blood could flow out.
Her face was a little pale, but she still lowered her head condescendingly.
The bright moon was under her feet and instantly cracked in her eyes, revealing a fragmented figure.
It was a woman in white, but her body was full of cracks, which rolled up one after another with the wind, and finally revealed her white hair. She was kneeling in the air, her face was pale and decadent, and there was endless blood on her body.
Live in flow.
A world of mortals was ruthlessly destroyed by others, and a romance was cut off by life.
"Only the bright moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and is willing to illuminate the fallen flowers for others. However, you are not the moon after all. You have your way, and she has hers. Being affectionate does not mean being sentimental, and being ruthless does not mean being truly ruthless.
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"Your path is still wrong after all. You have followed the path of your predecessors, the same path as Chu Musheng."
"You are strong, but you are stronger than those who came before you. If you continue like this, just like you met that person in this life, and then met me. Those people you will meet in the future. Facing us, you will only be able to face us.