() In ancient times, the Daluo Immortals eventually fell into the long river of time for unknown reasons. The space world they left behind, in order to maintain it, later people had no choice but to abandon some practitioners with poor qualifications.
Therefore, the controllers of these space worlds finally decided that every millennium, most of the monks in the space from the Nascent Soul stage to the Tribulation Stage will be gathered together and sent to the main world. They may be themselves
Killing each other, or rushing into the stars to find new opportunities, this is their own choice.
In every disaster, most cultivators above the distraction stage choose to enter the endless starry sky to find their own way of life. As for those cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage and the out-of-body stage, they cannot escape from the earth and find it difficult to survive in the cosmic starry sky for a long time.
.So, these worlds still give them some places to go back alive!
They need a fierce battle until the number of survivors reaches the required number. Their world will allow them to return. This is a tragic battle, and many people even have to attack their brothers and partners. At the same time, this is
An experiment to test human nature. All kinds of joys and sorrows were staged in a short period of time.
It’s another day of gathering for thousands of years.
The world of Chanzong has become unstable. However, the only difference from the past is that the leader of the world of Chanzong has died hundreds of years ago. Now, there is no leader in the world of Chanzong, and all parties
No one in the power is willing to listen to others. Therefore, the refusal from all sides has caused the time for the gathering of cultivators to be delayed again and again.
Because the Chan sect world has lost the control of its leader, no one in the entire Chan sect world has the power to cast the world-protecting formation. It is impossible to gather most of the practitioners from the Nascent Soul stage to the Tribulation Stage at the first time and rush in.
The main world. Therefore, some unknown changes have occurred in the world of Chanzong.
Han Ping calmly realized the world. Space is extremely fragile, but the surface of the space once seemed to be densely covered with a layer of viscous solution. The whole world has become a little strange, and few people can detect the slightest change in this world.
Even the little creatures in the blazing sun in the sky began to panic a little.
"The world is falling apart!"
An inexplicable thought popped up in Han Ping's head. This made him feel stunned. The world could no longer bear this deprivation of spiritual power and began to move towards destruction!
In a small island in the world of Chanzong that is covered with fairy mist. Several white-haired old men tried their best to play various immortal arts. An astonishing number of immortal arts flashed into the endless void, seeming to block the space barrier that was about to collapse.
"Why hasn't the space channel been opened yet?" One of the old men looked horribly old, as if he was about to die. The breath of life on his body was about to disappear. His life span was about to end. Maybe he would pass away in a few years or decades.
"Old Xin, the monks in the Chan Sect world have not gathered yet. Because the world-protecting formation has not been activated, there is no way to gather all the monks. Moreover, if the world-protecting formation has not been activated, how can the passage to the main world be opened?
.You have forgotten that a thousand years later, the Chan Sect Realm will feed back the main world. At that time, the leader has sealed the passage between the two worlds. Unless the world protection formation is activated, it cannot be opened at all."
A middle-aged man rushed in from the outside world and explained to several old people.
This middle-aged man also has an old look on his face, and it is obvious that time has also left an indelible mark on his body. A thousand years may be nothing in their eyes. But ten thousand years, one hundred thousand years, he has lived for dozens of years.
For thousands of years, it has maintained the world of Chanzong for hundreds of thousands of years!
"hateful"
This is an unsolvable problem!
These old guys have been trapped here. Once one person withdraws, the world will fall into an irreversible collapse process. Even if he finally withdraws from the world of Chan Sect, it will be difficult for the world to maintain balance again. In the end, it will still disappear from the main world.
The world is being devoured.
If they do not withdraw, no one can activate the world-protecting formation to open the passage to the main world. A large number of cultivators will still stay here. In the end, the world will still be unable to bear so many cultivators, and it will still be difficult to escape from collapse.
ending.
There is no other way!
This time, the fairy world fragments fluctuated too much. There were still a few years to go before the Millennium Period, but something seemed to have changed in the main world. This caused that world to absorb the origin of a part of the fairy world fragments hidden in the world, causing the entire fairy world fragments to
An unstable state breaks out in advance.
The fragments of the fairy world broke out in advance without warning, which made several old guys in this world feel in a hurry. They only had time to repair the collapsed world with all their strength, maintaining a half-dead situation.
They no longer had the time or energy to keep the boundary protection formation open, so for a while, it became this embarrassing situation, making it difficult for them to make a decision.
The few old guys looked at each other with gloomy faces.
"We have given our all for this world, and we must not let this world be destroyed in our hands," one person said softly, with a trace of cruelty flashing in his eyes.
The other old man nodded slightly in agreement.
"Do we really want to take this step? They are all like our children." A female old man couldn't bear it. She looked at the firm eyes of the other people and couldn't help but sigh lonely.
"I know that we have reached the point where we have to make a decision. Should we give up all mortals and most of the cultivators and the home where we have lived for endless years? Or should we give up some of the cultivators? You decide!" An old man's eyes flowed through the corner of his eyes.
A trace of teardrop.
"Do we have any choice?" Another old man whispered, there is no choice! Is this a choice between a few people or a majority? They must choose the majority! And the most important thing is that this choice also protects them.
belief.
"agree", "agree"
"Long Yu, activate the Black God Guard. Start hunting down all casual cultivators and encircling and suppressing some second-rate sects. Kill them without leaving any survivors! Until the world is stable, otherwise the orders will not stop."
The middle-aged cultivator named Long Yu was suddenly startled. He looked at the old people in astonishment, and he understood in an instant. These old people had already made the most difficult decision!
Tears also flowed from the corners of his eyes. He knew that his daughter was also among the group of monks who went to the main world. Now, this group of monks has become the number one killing target of the Black God Guard. It would be difficult for her to escape, but he could not save her.
Long Yu could only shed a tear in grief. He prayed that his daughter would be lucky and escape the pursuit of the Black God Guards.
The Black God Guards are the most mysterious force in the world of Chanzong. They are not human beings, but a group of puppets passed down from ancient times. These puppets are astonishingly powerful, and almost every one of them is like an immortal.
A batch of thirty-five Black God Guards. The entire Chanzong world had ten batches of Black God Guards back then. However, after so many years of consumption and damage that could not be repaired, there are only eight batches of Black God Guards left. A total of 200.
The eighty Black Divine Guards are all powerful enough to wipe out all the forces within the Chan Sect.
Two hundred and eighty Black God Guard Celestial Immortal puppets, after receiving the order, surged out in an instant, slaughtering any cultivator they saw!
For a moment, the world of Chanzong was filled with a faint bloody halo.
Han Ping calmly looked at the city in front of him. It was as old as the city of feudal civilization in ancient times. There was a Yuanying sitting on his shoulders. At this time, the little Yuanying was holding a spiritual fruit in his chubby little hands.
, kept chewing.
This strange combination attracted some people's attention. However, no one asked more questions.
Recently, the world has been filled with an atmosphere of depression. Every cultivator is worried. There are even cultivators who have surpassed the Nascent Soul stage and are thinking about how to escape this disaster. Some people even run to hide in the deep mountains and old forests.
Get up to avoid being found by some forces.
At this time, the usually bustling city looked particularly desolate.
The cultivators who came and went have disappeared. Instead, the mortals living here have begun a prosperous exchange of materials. Mortals also need to live.
Han Ping, who had just entered the city, suddenly raised his head.
At this moment, he felt a faint smell of blood. This was not really the smell of blood, but a kind of violence caused by killing that changed the world. Han Ping felt it keenly.
At the beginning, he killed thousands of cultivators on the earth, which also produced this kind of bloody aura. You must know that his arrows were all in vain, and almost none of the cultivators who were shot to death shed much blood. But Han Ping felt that
This bloody smell permeates the air.
At this time, he felt this breath again.
"A tragedy has occurred in this world. Someone is killing cultivators in large numbers!" Han Ping could almost feel the tragedy happening without even thinking about it.
The power of the soul was released instantly, and in an instant, various killing scenes around him were imprinted in his mind. A man in black, wearing a black Taoist robe, tore apart a cultivator in the integration stage with his bare hands in a terrifying manner.
This cultivator was torn apart by the man in black before he even had the thought of resisting!
“No breath of life”
Han Ping was stunned, and his soul stared at the man in black for a long time. He didn't feel any life breath on his body, but this was different from those people with advanced cultivation in the ancient world who hid their cultivation.
The breath of life is the same.
"Puppet? Is this a puppet?"
ps: I took two days off from the company today and went back to my hometown to see my mom and dad. The next chapter will be updated regularly. It won’t be available tonight, and tomorrow’s update may be updated tomorrow night.
