Outside the palace of floating and nothingness in the True Realm of the Underworld, the Underworld Emperor, as the tribulation lord of this world, stood there with his hands behind his back, as if waiting for someone to appear.
He was very patient, as if even if he waited for ten thousand years, he would not have any mood swings. Time passed slowly. I don’t know how long it had passed. Suddenly, the void in front of him became distorted. Gradually, from this distortion,
Su Xuanyi walked out, and Sang Momo followed behind him. He was not surprised at all to come here and see the Hades Emperor in the True World of the Hades Emperor.
"Greetings to Mr. Xuan!" The moment Emperor Ming saw Su Xuanyi, he immediately waved his sleeves and actually... knelt down on one knee and bowed to Su Xuanyi like a disciple.
"Dao'er, there are no outsiders, you don't have to be like this, get up." Su Xuanyi had a smile on his face.
"Master!" The middle-aged man raised his head and showed respect when he stood up. When he looked at Sang Shi, he smiled and nodded.
"Junior brother, I haven't seen you for many years, but your style remains the same."
…
In the Underworld Realm, where Yu Xuan was, the door opened silently, and Su Xuanyi walked in slowly.
Yuxuan turned her back to the door, sitting by the window, looking at the starry sky outside. The moment Su Xuanyi came in, her body trembled, and her face showed a complicated expression.
Su Xuanyi looked at Yu Xuan silently, sighed softly for a long time, took something out of her arms, put it on the table, and spoke softly.
"You have suffered over the years, but...he is not suitable for you. From now on, he is just a mortal."
Su Xuanyi was silent for a while, sighed secretly, turned around and walked out of the room, closing the door gently.
Until Su Xuanyi left, Yu Xuan turned her head, with tears streaming down her face. She stared blankly at the boat statue that was half of the life-destroying seed on the table, and she shed more tears.
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In the broken Daochen Realm, endless hurricanes can be seen roaring by everywhere. The terrifying world power existing in the hurricane can tear apart many stars, tear apart the void, and can easily tear apart the bodies of all monks.
In this huge Daochen Realm, you can see countless stumps and broken arms in many places. They are all left behind after the death of the monks from the Immortal Alliance and Daochen Sect. But no matter which side they belong to, in fact...
…They are all people from the Daochen Realm.
When the disaster struck, perhaps the two of them had not let go of their grievances, but in this storm, under this catastrophe, all grievances could be ignored and forgotten, and living... was the only dignity.
The monks of the Immortal Alliance, in this constant death, longed for rescue from the Immortal Alliance, but they could not wait, because what they waited for was the madness of this catastrophe, and the nightmare of people without any help.
Especially those monks who were far away from the core area of the Immortal Alliance, they laughed miserably in silence, because they saw the collapse of the Immortal Alliance Chenxingkong and saw this area become ruins.
But they were also lucky, because they knew that from now on, there would be no fairy alliance, so they chose to escape and use all their methods to fight for... alive in this catastrophe!
And those monks who didn't know that the starry sky of the Immortal Alliance was shattered in this catastrophe, even if they escaped, they still had the hope of returning to the Immortal Alliance, but they didn't know that what was waiting for them was to see that
The fear and confusion after the ruins.
Compared to the Immortal Alliance, the monks of the Daochen Sect are luckier. This luck does not mean how many of them died, but that the living people have hope forever, and that hope is the Daochen Sect.
Because all the teleportation arrays of Daochen Sect are closed, they may never be able to go back in this life and cannot see what is going on in Daochen Sect, but according to their thoughts, Daochen Sect exists.
This is hope, and this hope will always remain in the hearts of living people, and may be passed down from generation to generation...
Seven days after this catastrophe, the hurricane in Daochen Zhen Realm not only did not dissipate, but became more and more intense. It is unknown how long it will last. Even the people in Nishengzhen Camp cannot clearly know this.
As long as the boundary force pours in along the gap of the Three Wildernesses, there will be endless hurricanes. However, whether it is one year, ten years, or hundreds of thousands of years, this boundary force will eventually disappear one day. This morning true world's
Hurricanes will eventually disappear.
After it disappears, the Three Wastelands will face a massacre and catastrophe, either from Nisheng, Dark Morning, or both. Compared with the catastrophe caused by this hurricane, that is the real catastrophe.
Because it is no longer a bloody wind that can only affect one true world, but can affect the entire three wild worlds!
But before the bloody wind of this catastrophe came, and when the Chenzhen Realm was filled with the hurricane of world power, for the Three Wastelands, this period of time became the silence before the storm broke out.
They have no other way. They cannot repair the gap that has been torn by the Three Wilds. They can only continue to make themselves stronger, make their sect stronger, and make their respective true worlds stronger, so that they can survive the final catastrophe.
There is just a little more hope of survival.
Then, silently waiting for the catastrophe to come!
For the two camps of Ni Sheng and An Chen outside the Three Wildernesses, the quiet time within the Three Wildernesses is a critical moment for them to start a war with each other.
They have to fight continuously to fight for the location of this gap. Because this gap exists in Nisheng, Anchen has to pay several times the price to fight for it.
And similarly, if An Chen gave his all, Ni Sheng also had to give his all.
In short, this is perhaps the last silence in the Three Wastelands. It may be short-lived or long-lasting, but no matter what, it will definitely end one day.
This moment may not be far away.
In this broken Daochen Realm, after these seven days, when the hurricane became more and more intense, under the gap of the Three Wastelands where the source of the hurricane was, in the once sky-reaching light pillar, a white light suddenly appeared from within it.
Rushing out, the white light was so fast that it rushed out of the strongest hurricane in the core area in an instant.
After going out, not far from here, the cocoon transformed by the white phoenix has only a thin layer left. This cocoon could not have persisted until now. It should have broken many days ago, along with the contents inside it.
Everything is dissipated in this hurricane.
The reason why it can be maintained is because the white phoenix inside it, in order to survive, she used the irreversible Phoenix Gate Forbidden Technique. This technique uses longevity as its power and burns life to support it several times. This allows her to
Persevere until now.
But the price she paid was extremely cruel for a woman. Inside the thin cocoon, one could see that Bai Feng's face was no longer as beautiful as it once was, but was filled with wrinkles. Judging from her age,
He no longer looked like his former youthful self when he stood up, but as if he had just crawled out of a coffin, with an old and decaying aura exuding from his whole body.
She is still dressed in white, but instead of being beautiful, there is a sense of sadness.
This sadness comes from Bai Feng. To her, these seven days are like the whole life.
She could not have done this, she could have died with dignity, and if she could not live well, she could have chosen a beautiful death.
But she was unwilling to do so, she was afraid of death, and she was unwilling to lose everything. She always dreamed of ascending to the realm of the Reversing Saint, and for this dream, she could give up everything.
But now, filled with deep despair, she can only wait for Su Ming's arrival in this thin cocoon. She has no life left to continue burning. Even if this cocoon can continue to exist, then her life will...
Not more than a month.
The white light flying out from the core of the hurricane in the distance was about to go away when it suddenly paused and changed its direction and headed straight for Bai Feng. After it approached in an instant, the white light pierced into Bai Feng's old eyes. If it was
Two days ago, Bai Feng would have been very excited. If it had been three days ago, Bai Feng would have shed tears of excitement. No matter what it took, as long as the other party could save her, she would agree.
If it had been four or even five days ago, Bai Feng's choice would still have never changed, but now... it's already seven days.
With only one month left to live, she clearly knew that her longevity was irreversible. She looked numbly at the white light outside the cocoon, with no expression on her face. There were no tears in her eyes, but looking at her, it was clear that
There were silent cries, echoing faintly.
After a short silence, a slight sigh seemed to come from the wind and snow in the distant years. The white light outside the cocoon flashed through the cocoon and swept the white phoenix into the white light, carrying it with it.
Gone away in an instant and left here.
This white light is a white ring with a size of more than ten feet. This ring is the treasure of the Anti-Sage. But now, this treasure no longer belongs to a certain Anti-Sage. It belongs to Mo Su who bid farewell to the past and was reborn!
Only Su Ming himself knows how difficult it is to swallow the Star Realm, and only Su Ming knows the process of everything that happened in this white ring in the past seven days.
But no matter what, the moment the white ring flew out of the hurricane, it meant that Su Ming had swallowed up the Xingji Dao and his soul.
Today, Su Ming's appearance has changed greatly. He is no longer the old man in black robes, but has become much younger. He looks like a young man. His appearance is handsome, but there is a hint of sinisterness in it.
, when the eyes flash, they contain life and death.
He was still wearing a black robe, but the soul that existed in the body under the black robe was nearly 30% more powerful than Su Ming's previous soul.
And his cultivation also increased dramatically, and the degree of growth was even more astonishing than his soul. But if compared with that white ring, all of this is definitely not considered good fortune. The real good fortune is exactly that white ring!
This Anti-Saint treasure, which is very rare even in the Anti-Saint camp and is indescribably precious, has become Su Ming’s possession!
That treasure contains an indescribable aura. If Su Ming can understand it clearly, the help to him will be earth-shattering. Even if this treasure stays with Su Ming, it will be equivalent to giving him a trace of...
...an opportunity to enter the unspeakable realm in the future!!
Such an opportunity is enough to drive all the monks crazy. This is Su Ming's great fortune!
Inside the white ring, Su Ming sat cross-legged and meditated. In front of him was Bai Feng, who had become an old woman. She sat there silently, staring blankly outside the ring. She had not spoken for three days.
She was silent, and Su Ming had nothing to say to Bai Feng. In fact, saving him was just a trace of emotion in Su Ming's heart, lamenting the past, lamenting going west, lamenting Wushan, lamenting the circle game and A sigh in the wind and snow——
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