Above the lake filled with ice and snow, Mo Heng watched quietly, in the void, the skeletal hand that seemed to have turned into an ancient pillar, hatred floating in his heart.
My thoughts are like the wind, fleeing towards the distant horizon in the coldness and loneliness...
Mo Heng thought of the skeletal palms that descended from the void in the ancient realm, and thought of the truth about Huo Ming's death told by Wei. He clenched his fists and stared into the void with cold and emotionless eyes.
He wanted to rush forward.
He wanted to avenge Huo Ming, but he was too weak. Such weakness could not even threaten the Holy Lord who stood at the pinnacle of the Holy Realm. As for wanting to obliterate this legendary warrior from the ancient sea of demons?
Even more impossible!
Rumble——
In the sky, the white waves and the pillar-like bones of the palms are constantly clashing and colliding. Under the endless vibrations, the void gradually breaks apart, like black gaps in a dense network, intertwined in the sky, as if the heaven and earth have been created.
of breaking.
Beyond countless cracks...
Mo Heng seemed to see a vague and illusory barrier. This barrier was invisible, but when his eyes fell on the long void, he could clearly feel the real existence of the majestic and deep barrier.
Like a thousand-layered iron barrier, they were imprisoned on the other side of Gulan.
The scenery outside is mysterious and full of unknowns.
However, wanting to go to the endless shore has become the most difficult thing in the ancient world. Countless strong men and countless creatures are working hard for this. They continue to lose common sense, continue to fail, and then...self-annihilation.
, a new self appears, moves forward alternately, and repeats itself, just like reincarnation...
This is actually a very scary thing.
If possible, Mo Heng would not want to walk on this ancient and lonely road, but now? He has no choice. The unknown ancient road has already appeared at his feet? He... can only move forward, just like the reincarnation.
Among them, all the Holy Lords staggered towards the road leading to this shore.
this road.
There is bound to be too much anxiety, but Zijiu and others are okay. They are all beings who have reached the pinnacle of the Holy Realm. Can they rely on themselves to reverse the years?
But Mo Heng...
If you want to reverse the years, you can only use his power.
On the way.
The only thing to be thankful for is that there is Time Fu Zhao in their camp now. If the final battle to break the shackles fails, he may be able to leave the world of time at his feet. As for whether he can be lucky again in the long river of time,
When he returns to his weak self, he becomes unknown.
The road is still going.
But even Mo Heng himself doesn't know what the fate ahead is.
On the void.
The oscillating confrontation that made the sky crack and seem to be extinguished continued continuously. As the collision deepened, the clouds in the sky began to move out of the way. The continuous clouds moved like fish and dragons.
He held his long, soft body and walked further and further into the distance, wanting to escape from this land of right and wrong.
Zijiu always looked at her feet.
Suddenly he raised his head and glanced at the sky that was about to be covered by the white divine light. He shook his head slightly and said, "Brother Wei's strength is still far behind that of Dao Xuan. Can we only maintain a tie by relying on Years of Fortune? If you want to win,
But it's as hard as climbing to the sky." As he finished speaking, the sound of sword chants broke through the sky, and a long reddish-brown sword that seemed to be enveloped in flames kept chanting in Zijiu's hand.
Soon...
Purple divine light began to emerge from the long sword in its hand.
The purple divine light was like a long dragon in the abyss, like a wild beast in the ancient wilderness that kept stirring in the void, and soon turned into clouds and mist, like a ghost in the abyss, baring its teeth and claws under the cold void.
In the purple mist.
The power that shocked this ancient earth was circulating faintly. The terror of this power caused the already cracked earth to collapse in an instant, and then dust continued to fall towards the ice and snow lake where only coldness and deathly silence coexisted.
middle.
Buzz! Buzz—
When the long sword in his hand was raised high, a purple sword light suddenly shot up into the sky, like a giant dragon that had been disturbed in its sleep for a long time in the depths of the ancient earth. It carried a terrifying wave of energy that destroyed and destroyed all things, sweeping across the entire world in an instant.
Sky dome.
Zheng——
The sword light passed by.
The giant palm of white bones in the void was chopped off, and countless eye-catching and decaying bones fell to the ground, hitting the broken wilderness, emitting the sound of ancient clocks.
The bones fell and scattered all over the ground, making the already desolate land feel even more cold.
After one sword strike.
The sky seemed to have returned to stillness, and the broken heaven and earth gradually began to heal. Then, an unwilling roar full of anger echoed at the end of the sky, "Purple Pigeon!"
"Go away! You, the ancient demon sea, don't have the ability to provoke me now." Zijiu stood on the armrest, like an ancient great god's mansion, standing on the broken wasteland.
His voice is very soft...
But like a demonic sound, it continues to echo in the sky shrouded in azure divine light.
"Good...very good!"
In the sky, Daoxuan's voice was full of viciousness. Suddenly, a pair of huge eyes like stars appeared on the bank of the void. Within the eyes, there seemed to be countless broken worlds that were constantly healing and then broken again...
Next!
A seven-colored divine light emerged from the eyes. In the divine light, there seemed to be seven majestic figures standing. Each figure had a majestic aura that seemed to make the world retreat. Wisps of aura spread out, enough to
It shocked Liuhe Yunei. Time and space are in
Everything became still at this moment, and then countless colorful lights burst out from the most majestic figure in the void, falling towards the ice and snow lake, like meteorites and stars all over the sky. Wherever they passed,
At the end of the sky, long wisps of rainbow light are left.
"snort!"
Zijiu raised his hand and slashed out with his sword, and suddenly a hundred and eighty thousand sword lights appeared behind him.
Streams of sword light soared into the sky, intertwined with the colorful lights all over the sky, the lights exploded, and then on the other side of the sky, they were enveloped by countless colorful lights. It was like an aurora rainbow, constantly floating in circles,
It's like a creature given life.
"The Seven Saints of the Ancient Demon Sea have not arrived, and they still want to suppress me with only their shadows?"
Zijiu said indifferently.
But as soon as his words collapsed in the boundless ancient times, the figure standing in the void in the colorful divine light began to become real, and the angular body became more and more realistic under the shroud of the colorful light.
of clarity.
When the figure of a stalwart man completely changed from virtual to real, the stalwart oppression from the Holy Lord descended from the void again...
ps: The book will be finished soon. I am preparing a new book. Until the book is finished, I may update it every day. Sorry!