As the guardian left, subtle changes appeared again. In addition to coldness, Zijiu's expression also contained indifference and vicissitudes of life.
At this moment, he seemed to have aged a lot.
"Gu Lan? He has already captured the body of the guardian?"
Zijiu's voice kept trembling. He never thought that the cage that was about to be broken would heal again, and that the road from the place of death to all the heavens and worlds would become dim again.
Where to go?
They were like soaring birds under the dim sky, instantly losing their way.
Buzz——
There was a sudden shock in the sky under the feet, and then, a stalwart man bathed in the brilliance of the moonlight came to Zijiu and the others. This man looked a little embarrassed, and his expression also contained
A bit rejoicing and worrying about gains and losses. He looked at Wei and others with a smile, "Old friends, I'm here."
"Brother Mangxia." Zijiu and others all spoke together. This should have been a moment of joy, but now everyone's expressions were full of hesitation and loneliness.
Mang Xia looked at everyone.
Somewhat puzzled, "What are you..."
Yuan Tiandang informed Mang Xia of the situation. After the latter learned about it, his face was equally sad and he said, "Is this fate? We all spirits have already been doomed before the destruction of things happened?"
silence…
None of the four people in the void spoke. They looked at the hole in the shadow above their heads that was gradually beginning to heal, and hesitated one after another. Samsara has been broken. As long as they go there, they will have to find a ferry.
You can find a ferry.
It is also difficult and difficult to continue to carry the power of time. That power, passing through the world on the other side and being silent in the long river of time, has already reached an extremely terrifying level!
Even the Guardians go there...
They all rely on the patterns of creation to compete. If the powerful Holy Lord cannot resist the power of reincarnation while searching for the ferry, he will be annihilated!
"Everyone, let's join Shenyan. At this critical juncture, everyone has reached this point, and there is no choice. The same is true for success, and the same is true for failure."
Wei sighed helplessly, "It's a pity that Mo Xiaoyou is probably in danger now." Thinking of the other person in their power, Wei's expression turned even paler.
The journey to life has not yet begun.
But some people on their side have already been annihilated. Who knows how many people will be able to find the ferry in the future? How many people will leave the ferry and go to the heavens and the worlds?
still…
No one has ever had one?
"That's all."
Zijiu seemed to be unwilling to look at the phantom of reincarnation in the void that was pierced by his sword, but he also knew that without a guardian, if he and others entered reincarnation at a loss, it would be full of dangers!
Even if everyone is a peerless holy master...
But in the face of the terrifying power of reincarnation, they are just tougher ants. If the ants want to survive? They have to fight hard!
…
In the gloomy darkness.
Mo Heng still doesn't know the situation outside. His current encounter is also very bad. The power of purple thunder can only be used twice, and it has already resisted two attacks from the guardian.
That is to say…
If the other party continues to attack him now, he is afraid of losing his life, so he has to explain it here.
However, Mo Heng was not sure whether the guardian could kill him.
After all, before the cage was broken, the other party was still trapped on the other side. But he himself was already outside the cage. A living being who had died in ancient times wanted to obliterate the living beings living in all the worlds?
It sounds impossible!
But Mo Heng didn't dare to gamble.
In his countless previous experiences, he had not experienced death. The pain contained eternal coldness and coldness. Every time he thought about it, his soul would inevitably feel palpitations.
Fortunately...
After the guardian took action twice, he did not continue to attack Mo Heng.
In the gloomy darkness, at some point, colorful rays of light began to fill the air. Then, in the colorful light, Mo Heng saw eight patterns that exuded the aura of the ancient prehistoric times. Each of those patterns was outlined.
In the colorful light, as if it contains an endless world, the charm of the more ancient avenue is constantly multiplying in it.
"Creation pattern!"
Mo Heng looked at the patterns under the colorful light in the sky and was shocked. He didn't know why the pattern of creation was now exposed in the colorful light, but he thought that something terrible must have happened outside.
"Could it be that... Gu Lan is already fighting with Zijiu and others?"
Thinking about it, Mo Heng was helpless. His strength was very low. Even now, he was not a creature imprisoned by shackles on the other side, but his weak strength could not shake Gu Lan at all. If he had Zijiu's strength,
How could it be possible for Gu Lan to imprison him in this darkness?
"The pattern of creation refers directly to creation! At the beginning, I was weak and had difficulty understanding it, but now? Maybe I can understand the mystery of this creation."
Mo Heng’s gaze.
Look straight at the eight creation patterns in the void.
It was different from when he was at the Eternal Altar, perhaps because of the power of his long-cherished wish. Now Mo Heng looked at the patterns of creation, and suddenly found that there seemed to be some kind of connection between each pattern and him.
kind of relationship.
Related?
Such a discovery shocked Mo Heng. He was a little puzzled. The patterns of creation were the ultimate shortcut to the realm of the Great Emperor of Creation. It was rumored that as long as the Holy Master could comprehend these patterns, he could break the eternal shackles.
Barriers become the great emperor of creation.
Such a divine thing.
How is it possible that it is related to him?
In silence.
Mo Heng continued to watch the patterns in the void, immersed in the colorful light. As time passed slowly, suddenly, a long-standing memory deep in Mo Heng's soul was touched.
He couldn't help it.
Remember the mysterious palace in the belly of the giant toad in the Wei Tomb? Remember that you got heaven-level martial arts in the palace?
"Sword Ming Nine Heavens?"
Mo Heng himself was baffled. Sword Ming Jiutian was only a heaven-level martial skill. Its power was comparable to that of the Enlightenment Realm. With his current state, he could easily create heaven-level martial arts by comprehending the heaven and earth. The pattern of creation was the most powerful thing that could touch the creation.
How can these two things be related? There shouldn't be any connection, right?
but!
Looking at the patterns in the void, Mo Heng found out for some reason that the information about the Nine Heavens of Sword Ming became increasingly clear in his soul. Until...in his body, a series of eternal sword chants began to be heard, and he
His eyes suddenly shot out, "The sword roars for nine days? Is it transformed by the last pattern of creation?"