Ye Qinghan understood at this moment why the rich people in the previous life donated all their property after their death. Why didn't the Soul Emperor leave the Soul Emperor Pavilion to Xiao Hei
Destruction, on the other hand... represents rebirth
The body no longer hurts, and everything seems unimportant. The soul begins to tremble and is about to collapse. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter whether Pandora will encounter the abuse of the archbishops. It doesn't matter whether the divine world will groan under Shen Tuxiong's clutches forever. In the secret realm of reincarnation, will his wife be heartbroken, will the children be naughty, and who will end up with Xiao Hei’s soul body and the God-Slaying Knife, as well as the Soul Emperor Pavilion and the black stone in the divine crystal? in hands. Everything... doesn't matter anymore!
All the people of the Holy Continent were frightened, and all the devout believers prostrated themselves on the ground, worshiping the miracles and the power of God. Even the pagan dark creatures are crawling on the ground under this vision of heaven and earth, and the terrifying power of heaven, terrified!
However, Ye Qinghan's soul was shocked again!
bright? dark
The old man didn't even glance at the stream of broken knives whizzing in and out, and there was no emotion on his face. Standing in the void, looking at the sacred plane, it seems that he can see through the original power outside the plane and see through the things in the sacred plane.
The soul that was about to collapse due to the violent power of light and darkness was exploded by such a domineering power of thunder! It was torn apart and turned into fragments. Within the light shield of the soul ocean, it whizzed in and whizzed away, as if it had turned into countless streams of space fragments...
"boom!"
When a person is dying, nothing really matters.
"If you don't break, you won't be destroyed? Break and then stand!"
But in the past few days, the bridge above the ocean of souls has been shining brightly. Originally, this bridge glowing with sacred light was derived from black lines. At this moment, it suddenly accelerated and began to refine the Obama inside. The remaining demonic aura.
He began to think wildly again, as if the bursts of pain coming from his soul had nothing to do with him. It was as if his soul had left his body at this moment. It didn't matter what the body below was like. He just wanted to think more about it before leaving this world. If there really was an afterlife, he might be able to remember something but not necessarily...
He was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to roll over. Holding his head on the ground, his body trembled, like a night owl after being electrocuted, or like a dying wild boar, its limbs twitching from time to time...
He closed his eyes tightly, and his brows were almost twisted together due to the severe pain, but he did not have the strength to grin. Instead, just like his body, the muscles on his face twitched from time to time.
An intoxicating smile actually appeared on his lips at this moment. The eyes are no longer filled with bitterness and weakness, but with incomparable heat and determination!
A flow of broken knives roared from space in the distance. Countless knife-like flows of knives shining with golden light roared toward the old man in linen clothes, and were about to hit his body.
Ye Qinghan's soul ocean was on the verge of collapse, but Ye Qinghan used all his soul power to control the thunder above the soul ocean, turning it into a raging thunder and slamming down on the soul!
In the past four days, the massive loss of blood had almost completely drained Ye Qinghan's life force. Although he felt unparalleled pain, his head felt like a balloon that was constantly being blown up and would explode at any moment.
"Chi~"
But something extremely strange happened. The old man in linen moved his body without condensing his original power, and he didn't even look at him. But... these streams of broken knives separated automatically and flew past the old man in sackcloth, even cutting half of his hair!
"Destruction? Rebirth? Black hole?"
The world doesn’t even know whether the Supreme God Emperor exists or not, so how can we save him
"boom!"
At the last moment, Ye Qinghan suddenly remembered the black hole that swallowed him! My head suddenly shook, as if I caught something vaguely...
At this moment, Obama's remaining original aura has been completely refined after nearly four days of refining, and the energy of the black line and the white line have reached an equal ratio. The battle began to escalate, and Ye Qinghan also knew that he would never survive this round!
The power of light originally had an absolute advantage. After all, so many people and so much power of faith have been transported here non-stop for three years. Most of the power of darkness was purified by the thunder and lightning on Ye Qinghan's soul ocean. The white threads on the soul ocean were extremely turbulent, but each black thread began to be entangled with several white threads, silently devouring and killing each other, which was very cruel.
life? die
Obama was almost as dying as Ye Qinghan at this moment. The white bridge glowed brightly, and his demonic aura began to be refined a hundred times faster.
Thunder and lightning represent destruction! But when the spring thunder rings, everything revives and becomes full of vitality!
"Well... billions of epochs!"
At the same time, thunder and lightning suddenly broke out across the entire Holy Continent, and colorful auspicious clouds suddenly appeared in the sky. The auspicious clouds did not gather slowly, but enveloped the entire Holy Continent at once, illuminating the entire continent. Thousands of terrifying purple thunders descended from the sky from time to time, but they all landed strangely in a local holy city!
After a long time, the old man in sackcloth suddenly spoke. His voice was extremely old, extremely lonely, but with a hint of hope. He stared at the sacred plane again and said lightly: "The second person... finally appeared, but I don't know. Can he make it to the end!"
In ancient times, when someone was about to die, his words were also good. Ye Qinghan felt that when a person is about to die, everything feels a bit unreal.
The white-haired old man appeared silently. He was wearing simple linen clothes and bare feet. He had an ordinary appearance and did not have the slightest aura of a strong man about him. This is not important, the important thing is... He actually doesn't have any original power in his body, so he dares to stand in the void
"Endless void, alas... If it hadn't been for that bullshit black hole that sent me to this place where birds don't shit, maybe I could have taken a look at the secret realm of reincarnation before I died. It would be great if I could take a look again Ah... black hole, black hole! Black hole? Black hole? Black hole!"
The black line was replenished with energy and began to fight back, so Ye Qinghan felt the surge and pain getting stronger and stronger every time.
But he was unable to bounce up and hit the wall or stone monument, so that the severe pain caused by the trauma would reduce the swelling feeling in his head.
In the turbulent space outside the sacred plane, a white-haired old man suddenly appeared at this moment!
Ye Qinghan's body trembled violently, his eyes slowly closed, there was no blood on his face, his whole body was not trembling, and there was no trace of breath. It seemed that he had really bid farewell to this world forever.
After the old man in Mai left an incomprehensible word, he turned around and strode towards the void. Every step he took could cover thousands of miles. The old man in Mai seemed not to have seen the space whirlpools that even ninth-level experts were afraid of. Just blinked, took a few steps, and disappeared into the endless void...
You know, this is the space-shattering knife style that even ninth-grade supreme practitioners are afraid of!
He thought again of the thunder that struck from time to time in the soul ocean!
Then, the power of light and the power of darkness suddenly collided, pulling Ye Qinghan back from his thoughts.
"Let's take a gamble, the ocean of souls, let me explode...explode...explode!"
Not so much care, so much worry, so much sadness. Because as soon as I close my eyes, this world has nothing to do with me. As soon as I enter the loess, I will turn into loess. How can I have so many entanglements and obsessions
Thinking of this, Ye Qinghan's soul ocean trembled violently. But he suddenly opened his eyes, as if he was having a flashback, and his whole face turned rosy.
He didn't think about how to save it, because since the first soul mutation, he started to look up information in this area. He also quietly asked Mo Xiaoxiao, and finally the War Emperor made the final decision. You can go, no one can save you except the Supreme God Emperor.
When the immortals start a war, mortals will suffer. Such fierce energy, and the soul is the most vulnerable part of the human body...
Waves of heartbreaking pain came, and Ye Qinghan's two soul oceans once again became a battlefield between the power of light and the power of darkness.
If there is a strong person from the God Realm here, or if there is a God of Light here, he will definitely be shocked. Because even if someone breaks through the ninth level and is recognized by the laws of heaven and earth, it is impossible for such a phenomenon to occur. These seven-colored auspicious clouds fill the sky of the entire sacred continent. The purple thunder is thicker and thicker than the last, and more turbulent than the last...
He thought of Cangcheng again, of Purple Island, of the Fireworks Tribe, of Fengshen Valley, of Yanlong City, of Supreme Island, and of the beautiful endless void.