Shen Luo's mind was immersed in the black lotus platform, and his whole body seemed to have merged into one with this aura and the chaotic black lotus. For a moment, he even lost his perception of the outside world.
On the other side, after Chi You performed a Void Blade, power surged again, and the dark patterns on the Axe of Creation in his hand lit up again. The tremendous power surged, and he was about to swing out again.
But this time, his target was no longer the sky, but those monks of various races who dared to confront him.
"Boom boom"
Without the suppression of the Xuanhuang Wuji Formation, Chi You's slight movement of his arm caused the sky and earth to change color and a loud roar was heard.
He spun his arms, and the aura of destruction on the Axe of Creation covered the sky and the earth. The surrounding void was icy cold, and there was an aura of desolation and nothingness everywhere. The huge axe blade once again drew a half-arc of light that destroyed everything.
In a trance, everyone seemed to see a crescent moon hanging in the sky, falling from the sky. The void was shattered wherever it passed, and countless black space cracks spread out like a criss-crossing spider web.
The void began to collapse inch by inch, and the entire space seemed to be cut out from this world, falling into a huge vortex of chaos. No one could escape and could only wait for the final fate to come.
At this moment, everyone seemed to have seen the end, the ending of a life of vanity and ultimately nothingness.
All resistance, all effort, all struggle, seemed to be nothing but a dream under this axe that was powerful enough to destroy the world. There was no need to resist at all.
Under the Blade of the Void, all beings are equal and no one can escape death, but at the same time, no one will willingly sit and wait to die.
Jiang Shentian thrust his spear forward, with a heroic look on his face, and laughed loudly, "Haha, after this fight, I have no regrets in my life. Everyone, I'll go first."
After saying this, golden light suddenly surged all over his body, and he was about to take the initiative to meet the enemy.
But before he could make any move, a hand was already on his shoulder.
"As long as there is life, there is hope. The time has not come for you to face death calmly. Remember, even though we lost this battle, it does not mean the end of the Three Realms. You are the hope of the future." Zhen Yuan Daxian said with a smile.
“Even if we have to be the candle that turns to ashes, we should be the first to come.” Patriarch Bodhi flicked his whisk and walked forward.
Their eyes met, and they both subconsciously glanced at Shen Luo.
Because they learned from Shen Luo that in the original river of time, even a thousand years after the advent of the devil's calamity, there were still forces from all sides in the Three Realms organizing resistance, and it had never stopped.
Although the situation is somewhat different this time, they also believe that there will definitely be people who will persevere in resistance, and these young monks in front of them are the most vigorous spark of resistance left for future generations.
After saying this, green light emanated from the body of Zhen Yuan Da Xian, and his figure seemed to be stepping on a ladder made of clouds, gradually climbing higher and higher. His Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, but the black jade plate hanging from his waist hung at his side, motionless.
"I don't worship ghosts and gods, I don't fear demons, in this life, I only worship heaven and earth!"
Zhen Yuan Daxian uttered a clear chant, and the black jade plate on his waist immediately floated up in the wind, growing rapidly in front of him and turning into a nine zhang nine chi nine inch high black stone tablet.