The empty nebulae are colorful, some are like bubbles, some are like butterflies, and some are like honeycombs...
The interstellar gas clouds that disintegrated due to mysterious power pulled out ghostly nebulae in the cold and deep universe, some like faces, some like human figures...
The sparse and scattered star clusters are rotating "extremely slowly" with one light-year spiral arm after another.
If you look carefully...
However, very special "stars" can be found in some star clusters. Those stars seem to be at the core of the star cluster, but most of them are dim, like a square of special tombstones, erected by someone unknown, and exist here. In the starry sky of the universe.
If there were such a detached observer, he would find that each such star is completely different from the stars next to it.
Because, these stars seem to hide one independent world after another...
In human terms, it is a calamity.
Hundreds of millions of dollars in ancient times, how many calamities have befallen this world.
In addition to the eternal black tide, there have been many substitutes for fire tribulations, mountain and river tribulations, and even karma tribulations.
And these cemeteries are the sources of calamity that once existed.
I don’t know how many truly unparalleled geniuses, stunning talents, and blessed people have merged with these sources of calamity, but in the end they still ended up blending into the dark tide.
The old tombstones are dead,
A new world is being born again,
From the ordinary eye's perspective, they are one "seed"-like "cluster" after another, constantly absorbing more surrounding matter, and then, under a mysterious force, gradually develop into new, A small world covered in dust.
The universe is so mysterious and vast that those who have never entered it can only sit in a well and look at the sky.
The limits of what people imagine and what they consider to be the ultimate level of cultivation are just a glimpse of what is possible.
And in this endless world, the pitch-black supreme black tide is still swimming in the trajectory thousands of light-years away from the human world, but its left eye has disappeared.
Where the left eye disappeared, the opening leading to the human world did not disappear...
This is the hole through which Zhenlu is maintained.
However, ordinary resentful spirits cannot enter such a hole, and can only wait for the next being who notices this hole to crawl in again.
What's strange to the resentful spirits is, wasn't there an ancient master who crawled in before
Where did it go
Why is the channel still there
It stands to reason that once merged, the channel will disappear.
So didn’t the Ancient Lord merge
The squinting supreme demonic dragon swam "slowly" in a meandering way, and the endless resentful spirits opened their mouths to let out silent and vicious wails in the universe where sound could not be transmitted.
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Chi Chi Chi! !
The breath of resentment emanates from the established trajectory, but only a little bit is dispersed by the expansion and contraction of the trajectory.
The mysterious and mysterious aura and the unwavering mind are slowly dissolving the terrifying resentment in the aura.
The flow of breath gradually slowed down, and it heard the sound of the heart.
Every sound is like thousands of Buddhas chanting sutras sincerely, not to send it to the unknown kingdom of the dead, not to make it put down the butcher knife, but just to calm its grievances and regain the power of choice.
That trajectory…
It's Xia Ji's blood vessels.
That breath...
It was the Ancient Lord that was now flowing in his veins, or rather half-sealed.
The BOSS of the next killing calamity arrived in advance of this killing calamity, and was half-sealed in the blood vessel of a human being. No one dared to believe it.
In the wind and snow, Xia Ji's silver hair was like a wave, walking alone on this deserted land, and walking in the busy city like a mortal. He asked the time and knew that more than three hundred years had passed, which meant wonderful things. His life is running out and he wants to go back.
However, as soon as he moved, he seemed to feel something, and stepped to the other side.
But after walking a few steps, I realized that the wind and snow were really heavy, so I ran to an umbrella vendor, pointed at a black umbrella and asked, "How much does it cost?"
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north.
The last refuge of monks in Yanzhou.
After more than half a year of fierce fighting, it has come to an end.
Now, in the vast snow-capped mountains, the aura covering the mountains has dimmed its light.
This is a sign that the formation has become weak in the Kuroshio's attack.
And if the Kuroshio is allowed to continue attacking, even having such a profound formation will be doomed to be useless.
Therefore, the monks hiding in it cannot hide all the time, and they must go out to fight.
Soldier against soldier.
Against the general.
King versus king.
At this time, there were dense clouds and heavy snowfall. A demonic shadow and a majestic figure flickered in and out, attacking each other. During the fierce back and forth, thunderous sounds came from the sky from time to time.
boom!
The clouds break,
The demonic figure was blasted away, only to see a giant with black smoke all over his body and blood-red eyes. This was the Resentment Master Yao Zhu.
Flying out at the same time as the giant was a man as strong as a mountain, holding a snake spear in his left hand and a giant shield in his right hand.
The man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, with a resolute expression. Although he was covered in blood during the previous confrontation, he was still unaware of it. He could not retreat because he was the Xuanwu Venerable in this sanctuary.
Fight for people, fight for the last pure land of this continent!
He was framed by the resentful monks but was not killed. He was trapped in a dark dungeon maze for more than two hundred years. It was these two hundred years of confinement that made his willpower stronger and stronger. Being tempered, his strength improved to a higher level, and he finally broke out of the cage, which was a blessing in disguise.
At this time, Yongzhu was like a violent demon tiger. As soon as he appeared, he turned into a black light and rushed forward violently. Like a tiger roaring among the stars, his whole body was burning with the black aura of resentment, and he also There is no need for weapons, just your hands are weapons.
During the stampeding, the earth was used as the head of the drum, beating crazily.
In the blink of an eye, Yaozhu was in front of Venerable Xuanwu. He raised his hand to cover the cage, crushing it down like a magic mountain.
Venerable Xuanwu's expression remained motionless, and he suddenly raised the giant turtle-shell-like shield in his left hand.
boom! !
The shields and mountains collided, and the aftermath of extremely dense energy exploded like a tidal wave.
Just this one moment, if it were an ordinary monk, his body and Dharma body would be completely shattered.
But Venerable Xuanwu could not be shaken. He endured the aftermath of the huge energy, and his muscles all over his body felt like hammers, but he completely ignored it. The ink snake spear in his right hand turned into lightning and stabbed out fiercely.
This stab seemed to be silent and silent.
However, Yao Zhu didn't dare to take the blow hard at all. Instead, he raised his palm as big as a futon. As if the palm was solid, it suddenly turned into a black shield.
Ding!
A soft sound.
However, Yongzhu was hit and took a few steps back.
When he retreated, the shield in Venerable Xuanwu's left hand suddenly released, and the shield turned into a turtle shell and kept spinning around him, but it did not hinder any of his movements at all.
His original right hand grasping the spear became a two-hand grasp. He stepped into the void and shook the spear body as his body pulled out a hundred feet of airflow.
The spear instantly split into many spear flowers, but these spear flowers were not mortal spear flowers at all, but turned into black snakes wrapped in black film...
Almost all of these black snakes became entities and had life. In his flick of the gun, they swooped out like a hunter.
Hundreds of snakes pierce through the air, giant shields dance, and both offense and defense are top-notch magical powers.
Facing this attack, Yongzhu did not retreat. Instead, he stepped forward and allowed the guns to poke black holes in his body...
However, he completely ignored these attacks, and he did not feel the pain in his body. Instead, he punched in mid-air.
The vengeful master will never die, let alone this shot
What Yingzhu was waiting for was for the opponent to attack with all his strength while he was counterattacking.
However, Venerable Xuanwu was well prepared. After he thrust out the spear, he didn't even look at the result. Instead, he grabbed the flying giant shield with his left hand, held it horizontally in front of him, and faced the fist shadow that instantly hit his face.
boom! !
Another ripple of energy spread wildly, and the surrounding air could not bear it, shattering one after another, turning into continuous thunder in the winter snow.
The bones of Venerable Xuanwu were pressed so hard that they made a slight "click" sound, but then they gave a sudden push, which bounced the stick away, and then they threw themselves at each other.
The two fought fiercely, going back and forth, but Venerable Xuanwu finally couldn't bear the fight anymore and had no choice but to retreat into the Xuan Formation.
As soon as he retreated, the other monks who followed him also retreated.
The black tide surged towards the profound formation again and launched attacks. The light shield withstood these attacks, and ripples appeared, overlapping each other. For a while, even the scenery outside could not be seen clearly.
Venerable Xuanwu stood on the top of the snow-covered mountain, looking up at the dim Xuan array, closing his eyes and saying nothing.
The others were also silent.
There are many monks here, but they no longer distinguish between righteous and evil cultivators or casual cultivators.
What we have here are just comrades fighting side by side.
One of the demon cultivators sighed: "If we can work together, we can defend it. Although Yongzhu is powerful, the sword demon is still there, so we can definitely cooperate with Venerable Xuanwu for better defense."
Bai Xiaoye bit her lip, with an uncomfortable look in her eyes, "If brother is still here..."
Yes.
If the human monks had not dispersed initially, there might not be a chance of survival.
But now, I can only live one day at a time.
Anyone can see that this mysterious formation is about to break.
And Venerable Xuanwu can support everyone for more than half a year, which is extremely powerful.
winter night…
It's snowy and windy.
Kuroshio stopped attacking. After all, except for the resentful leader, the others were already monks, not immortals.
Clusters of bonfires rose up, and the flames burned brightly, illuminating the tip of the iceberg in the majestic mountain range.
The defensive monks crossed their legs to maintain the formation on the top of the mountain peaks.
The monks in the valley have different expressions.
During these days, their Taoist hearts have been shaken, and some of them even began to doubt whether they should embark on this path of cultivation.
In such a mentality, many people actually choose to drink to relieve their sorrows and just get drunk.
"Failed..."
"This time it was a complete failure..."
"Why is this happening?"
Questions and cries sounded from time to time in the middle of the night.
However, what's the use
midnight.
swish swish...
Snowflakes are blowing in the wind.
Outside the mysterious formation, outside the black tide, outside the resentful spirit monks,
A silver-haired man was approaching. Feeling the strong wind and snow, he actually held up a black umbrella.
He bought this black umbrella in a nearby mortal town.
He was like a lost traveler who accidentally entered the largest battlefield in Yanzhou.