In the sky, the saint fell, and the gods were shocked.
Qingshui and Bailian were killed one after another, and Jinguang and Mozhu also disappeared.
Demons who came from nowhere, slaughtered the saints, and caused drastic changes in the world.
The fall of the saint is a major event in the entire world. The world, the realm of the gods, and the heavens, whether humans or gods and demons, are shocked by it.
In the human world, although the starry sky is incomplete, the splendor of human cultivators has reached its peak, which is comparable to the mythical age of the gods in the early days.
The fall of the saint has caused the incompleteness of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, but it has also given mankind the opportunity to achieve the Great Dao.
"Master, Sister Liming, when can you come back?"
Xianyu, Yin'er sat on the stone steps in front of the fairy palace, her eyes were full of thoughts, and she whispered softly.
Over the thousands of years, Yin'er has become stronger and stronger, and has become the most powerful person in the world.
As the descendant of Tianyu, and possessing the talent of Fengyuan and Yin'er, even in the age of mythology, there are only a handful of them. Since his cultivation, he has reached the realm of monarchy.
"I miss your master again?"
At this moment, a beautiful shadow walked over and said.
"Lady."
When Yin'er saw the person coming, she immediately got up and said respectfully.
Nu Chang smiled, reached out and patted the head of the girl in front of her, and said, "If you want him, practice hard. When you are stronger, I will take you to heaven to find him."
"Really?" Yin'er said in surprise.
"Um."
Nv Chang nodded slightly and said with a smile, "So, you have to practice hard."
"understood."
Yin'er nodded vigorously and replied.
At the same time, in the north of the fairyland, the black mountains and white waters are manifested. In the mountains and water ink realm, the ink-white swordsmen practice swords, and the swords are sharp and dazzling.
In the distance of the Sword Region, a purple figure stood still on the peak, with a bow full of star marks in his hand, and then, a cyan arrow burst out of the sky, and the power was earth-shattering.
Thousands of miles apart, the arrow was startling, the majestic and endless arrows destroyed everything along the way, and instantly reached thousands of miles ahead.
In the landscape of swordsmanship, Mobaijian felt it, and he looked back at his sword and slashed the arrow.
Sword Intent, Arrow Intent, and extreme martial arts confrontation, the world suddenly changed color.
The rumbling vibrated, resounding throughout the fairyland, and the aftermath oscillated and spread out continuously.
In the east, in front of the Immortal Hall, the female often felt the aftermath of the distant spread, but it was no surprise that she waved her hand to shake off the aftermath.
The cultivation of these two people is progressing faster and faster.
From all sides of the immortal realm, the great cultivators of the human world devote themselves to cultivation, only to reach the top of the martial arts.
At this point, cultivation has become a habit, an attachment, not just for longevity.
"Do you want to go to the sky and take a look?" Luo Xingchen said calmly.
"Um."
Mu Qianshang nodded and said, "One day, I will go up and take a look."
In the sky, at the end of the eastern world, above the sea, the waves are rolling and the waves are terrifying.
In the turbulent waves, a plain-clothed figure stood in the sky, and the surrounding chaotic water sources filled the air, which was unusually powerful.
After devouring the origin of Sage Qingshui, Ning Chen improved his cultivation level and stepped into the Creation Realm with half a foot.
Beyond the realm of monarchs, and yet to be completely transformed into the Dao, Ning Chen has become the most special existence in this world, powerful but has not lost his humanity.
As the years passed, Ning Chen understood more and more why the Lord of Immortal Domain didn't take this last step.
The avenues are ruthless, and so are the saints.
When he touched the realm of creation, he could already feel the coldness of the avenue.
He knew that if he took this last step, his humanity would disappear completely and he would turn into a cold and ruthless monster.
However, if you don't take this step, how can you kill all the saints in the heavens.
"What are you hesitating about?"
Outside the stormy waves, Fan Lingyue, who was wearing a light blue dress, stepped forward. Wherever he passed, the stormy waves below him gradually subsided, and he asked.
In the midst of the shock, Ning Chen opened his eyes and said calmly, "So far in my practice, I have always felt a little unwilling."
"I only know that if you don't enter the Creation Realm, you can't really kill all the saints." Fan Lingyue said lightly.
Ning Chen was silent for a long time, sighed softly, no longer hesitated, and closed his eyes again.
Immediately, amidst the stormy waves, a powerful aura continued to spread, slamming into the legendary boundary between humans and gods, the world of creation.
Outside Jingtao, Fan Lingyue stood quietly on the sea, looking into the distance, a flash of condensed color flashed.
Is it an illusion? She always feels that something terrible is going to happen.
In the heaven and the northern world, in a temple that has survived for endless years, a war broke out, and the entire temple was destroyed overnight.
In the shrine, the saint who controlled Yifang Dao fell, and the whole shrine was stained with blood.
It was a terrifying sight, the holy blood splattered all over the sky, dyeing half of the northern world blood red.
"Roar!"
At this moment, the heaven and the earth split open, a huge wild beast appeared, and the beast's roar shook the sky.
The wild beast appeared and devoured the temple directly.
The desolate beast that devoured the holy blood suddenly mutated, and the astonishing coercion spread, vaguely, there was a hint of a monarch's breath.
At the same time, countless wild beasts from all over the northern world transformed into the most terrifying monsters after swallowing the holy blood.
Immediately, the northern world was in chaos, and life was devastated.
"Have you felt it?"
At the end of the eastern world, in the sea, Fan Lingyue opened her mouth and said condensedly.
"Um."
In the shocking waves, Ning Chen, who was attacking the Creation Realm with all his strength, nodded and said, "Another saint has fallen."
"They may have taken that step." Fan Lingyue said calmly.
That magical energy, cold and ruthless, just like the feeling of all saints.
Ning Chen was silent and did not answer.
At the same time, in the ruined colorful temple, the splendor was extremely prosperous, and the ink master in a white robe walked out, looking at the northern world, his eyes narrowed.
"You sure aren't dead!"
The dark aura spread, and the Lord of Darkness appeared and said.
"It's a pity Bai Lian and Jin Guang."
Lord Mo said lightly, "How is your injury?"
"Has healed."
The Lord of Darkness replied, "The one from the east should be about to take the last step."
"Twilight of the Gods, from the very beginning to the present, even the saints will finally face catastrophe." Lord Mo said calmly.
"Is Lord Mo also afraid?" The Lord of Darkness sneered.
"That's not true, I'm just curious about the reaction of the Eighth Heavenly Man." Lord Mo replied, looking at the sky.
"God?"
The Lord of Darkness said coldly, "This is not the first time I heard you mention him. Is that god stronger than Hades?"
"Do not."
Lord Mo said calmly, "Only in terms of force, Hades, the number one god of martial arts in the heavens, is undoubtedly the strongest, but the fear of gods is not just about power."
"What's the meaning?"
The Lord of Darkness said condensedly.
"Among the forty-nine avenues, there is only the Eighth Heaven, who can change everything, including life and death." The ink master whispered softly, "Because he controls the most unknowable force in the world, time."