The starry sky, the broken stars and the rubble are flying, and the devastation is everywhere, which is shocking.
The catastrophe in the world, the chaos of the gods, and the sorrow of the common people.
At the end of the starry sky, a broken continent floated, and the fairyland, under the cover of the saints in the world, finally stayed away from the battlefield.
On the Immortal Realm, Zhiming was dressed in plain clothes, with white hair dyed red.
"The gods are chaotic, the sun and the moon move, and the heaven and the earth are inanimate."
In front of Zhiming's body, the Book of Creation is ups and downs, and the silver light is dazzling, illuminating the broken world.
Witnessing the death of a cherished person in battle, Ning Chen could no longer see sadness in his eyes, as if he had forgotten what sadness is.
In the sky above Ning Chen, four avenues bridges ups and downs, three of which have been completed, only the fourth, Cambridge, has never been completely solidified.
From ancient times to the present, no one has ever been able to achieve more than two avenues. Knowing that, with the help of the phoenix and devil's twins, he can make two, and achieve three great avenues.
However, the fourth kendo, which does not exist in heaven and earth, has become a barrier that prevents Zhiming from entering a higher realm.
"Know your fate!"
At this time, on the Immortal Realm, a swordsman in white appeared, with a familiar face and a familiar sword intent, but it was better than before.
Feeling the person behind him, Ning Chen turned around and said softly, "Jian Er, welcome back."
Jian Er raised his eyes to look at the immortal realm and the world, and he could no longer see the prosperity of the past.
"Your sword is not firm enough."
Jian Er retracted his gaze, looked at the young man Suyi in front of him, and said calmly, "What are you afraid of?"
Ning Chen was silent and did not answer.
"Even if this world is destroyed, there is still hope of rebirth. If it is not broken, what are you afraid of?" Jian Er asked again.
"Even if all the relatives die, there are still memories, and perhaps, reincarnation, what are you afraid of?" Jian Er asked again.
Ning Chen's body trembled slightly, looking at the best friend in front of him, his hands clenched tightly.
After a long time, Ning Chen released his hands, his expression became firm again, and he walked towards the distant fairy palace.
In front of the Immortal Hall, Lime dressed in Tsing Yi stood there quietly, waiting silently as before.
Ning Chen came over and looked at the woman in front of him. At this moment, he didn't know what to say.
"This is the last battle!"
In the back, Qing Ning looked at the white-haired man in front of him and said, "Don't worry about us, let's go to war."
"Um!"
Ning Chen nodded lightly, and walked into the Immortal Palace.
Outside the fairyland, the terrifying pressure spreads, the gods are coming, and the momentum is amazing.
Even if he fled to the ends of the earth, he still couldn't escape the eyes of the gods. The gods came from outside the endless time and space, and crossed the obstacles of one layer after another of small worlds, and they were very close to the fairyland.
"After waiting for so long, it's finally my turn."
In front of the Immortal Realm, Mu Qianshang watched the gods coming from afar with a smile on his face.
"And my lord, me."
At this time, out of nowhere, a familiar voice rang out, and after thousands of years, it was so nostalgic.
Behind Mu Qianshang, a purple-clothed figure stepped forward, with a rebellious face that looked so handsome at this moment.
"You are still alive." Mu Qianshang said lightly.
"Young master can't die so easily." Luo Xingchen said with a smile.
"I'm going to die soon." Mu Qianshang turned back, looked at the approaching breath at the end of the starry sky, and said calmly.
"People always die, either heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather." Luo Xingchen said nonchalantly.
"Who said that?" Mu Qianshang said calmly.
"Know your fate." Luo Xingchen smiled.
"Do you believe what he said?"
Mu Qianshang replied lightly, without staying any longer, and flew out of the Immortal Realm.
"I don't want to believe it either. It's a pity that if I don't want to believe it, I have to believe it. One day, the young master will fight for such a vulgar reason as the rise and fall of the world."
Luo Xingchen murmured, and the figure flashed and flew forward.
"Sister Liming, I also went to help."
In front of the Immortal Palace, Yin'er said.
"Um."
Lime nodded and said softly, "Go."
"Aren't you going with Sister Liming?" Yin'er asked.
"No, I still have things to do." Lime replied with a gentle smile on her face.
Yin'er nodded, and without saying more, turned into a stream of light and flew into the distance.
The last battle power in the world all left one after another, and the fairyland became very quiet.
In the Immortal Hall, four immortal swords that are sealed in wooden sheaths float up and down, and the four swords of killing immortals have been sharpened for thousands of years.
In front of the immortal sword, Ning Chen stood quietly, raised his right hand, and pressed it on the immortal sword.
In an instant, the four immortal swords vibrated violently.
The suffocating qi is endless, like a shock wave spreading away from the immortal hall.
Outside the Immortal Hall, Qing Ning was shocked by this evil spirit and retreated a few steps, with a condensed expression on her face.
The suffocating energy on the Four Swords of Zhuxian was so strong.
Outside the fairyland, the battle was fierce, and the white clothes were dyed red.
The tragic battle pierced through hundreds of small worlds, and the star marks were full of bows, even more dazzling than Shenyue.
After the First World War, new red was added to the gods, and the twelve white divine wings were no longer holy.
Half a day later, in front of the Immortal Realm, the god walked over, looking at the Immortal Realm, which had almost become a dead world, and frowned slightly.
what happened
On the fairyland, evil spirits lingered, swallowing all vitality.
In the Immortal Realm, there is no sign of life anymore, which is shocking.
In front of the Immortal Hall, a figure in Tsing Yi fell into a pool of blood, but his expression was unusually serene.
In the turbulent evil spirit, Su Yi stepped out, her eyes and white hair turned gray.
The last tear fell from the eyes of knowing fate, and the clothes were wet.
The blood-drinking Immortal Execution Sword, the blood-colored mist lingering, cut off the last trace of concern in this life. From then on, he was a complete demon.
Let the suffocating suffocation pour into the body, burn his benevolent heart, and demonize his Meishan Mountain.
In the void, the bridges of the three avenues collapsed, and all the power continued to sink into the bridge of the fourth avenue.
Suddenly, the fourth avenue bridge gradually solidified, and the gray stone bridge was terrifyingly silent.
The world of creation symbolizes the realm of creation. Now, there is no trace of vitality in sight, only the destruction of dead silence, destroying everything.
Before the chaos of the gods, Zhiming entered the swordsmanship of destruction, annihilating the last human nature.
The endless sword pressure fills the air, all the vitality of the fairyland is gone, and everything does not exist.
One prosperous hall after another, unable to withstand this terrifying force of destruction, was destroyed one after another.
"Prince of Immortal Domain, see you again, you are different."
In front of Immortal Realm, the god looked at the gray-haired man in front of him, and said calmly, "Unfortunately, you are the only one, you will still be defeated."
"Really? What about me?"
During the speech, above the nine heavens, black feathers were scattered all over the sky, and a figure surrounded by demonic energy descended from the sky, and the twelve sin wings covered the sky and the sun.
Hades reappeared, the world shook.
As soon as he set foot on the ground, Zhou Tian collapsed, and the sun, moon and stars couldn't bear this terrifying power, and collapsed suddenly.
Xuanyi's royal clothes, hunting with the wind, although his face is different, his aura remains the same.
The King of the Great Summer, the No. 1 Martial God in the heavens who looks down upon the heavens, returns to the world, time is chaotic and everything is upside down.
"You really didn't die." The god said with a sullen face.
"Xianzun, let's go together!"
Pluto opened his mouth, the demonic energy around him was surging, and the madness of the apocalypse rose again.
Zhiming nodded, Zhu Xian appeared on the peak, and the brilliance covered the sky.
In the void, ten volumes of celestial books appeared in the world and transformed into the fairyland.
The princes join hands with the gods of war, the ten volumes of the book of heaven will be reincarnated, the final battle will begin, and the nine days are boundless on heroes.