Anmuda stopped and stood in the depths of the altitude.??

The cold and empty space wrapped around his body, and the elemental power gathered from all directions, and gold, wood, water, fire and earth formed a complete cycle around him. They were entangled, transformed and reborn, and they were intertwined and entangled together, and they surged and stirred like the ocean.

The round horizon in the distance is behind the deep and endless void, dyed with a layer of halo, which is the afterglow of the setting sun.

The sunset was behind him. If he turned around, he could see the red fireball parallel to him behind him.

An Muda did not look back, even the sun behind him was just the afterglow.

The sun will rise on time tomorrow and set like today. The afterglow is the parting of the sun wavering to this earth every day, and his afterglow is the last attachment to this earth guarding the lifelong earth.

There is also the sadness that even the golden wind cannot be melted.

When he was just promoted to the Grandmaster, he looked down at the earth under his feet like ambition, full of confidence. But he never thought that one day it would become so desolate and broken. If anything made him feel sad, probably only such a broken and desolate sea of ​​silver fog would be witnessed by himself in his lifetime.

The Yuanshen retreated into the wilderness like a tide, using space to exchange for the time to survive and remove its vitality.

The silver fog surging all year round is regarded as the most powerful project of the Five Elements Heaven. Now it is just a valley where no grass grows. Without the silver fog, the mud at the bottom of the valley has been turned upside down, and there are big pits everywhere, like festering wounds.

Before leaving, the Elders cleaned up the treasures that had been accumulated in the Silver Mist Sea for thousands of years, leaving only useless silt, which accumulated in this empty valley and dried, waiting for the erosion of time.

Perhaps one day, heavy rains and mountain torrents will turn this valley, once dubbed the Holy Land of Jinxiu, into a lake again.

The wide and dry river of Yinwu River, with wild grass growing, and occasionally birds will fall to the ground and peck at the seeds. There are pits that are three feet tall in the ground, and the sky is full of wild animals, like a scar that runs through the Silverwu Sea.

Looking down from the sky, it is eye-catching and ugly.

Anmuda suddenly remembered the happy words.

It turns out that the master is also a human being.

Anmuda laughed at herself, her eyes cleared back and took steps again.

The last footprint he wants to leave.

The sky in the distance is like trembling, and the light that falls from time to time is like a meteor**.

Tianxin City was solemn, and all Yuan Xiu came out of the house. They stood on the street, staring at the direction of the Silver Mist Sea in a daze.

People's faces were covered with sorrow and their expressions were bleak.

Rumors in the market have been circulating for a long time, and everyone is prepared, but when the rumors become reality in front of them, everyone is panicked.

Because they all understand that they can never go back to the past.

The lights in the city are just coming, the scattered residences where ancestors live for generations, and the days they once felt dull and boring, are gone forever with the rumbling steps of the distant horizon and the glorious footprints.

The giant turns around and the curtain falls.

Where is the future? Is it in the vast wilderness where thorns are covered with wild beasts? Can it be defeated by the blood of God? Will it be annexed by the Emerald Forest? At least the Five Elements Heaven is out of the Heavenly Heaven, and I believe it will not be too bad for everyone?

The whimpering sound came out from some corner and spread quickly.

A trace of confusion and fear appeared on Mrs. Ye's face, but she quickly woke up and returned to her usual peace.

Nian Tingfeng appeared next to her like a ghost.

Mrs. Ye suddenly asked, "What do they think?"

Nian Tingfeng responded respectfully: "They are all willing to fight for their wife!"

Mrs. Ye smiled, not believing this sentence, but she did not expose it, but nodded: "Then let them prepare, Dai Gang won't wait too long."

"yes!"

Nian Tingfeng replied, but he did not retreat immediately, but looked at the glorious footprints falling from the sky in the distance.

That person did what they should do.

Shin Kong City.

On the tower of thousands of winds and ten thousand sounds, Yuchi Ba stared at the direction of the Silver Mist Sea. The trembling sky, the thunderous shock, and the scattered glorious footprints were moving towards the blood of the gods.

Senior Anmuda...

Yuchi Ba felt a little ashamed inexplicably, and he murmured to himself: "...I'm sorry senior. What's the solution? We don't want to endure it, we always have to separate. If we separate, we will separate, and the well will not overturn the river. Now Xinmin is doing well. We may not be able to win, at least we are fighting for ourselves, and no one wants to be cannon fodder anymore..."

As he spoke, the confusion in his eyes returned to clear light and then became fanatical.

He suddenly shouted to the huge glorious footprints in the distant sky: "Everyone has had enough of it after being cannon fodder for so many years!"

Even though he knew that Senior Anmuda couldn't hear it, he just wanted to vent his anger and anger.

But why are tears swelling in my eyes?

The ridge of Black Fish Mouth Mountain is full of people, like sculptures.

In the distance, invisible giants shine in their footsteps, shattering the sky, moving forward step by step.

Shi Xueman held Yun Rantian tightly, her face turned pale, and tears blurred her vision, but she pursed her lips tightly and tried her best to prevent tears from falling behind.

The teacher died, Ai Hui was seriously injured and unconscious, and his father was also waiting for support on the front line.

For a moment, unprecedented weakness and sadness surged into her heart, making her want to cry.

But she didn't. She knew since she was a child that crying was useless.

She wiped her tears, and the tears were still visible in her beautiful eyes, but she could not see any sadness. She was determined as iron, and she silently cleaned up her emotions.

There are still many things to do, such as Chongyunzhi's cultivation, healing Ai Hui, and Ai Hui's injuries have not healed. The practice of Thunder Sword must not be ignored.

Many, many.

"The Grandmaster is in this world, and defeats all the heroes of the world. The Grandmaster goes to death to stir up the wind and clouds of the world. Look, the sun and the moon are not shining, the stars are dim, the sky is lost, the earth is lost, and all things are mourning. How heroic! How happy! In this world, it is not the Grandmaster is not happy!" Le Bulong murmured, his tone was low, and turned to arousing and high-pitched look. An excited blush appeared on his cold and thin face.

Suddenly he used his best to shout to the distance: "Anmuda, don't be underestimated by that boy from the Emperor's Saint!"

Golden flames rose in his eyes, and something was burning in his chest. He turned his face and said to Shi Xueman: "Little girl, I will leave my idle apprentice to you. Haha, Grandmaster, I'm here! If you can't be a Grandmaster, just be the Grandmaster's enemy!"

After saying that, he turned into a fire and flew towards the other side of the sky, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Shi Xueman turned around and took a nostalgic look at the glorious footprints falling from the sky.

The teacher's efforts cannot be wasted.

She withdrew her gaze and said in a deep voice: "Start practice."

There was a commotion on both sides of the border between the Silver Mist Sea and the Yellow Sand Corner.

Boom boom boom.

In the distance, there seemed to be some monster coming to the horizon.

Shi Beihai and others came out of the camp involuntarily, looked up at the sky behind them, and huge bare footprints appeared in the sky, then fell on the ground, turning into huge footprints of several miles.

Only Shi Beihai, who had the most keen eyes, saw a vague figure in the extremely high deep space.

Shi Beihai's face changed drastically: "Senior Anmuda!"

The other people's faces also changed, and everyone immediately understood what was next.

Who will be left to Master Anmuda's last blow has always been the topic that everyone discusses most privately. There are only two possibilities, one is Dai Gang and the other is the Emperor Saint of God's Blood. Everyone thinks that the possibility of the Emperor Saint is higher.

Everyone was very enthusiastic during the discussion, but when this naivety came, there was only unspeakable sadness and he felt very upset.

boom!

A huge footprint that lasted five miles suddenly appeared in Ye Baiyi's military camp.

The footprints were deep in the trap as deep as a hundred feet deep. Originally, there were all dense camp tents. After a thousand soldiers had no time to wail, they all turned into blood mud.

This scene was so shocking that everyone was stunned when they saw it.

But when everyone came to the scene, everyone's face turned pale, whether it was the Beihai tribe or Ye Baiyi's army.

"Is this the master? Is this the power of the master?"

I don’t know how many people have the same thoughts in their minds at this moment.

Fear, instinctively fear, no matter how brave a warrior is, he can only instinctively tremble when facing this invincible inhuman power.

Ye Baiyi's body shivered slightly, and a look of despair appeared in his eyes. He had thought more than once about how to deal with a master. But at this moment, when he really faced the master, he realized how stupid and ridiculous his thoughts were.

Two more footprints.

There was no sign, no sound, no scream, no scream, no sound of bone shattering, only a loud bang, huge footprints took away the lives of hundreds of people.

The divine cultivators under Ye Baiyi's command are all elites of the blood of the gods. They dare to face the cruelest battle, but they cannot raise any courage in the face of such a unilateral massacre.

not good!

Ye Baiyi was very anxious. These three blows came too quickly and he could not make any adjustments.

There are faint signs of collapse in the team.

It was here that a majestic sound came from the sky.

"Anmuda, your opponent is me."

The whole sky was buzzing with this sentence.

The army, which had just shown signs of collapse, suddenly exclaimed a shocking cheer after two seconds of silence.

But the Beihai tribe was silent.
To be continued...