Until the last world will was killed by the leader of Tongtian and moved away by the Yellow Turban Strongman.

The old man didn't have any other moves because it was not worth it.

The Divine Lord Qingluo never stopped him, perhaps because he was afraid, or perhaps because he felt that it was not worth his risk.

After all, there are three thousand worlds, where is it?

Only those gods and demons who were lost in their minds were still rushing to the sky without any effort, like pitiful ants shaking the big tree.

They were never seen by them, and perhaps in their eyes, they did not exist at all.

This is the coldness of gods and demons, and the devils of gods and demons, including Qingluo and his teachers.

This is probably the nature of the Chaos God and Demon.

It is completely different from the current Pangu prehistoric world.

Pangu's soul was divided into three parts and he had a brotherly relationship.

After the Taoist ancestor passed on the Tao, he had the affection of a master and disciple.

When Emperor Tian got married, he began to have a relationship between husband and wife.

When a saint preaches, he will have the feelings of sentient beings.

...

The end of the prehistoric world is different.

Not only are there moral constraints, but also various emotions between living beings.

Qingluo stood outside the chaotic water world and stared at Tongtian's arrogant back, his lips closed and silent.

The innate gods and demons also retreated to their great world, silently.

Wearing a green robe, holding a sword, standing on the sky, silently.

The sky had been opened, but he did not step in. The Tongtian Sect presided over Jian Yili, to his fellow disciples, and to his brothers, with a green robe, raised his hand and sword to split a road that led to chaos, and left with great strides.

After being stunned by the immortals in the prehistoric world, they showed a clear expression. It would be better to stay outside with him.

Just like this time.

After the Heavenly Blinds and Heavens were sealed, who could go out except for the Yellow Turban Strongman condensed by Xuanhuang merits?

Even though they watched Chaos Qingluo and the Lords of Gods and Demons take action, they could only watch the Four Poles Saints bear it silently.

The saints of the Four Poles hold up the sky and the umbrella. The rain, snow, and hail from outside the sky must be blocked and suffered.

As soon as the sky opened, gods and demons poured in like locusts, crossing a boundary, but the corpse was like rain.

The sound of the piano in Taichu is no longer like gurgling water, moistening people's hearts, flowers bloom on the other side, and killing continues.

This is the beginning of another cycle.

The gods and demons, and the gods and demons, died, and the rain was heavy, and the gods and demons were also stronger.

The most powerful people in the prehistoric world also used force more frequently.

Only the piano sounds on Skeleton Mountain are both slow and slow, and they are harvesting their lives without slow speed and stabilize people's hearts.

When I look at her, it seems that my heart will be calm.

Shi Ji smiled and drank a sip of fragrant wine from time to time.

It seems that mental fatigue will be wiped out.

Her spirit has been consumed all the time, but like a trickle, she outputs very little every minute and every second.

The wine gourd is floating, and it is in harmony with the owner of Shiji. The five little people with merit and the little wine worm are particularly active and happy today.

The owner drank the wine they brewed, and they went to help the owner move the mountain.

The sound of the piano is rustling, like a sickle harvesting crops, or a knife rising and falling, cutting through the throat bone, and it is like the flowers blooming on the other side. The flower language says "Die!"

Shiji reaps life slowly, as if it was another cycle. In fact, only she knew it was different. She was more skillful in this song. The moment the flowers bloomed, it became more bloody and more gorgeous.

Flowers should be beautiful and murder should be fast. She is pursuing the ultimate, which she calls Tao.

This process will be very long and she is not in a hurry.

Because there are many people she wants to kill, they are all in line.

In addition to the one hundred and nine worlds that have been silent, there are too many more.

This is not contrary to her original intention of sitting here.

She sat here to buy time for the prehistoric world and give as much time as possible to grow up for the younger generations of the prehistoric world.

This is her mission, and it is also the mission of their generation and the seniors on the mountain.

As for what the outcome would be, she would not spend any effort on it.

I thought about everything I should think about before I came.

What she has to do now is to play the piano and do what she loves most, never stopping for a minute, never stopping for eternity.

This is her way.

She seems to have realized something again?
Chapter completed!