The ants finally dragged down the huge figure of the Heavenly Holy Emperor.

And the Yutian Holy Emperor who knelt down, climbed better and his height dropped a lot.

More and more people climbed to higher positions. Although the Emperor Yutian could beat off the large 'ants' blocks of 'ants' attached to him, the next second, a large number of 'ants' were supplemented. He could never finish the slap in the endless ants.

People set their own higher records time and time again.

The Emperor Yutian roared in horror.

But when he felt fear and fear, everything seemed to come a little late.

"Get down! Get down all of them!"

"You ungrateful humans, I have given you the right to survive again!"

"Ignorance! Ignorance! Get out!"

The roar of the Holy Emperor Yutian gradually weakened. He was like a huge struggling lion. The dense crowd had climbed onto his face, entered his ears, mouth, nostrils, and eyes... After a while, time was gone.

Hundreds of billions of people were all attached to his body, like a vast ant colony, wrapping up an adult man.

The Emperor Yutian could not hold on any longer.

His giant body was completely dragged to the ground, with hundreds of billions of people on him. No matter how he swung it, he couldn't continue... "No~!"

"No!!"

He let out the last unwilling shout... "Spiritual explosion!!"

People held hands and shouted in unison.

Boom! Boom!! In an instant, a sudden explosion sounded, hundreds of billions of people exploded at the same time, and a dazzling white light burst out.

The sky and the earth swayed violently, and the dark sky was like a vast mirror, shattering again, and countless centipede-like cracks appeared on the ground. The unwilling struggle of the Emperor Yutian was swallowed up in this dazzling white light and gradually disappeared.

The scene gradually blurred.

The scene of heaven and earth is disappearing little by little.

The seven dead areas such as Seoul were also blurring a little bit, the picture began to become hazy, and all the scenes seemed to be regressing and blurring... When Qin Mo came back from his trance, he realized that he was no longer standing on the head of Seoul, but standing in this piece of white light time.

The countless corpses on the battlefield of the undead also disappeared bit by bit, and the strong smell of blood on the battlefield also faded, fading... until there was no breath at all.

The distant temple of the Dead collapsed with a bang.

The dazzling white light gradually swallowed the entire Hall of Dead. This world created by the Heavenly Emperor Yu gradually collapsed and disappeared. The world of Dead is getting farther and farther away from Qin Mo... After the Hall of Dead was swallowed by the white light, there was only a yellowed ancient book, lying alone in the white light.

Qin Mo walked towards the ancient book tremblingly step by step.

He felt that the journey was so long. The road he had walked was the road to death that millions of people had taken. Although all the scenes were disappearing, the painful and complicated memories in his mind never left... those faces... those people who were willing to die... Although the world was fading away, their appearance was so clear in Qin Mo's mind.

I don't know how long it took.

Qin Mo finally walked to the ancient book.

"Mirror Locking Divine Art·Part 1".

When Qin Mo saw these words, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

So, in this world that is about to collapse and disappear, he can cry loudly and vent his crying emotions.

He no longer has to worry about his identity as a leader as he used to be, nor has he had to be afraid. His own collapse will lead to the collapse of millions of people here. In this short period of time, he belongs entirely to himself.

He just wanted to cry heartily for those who died.

Qin Mo reached out and wanted to touch the temperature of this world again. Although it was the undead world and all dead people, Qin Mo never felt that it was cold here. The undead world was a warm world. He wanted to remember everything here, the names of each of them, their heroic deeds... and the words that have been constantly emphasized.

Inheritance! Inheritance!! But he could no longer feel this world. He could not grasp this collapsed world. This world was disappearing rapidly, gradually entering the chaotic darkness from the white light until the last ray of white light turned into a light and disappeared. Everything about this world turned into nothingness.

This dark road... Qin Mo always felt that he had come here, and even went on it, as if he had met someone on this road.

But he really couldn't remember what was going on.

He tried hard to recall it, but all he received was a severe headache.

He still had a vague impression. On this long dark road, he saw a person, Qin Zifang, Qin Yenan, Shen Wuming... but it seemed like a dream. You think it was real, but it was fake. You think it was fake, it seemed so real.

Just walking on this road, Qin Mo couldn't help but shed tears.

But he didn't know why he cried, and the sudden tears made him feel so inexplicable.

He has never been a crying person. After all, he is a photogenic leader and he cannot cry.

Suddenly, he saw paintings in the dark desert.

A branch was lying calmly on the ground. The scene in the painting looked like Fengyue Tower, and there was also a pungent smell of feet, which made Qin Mo cry even more violently.

He tried to search, but could not find any trace.

He was stunned.

Suddenly, he felt something in his arms, so he hurriedly took it out.

"What?

"Mirror Locking God Technique·Part 1"?"

Qin Mo was stunned.

How did you get it yourself?

Where does this book come from?

Qin Mo laughed happily. He had been looking for this book, but it appeared out of thin air in his arms. It was really easy to get it! Immediately, Qin Mo didn't think about how it came about and started to study it quickly.

When reading this book... a powerful force entered Qin Mo's body like never before. It seemed that it was not the power of the book, but hundreds of thousands, millions, and even hundreds of billions of people! He was teaching him what they had learned! Qin Mo suddenly felt the pain of his body being torn apart! The fake immortal · Nineth level... Immortal! I touched the threshold of the immortal! Qin Mo's consciousness gradually became a little blurred, and he felt an unprecedented powerful force injected into his body.

And in the part of my heart... it seems that ancient words are engraved, like a powerful mark attached to my heart. To be more precise, it is the soul... inheritance! inheritance!! "Mirror Locking God Technique·Part 1" emits a sudden golden light, turning into a ray of golden light fluid, piercing through Qin Mo's skin and entering Qin Mo's mind.

And at this moment! On the African continent, the weather changes, and golden light shrouds the world!!
Chapter completed!