Chapter five hundred and seventeenth unwilling to live
The deepest center of the abyss of eternal nothingness.
The battle between Di Xin and the six ancient wills is coming to an end.
But the war outside the abyss of eternal nothingness still continues.
Ancestor Hongjun seemed to be stunned and tore an ancient will into pieces.
Even tearing the enemy apart with his hands could not calm the anger in his heart.
He seemed like a devil who came to the world, tearing apart all the evil and dark creatures around him, and then his anger gradually subsided.
He looked at the scene in the distance that was full of illusions, and his Taoist heart, which had been calm for tens of millions of years, was aching.
He had lived in this world for too long and experienced too long, and he thought he would no longer have heartache.
However, when he personally watched his young disciple Tong Tian use the Zhuxian Sword Formation to rush and kill him crazily in order to save him from danger, and then was torn into pieces by the endless evil and dark creatures of heaven, he was finally
My heart aches.
In order to save him, Yuanshi burned his life source and soul essence to make Pangu's true spirit reappear, and then turned into a mummy, he was heartbroken beyond measure.
When Taishang Laojun transformed into the last trace of his soul, said goodbye to him with a calm expression, said "Take care, Master," and then passed away, he was stunned.
The scene of his first encounter with these three fellow refugees is still vivid in his mind.
At that time, they were still very ordinary ascetics and had not founded such a famous sect as Sanqing.
Although these three brothers are the incarnations of Pangu's true spirit, they have to practice step by step in a down-to-earth manner.
When the three brothers are weak, they will be chased around the world by ancient gods at every turn.
Tongtian was not as powerful as he is now. He was bullied by the ancient gods. He ran away and cried, saying that he wanted to ask his two brothers to avenge him.
Then, the three brothers went for revenge aggressively, and then were beaten up by the opponent. Then the three of them ran away and cried together.
When I saw the scene of these three brothers causing trouble, I couldn't help but laugh heartlessly.
In order to obtain the status of direct disciples, the three of them waited in front of the Zixiao Palace for an unknown amount of time. Later, the three brothers were too proud to admit it.
After gaining the status of a personal disciple, he became even more arrogant and ignorant of the world, causing all sorts of troubles, causing endless headaches.
Before the three of them could prove the way of heaven, they dared to seek trouble against the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the great demon kings from all over the world. They were beaten into disgrace at every turn, and then they slipped back to Zixiao Palace to have contractions.
To avoid danger.
Ancestor Hongjun slowly closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, one eye turned black and the other turned white.
The aura of the Great Dao and the devil appeared around him at the same time, and his cultivation level also skyrocketed, almost proving the Great Dao.
A man from one side came over, holding the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in his arms.
Zhundi Taoist died tragically and gave his last magical weapon to Jie Yin.
Nuwa also appeared from the corner of the abyss of eternal nothingness. The heavenly furnace she carried on her shoulders was also shattered into pieces. Even the innate divine flame inside was languishing and was about to be extinguished.
The Jiangshan Sheji Map had long since exploded, and even the fragments had disappeared without a trace.
However, she was holding an Immortal Killing Sword in her hand.
When Tongtian saw Ancestor Hongjun in distress, he used the Four Swords of Zhuxian to push away countless evil and dark creatures, but was surrounded by countless enemies.
The other three immortal swords had been shattered into pieces by the shock, and only this Immortal Killing Sword was blown away and flew into Nuwa's hands.
Amash, God, Khaos and all the surviving saints of heaven also manifested themselves.
This war lasted for nearly eight hundred years. Their team suffered heavy casualties, but it also completely destroyed the Abyss of Eternal Nothingness.
"Why is this necessary? You are supposed to be the most powerful and immortal people."
An ancient will looked at Ancestor Hongjun and the others with a horrified expression. Are these people crazy?
Isn’t it nice to enjoy power comfortably?
Ancestor Hongjun raised his head and looked at this ancient will, his black and white eyes filled with terrifying and overwhelming murderous intent.
"Because I wait and don't like to live an ignoble existence."
"Kill!"
Jie Yin burst out with a roar, waving the Seven Treasures Tree in his hand, and seven colors of holy light poured out.
"superior!"
The saints Kong Xuan and other saints also urged their own cultivation, erupting with terrifying heavenly aura, and charged towards the dark creatures of Xie Chong.
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The final battle has lasted for nine hundred years.
In a big, decayed world, war swords are broken, great joys and sorrows arise, and all the bronze masks that are empty of the four worlds are shattered.
King Quan Hegemony looked at the scarlet sun on the horizon gradually setting towards the west, just like the lives of other creatures, it was gradually coming to an end.
Dad died tragically, and so did the two saints.
Now, it's my turn.
He looked around at the dead comrades around him. They were dead in miserable conditions and had long since lost their vitality.
The Bronze Mask Legion protects all people in the world. Today, it is considered a worthy death.
Even if there are huge waves reaching the sky, I will not bow my head. Even if the sky collapses and the earth shatters, I will not bow my head.
Even though I am drowned in the East China Sea, I am looking for rocks to fill it up. Even though the mountains and rivers are majestic, I am breaking down the mountains to build roads.
Collect the five-color sacred stones, sacrifice them in the furnace, and refine the stones to replenish the sky.
The fire suddenly appeared, the cold retreated, and the warmth invaded.
When Yu the Great controlled the floods, he passed through the gate three times without entering, so he was caught in the turbulent flow.
Shen Nong often wiped out all the grass in the world, but his heart and soul were broken, but he benefited thousands of generations.
The four seas and five mountains are majestic and majestic. Our ancestors were tragic. They stood upright and opened up the world. My fate is up to me. I can't help it... I dedicated myself to death and died. But a single spark has the potential to start a prairie fire. All things are in the sky. I can resist alone.
The earth and the earth are all happy, focus on fame, be brave and loyal, and have no regrets throughout your life.
The king's hegemony sang an ancient war song. The sound was like thunder and the momentum was like a rainbow. It penetrated the entire world, wandered in the heavens and the world, and could not be dispersed for a long time.
The fairy sword in his hand also emits dazzling golden holy light. Wherever the sword points, the golden light shines with overwhelming power, cutting off the endless darkness.
"Burn my soul to help you enter the six paths of reincarnation!"
With the roar of the king's hegemony, his soul and essence ignited a raging fire.
In the outer world, a huge golden light person appeared.
I saw this huge golden light man opening his arms, embracing this rotten world, pulling it out from the endless darkness, and then suddenly throwing it into the wall of humanity and entering the Great Shang Dynasty.
The scope of protection.
Then, countless souls turned into points of light, were absorbed by the Reincarnation Palace, and entered the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
The huge golden light man smiled, indifferently, with relief, and then gradually disappeared into eternal nothingness.
In the rotten world that was directly thrown away, a golden light shot out of the sky, cut off the space, and manifested in the world outside the wall.
This golden light turned out to be a broken fairy sword.
The broken sword made whimpering sounds one after another, the sound was sad and sad, and it disappeared into the eternal nothingness together with its owner.