The mist mixed with black and gray threads blew away on Jian Wushuang's face with the long wind.
That intangible but qualitative feeling made him vaguely aware of his current situation.
The space boat that shuttled across the starry sky disappeared, along with all the disciples in the Palace of Life.
The strong uneasiness in his heart prompted Jian Wushuang to open his eyes, and what he saw was the darkness raging by the long wind.
It was as if the extreme darkness that had existed since ancient times obscured everything. Even if Jian Wushuang used his magical powers, he could only see clearly an area several feet away.
"What kind of place is this? Have I already arrived at the Land of Beihong?" Jian Wushuang murmured softly, but he remembered clearly that he was clearly in the space boat just now, but now he is in this mysterious world.
After thinking for a moment, he picked up a handful of sand on the ground with his hands, and saw through his golden eyes that the sand was not black, but a rough white substance covered with a golden halo.
"Buzz-buzz..."
The long sound like morning bells and evening drums seems to have passed through all realms of time and came from the distant past.
In such a strange environment, Jian Wushuang was horrified. He quickly lowered his body and looked into the chaotic distance.
The next moment, the chaotic extreme darkness slowly rose up like pure air. At the same time, as the extreme darkness faded, nearly a hundred big suns rose at the same time!
In such a scene, even Jian Wushuang, who created the Kingdom of God with his wave of hands, was secretly shocked.
No other reason, just because this scene is so shocking.
At this moment, these slowly rising suns are nearly a hundred times larger than the sun anywhere in the universe today. At the same time, these big suns no longer have a pure luster, but emit a huge purple-red light.
The whole world was dyed a terrifying purple-red color by the nearly hundred rounds of the sun.
As the extreme darkness receded, the long sounds like morning bells and evening drums became more frequent, and began to sound like war drums.
The sense of sadness that can be heard as weeping and complaining is even more heartbreaking in this desolate star field universe at this moment.
Jian Wushuang did not act rashly due to all the weird and strange phenomena in front of him. He had already roughly guessed in his mind that this was the Land of Beihong.
He was waiting quietly, his subconscious intuition telling him that everything here would be just the beginning.
Time here has long lost any value.
As the hundred-round sun rose straight into the sky, countless divine powers suddenly began to bloom in this ancient and desolate land of tragedy.
The ancient divine power of Ba Jue Qiong instantly covered the earth, and then the extremely pure and rich golden or red divine blood fell like a torrential rain.
Jian Wushuang, who was concentrating so much, could not have thought of such a thing, and was immediately hit by countless divine blood pockets that made him feel cold all over.
Jian Wushuang, who was doused all over, hurriedly used his magical power to create a transparent barrier and hid inside.
Along with the divine blood, there were countless huge stumps and severed arms that were filled with ancient charm.
The broken armor engraved with ancient secret texts was covered with divine blood, and the broken divine weapons were countless.
Jian Wushuang became more frightened as he watched, and at the same time he roughly guessed the true meaning of this tragic place.
When the vast land was covered with broken divine weapons and corpses, the entire Land of Beihong became a place where gods were buried.
The long cries of the gods and demons resounded loudly, as if heaven and earth were jointly telling a song of lamentation.
Jian Wushuang's state of mind seemed to resonate with everything in the God Burial Land, and he began to throb uncontrollably.
"Why every supreme god with divine power that shocked the ancient times perished here, I can't understand..." Jian Wushuang shook his head vigorously, and he began to find that his consciousness was affected.
However, an even more incredible scene occurred.
The divine corpses scattered on the ground were like clouds and smoke rising and falling, disappearing in the blink of an eye, replaced by countless majestic divine powers crushing them from afar.
Before the divine power arrived, the sky was the first to be unable to support and began to crack and collapse in large areas.
The hundred-round sun that originally hung high in the sky all sprouted purple feathers at this moment, transforming into a three-legged purple crow that could cover the sky and the sun.
Countless divine powers transformed into an incomparable terrifying existence, riding on the wind and clouds, or riding in chariots, rushing towards this vast battlefield.
Under their arrival, the sky was torn to pieces by divine power.
This ancient battlefield of heaven and earth simply cannot bear the existence of such an unimaginable giant!
Just the majestic and majestic power they exuded created the most pinnacle collision of that era!
The heaven and the earth are trembling, and the end of the sound seems to have been determined.
Jian Wushuang Dahao, an existence of the level of Zhou Shen, is the most ordinary in the scene of this tragic land.
He couldn't imagine what the gods who had reached that level would do to fight against the broken spirit and start this ultimate battle.
Above the chaotic sky, hundreds of three-legged purple crows swayed with black and purple tail feathers, projecting world-destroying purple-red flames downwards.
Each beam of fire easily tears apart the avenue of rules, leaving behind a violent and wanton aura.
There was no sound of fighting, and this ultimate battle began completely.
Even a trace of unimaginable divine power is enough to severely injure the Snake God of the Void Universe. Even here, the Invincible Supreme Being cannot survive for even one breath.
The divine weapons clashed, and they were so powerful that they existed at the pinnacle of ancient times. They clashed with the purest bodies and struggled to control the divine weapons to kill the opponent.
The radiant light fills every place.
There is a supreme being who uses a long bow to shoot down the three-legged Ziwu in the sky, and throws the Ziwu Divine Corpse at the opponent to explode in the purest form of sacrifice.
There is a supreme being holding a formless divine sword, fighting against many with one, fighting to the last moment, and perishing together.
Another supreme being died generously, laughing loudly before the great path disappeared.
On the Wuyan battlefield, an extremely chaotic collision was taking place.
Like the sound of a siren's lamentation, it resounded in Jian Wushuang's mind and consciousness. He was outside the incident, but he seemed to be immersed in it.
He wanted to close his eyes, but his pupils were dilating little by little.
"Crazy, crazy, all crazy!"
"What's going on with all these reincarnations? Can't you escape the path of heaven even if you are at the top?!"
Jian Wu's eyes were about to burst, and divine blood poured out from every pore.
"Then among all the ways in the world, is it the way of immortality or the way of killing?!"
"I can't understand!"
The extremely painful thoughts could not be suppressed and spread out.
The avenue of faith that he was constantly building in his heart began to collapse uncontrollably.
"Are we all puppets?"
"If that's the case, then what's the point of the final result? It's just a different way of dying..."
The pure golden pupils, which had never faded away from fatigue, began to show a hint of dullness.
"I want to sleep for a while..."
As the ultimate battle in the sky began to come to an end, all supreme beings disappeared.
Jian Wushuang also slowly lowered his eyelids.
The sky cries, the rules are broken, and the supreme road returns to its original state.
"What does it mean to pursue the Tao in a thousand years, to realize the Tao in ten thousand years, and to realize the Tao in a million years?"
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Like the sound of a clear spring, all things are reborn.