A hundred years is a lifetime of reincarnation for mortals, and for immortal cultivators, it is only a time of retreat, but what about a hundred years?

Time flows, the most ruthless, the former Changhe faction, now there is no trace, the mountains and rivers are still the same, the river is surging, and there is no one in the sect that watches over the long river.

"This... Senior, I don't know what's going on here?"

The monk of the Yuan infancy, with his silver hair and beard, came to the front flutteringly, saluted respectfully, and the monk who was still young glanced at it, The white gauze was obliquely wrapped, and it was lightly tied behind the black hair, and the only remaining sight was filled with mist, quite chaotic, as if it came from ancient times, and had its own vast atmosphere.

By the independent river, nostalgic for ancient gold, there was a famous man's romance, but because of the lonely cultivation, people did not dare to look sideways.

Yuanying Monk has been back and forth in his heart for a few years, the void battlefield has been shattered, this great power, I'm afraid he just came down from the battlefield, although he didn't see much killing aura, but that feeling of being different was still too special, so special that he was still frightened ten meters away, and he didn't dare to ask more, and he had to ask.

Recently, a lot of things have happened to the great powers who have come down from the Void Battlefield, and the former sect has not seen a shadow, and they can understand it, but if you want to rely on nostalgia for the past, if you want to revitalize the sect, there is a place where the mountains and rivers are indispensable, this one, I'm afraid it's not, too...

A shallow smile is like a spring mountain, and the shadow appears, and the person is gone.

"Huh?"

Shocked and relieved at the same time, it seems that this person is not here to ask for debts.

In the huge world, many monks have experienced some false alarms, there are thousands of human natures, how can they be the same, some are better at talking, know the changes in the world, no wonder which one, some are not angry in their hearts, how many brothers and sisters have thrown their blood on the battlefield, and returned with great victory, only to find that the master is no longer there, and all the beauty of the past has been destroyed by others, how can they be willing?

It seems that they have been stabbed in the back, they are willing to live and die as a human race, a human race, but they are unwilling to treat each other with life and death.

All of a sudden, chaos abounds, each with its own reason.

Murong Heng's eyes were almost invisible, and the one that could be preserved also became a fog eye after seeing the Void Battlefield shattered, the mountains and rivers, and the gorgeous colors, in his eyes, it seemed to be in a thick fog, the colors were mixed and difficult to distinguish, and things were as if they were separated by a layer.

If it weren't for the monk's divine sense to be able to be an eye, I'm afraid it would have been like a blind person a long time ago, in fact, it is not much worse, the appearance of the young man has already been ruined, if it is not for the luck of the sword sect to fight for one or two, he can still breathe, especially knowable.

He just wants to see what the world is like, otherwise, wouldn't it be in vain?

A year later, the devil was established.

Murong Heng, who was watching the sunrise in a certain mountain, saw Chen Ziming again, his deep clothes were solemn, and a layer of mist was cold, "Senior brother, how did you get this?"

It's not like the monk in the infancy stage who can't see the depth, Chen Ziming can see at a glance that Murong Heng has lost so much, he is just a mortal with no realm, and there is no trace of spiritual power left.

This is not a return to the basics, but there is really no spiritual power, and the internal organs are all there, but the five internal organs are empty.

"Curiosity, there's always a price to pay. ”

The inducement words of the system back then meant that the Void Battlefield might have been established by the Terran camp, even so, Murong Heng certainly wanted to see what kind of great cause they had established such a battlefield, and he still had a glimpse of the vastness of the Void Battlefield, if he could see the whole picture, he would not dare to say that although he had no regrets in death, it was also a rare experience.

What's more, you can still know what the truth of the matter was back then, and the result, everything has to pay a price.

Murong Heng's smile was peaceful, and he didn't see the side that he was determined to advance before, Chen Ziming saw this, and didn't ask about it again, but said: "If the junior brother is unwilling to enter the Sword Sect, it is better to go back to the Demon Sect with me." ”

Coming back from the Void Battlefield, some people who had lost their sects were collected by the Sword Sect, and some were diverted to the Tianxuan Sect and other major sects, and the remaining small sects also absorbed one or two as appropriate, even so, these numbers were still too small, and most of them had nowhere to rely on, until the Demon Dao was established, and various Demon Sects sprung up, so that those who were ravaged by demons had a place to go, and they didn't have to worry about Dao Yi anymore.

The Devil's Way is already wanton and unlimited.

Chen Ziming's temperament has not changed much, he is still the gentle young man, but he has a lot less words, I don't know if he is feeling the chaos of the current situation, or if he has foreseen that his former comrades-in-arms may fight to the death again after many years.

"No, no, I'm like this, where to go is not a drag, why bother to bother the senior brother again?"

Murong Heng refused without thinking about it, his time was running out, so why bother adding another label to his head and letting him die as a hero.

Looking back at Chen Ziming, he still couldn't see clearly in his eyes, and his hazy gaze seemed to be looking at flowers in the fog, "Senior brother, is the Demon Sect good?"

“... ... Good. Chen Ziming's answer was not insincere at all, from positive to negative, there was always some emotion, but there was no regret.

The corners of Murong Heng's lips hooked a teasing smile, "Hearing what Senior Brother said, I am relieved, I will give Senior Brother the same gift." ”

"What... What?"

Chen Ziming's question is not over, what he sees in front of him exploded, like thousands of flowers flying, black and white streamers...

Suddenly, the picture in front of him stabilized, a void figure stood in the air, the stars flowed in front of and behind him, the left near the human race was like a group of ants, looking up at the feet of the figure, the dark blue and black sky, the figure stretched out one hand, if the black and white fell, lightly, the ripples rippled, rippling out a piece of plane, the figure pressed down with one hand, in a shout of "defend my human race", the ground of the void battlefield was solidly presented.

With that, the figure caught the stars with his hands, and the stars around him were like chess pieces that could be manipulated at will, one by one, and they were landed on the void battlefield.

Chen Ziming used to serve as the formation mage of the second acropolis on the right, and he knew a lot about the humane array, and if he looked at the stars falling, it was clear that each of them was where the twenty-two cities were located, and the twenty-two stars landed in the city, and the bright light converged at the moment when the formation was formed.

The big array has been formed, the figure is about to disperse, suddenly I feel it, I stop in the void, my eyes look in this direction, my eyes are like electricity, and the light is in my soul.

At the moment when his eyes were right, Chen Ziming had the urge to turn around and run away in embarrassment, and subconsciously avoided his eyes, but a sentence still fell in his ears and smashed into his heart.

- "I am a Terran, and a Terran is for me!"

Where the eye reached again, the figure seemed to be gone, and there was a star shining in the universe, flying into the sky, that was-

Chen Ziming's eyes widened in shock, trying to see what was going on, but all the pictures turned into black and white streamers again, and nothing could be discerned for thousands of miles.

It seemed to be pressed into a slender bamboo tube, like a snake scurrying, gradually, the white light replaced all, like the first glimpse of the sun in the darkness, the eyes subconsciously closed, only a moment, in the blink of an eye, still on the top of the cliff, the red sun rose, the clouds were like a painting, but the young man who had stood in front of him was gone.

It's not Xia Ju soaring, it's not the sun turning into a rainbow, a cultivator, he can't do the way of heaven, his body is dead, and it's hard to survive.

"Senior brother—"

Chen Ziming's throat moved slightly, he didn't know what to say, such a secret thing thousands of years ago, where is it so easy to peep, to be able to peep one or two, there must be a lot of price, and then to see with people, it costs a lot, I don't know what kind of secret technique, it can be urged by spiritual power, but this price, is it really worth it?

"I am a human race, and the human race is me, and that great power must have soared, but I don't know which master it is, laying down such a means, magnificent and irreversible. ”

After entering the demon, his mind was uninhibited, Chen Ziming actually understood what kind of story was told in that picture, those alien races had a life and death crisis, but I was afraid that it was also attracted by the power, in order to ascend?

For the sake of ascension.

Before the imminent great crisis, tens of millions of human races, working together, with one person for one race, grabbed the mandate of heaven and soared to become immortals.

It is a feat, it should be looked upon, but it is set for thousands of years after that, the human race is tired of resisting the alien race, and the people who die on the battlefield are afraid of more than 10 million people, what should these people do?

"Sure enough, in this world, there should be demons. ”

Thinking like this in his heart, but he also had doubts, did that great power know the current situation, and maybe he expected how many people would die because of what he did? If he didn't know anything, he would be innocent, and if he was all expected, what he cultivated was the Heavenly Dao, the Demon Dao?

Standing with his hands in his hands, he pondered for a long time on the top of the mountain, until the twilight, when Chen Ziming left.

[It's so bad!]

The system took the initiative to evaluate Murong Heng's actions.

Murong Heng, who had already left the world and entered the system space, returned to the essence of his soul body, watching his soul become more and more full, and the feeling of satisfaction was like a person who had been sick for a long time gradually recovering his health, and his joy was undiminished.

Even if it is evaluated by the system, it is still smiling.

[Waste a lot of effort to get the expansion film, isn't it a waste to watch it alone, it's better to be happy alone than to be happy with everyone!] Sharing is a virtue. 】

Thinking of the shock brought by seeing such a history for the first time, thinking of the glance that the mighty person looked back at, he may not be aimed at himself, but that glance was left in time, and Murong Heng, who followed the timeline in the past, did not accept all the power, only partially, let him use the power of time to multiply the loss, if it were not for the luck protection body, I am afraid it would be difficult to turn around, God knows what the fate would be if it fell into that person's timeline, which was frightened, which shocked, how could it be described in words.

If he didn't share this kind of thing, he wouldn't feel comfortable in his heart.

Although I knew that the construction of the camp was for the convenience of the high-level at the beginning, but to this extent, it is convenient to this extent, and there is always some indescribable feeling for one person in a clan, and it is the same human race, have you asked me?

That sour taste, with sharing, seems to be able to fade a little.

[Is this what you want me to see?egoism?collective power?or... Cause and effect?】

The most terrifying, the least terrible, is this cause and effect.

The Terran can be at a high level, what are the benefits, maybe it can be promoted, the same Terran, the predecessors and descendants, with a cloth and water, there is always a bit of incense, and by the way, it can be regarded as someone above. The terrible thing is that if there is something wrong with this kind of power, the whole clan will be tracked, and as a human race, no one can get rid of it.

[Predecessors can learn from it. 】

The system's answer is not to say that it is the opposite, but it is too simple and superficial, Murong Heng is stuck for a while, is he psychologically dark? It seems that he still needs to adjust his mentality, don't be too conspiracy theories, tired.

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