In the vast universe, there is no sound, but a small blue crystal ball is seen rotating around the fiery fireball along with many planets.

Perhaps no one knew that this blue crystal ball was about to be in trouble.

A pitch-black blade slowly formed from the void, gradually distorting under the gravitational pull of the earth, forming a ring.

Immediately, suddenly tighten inward!

"Whoa—"

In the silence, the sky fell apart!

"Whoaaaaa

"Rescue—uh-aaaaa!!a

............

"W-what the hell is going on here?!"

In the chaotic darkness, a human body, a snake-tailed female figure stood up in anger, this is the god Wa who takes stones to make up the sky.

Her burning eyes looked at the sky, and she saw an inky giant holding an axe in both hands, indifferently slashing down. The axe vanished, and the giant raised his hands and thrust them to both sides.

"This, this is Pangu?!Isn't he already dead?!"

No one answered her questions.

"Do you mean...... That rumor is true...... After reaching the god level, the corresponding heavenly tribulation will be...... It turns out that Pangu is not a special case...... Cataclysm...... It's just late...... And this is his catastrophe......"

The screams of dying in her ears kept ringing, and Nuwa closed her eyes in pain. When I opened it again, it was already full of resolute determination.

With a gesture of both hands, a cyan stone flew far away from the waterfall, fell into her palm, and immediately turned into powder.

"Everyone, sacrifice your strength, leave a legacy, and make up for the sky with the Tao!"

North Sea.

"Your anger has been worn down a lot, Ah Jin. ”

The Golden-Winged Roc rolled his eyes, ignoring the withered old man beside him.

"Heaven and earth have changed greatly—are you free from the Shi family?"

The Golden-Winged Roc frowned.

"Ah, yes," the withered old man chattered again, "is there any news from the west?"

The Golden-Winged Roc finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted, "Are you finished?!I'm already the third-fourth time I've come over, when will you be able to take out the inheritance?!"

The old man smiled nonchalantly, "You still care so much about that, I have said many times ago, since you have joined the Shi family, this inheritance is of no great use to you." ”

Suddenly, there was a roar in the ears of the two of them.

"Ladies and gentlemen—sacrifice your power—leave a legacy—mend the heavens with the way!"

Their eyes widened at the same time.

Immediately, the withered old man's body began to light up with sparks, and his figure began to gradually become illusory.

The old man's pupils shrank, "This...... Don't you give any face...... Forced sacrifice ......"

He exhaled softly, and then there was only determination in his eyes.

"Okay, okay, after so long, it's time to have a home......"

Suddenly, the old man tore open the shirt on his body violently, grabbed his right hand in front of his chest, and opened it again with an extra feather in his hand.

"Take it, take it, don't you always want this, you can keep it now, don't lose it for me!"

An illusory blue Kunpeng appeared in mid-air, turning into a deep rainbow and rushing towards the south. And the old man in front of him turned into a starlight and disappeared.

"Hehehehe...... Hahaha...... He's dead...... Dead ......" The Golden-Winged Roc laughed alone in mid-air, looking at the feather in his hand.

It was a crystalline blue feather with a soft golden tail and a hard blue root tip, like the scales of a sea fish.

The golden-winged roc looked at the feather in his hand in a daze, and then put it in his sleeve.

"Don't forget it for me, my name is Garuda!"

The Golden-Winged Roc turned into a ray of light and disappeared into the distance in an instant.

in the sky.

In front of the sun car, six hornless dragons were still wandering and playing in the clouds.

Xi He still remembered the voice just now in his mind, but a mournful roar suddenly sounded behind him.

I saw that on the sun car, the three-legged golden crow burst out one after another fireballs, and one after another golden light soared into the sky.

With a loud bang, it vanished in a ball of fire, and the fading ashes scattered to the ground.

Xihe's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Wa God, you, your courage, I really can't compare!"

She raised her hand and saw two pillars of fire rising between her hands.

On the osmanthus chariot, Wangshu's figure slowly became illusory.

The golden toad on the armrest croaked at her helplessly.

In the moments before disappearing, she glanced back at the statue of a woman who had been placed in the back seat of the car, holding a jade white rabbit.

The statue's head hung slightly, its face was sad and sorrowful, and it looked down from afar, as if it remembered something.

"Sister, you're really lucky!"

Xiangliu Lake.

"God Wa, you Kun egg, my revenge has not been avenged——"

With a roar, the co-workers turned into a sky-high countercurrent and disappeared in place.

Sycamore forest.

The crimson flame gradually extinguished, and the red gradually imprinted on the forked leaves, and the Vermilion Bird on it was gone.

"Goo-go......o-go

As if with a heavy sigh, Xuanwu's body gradually stiffened and grayed, and the heavy stone turtle slowly sank into the lake.

In the middle of nowhere, deep in the mountains.

"Huh?"

A mist-shrouded figure stood alertly. But suddenly, the white mist around his body suddenly expanded uncontrollably, and he unexpectedly found that his body was also atomizing uncontrollably.

"Damn, it's the use of 'fraud' too many times, and the damnation again?"

He bent down in pain, trying to rein in the mist.

"What's going on...... Shouldn't it...... Obviously, the time for calculation has not yet reached ......"

Without warning, a subtle, staccato sound burst into the ear.

"Ladies and gentlemen...... Sacrifice your strength...... Leave a legacy...... Make up for the sky with the way!"

He was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"So I'm thinking too much......"

But then, his expression became serious.

"You have to prepare early......"

He allowed his body to turn into mist and sink into the ground.

I don't know how long it took, but the dust on the surface of the ground made a noise.

"Hiss Hiss Tear"

Thin snakes made of dust and mud silently crawled out of the ground and slowly twisted into a ball. After a while, the snakeskin gradually turned into a human form.

"I was scared to death, I thought I was going to die. ”

He looked at his slightly exerted hands and smiled helplessly.

"Almost all of the divine power has been drained. ”

He walked slowly into the distance.

"The beetle snake rides the fog, and eventually it will be ...... dust"

Divine light rose from the region of all lakes and seas, and swept towards the missing hemisphere at a high speed, quickly dyeing the chaos in all colors. Ready or unprepared, willing or unwilling, the gods are made history at this moment.

in a parallel space.

The huge pure white sphere and the iron-gray sphere are close together and rotate slowly, while the iron-gray one seems to be a smaller circle, but it just maintains the balance of the two balls, like a half-gray and half-white, pinching the head and tail.

This is exactly the combination of the "Heavenly Dao" and the "Shura Dao".

Changing from a distant view to a nearsightedness, you will find that the giant gray sphere is actually composed of countless gears, steel cables, amplitude shafts and countless other large and small mechanisms, which are almost complete spheres with precision. And at the top of the gray ball of the "gourd", there is a small hole that cannot be smaller. The hole happened to look like a six-tooth gear.

Next to the earth, which was cut in two, the black dark blade slowly dissipated in the void like mist.

And at the same time.

Around the two spheres that rotated close together, countless black air currents suddenly erupted. The currents circulated around the gray orb, as if searching for something.

As these black currents approached the area around the hole, they seemed to have found something and rushed into it.

"Phew—"

A vortex appeared at the tip of the gray sphere, absorbing the black air stream in a short time.

The gray sphere creaks faintly, but its radius grows larger, as if it is about to exceed the size of the white sphere.

Gray spheres.

"Woohoo-"

"Whoa, whoa—"

There was a cavity inside the gray sphere, and in the center of the cavity there was a kernel, which was made of blood-dried, crimson soil, made of rock.

The wind howled over the broken rocks and the rushing rivers of blood.

The black air flow gradually sank into the entire core with the strong wind.

I don't know how long it has been.

At the junction of the river and the soil, irregularly shaped buns slowly bulge.

These buns fused with each other, forming large and small pieces of meat, which gradually stopped sticking to the ground, some drifting in the river of blood, and some rolling slowly on the ground.

In just a while, one geometric pattern after another grew on these strange pieces of meat, and in an instant, they formed abstract faces, one on each piece of meat, which was extremely terrifying.

As it rolled, the eerie ball of flesh covered with abstract skin seemed to be moldy, and soon grew countless slender gray hairs. The hairs grow into long and short tentacles in twos and threes, and the tentacles quickly knot and wrap around, and soon become pairs of limbs. Some limbs harden and become rough weapons, while others gradually maintain claws and feet.

"Whoa, whoa—" "Whoa, whoa—"

Soon, these creatures of different shapes moved consciously across the ochre-red land and water, and began to fight according to their nature.

Many creatures fell, becoming the nourishment of the land or water, entering the next repeating cycle, and little by little, the abstract faces of the surviving creatures became real and even handsome, and the faces of handsome boys and girls became the faces of handsome boys and girls, while their bloated bodies like giant balls of flesh began to wither and shrink.

Eventually, the creatures atrophied when they were completely covered in old white bark-like shells except for their faces.

"Babbling ......" "Hmmm......"

They twist weakly, struggling to "shed their shells" from the gaps in their faces.

One by one, they left the broken "old bark" and picked up the fragments of the old shell with their hands.

The blood-stained new skin was covered with reddish beads of sweat, and they dragged and draped themselves in these things, and began to grow rapidly, and then carried out more complex killings.

There are no real lives in the "Shura Path", but only beings composed of "concepts".

They became the outliers of the "Shura Path" - demons.

(New author, new book opening, kneel and beg all the officials to stay!)