Nangong Fan could move, and in front of him was the still picture, and a black hole the size of a fist appeared strangely in the void above his head.

In the painting, Nangong Fan's eyes were hazy and he stood in place. The poisonous ghost held his long, sharp fingers high, and his face was full of hideousness, as if it was going to pierce his head in the next moment.

can see the struggle and powerlessness in Nangong Fan's eyes.

You can see the frightening madness and bloodlust in the eyes of the poisonous ghost.

I could see the despair in the eyes of the mother and daughter who collapsed to the ground not far away.

Even the arrogant and playful smiles of the poisonous ghosts are vivid.

Nangong Fan was confused, why did he suddenly have such a picture scroll of the scene just now? He bowed his head slightly, looking at his blue, thin body, this is his soul?

Nangong Fan's face showed fear, his current strength and out-of-body soul were tantamount to death. Is it that he is dead? This is the last image of the soul in this world? and then it will dissipate and die?

Nangong Fan found an inconspicuous milky white flower with only three branches and leaves floating on his chest, this flower loomed in the void, a little familiar.

"Instant smoke?"

Why is it the moment when I see Emperor Ao's divine thoughts?

Nangong Fan thought of the emperor card hidden in the depths of his soul to keep his soul intact, thought of the Qinglian Dao fire erupting when he died, and returned to the west with the poisonous ghost, and even thought of the blood demon reluctantly rescued him, but he didn't expect that this moment that seemed to have nothing to do with him would suddenly appear, and it seemed that he had saved him?

Nangong Fan remembered in his mind the record of the moment of Yanhua, growing in the void, you can use this to find the long river of time in the void, the branches and leaves can reach up to nine petals, there will only be one nine-petal flower king in the whole world, and the flower king and the green lotus Dao Fire are a level of divine objects.

This Instant Yanhua that escaped into his soul and hid, although only three petals were a seedling, but Instant Yanhua was born extremely sensitive to time and space. In the words of the human race, Instant Yanhua was born with the Great Dao of Time and Space in his body.

The more I thought about Nangong Fan, the more confused I became, what did it mean that Yanhua suddenly came out at this moment?

Nangong Fan suddenly remembered that there was a black hole the size of a fist above his head, and he couldn't help but look up.

At this time, the black hole can no longer be called a black hole, it has expanded from the size of a fist to the height of a person, and it is no longer a black piece in the past, but more like a window, so that I can see a distant place, but at this time it is still hazy, and time and space seem to be confused.

It's a bit like the spatial tunnel that he experienced when he used the teleportation formation? After Nangong Fan knew that he was not in danger, he became idle and elegant again.

The hazy light faded.

A path to heaven was revealed, spreading from the ground into the infinite void.

The entrance to the cave seemed to be climbing rapidly up the huge steps, and the picture was getting closer and closer.

Before reaching the highest point, a platform made entirely of pure jade appeared.

The platform is flat and expansive, dotted with wisps of colorful clouds, as if standing high in the clouds, if there is a luxurious palace, there is no more than heaven.

Dozens of men and women dressed in different clothes stood on two sides, and the clouds surrounded them and were trampled under their feet, so that their figures were like shadows, and their faces could not be seen really, only a pair of eyes with different expressions could be seen looking in the same direction.

Look at the direction of this hole!

This made Nangong Fan startled, and his illusory body couldn't help but tremble twice, and then he hurriedly stabilized his mind.

Each figure exuded a boundless terrifying momentum, rolling up boundless wind and clouds, like gods standing high in the clouds overlooking the earth.

The angle of the entrance of the cave gradually went down, and Nangong Fan saw two confronting figures.

One person's long hair is gray, and it is strangely full of vitality, hanging straight down to the tiptoes, and the jade platform is integrated into one.

The snow-white long beard, because of the white clouds beside him, seems to be a hazy cloud under his chin, and the whole person looks fairy.

The only flaw may be his empty eyes, without a trace of black, gray, seemingly godless, but heartfelt horror, as if he has been staring at him, the slightest thought cannot be hidden in front of him, and the secret in his heart seems to be exposed in front of his eyes.

His bony fingers were like wooden sticks, gripping the strange black and white staff in front of him, which was about the same height as the others.

The slender body of the staff is carved with the patterns of ancient races, lifelike, revealing a reckless and strange atmosphere. There was a milky white spar floating in the air at the tip of the staff, the spar exuded a colorful brilliance, and the closer it was to the spar, the more disordered time and space became. Black turbulence lingered around the hedron and gradually magnified, forming black holes of various sizes.

The entrance of the cave gradually solidified, no longer moving mischievously, and this spar was the center of the black hole in front of Nangong Fan's eyes.

Confronting the pupilless rickety old man was a young man.

The young man looked very handsome, with a handful of white hair on each of his ears that was extremely conspicuous, and his upright body was like an unsheathed sword, with a sharp edge, even among the gods and demons in the heavens, he could not cover the fierceness on his body.

The clouds covered him, and he was dressed in a black robe, with a wisp of divine breath and a mad demonic nature, and the breath of gods and demons met in him, but it did not seem contradictory, as if it should have been.

The young man was carrying a heavy giant axe on his back, and he was holding a three-foot blue, black, and blue divine sword in his hand, which looked a little nondescript. The sword is surrounded by colorful brilliance, rendering the clouds around it into colorful variegated colors, and the colorful clouds around it echo with the sword, pointing directly at the old man, like a god.

There was a black vertical mark in the center of the young man's eyebrows, and nine points of light of different shades surrounded the vertical mark, and wisps of strange aura poured out from the vertical mark, connecting with the long sword in his hand.

The young man's simple and simple black robe was surrounded by a real dragon with thin arms, gold and blue, eight claws gently resting on his shoulders, and the small Shenxiu head hung above the eight claws, glaring at the old man with angry eyebrows.

Nangong Fan became extremely stunned, no matter how this three-eyed young man looked, he looked like him, could this be his father?

But the breath of the eight-clawed true dragon is a little similar to Ao Canglan.

Nangong Fan rose up with a ridiculous idea. This can't be the future of him, right?

The entrance of the black hole began to expand outward again, Nangong Fan's whole body was still, but his pupils kept spinning, except for the endless road to heaven, he couldn't see the true face, and everything in the field appeared in front of him.

"It is worthy of being the first person in the way of time and space in the younger generation, and it is not easy for the old man to find your weakest node in the infinite river of time and space. A weak voice rippled out of the black hole, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

This is the way of heaven to prevent people from doing things against heaven.

"What if you find it? Could it be that you still dare to interfere in the past?" The three-eyed young man pursed his lips disdainfully, just exploring some things in the past and the future, and if he wanted to intervene, everyone present had to be buried for this. Even if they all die, they may not achieve the desired effect.

"I'm old. The old man's wrinkled face wrinkled into a chrysanthemum-like smile, revealing a hint of weirdness and madness.

The black hole stopped trembling, and in the time of those few words it covered the entire sky.

I don't know when the sky was cloudy, and there was a muffled thunderstorm, and lightning like a golden gun was inserted into the black hole.

As soon as the old man's words fell, the spar standing in the air at the tip of the staff emitted a hazy divine light, drifting out of the black hole.

The soft milky white divine light, without a trace of aggression, looks from it, but it seems to be able to make people see the past and present life, the past and the present, the future, and the excitement and sadness are all displayed in this ray of divine light.

The divine light turned into a majestic giant hand full of divinity at the front of the black hole, and grabbed it towards the soul of Nangong Fan floating in the void.

Thunder and lightning swelled, furious like a dragon, and moths rushed towards the divine hand like flames.

A milky white light rose from the god's hand and disappeared, and the thunder dragon let out a terrible hiss, shattering into nothing.

There is the sound of water flowing in the ears, the breeze floating in front of you, and the black lines appearing in front of you......

The gesture of the god is like a bamboo, annihilating the thunder dragon, blasting through the ice river, shattering time, and disrupting space......

No matter what obstacles lie ahead, we will not give up until we reach our goal!

Nangong Fan wanted to struggle, but he couldn't do anything, it seemed that he could only wait for the unstoppable bombardment of this god to hit him, making everything empty.

The white flower bones on the chest exude a strange and divine atmosphere, resisting the erosion of divinity, and you can clearly see the three-petal flowers and leaves that bloom proudly gradually withering, and the vigorous vitality is like an uncontrollable quicksand, quietly passing between the fingers.

What Nangong Fan didn't notice was that as he struggled, a huge pupil appeared in the dark sky, indifferently watching everything that was happening below.

Eyes of the Heavenly Dao!

The thunder and lightning were more violent under the guidance of his gaze, the sound of water was clearer, and time and space were more chaotic.

Heaven is ruthless, he will only maintain his proper rules, and if someone violates the rules, he will appear, just to pull things out and drag everything back on track.

It's just that he has always been high, but at this time he ate a soft nail.

The holy artifact "Earth" was originally a ship of fire built by the Terrans in times of crisis, and although it was borrowed from the large platform of the Heavenly Dao, it had its own rules. The earth contains thousands of interfaces, and there are no rules and no circles, among which there is a set of pseudo-heavenly daos that operate independently.

I saw another slightly smaller pupil appear in the sky, and the sea of stars trembled with it.

Before the Eye of the Heavenly Dao was pulled out of order, it fought with the pseudo-Heavenly Dao again.

One side of the day, one side of the location. Wide-eyed staring.

The gaze of the two non-human people still affects the world.

The dark sky was no longer as grand as it had just been, and it slowly shrank inward, as if it was about to return to the original point, to the future.

"Are you crazy?" the young man's eyebrows opened, and a white illusory flower appeared. The flower has eight petals, swirling in mid-air, wrapped in a magical aura.

A sword came out, and the sword seemed to cross time and space, slashing directly at the god's hand.

The divine hand is stagnant, and the sword is sharp.

There was no monstrous roar, and the two dissolved in front of him.