In addition to the Occult Realm and the Underworld, what are the other six worlds?

What are the higher races?

Where did the people of the Longxi Clan and the Nine Great Holy Palaces come from?

Why are these eight worlds disconnected?

What is the relationship between these eight worlds?

And what Yang Ling couldn't understand the most was why, in the Golden Compass, that Holy Mage Gao Wenkai would say that the gate of fate was about to close, and there was only a glimmer of life left, and after this reincarnation, the magic civilization would not have any chance?

What exactly is the Gate of Destiny?

What is a glimmer of life?

What does it mean to not have any chances?

Could it be that the last reincarnation is coming?

……

In an instant, Yang Ling felt that he was completely confused, and countless complicated problems were pouring in like sediment. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Five days passed.

A pit of black liquid disappeared completely, and all of it was absorbed by Ding Cong.

The purple-gold phantom outside Ding Cong's body had grown to ten meters in size, and a golden-red flame burned inside the phantom's head, like a burning volcano, exuding a terrifying aura.

After two hours, this breath slowly subsided, the phantom disappeared, and the flames entered the sea of gods, Ding Cong slowly opened his eyes, and almost at the same time, a red thunder light erupted from his eyes dozens of meters away.

"Let's go!"

Yang Ling stood up, threw out the Gou Chen Flying Sword with a wave of his hand, and in the blink of an eye, it grew to the size of a hundred meters, and he took a step forward and stood at the end of the flying sword.

"Damn, aren't you curious about what I got?"

The flying sword roared through the thick black fog, and Ding Cong yelled at Yang Ling and Gao Wenfeng with a depressed face, because it had been half an hour since he left the big pit, Yang Ling and Gao Wenfeng were like two stuffy gourds, and Ding Cong, who was silent, was furious in his heart.

"Ding Cong, who are you talking to?" Gao Wenfeng didn't reply, and concentrated on nibbling on a large piece of barbecue in his hand.

"Of course it's with you!" Ding Cong angrily pinched Gao Wenfeng's neck, "Didn't you keep calling the sixth child before, why was you so polite all of a sudden?"

Gao Wenfeng glanced at Ding Cong lightly, "Brother doesn't be a brother with the undead!"

Ding Cong: ......

"Damn, you're jealous, Chiguoguo's jealousy, hum!" Ding Cong let go of his hand and pulled Yang Ling's arm, "Second brother, you have a high realm, you shouldn't be jealous of me, right?"

"No!" Yang Ling continued to study the spear in his hand while controlling the flying sword, and his head was not raised.

"Gone?" Ding Cong waited for a long time and didn't hear Yang Ling continue to speak.

"What's missing?" Yang Ling asked curiously.

“……”

Ding Cong jumped up and sprayed Yang Ling in the face, "If you say a few more words to me, you'll die, look at your touch, ice muscles and jade skin are clear and jade, handsome and chic, and graceful, what is the difference between Lao Tzu and you?"

"Stay away from me, it's cold!" Yang Ling pushed Ding Cong away, and then put down the gun in his hand, "Sixth, you have to plan well in the future, a high-level undead is not suitable to go back to Earth with us, the breath of death here is sufficient, just suitable for your continuous cultivation and development, and at the same time, you can also be stationed at the gate of hell, it is best to be able to blend into the underworld, once we want to attack the underworld, you will be a traitor...... Well, Neiying!"

"Damn, are you going to blow the lamp and pull out the wax?" Ding Cong was shocked.

"If you want to think like this, we can't help it!" Yang Ling rolled his eyes.

"Third child, do you think so too?" Ding Cong looked at Gao Wenfeng.

Gao Wenfeng changed the direction of the meat in his hand, "In this dark place, the second child is my Zhitu Horse, and the second child is my guiding light, what he says is what it is, as a ghost undead, you must have the consciousness and courage to undertake this future charge for the human race......"

"You two are ......," Ding Cong sat down on the flying sword and began to study the pitch-black armor.

Time is like flowing water, and three days have passed in a flash.

In the past three days, Yang Lingfei stopped and stopped all the way forward, the distance was no less than 20,000 kilometers, the terrain below gradually flattened, but everywhere there were collapsed mountains and cracked ground, one after another big craters were like being hit by meteorites like hailstones, huge bones were stacked in the wasteland like a primeval forest that encountered a tsunami, and there were thousands of meters high skulls, bubbling black gas drifting to the sky like wolf smoke, broken armor, broken weapons, golden bones, buried in the sand and emitting energy fluctuations。

The whole heaven and earth are filled with the breath of death, and the rich ones cannot be dissolved at all.

The flying sword almost touched the ground, bypassing the black smoke and giant bones and moving forward, Yang Ling stood at the end of the sword, the windward clothes were in a hunting mood, and a large pile of fragments of various weapons were placed in front of him.

This is the site of the Great War a billion years ago.

That magical civilization is in a desperate struggle with no way out.

A battle without hesitation that stakes lives, blood, and the future of an entire race.

Unfortunately, in the end, it was a failure, and since then it has disappeared, leaving only this desolation and white bones, forgotten in the ruins of eternal desolate time.

Those heroes who broke through the void and slashed the sky in anger.

Those strong men who destroyed the world at every turn and looked down on the creatures of all worlds fell one by one in this dark world, and since then they have been in the company of desolation, intertwined with time and space, and quietly exposed in the wilderness to spend one reincarnation after another, until they are annihilated into nothingness.

Those who claim to live with heaven and earth are just a pinch of dust.

Those who laugh and talk about the Tao with heaven and earth are just passing by.

What happened a billion years ago?

Yang Ling's eyes were like swords, he was puzzled, he was puzzled, he fell into the clouds, and he was extremely confused that he and his brothers and sisters, as well as relatives and friends, and the human beings of the earth were stirred into this mud pit-like fog.

From the moment he got the miner system, he got involved step by step without any way back, as if he wanted to solve a mystery from a billion or even tens of billions of years ago.

"Second brother, wait, there's movement ahead!" Ding Cong, who had been sitting, suddenly stood up.

"Huh~" The flying sword rushed forward less than fifty meters and stopped abruptly, and then hung quietly in the air.

"Where is it? Why didn't I see it?" Yang Ling instantly expanded his divine sense to a radius of nearly a hundred square kilometers, and there was still churning black mist and white bones in the blur.

"Right front. Ding Cong raised his hand and pointed.

Yang Ling concentrated for a moment and then suddenly urged the flying sword, like a large sampan slashing through the air in an arc and rushing into the tumbling black mist.

"Bang~~"

There was a faint crash ahead, accompanied by a strange rattling sound.

"Hades~" Yang Ling was shocked, and the speed of the flying sword suddenly decreased, but soon, he saw several figures in his vague mind coming quickly in his direction.