The picture rotated again, and what appeared in Won Zhen's mind at this time was a battlefield picture.

The starship that covers the sky and the sun, countless races are arranging their troops.

Death-filled planets are thrown as weapons.

In the void realm surrounded by the galaxy, a vast god from the abyss is staring, overlooking the entire battlefield.

A Holy Spirit roaring in the midst of a great wave of time.

There, only death has become eternal loneliness, and only time has witnessed the so-called loss.

The picture flickered, it was a huge prison that forbade the stars, where there were gods whispering and crying, demons crawling in fear, countless races kneeling and praying, and the figures in the cage never responded, as if they had turned into eternity.

And the furnace that could devour time was also mutilated and split in half.

The picture gradually blurred, and the entire dark space suddenly shone brightly, and a blazing light source became everything that dominated time and space.

Yuan Zhen gently spread his palm, and the light source slowly shrunk, shrinking, emitting a soft light.

Until it is fully mastered by him, until he sees it clearly.

It was a cracked vessel, only half in shape.

A crack intertwined with the aura of the law cut from the head of the vessel, and it was very flat and split in half.

At this time, Yuan Zhen's palm tightly grasped half of the vessel, and he felt as if he was holding the entire universe galaxy.

And what about the other half of the artifact? Yuan Zhen began to ponder, in those mutilated pictures, he did not know who split the furnace, nor who the owner of the artifact was.

Airplanes~

A strange sound, accompanied by the vibration of space.

The Time Furnace opened the seal on the bottle mouth, and a halo that exuded the aura of ancient vicissitudes appeared in front of him.

Even though he didn't use words to communicate, just relying on his spiritual resonance, Wonjin still felt a vast aura of silence.

"Kid, you're so lucky to be recognized by that great being, ahem!"

With a halo of ancient aura, he asked in a weak tone, "What is your name, child?"

Yuan Zhen took half a step back, and replied with a nervous expression: "I, my name is Yuan Zhen." ”

"Hmm! Yuan ~ Town!"

"Child, you are much luckier than me, when I got this artifact in the past, I went through nine deaths and a lifetime to pass the test of that existence, I have to say that the encounter in life is really wonderful, I am also a famous person in the realm of mountains and seas, but I didn't expect to end up in such a field now!"

After hearing this, Yuan Zhen asked confusedly, "Who are you?"

The figure shrouded in a halo just laughed and said, "My name is Lian Luo, and I am the master of this altar space. ”

"Lianluo?"

Yuan Zhen asked curiously, "Why do you look like this?"

The mysterious halo that called himself Lian Luo said helplessly: "In the battle in the air, I destroyed the Eighteen Generals Alliance, but I didn't expect that this attracted the peak power of the throne power, I was wiped out by the Sage, and now there is only a trace of the true spirit that is about to collapse." ”

"General, Throne, Sage?"

Wonjin was full of questions, and Lian Luo continued: "Child, all this is too far away for you, you have now been recognized by that being, you are already the inheritor after yourself, and I am just a loser. ”

After a while, Lian Luo said self-deprecatingly: "My true spirit is about to dissipate, but fortunately, I have passed on the inheritance, so I will not leave regrets." ”

"Child, I know you have a lot of questions, but my true spirit has collapsed, and I can't talk to you too much. All things will be explained to you by my servants."

"Next, you have to have a good understanding, I practice Luo's mastery of the mountains and seas. ”

Without waiting for Yuan Zhen to ask carefully, a huge spiritual power enveloped him, and a scripture engraved with strange words was engraved in his mind.

In addition, Lian Luo Zhenling's spiritual thinking passed on some of his own memories to Yuan Zhen.

It's just that these memories have long been confused!

"This Lianluo Sutra is my lifelong understanding, you have a good understanding, if there is an opportunity in the future, you can go to the burial Tianhai in the north, where is he waiting for you!"

"I've already sat down, but I can't bear to lose the inheritance of this god-defying martial art, and my obsession has turned into a broken true spirit. ”

"Since you have inherited my legacy, I have only one wish I want you to fulfill. ”

Yuan Zhen didn't speak, but just listened carefully to the entrustment of this great power that crisscrossed the universe.

And Lian Luo's faint voice gradually blurred: "In the old land of the Gu Immortals, there is a person I will never forget, if you can become a sage in the future, please bury him, and inform me that Lian Luo has entered the Valhalla....."

After the words, the furnace utensils in Yuan Zhen's hand began to collapse and dissipate, until they turned into a faint light, and at this time, Yuan Zhen sensed the breath of rule dissipation, which was a feeling that the will of Lian Luo's true spirit was forever missing in the entire space, and the void was full of everything.

The intermittent sound was followed by the silence of the entire space,

"Lianluo?"

Wonjin shouted loudly, but there was no response.

The only thing left to him by this top powerhouse was a scripture, a star map of the whereabouts of an ancient artifact, and a name that he would not be able to look at.

He knew that this powerhouse named Lian Luo had dissipated, but he had left Yuan Zhen with an incomparably powerful inheritance memory.

Especially the time-devouring furnace artifact star chart, as well as the cultivation scriptures of this powerhouse.

Yuan Zhen was silent, just looked at the place where the halo dissipated, and said respectfully: "Lian Luo, I will fulfill your last wish." ”

This mysterious space began to slowly collapse and dissolve since Lian Luo's true spirit collapsed, like traces burned out by flames, and the one connected to the space was the palace that Yuan Zhen had just entered.

It didn't take long for the entire space to begin to dissipate completely, leaving only a staircase leading to the palace.

Wonjin walked up the stairs step by step, but his mind kept recalling the footage of what he had experienced.

At the beginning, those strange pictures of the sea of stars, as well as the memories of the pictures of the ancient battlefield, should be the imprint and test of that artifact, and Lian Luo seems to be only one of its inheritors, now that Lian Luo has disappeared, and Yuan Zhen has become the successor of that weapon.

At the same time, Yuanzhen also inherited Lianluo's peerless method.

What was that artifact? Why did Lian Luo leave only a brand, but not a word about the weapon, as if he had a deep taboo? Or was this artifact so precious that Lian Luo couldn't reveal information at will.

Yuan Zhen spread out his hand and saw the mark left after the dissipation of the artifact, which was a three-legged and two-eared furnace mark.

With this imprint, Yuan Zhen vaguely sensed a place in the universe, the slightest connection from the body of the artifact.

Today's encounter has already subverted Yuan Zhen's cognition, especially the inexplicable encounter for the rest of his life after this catastrophe, which made him feel melancholy for a while, originally he thought that the demon beast of Yunxing outside the sky was already a very dangerous creature, but he didn't expect that in the imprint of that artifact, the entire jungle universe was so magnificent and so dangerous.

And in the boundless starry sky, there are god-like races, and in the face of them, the current federal state is tantamount to ants.

Everything at present was still too far away for him, Yuan Zhen calmed down, suppressed all the messy thoughts, and slowly walked down the altar.

....

Just after Yuan Zhen left the mysterious space of the Lost Land, he didn't realize that in the galaxy realm far away from the earth, on the supreme temple of an ancient planet, an oracle had been handed down.

In the Dusheng Sword Palace in the north of the mountain and sea realm, the Zhenjian Tower, which was built in the era of boundary chaos, shook endlessly.

And far away on a certain island floating in the sea of burial, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, the four seasons are like spring, there is a man playing against himself under the tree, it seems to sense the fierceness of the sword, the man holding the chess said softly: "Nonsense!"

As a result, the Zhenjian Tower in the Dusheng Sword Palace, which had stood for thousands of years, suddenly quieted down, causing the gatekeepers to wonder why.

After a long time, the man on Peach Blossom Island put down the chess pieces in his hand and said thoughtfully: "The destiny of heaven, the calamity of self-inflicted calamity, the truth drowning in the rolling time, has anyone begun to clear the fog?"