Wang Ming stood up, he swiped in the void, and a treasure mirror appeared, reflecting his true face, white hair and shawl, the years carved traces on his face, he was no longer young, he was old.

There is an ocean-like power in the body, which can contain the eternal blue sky, and can fight with the gods and cover the sky with the law, but how many years have passed? How can this be!

Time passes, the years become stronger, all you see is ruin, what happened?

Wang Ming was cold, how many years did he lose, is it still him, the person in the bronze mirror has white hair scattered, although his body is quite straight, but his face has left many traces of time.

He was no longer young, even he was old, what a terrible time it had to be?

"I don't believe it!"

Wang Ming thinks that this is a dream, not a real scene, otherwise this is too terrible, the world is vast, with his lifespan is old, who else can he see in this world.

The right finger ran across the left wrist, the blood flowed, and the pain came, this was not a dream, everything was real.

Wang Ming's mind was out of his body, and the golden villain with a fist height instantly broke through the barrier of time and space, looking at the boundless void of the universe, and his eyes were full of desolation and brokenness.

The icy universe seemed to be dead, nothing, nothing to be seen, and the vast expanses of stars were forever dimmed and completely extinguished.

I don't know what kind of terrible war has happened for hundreds of millions of years, the universe has become like this, Wang Ming's heart is in severe pain, he still can't believe this result.

How so, how can it be?!

This is unimaginable, looking at the wrinkled face in the mirror, the old man who is very vicissitudes, his heart is throbbing, if so many years have really passed, all relatives and friends will be gone.

If these were true, he felt suffocated.

Wang Ming let out a long roar. He couldn't accept it, took a look at the golden divine sea that was about to disappear when it dried up, and plunged into the underworld, he crossed the galaxy and rushed to the former Huaxia.

Wang Ming kept telling himself that this was an illusion and not real, but the pain of the body, the coldness of the soul, and all kinds of methods and tests confirmed it. This is not a dream.

Hatefulness, how can this be?

"I can't accept it!" his majestic roar echoed throughout the universe, and some of the broken stars that shook exploded one after another, making the dim universe even colder.

He crossed the starry sky, and one step was a star, disappearing under his feet, this kind of Tao and law were so strong that Cheng Dù was completely destroyed in one thought, but he didn't have a little joy.

Along the way, all he saw was ruin. There was not a single intact starry sky, many stars were shattered, cosmic dust floated, and occasionally blood and broken bones were seen. and weapon fragments, cold and chilly.

Wang Ming didn't admit it, but his heart was already torn with pain, this was not an illusion. Countless years ago, there was a terrible great war, and this universe was crippled, and he missed it!

He hadn't seen a single living creature along the way. There was dead silence everywhere, and it was finally approaching, arriving at the star field where Huaxia's headquarters was located.

His heart was cold, the place was in ruins, the stars were shattered, and the islands of the gods that hung in the sky were all dust.

Wang Ming rushed into the depths like crazy, leaving no one behind, not found, this place has long been a ruin, only residual blood and rubble.

"No!"

Wang Ming roared sadly, and when he really saw the result, he was trembling all over, clenched his fists, and his face was pale.

All hope was dashed, Huaxia no longer existed, he wanted to find something, only to find that there was no trace of it.

"Back to the roots!"

Wang Ming roared like crazy, and the starry sky collapsed, and the place was suddenly shrouded in chaotic qi, and he saw many broken pictures, shouting to kill and shake the sky.

The cultivators were rushing to kill and break through, the Yin Spirit army was attacking, the blood was flowing like a river, and there was a huge divine mountain hanging above, and the light that swept down made the heavenly generals fall in pieces.

"Lao Tzu is fighting with you!" With a long roar, Zhao Bo soared into the sky, his cloak spread, and the powerful demigod power shattered the starry sky.

But what was waiting for him was a ruthless big hand, and in the direction of the divine domain, a person who was shrouded in black fog and was like a supreme ancient god slapped hard.

"Poof"

There was only a bleak red left in the sky, blood and rain flowed, and Zhao Bo disappeared forever.

"Did it happen just a few years after I left?" Wang Ming's face was already full of tears, Zhao Bo, is it just like that? His body was trembling.

"Ah......h

Zhang Yu and Yang roared angrily, going against the sky, the magic weapon in their hands emitted a blazing light, a round of sun flew out of it, and nine divine phoenixes danced, turning into monstrous flames and rushing into the sky.

They tried their best, unwilling to accept this kind of ending, and tried their best to put life and death aside.

However, this was of no use at all, and the figure shrouded in black mist in the distance blasted over with a punch, and the black palm slapped directly on the magic weapon.

"Click"

The magic weapon shattered, even if Wang Ming refined it himself, it turned into hundreds of pieces at this time, and flew in all directions, hurting that person in the slightest.

At the same time, Zhang Yu and Yang Meng all screamed in grief, and under the pressure of the big black hands, they shattered inch by inch from head to toe, and their flesh and bones turned into blood mist, and they were removed from this world.

This is a tragic picture, Wang Ming's heart is like a knife, his fists are clenched, and his whole person is trembling, is the former disciple just like this?

This is the scene of many years ago, probably hundreds of millions of years, he can't stop screaming, he can't tear the void and go back to that era to participate in the war!

Wang Ming's mouth was full of blood, his fingers were blue, and he trembled, his former disciples watched them die after hundreds of millions of years, and his heart was in pain and despair to the extreme.

Wang Ming's body shook violently, although he had already guessed the ending, he still couldn't help but roar in his ears, his heart hurt sharply, he staggered, and let out sad words from his mouth.

"This seat is also fighting with you!"

A golden crow, the vertical eye in the center of the eyebrows was dripping blood, it exuded a terrifying aura, and rushed in the direction of the divine domain.

And this time, not only did the figure shrouded in black mist reach over, a big hand was hanging above Huaxia, and there was also a crystal hand enlarged in the blood-colored sacred mountain above Huaxia, reaching out and enveloping the golden crow.

Jin Crow smiled sadly, but his eyes were full of determination, and the endless arrays around him all lit up, burning with its body. Pounding.

"Kill!" it roared, and it shattered between the two big hands, and the curtain ended.

Wang Ming's heart was dripping blood, he roared lowly, hot tears slipped down his face, I don't know how many years he hadn't cried, now he is so sad, relatives, friends, and hundreds of millions of years away from them!

He wanted to make a move, but not in that plane. He was sad and howling, he couldn't go back to the past, he could only look at it through a period of time, hating but powerless.

"Boom!"

The heavens and the earth were shattered, and the queen of heaven in the divine mountain competed with the giants of the divine domain for the Huaxia bloodline, and they all wanted to grab it in their hands.

This fluctuation was so huge that it shattered the endless island of the gods, and some of the stars even deviated from their original trajectory or exploded. or cracked.

In the ruins, two mutilated men crawled out.

A body covered in the sun's rays for eternity, the lower half of the body has long been lost, and the blood is flowing. It was Su Wenbin, who protected those Huaxia people behind him and rushed to the sky angrily.

The other, despite the loss of his right arm, was bitter in his heart. But his face was still calm, and he rushed into the distance.

The sun exploded, and golden light rained down. Su Wenbin let out an unwilling roar, which shook the sun, moon, rivers and mountains, and no longer existed.

And Xiao Ye burned all over, wanting to tear open the space and send those young Huaxia people who had potential to be selected into it, so that they could escape, it turned out to be the power of time.

The beautiful young man, at this moment, is peerless, but he laughs very bitterly, he is not in the firelight, and the world is with him, gradually dissipating, dying!

But how could the two giants in the sky tolerate these Huaxia bloodlines escaping.

Wang Ming was roaring, tears were flowing, and when he saw his two favorite disciples, who had never bloomed with the brilliance they deserved, they withered like this, and tears blurred his eyes.

And that Zhao Ling, who used to be so naughty and cute, but now she is so helpless, stretching out her hand, is she calling him?

But now he can only look at it like this, after 10,000 years, he feels guilty and in great pain, and at this time he is full of sadness, hatred, and madness!

"Ah......" Wang Ming was like a wounded beast, his white hair was messy, his eyes were bloody and tearful, his best friends had died in battle, and his favorite disciples had withered.

His heart was like a knife, and tears rolled down.

Wang Ming has never felt so desolate for a moment as he does now, he hates himself so much, why is he not by their side?

How cruel God was, let him see such a picture, but there was no way to go to war, full of powerlessness.

When Wang Ming saw the two big hands, grabbing the void together and covering them, he closed his eyes, and tears were salty and flowed into his mouth. There is a future for China, but unfortunately it is too late.

For the first time since he cultivated, he was so tired that he couldn't help but cry, he had been sad and regretful in the past, but he didn't despair this time.

"Master, where are you, the senior brothers and sisters are all dead......"

These words stabbed into Wang Ming's heart like a sharp knife, making him tremble all over, and he clenched his fists.

"Ah......h

Wang Ming roared sadly, roared, and angrily bombarded the sky, facing the two big hands, he wanted to stop this qiē, and could not tolerate someone hurting his disciple.

He shattered the sky with one punch, causing the two big hands to shatter and disappear, but this ...... It's just that the picture is broken, and it doesn't really span countless years of World War I.

The final picture is frozen there, the group of young Chinese children sobbing, helplessly looking at the sky with wide eyes.

In this way, a qiē is shattered and disappears, with no future in sight, no result in sight.

Wang Ming couldn't bear to look at it a second time, his heart was full of holes, he had already been injured and couldn't help himself, the blood on his fists was flowing, and the green tendons were cracking, breaking through the surface of his body.

His power was surging, shaking the universe, making the remnants tremble, and many of the cracked stars shattered further.

Wang Ming sang sadly, hateful, he endured the hurt and pain, step by step to the depths of the ruins, this is the pure land he once guarded and lived, but now there is nothing.

The rubble, broken soldiers, and bloodstains show how tragic the battle was back then, and how desolate it is now.

The severed head of a mace at his feet made his eyes shine with sadness, this is a weapon of the scum, this result is not unexpected, and it is also in a sad guess.

Since China has fallen, few people have survived and fought side by side. Friends who share life and death are all gone, and they are gone forever.

Wang Ming is like a lonely soul, walking in the silent ruins, tears sliding down, no words, no sound, I don't want to stop, I just want to keep walking.

Why? He was not able to take part in the Great War of the past, and this regret cannot be made up!

He wanted to cry. But he choked in his throat, he wanted to yell, but when he opened his mouth, he was so hoarse, at this time he could only look at the ruins, his heart was like a knife, and he endured it silently.

Wang Ming grabbed his hair, he began to hate himself, why did he leave, how could he be in retreat for hundreds of millions of years?

Walk in the icy starry sky. Unable to find the warmth of the past, Wang Ming is like a soulless person, muddy and cold. This wound is difficult to heal.

He fell into a deep self-reproach, why he didn't stay with them, why did he miss that battle?

Wang Ming lost his soul and tasted bitterness in loneliness. Chewing and suffering in silence, a person keeps moving forward, not wanting to stop. His heart was mournful and his heart was broken.

If he cried loudly, he might feel better, but he couldn't do it, so many people were gone.

The disciple White Snake, who had always been cold, showed the brightest smile at the end, but he was buried under the rubble, with only blood stains, and Zhao Ling also lost his naughtiness.

Zhao Bo's majestic body could not withstand the blow of the Divine Domain giant, leaving only a poignant red ......

Wang Ming is like a puppet, taking mechanical steps, tears falling silently, and his heart is so painful and uncomfortable, he can't go back to the past.

He was like a ghost, wandering here for many days, there was no sun, no moon, only darkness here, because every qiē was shattered.

In the end, Wang Ming knelt here like a child and cried loudly.

He was no longer young, his gray hair was scattered, his wrinkles were like knife marks, and the years had left indelible marks on his body.

After sitting for hundreds of millions of years, looking back, how many loves, hatreds, sorrows, joys and hatreds have been put into the river of time.

How can he be willing, how can he bear it, Wang Ming looked up to the sky and howled, he was like a lone wolf, roaring alone in this bloody desolation, white hair howling madly, indescribable melancholy, inexhaustible sorrow.

What kind of death is this, after parting in the past, we can no longer see each other, we can only see the bloody end through time and space, and we are powerless to make a move.

Wang Ming sat alone here alone for many days, without tears, without words, and only after many days did he stand up, he used his magic to move one star after another from the depths of the starry sky, refined, condensed to a very small one, and then piled up, built a star tomb here, and buried all the qiē in Huaxia.

Ruins, blood, bones...... He didn't know which ones belonged to the group, which ones belonged to disciples, and which ones belonged to friends, and he only had endless wounds in his heart.

Since China has fallen and everyone has died together, then build a huge tomb so that everyone will be together forever and buried under the starry sky of eternity.

Then, Wang Ming resolutely turned around and walked towards the starry sky, he was going to fight!

Where is the Divine Domain, and where is the Sacred Mountain?

The blood in Wang Ming's body rumbled, the battle qi was boiling, and he couldn't wait to fight with the sky and redeem all the past qiē.

It's just that he walked under the starry sky, but he couldn't see a single person, and all the living beings were killed in battle? Many ancient stars were disabled, including many ancient places of life that he had visited.

Can't find anyone?

In this long universe, in the endless galaxy, some are only broken, and he can't see the whole, and he has no way to find the Divine Domain and the Divine Mountain for revenge.

Finally, he found a living ancient place, but he didn't see a master, and he could almost be called a "mortal". There are monks, but they can't break out of the stars, and the roots can't go to the universe.

What's wrong with this world, can't even find a powerful monk?

Wang Ming walked all over the star field, looking for the ancient land that had been, but almost all of them were disabled, he felt the fluctuation of god-level scars, another mythical war?

Even if he occasionally finds an ancient star of life, he can't see a sage, let alone a person of the same generation, such a world is so strange, he seems to be out of place in this world.

The white-haired Wang Ming, his old face is full of sadness, the end of an era, is there only himself left in this life?

Wang Ming followed the old memories of the past and walked towards the place where the god lord and others were sealed, and after an endless trek, he saw a piece of desolation and a large area of debris.

"Even this place has been shattered, is it the Armageddon of the Gods that has become like this?"

Wang Ming's gaze swept over, and he headed towards the Divine Domain, even if he didn't know the exact location of the Divine Domain, he had to find a clue.

The truth was beyond his expectations, and when he went deep into a broken sea of stars, he saw a cloud of mist that shrouded the heavens, a vast underworld, and the stars were like fireflies, sinking from time to time.

The underworld was broken, there was a collapsed Hades Gate, and a broken bronze plaque was stained with the terrible blood of the ancient emperor, half-hidden in the dust, with the word "Divine Domain" on it.

"It's here, but it's empty. ”

Seeing this scene, Wang Ming was not happy, not excited, only infinite melancholy, couldn't even take revenge with his own hands?

All his friends and relatives have passed away, what is the point of his life? All that supports him is a wave of grief and indignation, and he wants to fight all the way to the end, destroying the Divine Court, the Divine Domain, and the Divine Mountain.

He walked alone, treading through the underworld, passing through it, and it was in ruins.

He walked to the starry sky again, walked on the road to the sky, and found the sacred mountain decades later, but this lair had long been shattered and shattered by the attack!

"Nothing is gone...... Wang Ming does not have the joy of revenge, but only endless sadness, how many past events can be used?

How many people missed it, and they couldn't see each other again, he couldn't help but yell, it all ended like this, he couldn't see the old man, he couldn't see the enemy.

At this moment, the world is vast, he can't find a home, and he feels lonely.

"It's all gone, you've all left me......" Wang Ming smiled sadly, facing the high heavens, his old face was full of pain and pain. (To be continued......)