Her uncle, the emperor of the Immortal Palace, the inviolable god in her heart, was unrecognizable in her heart.

How much she respected him before, at this moment, how much she hated him in her heart, and she felt sick when she thought of the past.

"Ahh

In the deserted Liuyun Pavilion, the gods of the four directions flew down with Su Dandan, the main hall was empty, there was no trace, those disciples in the past had long since disappeared, and the wandering beings were nowhere to be found, and the little group was trapped in the secret ancient forbidden land, and it was cold

She stood alone in the courtyard, looking at the cold and lonely Liuyun Pavilion, and the pain in her chest became more profound.

It hurts, she feels it for the first time, it's hurt, it hurts.

The Quartet Heavenly God walked over and said, "I have checked around, there is no one, it is safe here." ”

She suddenly leaned over and buried herself in his chest and cried.

The sound of sorrow echoed in the empty courtyard, and the wind passed through the decaying Liuyun Pavilion, whimpering, bleak and lonely.

At the same time, above the imperial city, Mo Yizhi stared at the lonely night, the vast field was dark, he stood with his hands in his hands, his wide robe was blown up by the wind, he saw the fragility and uselessness of mortals better than anyone else, with such a situation to develop, it would not be long before mortals would disappear into the Three Realms sooner or later.

He needed more strength, the strength to be able to compete with gods and demons.

Heaven and earth are vast, in the Three Realms, is there such a power?

Under the city tower, a soldier led a gray-haired old man up to the city tower and met Mo Yizhi.

The soldier walked over, saluted, and said, "My lord, there is an old man who wants to see you." ”

Mo Yizhi turned around and saw the old man standing at the entrance of the city tower, he was wearing a coarse cloth coat, with gray hair, holding a cane in his hand, hooking his waist and looking at Mo Yizhi calmly, although he was dressed as a civilian, but there was no fear in his eyes.

Mo Yizhi walked over, his height was no more than Mo Yizhi's chin, the old man saluted, and the old voice said, "My lord." ”

Mo Yizhi said puzzledly: "Why did the old gentleman come to me so late?"

The old man said: "If it weren't for this night, how could the old man return to the world and meet the adults." ”

Mo Yizhi felt strange and didn't understand what the old man meant, what it meant to return to the world

The old man said: "Pangu opened the world, the gods were the first to come to this world, after Nuwa Niangniang created humans, there were human beings, on this land, human beings were the first to come, but now, human beings have become the most humble one in this land, even demons, are powerless to resist." ”

Mo Yizhi said: "In the past, human beings were able to compete with demons because of the power of the heavenly realm, but now, the heavenly realm has long given up on the human world, and human beings are so fragile, how can they compete with demons." ”

Even the demons are powerless to compete, how can they compete with the Protoss.

The old man said: "It's you who can't do it, it's your group of people." Human beings can gain a foothold in the Three Realms, not the Heavenly Realm, human beings have infinite wisdom and strength, and in the heyday of human beings, human beings are able to compete with the gods. ”

Mo Yizhi was stunned, and said in disbelief: "How is it possible?"

The old man said: "Gods are not invincible, nor are they eternal, even the most ancient gods will have a day when the gods fall, and they will disappear with the exhaustion of their power. What exists in the heavenly realm is just a group of latecomers, they were also people, and they were also mountain spirits and earth monsters, and it was only later that they were able to achieve positive results and rank in the immortal class, and the difference between mortals and them was strength. ”

Mo Yizhi's expression became serious, he looked at the old man in front of him, bent down respectfully, and said reverently: "The younger generation is willing to listen to you." ”

(Markor Literature-)