Above the thirty-three heavens of the Great World of the Flood and Desolation, the chaos is boundless, and the surrounding area is surrounded by layers of gray gas, thick but light, which can collapse a world or rise a heaven and earth.

In the boundless chaos, suddenly, a cloud of purple gas came out, boundless in the east, boundless in the west, the clouds were steaming, the fairy clouds were ethereal, the Tao was vertical and horizontal, and the laws were all over the place, like a purple fairyland.

In the misty purple air, a huge palace rises and falls, "Zixiao Palace", three huge glazed gilded characters are faintly visible.

A stroke of a stroke, full of antiquity, between the dreams, like a divine bell reverberating, such as the fairy music played, the three thousand rules can be seen, the boundless avenue can be heard, as if in the ocean of the road, unable to extricate themselves.

In Zixiao Palace, an old man with crane hair and a childish face and fairy wind bones was cross-legged on a purple futon, his eyes slightly closed, sitting peacefully, wandering outside the world, ignoring the world.

"Poof!"

The space moved slightly, the void rippled, like a ripple inadvertently crossing, and soon returned to calm, and there was silence all around, time and space were the same, as if nothing had happened.

The old man still sat quietly, neither sad nor happy, neither angry nor angry, as if he did not know everything.

Oh, the old man was caught off guard and spoke, without any warning, if someone was around, he would definitely be startled by this, "Yang Mei Daoyou's space has improved a lot, and it has reached ninety percent and seven, which is really gratifying." ”

"Hongjun Daoyou's Heavenly Dao True Intent is not much better, otherwise you won't be able to detect the traces of the old Dao. A crack cracked in the void silently, and a tall old man with a smile on his lips walked out of it.

This old man is none other than Yang Mei Daxian, and the old man sitting on the futon, expressionless, and cold as frost is Hongjun Dao Ancestor.

Hongjun Daozu finally opened his eyes, his eyes were calm, a faint purple brilliance flashed, he looked directly at Yang Mei Daxian, his face did not change, very indifferent, his breath was like nothing, like a robot.

"I know the intention of Yang Mei Daoyou, but the time has not yet come, and we still need to wait. Hongjun Dao Ancestor's plain opening did not make any waves.

"Hongjun Daoist, the Central Great World has merged into the Flood Wilderness, and the Heavenly Dao Origin has surged, and the powerhouses of the Otherworldly Dao Realm have been destroyed by the human ancestors, most of the dead and wounded, and there is not one in the Great World left, it is a good time for us to break through each other, why do you say that it has not arrived?" Yang Mei Daxian frowned and objected.

"Although the powerhouses of the Otherworldly Dao Realm have suffered heavy casualties, there are only more than ten of the big worlds left, and the powerhouses of the flood and desolation are enough to resist them. Hongjun Daozu's eyebrows were lowered, as if he was sleeping, and he opened his mouth unhurriedly, "However, because of this, if the flood attack at this moment, the lips will be cold and the teeth will be cold, and the strong people in the other world will rise together to fight the flood and famine." ”

"Although the flood will be victorious in the end, it will definitely suffer heavy losses, and the Heavenly Dao Origin will also be consumed too much. Every time an additional wisp of Heavenly Dao Origin is consumed, the Great World of the Great Desolation will definitely lose a chance of winning if it wants to achieve the Eternal True Realm, and we will also lose a chance if we want to achieve the Eternal True Spirit. ”

Therefore, the time has not yet come, and it will be left for later. Moreover, we can also take advantage of this time when the central government is merged into the great world of the desolation to participate in the mystical enlightenment and enhance the foundation, so as to wait for the coming day. ”

After Hongjun Daozu finished speaking, he directly closed his eyes and said no more.

When Yang Mei Daxian heard this, his lips moved, wanting to say something first, but finally turned into a long sigh, and his figure disappeared, leaving a wisp of Dao sound echoing in Zixiao Palace, "It's a pity that I don't have much time to wait." ”

Yang Mei Daxian left, Hongjun Daozu heard the sound left behind, felt that it was full of helplessness, and full of hope, his eyes flashed a wisp of dazedness, but this dazed was cut off in an instant, leaving only endless confidence.

"Is it time? in time, it must be in time!"

The years are long, the eternal is in a hurry, the millions of years pass like flowing water, and in the eternal chessboard, there are only less than ten great worlds left.

One of the big worlds, covered by layers of chaotic crystal walls, stands majestically, brilliantly out, majestic momentum, vast crystal light, incomparably bright, almost all of the eternal chessboard East.

This is the Great World of the Flood and Desolation, the legendary 3,000 and 1 Great World, independent of the 3,000 Great Worlds, but the number of the heavens and the only one in the Ten Thousand Worlds.

In the desolate world, the desolate human race has changed generation after generation, and one by one the human race Tianjiao fought against foreign races in the desolate wilderness, leaving behind killing and leaving endless legends.

In these millions of years, the human race has gone forward one after another, and one person has regarded death as home, opening up one place after another for the human race to survive.

Nowadays, the great world of the flood is no longer what it used to be, absorbing the origin of the heavenly path of the endless world, and the world of the flood has long been hundreds of millions of times the size opened up by the great god of Pangu, vast and boundless, vast and sparsely populated, mountains, forests and wilderness, swamps and rivers, vast rivers, mixed lakes and seas, endless.

It is precisely because the Great World of the Flood Wilderness has become so big, and after millions of years, it has long been unknown how many billions of human races are only a small part of most of the eastern part of the Flood Wilderness and the southern part of the Flood Wilderness.

For example, in the western part of the flood wilderness, there are demon races, Buddhism, fierce beast clans, white tiger clans and other original flood wilderness races, as well as those merged into the flood wilderness, and many big forces from other worlds such as angel clans, demon clans, and elemental clans converge, but they only occupy a large part, and most of the rest are sinister forbidden places, and those who enter will die.

The rest of the northern part of the Flood Desolation, the middle part of the Flood Desolation, the Flood Desolate Sea, the Flood Desolate Land Mansion, and the Flood Desolate Heavenly Court are also about the same, but the Flood Desolate Heavenly Court still nominally dominates the entire Flood Desolate World, which is the orthodoxy of the Three Realms, and there are several great saints and Dao Ancestor Hongjun behind it, so no one dares to offend the majesty of the Heavenly Court at all.

For millions of years, there have been countless blood-stained people, countless battles, and countless wars, although there are no races such as the ancient dragon and phoenix unicorn, the medieval lich, etc., but there are also great wars that are a little worse than them.

However, it is precisely because there is a heavenly court standing in the thirty-three heavens, looking down on the earth, and mediating disputes, that the flood famine has progressed in the competition, not declining, and has not wreaked havoc and consumed the origin of the Heavenly Dao.

For this, the heavenly court is very great, so its luck is flourishing, there is a majestic posture, there is the grandeur of the sun, so that all races look sideways, and the three realms are terrified.

In millions of years, outside of the flood famine, in the universe, in the eternal chessboard, there have also been many great wars, and many worlds have been annihilated, and in the end, there are less than ten left.

I don't know if it's because of the war in the worlds, or if the balance of the ten thousand worlds is out of balance, as time goes by, the eternal chessboard also keeps rippling, as if there is an external force impacting, sometimes shaking, sometimes shaking, causing the detection of many Dao realm powerhouses.

"Millions of years have passed, all worlds have died, external turmoil has arisen, the chessboard has moved, the time has come, and the eternal road is here. Zixiao Palace, after being calm for millions of years, the silent Hongjun Dao Ancestor suddenly opened his eyes and said such words lightly.