A great war is a war that lasts for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, and it is a war of the gods. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoIn this war, the gods tried their best and did their best to fight for the supreme god - the Star Cup.

But what was the world like before this big war?

Listening to the voice in his ears, the old man was silent for a long time, and then slowly turned around and looked at the person in front of him, his eyes were a little cloudy. Or maybe it's because the person gives people the impression that they are muddy.

It was a middle-aged man. He simply stood casually, as if to give a glimpse of the chaos before the division of heaven and earth.

Neither the old man nor the middle-aged man spoke. The air all around seemed to fall silent.

In order to break the silence, the old man spoke softly. His movements were extremely slow, as if he were really just an old man on the verge of death, not the Night King who once threatened the world.

He laughed, his voice hoarse and unpleasant.

"Hehehe, Night King—what a nostalgic title."

He said so.

"I really didn't expect that after so many years, there are still people who remember me as an old immortal."

The old man's voice carried a faint mockery, as if mocking the middle-aged man in front of him, and as if he was mocking the gods in the sky. But in the deepest part of that mockery, there is a deep self-deprecation.

The middle-aged man heard the feelings in those words, so he said:

"The Night King is too humble - no matter how the times change, your strength still makes me jealous."

The old man laughed again. First he chuckled, then he laughed, and he laughed so much that tears flowed down his eyes, and he looked a little hysterical. And in the midst of that laughter, there were a few light coughs from time to time.

"Haha-ha cough cough cough cough ......"

He laughed violently, and so did the cough that followed. When all this calmed down, the old man spoke again: "Yes, yes." Of course, I am afraid, I think that back then, I would fight all over the world and press Liuhe, who would dare to disagree? If it weren't for the fear, why did you join forces to attack me as soon as you heard the news of the [Star Cup]! If I hadn't had some means, I'm afraid I would have been killed by you at that time! ”

The Night King's voice was impassioned, but his eyes were always calm. Even when he said that he was almost killed, he did not fluctuate in the slightest. As if in His eyes, none of this was worth mentioning.

"However, all your efforts have been in vain, because—I didn't intend to fight with you in the first place!"

As he said this, a hint of mockery finally appeared in his eyes. This time, the target of the taunt was the most obvious – the gods who besieged him.

That's right, in this seemingly endless war, the gods all went into battle shirtless, and even some gods fell from time to time. But this former king of the gods, who did not even create his own race, has been watching like this for countless years.

As if He really didn't have any intentions for the Star Cup.

"Hahaha! Of course, as the king of the gods, how could you give up your pride to fight against us despicable people? The middle-aged man smiled and said with great humility. Then, his words changed suddenly: "But—aren't you still breathless?" ”

A glimmer of light flashed in the old man's eyes, and Wubo's expression also moved: "What did you say." ”

"Why pretend you don't understand? The so-called Night King is the king who hides behind the night. The middle-aged man said.

"Isn't it a sign that you can't sit still when you appear from the night?"

The Night King snorted coldly and did not speak.

"That one was born out of thin air, with the strength to suppress the gods, in the name of war, the essence of the god is the 'strongest', even if it is the Night King, he will be afraid of one or two." The middle-aged man continued: "And then there is the moon god. Although He has been away from strife for tens of thousands of years, he has shown a strength close to 'detachment' as soon as he appeared, and I am afraid that even that one may not dare to say that he will win, and his strength is not far from even if it is estimated with you.

"Although you are a well-known ancient powerhouse, it is impossible for you to sit firmly on the Diaoyutai under the presence of these two people!"

The Night King's eyelids drooped slightly, and he was silent.

In the eyes of middle-aged people, this silence cannot be a sign of submission, but a silent struggle. So, he spoke.

"It's no longer point-it's point---it's no longer necessary."

The middle-aged man said so.

"Because the time that belongs to you has passed!"

In this phrase, He does not use you, but you. The change in title obviously represents that middle-aged people no longer have the slightest respectful attitude.

It seems that in His eyes, the once famous Night King is not worth mentioning at all!

Faced with such a provocation, the Night King suddenly laughed and sneered.

"Hehehehe......"

It was an extremely terrifying and terrifying laughter, and even as a god species, the middle-aged man subconsciously shuddered. But then He reacted to what had just happened.

I was actually frightened by the object I had just despised before! It's a shame! The middle-aged man snorted coldly, and without hesitation, he threw a punch.

This punch encompasses Liuhe and presses the Quartet. With a punch, everything in heaven and earth seemed to turn into chaos! Under this punch, the six realms collapsed, reincarnation was self-generated, and everything in the world collapsed, and then entered a new reincarnation in the next instant. This is the strongest punch of the middle-aged man, and the punch that most fits his divine name.

This is the blow of the god of reincarnation!

Under one punch, all things are reincarnated, who can be spared!

The distance between the Night King and the God of Reincarnation was only less than half a meter. So, the middle-aged man had just raised his fist and had already hit the old man.

Heaven and earth fell silent for a moment.

The Night King's body was directly torn apart by the sheer force, turning into the most basic particles and dissipating into the air. But—looking at such a scene, the god of reincarnation did not relax in the slightest.

For the Night King was gone, and in his place, there was night.

The bottomless darkness of the night had already ruled the world at the same time that the Night King was torn apart.

The god of reincarnation has experienced a hundred battles, and even in the face of such a scene, he has not wavered in the slightest. He looked at the night before him, and his eyes seemed to turn into an ancient well without waves.

He smiled softly, "Hehe, Night King, Night King—is it really night?" ”

There was no response, and there was silence all around.

"But—since it's night, there's a way to crack it!" The god of reincarnation spoke again, his tone extremely confident: "Just run out!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the boundless light filled the night. The night is dispelled, and the sky and the earth are bright!

In that light, the god of reincarnation laughed arrogantly: "Hahahaha! The Night King is just a waste of fame! ”

That was the last voice he uttered.

When everything was calm again, the Old Night King's figure appeared above the clouds again. And in front of him, the figure of the god of reincarnation has long been gone.

"'Detachment'...... Month, have you come this far? ”

He looked into the distance and sighed softly.

"Looks like it's coming soon."