The picture of the memory is finally over, and the last image is when he and Leng Feiyan sneaked into the Great Wilderness to take away the Purple Flame Extreme Spirit, he saw the phantom of the goddess Qianlan appear after he left, and also saw her seal Kurosawa in the eternal underground, and her fists slammed into Щщщшlā

Unfortunately, without his appearance, there would be no extension of other images, so he couldn't see the news about Qian Zhenyan.

The white fog rises again, and all images are silent.

Feng Junwu frowned and looked at the hazy glazed stone wall, and his heart jumped.

If the picture you saw before is your past life and present life, will the picture that appears next be the scene of the future? ――

A hint of fire suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he was faintly looking forward to it.

The white mist gradually dispersed, and an earth-shattering and terrifying picture appeared on the huge glazed stone wall.

The heavens and the earth were dark, and the sea of clouds rolled like a surging wave.

Thunder roared, and blue lightning was like a giant hand desperately tearing at the dark sky.

In the wilderness, huge cracks appeared in countless lands, and in the unfathomable ravines, many creatures were falling inside, and the terrible cries resounded through the eardrums, lasting for a long time.

Looking at such an apocalyptic picture, Feng Junwu's mood became heavy.

He looked up at the future of the Great Wilderness, and seemed to see his own future.

Above the sea of clouds, three figures were fighting fiercely, the red-clothed and ink-haired goddess Qianlan was high above, and the Tianyin Divine Sword in her hand made a deafening sword sound, and with a bang, the Tianyin Sword turned into tens of millions, overwhelming, and the dense Chaofeng Junwu and Leng Feiyan pressed over.

Leng Feiyan, who had to stop the, retreated again and again, and the screaming sound of the magic sound emitted by the Heavenly Sound Divine Sword made blood continue to gush out of their eardrums.

Feng Junwu was as embarrassed as him, and the streamer sword in his hand was sacrificed, the streamer splashed everywhere, and the sword qi rushed into the sky like a curtain, opening all the Tianyin swords that stabbed in the sky.

With a whin, the dragon roared and the phoenix roared, and the green dragon in the distance rushed towards them with a rolling wave!

Suzaku opened his mouth and spit out, and the sea of fire was boundless, quickly igniting the temperature between heaven and earth.

The high goddess Qianlan looked down at all this, the corners of her lips hooked, and a sneer appeared on her perfect face.

In the Liling Valley, Feng Junwu's body suddenly collapsed, and his eyes were staring at the cold and ruthless goddess Qianlan in the picture!

She must have a sense of accomplishment when she watched Shenzi Leng Fei and God King Feng Wuduo like ants struggling in the apocalyptic crisis, right? A woman like her is not worthy of being a god at all, not worthy of being worshiped by the world, and enjoying the supreme honor!

Feng Junwu's eyes seemed to be about to erupt with fire, and his fists were clenched.

In the picture, he and Leng Feiyan not only had to deal with the strongest sword momentum and sword attack of the Tianyin Divine Sword, but also had to deal with the flanking attacks of Qinglong and Suzaku, which were really embarrassed and retreated.

There was no one to help them, and many of the creatures in the Great Wilderness were burned to death by the heavenly fire that fell from the sky.

There are also many who were condensed into hail by the rolling waves of the green dragon, and they fell to death one after another.

Many of them fell into the cracks of the earth, and they didn't even have time to scream.

The vision remained the same, the heavens and the earth roared, and the thunder and lightning continued.

The sea of clouds is surging, and there are two heavens of ice and fire.

Feng Junwu watched him and Leng Feiyan struggle more and more to deal with, but he was helpless.

Suddenly, there was a scream in the distance, and the golden Bi Fang and the incarnation of Qianli, the overwhelming Kunpeng appeared, and they each attacked Qinglong and Suzaku, temporarily relieving the pressure on the two.

Leng Feiyan and Feng Junwu hurriedly propped up the light shield to isolate the tens of thousands of Tianyin Divine Swords that were endless.

Hurrying to breathe, they were cloaked in hair and looked embarrassed.

In the midst of the dead silence, a white light suddenly rushed up, and shot straight towards the goddess Qianlan, who was high above.

When the white light passed through the tumbling sea of clouds, his arms were stretched, and Huo Ran turned into the original form of a huge white tiger, and pounced on Qian Lan with a whin.

Did the mythical beast White Tiger finally join forces with them?

Feng Junwu, who was standing in the Liuling Valley and watching, was a little surprised, he originally thought that the white tiger had died in the hands of Qinglong and Suzaku, but he didn't expect that it was still alive, not only alive, but also able to become their helper in the crusade against the goddess Qianlan in the end, which was too unexpected!

However, no matter how powerful the white tiger is, it is still not the opponent of the goddess Qianlan, and she casually sacrificed in the sky, and a small golden bell flew out of her wide flowing cloud sleeve.

Everyone was shocked and changed, and even Feng Junwu, who was watching, also changed color.

This is the Chaos Clock, a treasure capable of destroying all things in the world, but he has forgotten about this treasure.

If there is a real war in the future, the Chaos Bell will be enough to wipe them out!

Therefore, he must first find a way to isolate the Chaos Bell from Qianlan, otherwise there is no need to fight this battle at all, and there is no suspense.

Sure enough, the Chaos Clock in the picture began to release powerful chaotic gases frantically, and even the sea of clouds was melted everywhere it passed, and after the thunder and lightning were injected by the tyrannical chaos, the sound became more intense, and the lightning became more raging.

The white tiger was outflanked by the sudden chaos, there was no way to avoid it, there was no way to escape, and it disappeared into the vast sky with a scream.

Feng Junwu's heart sank, he didn't expect that chaos was so powerful, and the divine beast White Tiger didn't even have time to escape, how terrifying should this be?

In the picture, chaos continues to rage, tumbling towards everyone.

Even the green dragon and the vermilion bird did not let go, and they were so frightened that they quickly fled, letting out a terrified cry.

"Master, spare your life!" Suzaku shouted at the sky, fleeing in embarrassment.

The green dragon didn't say a word, just flew into the distance.

The goddess Qianlan smiled faintly, and with a casual move, she swept Suzaku into her sleeve.

Looking around, he glanced lightly at Qinglong, who had fled away, and sneered.

It turns out that Qinglong is not Qianlan's accomplice in the end! Feng Junwu thought to himself.

But now it's useless to understand this truth, chaos is too powerful, and even the thunder and lightning are absorbed cleanly. The sky was tumbling in chaos, and darkness enveloped the heavens and the earth.

This is a day without a future at all, a world without hope and light.

In the picture, whether it is Leng Feiyan, Feng Junwu, or Bi Fang, Kunpeng and Qinglong, no matter how fast they run, they still can't escape the overwhelming chaos.

It enveloped the entire mortal realm at an unparalleled speed, and everywhere it passed, the mountains and the earth collapsed, and the corpses of all living beings were swallowed up, and there was nothing left of the dregs.

This is the power of chaos, the power to destroy all things in heaven and earth.

It is no wonder that the huge immortal realm, the supreme creature in the immortal realm, disappeared overnight.

Feng Junwu's heart was desolate, and he suddenly sat down on the grass.

The fresh air in the valley blew with a gentle breeze, accompanied by the scent of wild flowers, but it could not blow away the sadness in his heart.

In the glazed stone wall, the five creatures who fled for their lives have been chased by Chaos, one step away.

He could almost imagine that in the next second, the five of them would be devoured by the chaos, and not even a single corner of their clothes would be left!

Is this his future? The future of the Great Wilderness? The future of heaven and earth? (To be continued.) )