The morning glow was all over the sky, and when the first rays of dawn shone into the empty and quiet Si Ming Pavilion, Wu Nian was frowning, reading the mountains of Si Ming Books under the burned candles. The work was heavy, and he had no sleep all night.

Suddenly, Liuli panted and ran in from outside the door, waving something in her hand. She shouted as she ran: "Xingjun! Xingjun! ”

"Liuli, why are you screaming so much?" Wu Nian looked at the frizzy glass with some annoyance.

Xu is plain and thoughtless temper is very good, never blame her, Liuli is not displeased with him, only said: "Xingjun, there is a letter stuffed at the door, look!" ”

Wu Nian took the letterhead handed over by Liuli and opened the wax seal, and inside the letterhead was a narrow note. After a pause, a bad premonition came to his heart, he quickly opened the note, only to see that it was written: "Tomorrow's apocalypse, Amao leads the thunder, the formation has changed, and his life is at stake, so be sure to arrive!" The font was not known to anyone he knew, and it was evident that the writer had deliberately concealed the handwriting.

Wu Nian looked at the note for a long time......

Tomorrow...... Tomorrow......

Isn't that today? His heart suddenly sank, and his voice sank a little, "Liuli, when is it?" ”

Liuli had never seen such a solemn and serious expression from her own Xingjun, and she couldn't help but be a little scared, "Hui, back to Xingjun, it's three o'clock ...... now."

Wu Nian held the note into a ball, looked at the rising sun, and kept silently reciting it in his heart.

Hopefully, it's not too late......

Shigeru, you have to wait for me!

"Xingjun, hey! Xingjun! Liuli only felt a gust of wind rise, blinding her eyes, and when she opened it again, the Siming Pavilion was already empty.

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As the old saying goes, people are afraid of being famous, and pigs are afraid of being strong. Ah Mao, a "celebrity" who has long been out of fashion in the heavenly realm, has completely become popular again after this Yaochi Immortal Meeting.

All the immortals knew that the theft of the moon back then was completely an oolong incident, and they lost their initial disdain for Ah Mao, but had more sympathy and admiration. But who would have thought, this gossip wind has not stopped, just yesterday, I saw that the Heavenly Apocalypse Platform in the Far North was activated, and the huge golden light shook the little hearts of the immortals in the heavenly realm. Everyone speculated about which immortal friend dared to activate the Apocalypse Platform.

Since two thousand years ago, when the iris fairy failed to lead the thunder and died on the Apocalypse Terrace, no one dared to take a step closer to the north in the past thousand years. It is said that after the iris fairy failed to lead the thunder, his whole body was covered in blood, and his death was extremely tragic. Many Heavenly Realm Immortals had witnessed this terrifying scene, and they had left a lot of shadows in their hearts because of this.

From then on, everyone no longer longed for the position of the god king and the god. After all, compared with these false names and net worth, it is immediately clear which is more important. Although everyone is no longer enthusiastic about promotion, they are afraid of returning, and the excitement is something that cannot but be watched.

No, when Amao rested all night and came to the Apocalypse Platform again, her already worried heart instantly became even more worried.

"Oh, isn't this a fairy child? How? You're also coming to see the fun? "Wenqu Lao'er knows the wind and the rudder the most, and seeing that Ah Mao now has the blue eyes of the queen mother, he tries his best to go up and get close.

Ah Mao took two steps back at a loss, this Wenqu knows her old background, and the matter of the black account is her eternal pain.

"This heavenly realm hasn't been so lively for many years, look at these people, they are all here to see the demeanor of that immortal friend!" Wenqu didn't care about Amao, he nagged to himself, and waved his finger to the large number of immortals behind him who were like sightseeing tourists.

"Uh...... The fairy friend in Xingjun's mouth...... No, it's just down. "Ah Mao really has nothing to say, these immortals are really boring! Why can't you just find something serious to do? It's like their swaggering aunt squatting at the entrance of the village.

Wenqu was shocked by Mao's words, and accidentally choked on his saliva. The coughing lungs are almost coming out, "cough cough cough...... Amao, ahem...... You're kidding the old man again! ”

Ah Mao rolled his eyelids and reluctantly reassured him, "I'm not joking, I'm the one who wants to go to the Apocalypse." ”

"What? Are you serious? Wenqu was so anxious that he jumped to his feet, dragged her to a corner where no one was around, and said in a low voice: "Do you know about this?" ”

"I don't know."

"Are you sure you'll become a god?"

"I'm not sure."

Wenqu Xingjun was speechless, "Then, isn't your girl dead?" ”

"Even if I die, I'm going to give it a try!"

Wenqu Xingjun is completely out of luck, obviously this Ah Mao is determined to go further and further on the road to death, what else can they outsiders say?

"Okay, the old man doesn't care about you! However, I can tell you that the iris fairy died on this apocalypse platform 2,000 years ago, and I hope you don't be like the hapless fairy. Wenqu sighed, waved at her, and said weakly: "Go, you go!" ”

How did Ah Mao think that Wenqu's words were like saying goodbye to her, and he always felt that the atmosphere today was so discordant, thinking about it, she had already stepped on the Apocalypse Stage.

For a while, the immortals were in an uproar. Everyone looked at Mao with a strange look of "living well, why can't you think about it so much", which made Mao uncomfortable.

Look at people and don't they're! Hum! Let me show you the courage of this girl!

Mao snorted and touched his nose and stood in the golden circle in the middle of the Apocalypse Terrace.

In an instant, the rain and fog rolled and the wind roared. The fiery sun was gradually swallowed up by the darkness, and a muffled rumble was heard in the distance.

"It's a thunderbolt! The thunder is coming! A timid immortal was so frightened that he covered his eyes and didn't dare to look again.

"Hey! You stupid! The oracle on the Apocalypse has not yet been revealed, where did the thunder come from? The immortal standing on the side sneered at the coward beside him.

"You, look! What is that? The timid immortal put down his hands, but his eyes just looked at the sky, but he froze in place.

Although the sky was dim and gloomy, the golden light that suddenly appeared in the sky was as dazzling as daylight. As the golden light gradually dimmed, several lines of golden oracles appeared in the air.

Mao was also stunned, Hongluan had told her about this oracle. It was a prophecy, or a warning, for the Massacre. The oracle is not destined for every traverser to see it, the heavenly realm says this kind of thing very mysteriously, what kind of people who are destined to get the oracle, what heavenly secrets cannot be divulged and so on.

But Shigeru doesn't think so, for a veteran inventor, she thinks it's all due to the unstable performance of the Apocalypse.