The war between the ghost demons and the extraterritorial heavenly demons was fought in darkness, and the Kunlun Realm under the pollution of multiple demonic qi, the enchantment disintegrated, the heaven and the earth collapsed, and the stubborn resistance of external forces and civil wars caused the Kunlun Realm to flow and crash into a cosmic rift full of ray explosions at an unprecedented speed of death.

The Kunlun Realm finally got out of the range of the red sun, and under the obstruction of the stars, the speed suddenly slowed down, and then, because of the sudden change of external forces, the Kunlun Realm lost its original rotation direction and speed, and a terrifying energy tide broke out on the ground again. Draining the aura stored in the earth, most of Kunlun fell into the long night.

Fortunately, the entire universe is not without light. In this long, narrow, star-floating crack, there is a malevolent red sun, its light is full of death, dim, cold, mysterious and terrifying, passing through the dense stardust from the other end, falling on the Kunlun realm where the enchantment is broken, looking down on the spiritual creatures on the Kunlun realm, like the cold light of the gaze of the god of death.

In that apocalyptic darkness, everything in the land is slowly eroding and dying away, losing its original appearance.

The outer star field was completely lost, remaining in its original cosmic orbit.

As for the rest of the star fields, due to changes in the external environment, only a small number of great monks survived. The bones of those fallen monks were evaporated due to the high speed and high temperature, and some of them floated in the outer space of the Kunlun Realm and became garbage.

The star fields collapsed and embedded each other, and many of them were forcefully squeezed into a thin layer of sharp cosmic death. It was superimposed into a whole realm of death that pressed against the sky above the Kunlun Realm.

As for the ground. The most surviving people turned out to be mortals.

This is the final unification of the monks.

Later generations wrote in "The Legend of Kunlun Annihilation":

“...... The surviving monks braved the storm of death in the sky and had their final gathering in the Realm of the Gods, and they may never have a name in the afterlife, or they may not survive to fight again...... But there is no time to hesitate, between the seed and the monks, there must be a great number to preserve, they are not selfless great saints, they can live longer than mortals who take refuge in the last days, they know far more than mortals, to be honest, if at this time, the mighty ones among them abandon this spiritual realm that may be annihilated and find another way, it is not impossible.

In the end, however, they mercifully chose the seeds of mortals—seeds that were far greater than the reproduction power of monks.

The ancient god Shen Tu took over the Shenshan Wuji and became the first generation of God Emperors, those who were powerful and exploded their own elixir, providing a huge impetus for the activation of the three-element array, and the three-element array was composed of Kunlun giant eyes, Wuji's frame, and the realm of Zixiao, abandoning other side branches, and circled a large area of the apocalyptic small spirit world suitable for survival in the Kunlun realm.

In the process of the formation of the spiritual world, the sky continued to fall hot celestial bodies, smashing huge pits on the ground; Countless famous artifacts that shook the ancient and modern times emitted the last sorrowful roar, turning into a protective barrier - Tibetan Autumn Palace, Mirror Lake and other sacred objects left by the ancestors, fighting the catastrophe themselves, this may be the last life of the ancestors to be remembered by this world, no one knows, how many monks will survive in the end to realize this crazy plan?

-The sea is weeping, the huge body of the Kraken floats on the surface of the sea after the mutation, and will no longer set off monstrous waves because of anger, they will only slowly decompose in the erosion of time and turn into a part of the earth.

When that day came, the earth was surprisingly quiet and peaceful, and the great powers fused their own realms, facing the yellow light of the cosmic cracks, ready to do their best to push the Kunlun Realm a little bit, as long as there was a little power, the three-element array would use the last stored energy to drive the Kunlun Realm to fall away from this world again...... As for the outside, children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and they can't wait.

Their bodies were illuminated by the yellow light, silently dissolving, perhaps everyone was working hard for one thing, and in this atmosphere, no one gave up.

The gods who were recorded in the history books died...... Perhaps we should use the language of the monks: they have fallen, and the stars have fallen.

Fortunately, the Kunlun Realm, a calamity-ridden spiritual realm, really escaped from this cosmic gap in the power of the three-element array as the gods imagined.

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- "The Last Days: The First Revelation"

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The girl's slightly rough but well-proportioned fingers flipped the pages in the bright light and dust, translating them word by word against the thick dictionary of divine words.

When she encountered a difficult place, she had to rummage around, looking for information, comparison, and trying to translate the text perfectly, but the words of these gods were too complicated, and the reproduced fonts were either dragons and phoenixes, full of distorted beauty, or scribbled and illegible, and the semantics were unclear.

She moved her frozen fingers aggrievedly, rubbed her hands together and put them to her mouth to warm her hands, and her pink tongue licked her lips that had become chapped from the cold from time to time.

In such a cold weather, she only wore a thin dress.

The color of the dress was not bright, apparently the pulp had been washed many times, and the edges of the cuffs were fluffy. But this simple dress seemed a little redundant in her serious and resolute eyes, and no one would look much at the dress she was wearing, and the first time everyone saw her, they looked directly at her face, and from the broken hair to her dark golden eyes, and then avoided it.

Aya'er turned her gaze away, not daring to look into her eyes. Those eyes...... It is a representative of the descendants of the Martial God King, but unfortunately Qiangu Ning's mother is an illegitimate daughter, everyone knows that her bloodline is noble, but no one dares to mention this talented illegitimate bloodline in front of this generation of Spirit Emperor lineage, among the nobles of the entire Southern Spirit Kingdom, only the descendants of the Ancient Clan can contract the ancient gods with a high probability. As a land of spirit deeds canonized by the God Emperor, this generation of royal family descendants has never issued an authentic spirit contract, but has been successfully contracted by the mother of the ancient battlefield to surpass a condensed god of the ancient battlefield.

Pity...... Gifted, but not blessed, she was killed, the god was too powerful, how could a mortal body be driven? During a demon mission, the god remembered his past, did not dare to succumb to the excessive demands of the deed owner, and rebelled.

From the spotlight to the ridicule of the world, it is often only a step away.

Qian Gu Ning lost her mother, and at the same time lost many preferential treatments.

She will graduate from the academy next year, but she has never had a chance to go out to find the spirit of the covenant, and the royal family is afraid that this girl who has inherited all the excellent bloodlines of the illegitimate daughters of the royal family will contract an ancient god again, then the face of the royal family will be lost.

"Aya'er, what are you doing here?" asked Qiangu Ning with a red nose and a little wariness.

Aya'er is a little uncomfortable, some, even if she is outside, she is still terrifyingly strong, Qiangu Ning is such a person, no one has ever seen her sad and depressed, the aristocratic temperament seems to be innate, which makes Aya'er a little frustrated. She glanced at a divine text that had been blocked by the eternal condensation, and vaguely saw a few words written on it: Ancient Battlefield of the Sea in the Clouds.

She was terrified, this time she came here to find out the news, but this crazy girl, is she going to that dark ancient battlefield? There are legends that all kinds of vicious ancient demon yin spirits, the remnants of the ancient gods, have been recovered by the first god emperor, and they are listed on the Wuji Mountain, and no one dares to turn into it by the way.

Is this guy going to take a desperate gamble, contract demon spirit?

Eternals followed her gaze and tilted her head slightly, sneered contemptuously, closed the note, picked it up and walked out of the library with the cold wind.

Outside, it seemed that the immortal Yang Pearl was hanging high in the sky, and the looming crack in the sky was opening its hideous huge mouth, as if it was swallowing the Kunlun realm at any time.

She looked far away, trying to see through the dark deep space, to no avail, in today's world, in addition to the gods on the sacred mountain, there are only various spirits.

Light and darkness have been fighting, and as long as the giant crack in the sky above does not disappear, darkness will not disappear.

She took a deep breath with her notes, patted her frozen cheeks, and thought to herself: "Come on, Qiangu Ning, this time you must sign a powerful spirit and make them impressed!"