Becoming a dwelling is bad and empty.

518,400 years have passed since the last catastrophe.

The last era has been shattered into silence, it is the Yuan Shi Heavenly King who broke through the endless calamities, and pierced the gloom of chaos with supreme power, and it is also the Lingbao Tianzun who has transformed the common people with the mysterious avenue, opened the nine heavens, divided into five tribulations, and has a foothold for all living beings. And the saint walks on the ground, and the Taishang Divine Qi has gone through all kinds of edification experiences, in the mountains and forests, in the grass and trees, and in the sentient beings - educating all kinds.

Five hundred and eighty-eight thousand four hundred years, from the opening to the emperor, it seems to be just a snap of a finger. And "Extinction" inherited the legacy of the previous era, and rightfully became the center of chaos.

This is the world after the destruction of the flood, and this is the world of extinction that belongs to the new era.

There was once a Heavenly Emperor who was born before the opening of the world and educated sentient beings; There have also been rivers in the Styx that run through the three thousand worlds, and the catastrophe is long.

There are also countless nether heroes who have broken through the boundary.

Lonely and defeated, one day to prove the Big Dipper Seven Killing Sword Dao, flowers and flying leaves can cut the stars.

The magician Pang Ban's demonic skills preached to the world, attracting the righteous way of the world to join forces to destroy it.

The white-eyed ancestor opened up the Shushan Immortal Sword Sect in Emei to protect the people in the mountains and mountains in the west from demons.

"But it seems like it was a century ago." Meng Qi looked at the tall Shanghuang Mountain in front of him and sighed, "Because there hasn't been a single land immortal in the world for a long time. Even those myths have a bit of a sense of drifting away in the wind. ”

Should this be called the end of the Dharma or the end of the calamity? I heard that if you survive it, it will attract a wave of spiritual power again, and then it will be an era of heroes, but this kind of day is generally counted in a hundred years, and I am afraid that I will not be able to wait.

His name is Meng Qi, and he is a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple, and he is also quite famous in the rivers and lakes. In addition to being out of tune, he has a reputation among friends who are righteous and thin.

"What does this have to do with you digging someone else's grave?" The girl on the side raised her eyebrows, and couldn't help but sneer at the slut is hypocrisy.

"Absolutely!" Meng Qi didn't stop the shovel in his hand, but there were stars twinkling in his eyes, "Do you remember that Zhou Mingrui excavated the inheritance of Ananda in the Kunlun Mountains a thousand years ago, he was originally just a precarious catcher, but because of this, he achieved the miracle of the Lord of Yellow and Black." There is also Zhou Qing who excavated the inheritance of the ancient witch Zhu on Taibai Mountain, and achieved the position of the world's great witch after being forgiven by heaven and man. It's all chance, friend! ”

The girl didn't refute him, because these people do have these things, although most of the people who have been lucky have been robbed by high-ranking families, but some of them have been able to break through the siege and finally achieve myths, and the two examples given by Meng Qi are true.

And the Shanghuang Mountain, where they are now, has a previous era of inheritance, which is the information that Meng Qi got by spending a lot of money to pick up a wooden plaque in the antique street.

In the middle, they crossed the underground dark river, fought the black water snake, and countless confusing underground caves, and finally came to this last road.

It was as if they had passed through some divine barrier, and the first step of the two of them out of the door was to move to a new place in an instant.

With the foresight of "a cluster of pine fences and several floors of pavilions", even the erudite Meng Qi couldn't tell whether it was a temple or a temple for a while. When I got closer, I saw that "I can't see the majestic moral wind".

And in the middle there is a vast spiritual power swaying in this world.

But when they actually approached it, both of them stopped, and their breathing slowed down too much..... but the place where the majestic moral wind seemed from a distance was reduced to ruins. But what everyone sees is only a very small part, and more ruins lead to the depths, as if they are the root of the world.

The walls were in ruins, the idols had collapsed, and the slightest tremor of footsteps shattered their last hold and dissipated into smoke.

And there are still remnants of the ruins that still maintain their aura, and after thousands of years, they are still waiting, waiting for the return of their past owners.

In the past, it should have been a magnificent Taoist temple, with countless pavilions standing in it, even the Forbidden City of mortal emperors could not be compared, but now it is just a bleak scene.

"Is this a remnant of the last era?" Meng Qi opened his mouth softly, for fear that his voice would be too loud and disturb the unjust souls here.

It's not that he thinks about it much, it's that there are indeed great prohibitions intertwined in the air here, binding all foreign visitors.

It's sad that the place I was looking forward to is just a place of ruins.

But they didn't retreat, but walked to the center of the light.

The aura on the periphery was surging, but the center was calm, as stable as the outside world, and what appeared in front of the two of them was a small hill.

Meng Qi used a small shovel to dig up the soil of the mountain bag, and revealing a corner of the whole picture, it was a wooden plaque, Meng Qi couldn't distinguish the material of the plaque, but vaguely, he could recognize the three words on it, and let him read it softly.

"Five...... Zhuangguan? ”

The sound is like a switch, breaking the silence of this world.

The vast spiritual light was converging, and countless remnants of spiritual ruins were frantically celebrating, celebrating the return of their master.

That aura passed through the long river of time in the underworld, distorted this enchantment, and even caused the resonance of the outside world, and countless ancient beings in the extinction realm were all awakened by this terrifying aura, looking at the space where he should have been hidden.

And in the long river of time, there is a branch shuttling down, turning into the figure of a purple-crowned crane in this place.

The three whiskers flutter under the chin, and the crows fold the sideburns.

Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of the earth immortals. In the midst of the desolation, his reputation was not very prominent, and after that, almost no one knew about the destruction of the world.

He let out a long sigh and burst into the sky.

"It's alive! It's a living antique! Meng Qi looked at the figure flying away, and his voice was as excited as a male duck's crowing, "It's a miracle!" Zhiwei: We actually witnessed this miracle!! ”

"What about the odd fate?" The girl said coldly.

Meng Qi's male duck stopped his throat abruptly, and then looked at the void barrier, wanting to cry without tears.

…….

And the aura of the outside world did not hide his whereabouts at all, and the majestic and endless wind of morality crossed the east and west poles, and then disappeared in the west pole.

And the space shook, he broke through the realm and descended on a towering mountain, soaring thousands of feet into the sky, towering in the sky.

Once this was the Linggong Baoque, the Lin Pavilion Pearl Garden. It is also the true church that talks about it, and the universe transmits the scriptures. But now it's just a chaotic land.

There was a dark chaotic demonic aura in the sky that distorted the Haotian Sea, and the flowers and plants on the ground were deadly poisonous.

This is the spiritual mountain, the spiritual mountain of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty.

The twisted deep blue sea was churning all around, and Lingshan, who had been invaded by Zhen Yuanzi, was also enraged, unearthing the anger he deserved.

A massive, mountain-green body, his soft head with countless tentacles, his body fat and scaly, his forelimbs with soft, claw-like objects, and a pair of tattered wings that seemed to have no shape on his back.

But it was evil, and just by looking at it, you could feel the chaotic magic that drove people crazy, as if she carried unspeakable sin in itself.

The monster named Cthulhu roared, and the insane sound waves rolled up endless waves, colliding with the moral winds of the Taoists.

"It's so pathetic, Guanyin." Zhen Yuanzi sighed, "Are you just like this?"

This benevolent bodhisattva who once purified all sentient beings has also turned into an incredible monster at this time. This vast spiritual mountain has also transformed from the Elysian World, which transforms sentient beings and leads people to goodness, into the lair of chaos monsters.

With a sigh, his body gradually turned into a transparent brilliance, revealing the turquoise branches of the core.

"It is not the dead who sleep forever, and death has its end in a long and strange time."

The turquoise branches pierced into the core of the monster, accompanied by the majestic wind of morality, resetting the chaotic and disorderly magical frenzy into an orderly and regular heaven and earth, and re-evolving the once sacred Buddha nature from the center.

The crazy monster's face showed a vaguely human smile, and the tentacles intertwined into hands and slowly closed together. The green branches and the monsters of the deep sea died together, and Cthulhu and Zhen Motoko disappeared into this world at the same time.

And after a long time, a voice came from the void.

"Did the legendary Zhen Yuanzi die like this? The so-called Earth Immortal Ancestor of the last era is such a grade? What a disappointment. ”

"You think you're seeing the ocean, but you're only seeing the tip of the ocean." A new voice came from the sky, "And that's just a doppelganger projected from the long river of time, the real Zhen Yuanzi has not yet awakened, and still exists in the past." Da Luo's Taoism is not something you can imagine. ”

"Then how did those Da Luo die?" The voice before sneered, and as the new power, he disdained the lessons of the old antiques of the previous era.

And the voice that came later didn't answer him, he looked at the crack in the spiritual mountain that was gradually healing, and his own figure was also being rejected by this world.

Before, it was Zhen Yuanzi who tore the barrier of Lingshan with Da Luo Daoxing, and they didn't have this ability.

He looked at the endless mist on the Spirit Mountain, as well as the darkness in the depths and even more terrifying chaos. It seems to be pregnant with countless even more terrifying magical beasts.

This completely chaotic world is still left to those old antiques to deal with,

They're supposed to be back anyway.