The black earth, red blood and water gathered into a river, spreading from the foot of the mountain all the way to the top of the mountain, like a monster opening countless shots, trying to hold the entire mountain. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Along the way, there are countless tall towers, ranging in height and height, short to the clouds, high and reaching to the clouds, with vertical eyes at the top, and the reflection of black or white windmills in the scarlet pupils slowly turning, just like the color of the towers themselves - black or white.

And in the opposite place of the black and white towers, there is a long twisted band, a gray mist, and there seem to be many towers standing faintly inside, but instead of erect eyes, they stand horizontally, and there is no reflection of windmills in the pupils, instead of a hollow, giving people a feeling of steely coldness.

The tower's surroundings are constantly annihilating energy, and the tidal fluctuations make the surrounding space crumble, reorganize, and repeat, full of strange and dangerous feelings.

Walking from the foot of the mountain to the mountain, there were countless corpses all over the way, each corpse exuded a terrible aura, or sacred, or evil, or demonic, and everyone's eyes were staring at the altar on the top of the mountain, and they did not bat at death.

Qin Hao looked at the corpse under his feet, and there was a faint strange feeling in his heart, but for some reason, he raised his head and looked towards the top of the mountain.

There was a moon hanging in the sky, eerily like an unrendered image, black, red, and white intertwined, making the moon look like a misshapen monster.

Suddenly, a sandstorm rolled up from the ground, and countless sands bit towards Qin Hao as if consciously, Qin Hao was startled, it was a monster made of sand all over its body, with an earthy yellow tail hanging behind it.

"One Tail Crane!"

Qin Hao's eyes were confused, and he said in his mouth.

"Hmph." A cold snort came out, a giant snake sprang out of the ground, and a figure jumped high from behind Qin Hao, the long hair of the shawl was windless and automatic, and the kimono was slightly loose on the body, but it gave people a sense of bohemianism, but with the cut cheeks and the golden vertical pupils like snake pupils, the temperament was transformed into cold and evil.

"Orochimaru."

The moment Qin Hao spoke, Orochimaru was already fighting with Shouhe, and the dazzling ninjutsu and the wind and sand in the sky were colliding in the air.

Qin Hao paused, and then continued to walk forward, and behind him were closely followed by 12 people wearing hats with wind chimes on their heads, wearing black windbreakers embroidered with red clouds, and between walking and swinging, you can see that they are each wearing a ring with their own code name, their nails are oiled with black nail polish, there is a scratch on their foreheads, and their bodies exude a palpitating atmosphere.

Without saying a word, silently hurrying, everyone's steps seemed to have been measured in unison, Qin Hao led the way in front, and from time to time a figure jumped out behind him, fighting with the enemy blocking in front.

There seems to be no concept of time in this world, the sky is an eternal color, the air is filled with the smell of blood and decay, except for the sound of fighting and the collision of energy, everywhere is lifeless.

Before the storm, the last tranquility.

The mountain is very high, but no matter how high the mountain is, it can always reach the peak, Qin Hao looked back, only he was alone, he stood on the top of the mountain and looked down, looking into the distance was a turbulent current of energy intertwined in the air, some huge figures and some people who seemed to be as small as ants, fighting and fighting.

The rest is corpses, except corpses and corpses, endless corpses.

"It's a little cold." A strange thought burst out of Qin Hao's heart, he withdrew his gaze and looked towards the altar on the top of the mountain.

The circular altar, countless complicated patterns, occupy the entire mountaintop, countless Taoist images are frozen like a motionless standing around the altar, there are immortal wind bones of the old man, the majestic emperor of the world, the domineering god of war in the world, the strange and wonderful ministers, and the sect Tianjiao, the heroes of the world. It's all frozen.

Frozen in this picture by a powerful, irresistible force, it seems to be alive and more like dead.

"Heavenly Court!"

Qin Hao muttered to himself, suddenly two fine lights shot out of his eyes, his slightly confused eyes seemed to remember something, he suddenly raised his head, licked his dry lips, and laughed out loud.

"You're here."

"You're here."

The two different voices converged into one voice, cold, ruthless, indifferent, but there was an eerily suppressed excitement, as if it had been immersed in the bottom of a volcano for thousands of years.

"I'm coming!"

Qin Hao opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse, only three words, but it revealed a kind of ubiquitous domineering and unstoppable domineering, just like an emperor who conquered the world, once again set foot on a strange land, bringing conquest and war; It's as if the only true god in the universe is facing another false god, bringing salvation and death; It's as if Qin Hao finally saw his.

The black and white chakra eyes look directly at the center of the altar, where there is a solitary throne, symbolizing the supreme power, the throne that rules all the destiny of the world.

On both sides of the throne, one on the left and one on the right, there were two men with faces similar to Qin Hao's, a pair of scarlet writing wheel eyes, black magatama exuding infinite evil, and a pair of black and white eyes, indifferent to human beings, looking at Qin Hao together.

The three of them are the only three active beings on this altar, at this moment, these three eyes finally met in the air, countless spaces began to collapse, and the three colors of the moon in the sky began to dissipate, revealing a color that had never appeared in the world, mysterious, wild, and eternal.

It is like the light that opens the heavens and the earth, and it is like the light that ends everything.

The three of them walked indifferently towards the throne together, their bodies slowly approaching, pulling at each other, and gradually beginning to merge into one.

"I'm back!"

A voice that had never been heard before suddenly sounded slowly, and a man turned and sat high on the throne, looking at the people around him as if looking down, and the corners of his mouth curled with contempt.

Time began to flow, everything in the world began to work again, and the man gently raised his hand, and a black hole condensed in his palm, and gently pressed downward.

"Brother, don't."

A familiar voice, with panic, with reluctance, with endless pain and despair, came into the man's ears, the man's palms froze, his brows frowned fiercely, and then shouted angrily: "Noise! ”

The big hand is like the hand of the sky.,Pressed down fiercely.。。

Qin Hao opened his eyes suddenly, his vest was full of dense cold sweat, he sat up and said, "Is it a dream?" Why is there such a feeling of heart palpitations. ”

Qin Hao wiped the cold sweat from his head, he didn't notice that a strange light flashed at the center of his eyebrows.

Pushing open the window and looking at the already lit sky outside, Qin Hao's face was gloomy and disappeared in place.