As they spoke, a loud voice came from below, through the pouring heavenly river, through layer after layer of obstacles, and slammed into their ears clearly and heavily.

"The heavens are above, and all the souls are down, but please have mercy to save the human race!"

It was a desperate effort to send prayers directly into this fallen heaven, and even on the seal of Fantian, they could hear it clearly.

Mo Yu's fingers clenched quietly, and his eyes subconsciously looked down, but he only saw the waves surging up the Milky Way Water.

If Heavenly Court is already so desperate, then what kind of desperate and dangerous situation should the human world be?

The blood-colored voice gradually became magnificent, echoing in the wilderness one after another, obviously there was no one in front of them, but they all seemed to see the appearance of the old man who had exhausted his blood exploits to find a way for the human race.

Mo Yu heard the hidden prayer in the voice of the universal heaven and earth, and also heard the broken pride and pride in the voice, and it was clear that they were still wantonly slaughtering the weak and small gods in the human world before, and at the time of their destruction, they had to send their last plea for help to the heavenly court with countless lives.

All the pride was lost in this disaster that destroyed the Three Realms, because the human world was weak, and there were no people who could defend the human world on their own, so they were the most injured in this disaster.

Without the power to protect it, in just a few hours, ten of the human beings who were swept up in the huge waves of the flood, and the remaining ten percent had to be removed from half of the negative effects of the flood, and very few survived.

The so-called annihilation of the world is to let your ability reach the sky, and it is also like an ant to Honghu, irresistible and irresistible.

The light in Mo Yu's eyes was gloomy, and the thoughts in his heart finally deviated, but as calm and firm as his complexion, he slowly opened his mouth again, and said, "Great Sage, take the trouble to bring me two sentences." ”

The monkey blinked his eyelids and said, "What's that?" ”

After thinking about it, he felt that it was wrong, so he said: "My grandson hasn't agreed to mix it yet!" ”

Mo Yu slightly hooked his lower lip, revealing a faint smile, and said: "This is the grandest battle in millions of years, and the only one in the world who can watch the battle is the Great Sage, if the Great Sage does not join in the fun, it is a pity." ”

As he spoke, he didn't care what the monkey thought, but only said a few words to himself, and then his body moved, broke a large chunwood, and fell from the sky to the world.

A faint black yin qi rose from his body, which was in the same vein as him but completely different, which was crossed by Bai Tang when he left, making a talisman for him in this heaven-destroying calamity.

And at this moment, he has to rely on this indestructible barrier, through the nine heavens, through the collapsed sky, to cross the world.

At the same time, the old man who had lost three of his five senses supported the little spiritual power left in his body, drew a thousand miles on the Kunlun Mountain that was still standing, and sent those ordinary people who were still alive from the Tianhe to the top of Kunlun one by one.

Behind him stood many old men with white beards, both men and women, all of whom had applied the Dao method around them to the extreme, and the surrounding floods were turbulent, and the world was full of hell.

Those of them who survived the cracks of time have finally run out of oil and run out of lights.

Everyone has blood on their lips and hands, and they are completely disregarded, forcibly improving the Dao Law several times, each of them is already a person who is hovering on the verge of extinction, and everyone is experiencing different degrees of heaven and man.

Originally, they would have many, many years more

Take a look at the world, but now, they themselves have spent the rest of their lives sacrificing this devastated land, praying for a way for the human race.

In the face of the survival of the human race, life is not a pity.

They all desperately urged spiritual power, injected spiritual power into the Thousand Thousand Miles Array on the ground, and forcibly established a passage with the Thousand Thousand Miles Talisman of the rest of the world.

They stayed on the new Kunlun, and prayed hoarsely to the heavens in unison for a way to live, saying: "The heavens are above, and all the souls are down, but please have mercy to save the human race!" ”

Those who had been rescued by them knelt around them, slowly opening their mouths to meet them, and one by one, word by word, the chaotic sound finally slowly condensed into one.

Those cultivators spontaneously sat cross-legged behind them, trying their best to condense their spiritual energy for them and draw a four-way living spirit array, so that they could recover a little faster, a little faster, even faster in the case of huge consumption.

But no matter how much their Quartet Soul Array draws, no matter how much aura they gather, they can't keep up with the speed at which those old people consume.

Guan Zhi's eyes were still open, his eyeballs were cloudy, like dusty glass beads, and his mouth moved at will, but he couldn't see or hear, his body was even more shriveled, and he couldn't even feel the water vapor rushing to his face.

The great powers behind him are all sealed with their hands, some people have lost their light, some people have lost their sense of smell, and some people only have their mouths moving, but they can no longer make a sound, but their voices cannot reach people's ears, but they can go straight to the clouds and go straight to the nine heavens.

The water of the Tianhe River spread from a distance layer by layer, and it seemed that in the blink of an eye, it seemed that after a long time, the water that enveloped everything spread from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside.

No one moved, and all the people who followed the way of heaven were trying their best at this time to pull more people from all directions into this Kunlun top.

If you persist for a while, you will have more hope, and if there is hope, there will be vitality.

That day, the river slowly spread up, surging towards the top of the mountain, wetting the sleeves of those people's clothes.

The steward turned his head tremblingly, his gaze empty, but it seemed to take everyone in his eyes, and he slowly and firmly changed his handprints, and his mouth emitted an obscure incantation that seemed to rhyme with life.

He drooped and his fingers trembled, but he only held the mark for a moment, and then it fell down in despair, and fell lightly to the ground, splashing a splash.

Half in the water, but he was unconscious.

Except for the bloody cries of the survivors on the periphery, none of them who maintained the Thousand Miles Array spoke, almost miraculously, all of them were clearly incomplete and flawed, but they all changed their handprints in an instant.

The water of the heavenly river came up silently, over their toes, over their knees, over their handprints on their chests, and over their throats, mouths and noses.

Some wept bitterly, some became numb, some ran to higher ground, and some struggled to put up the scattered boulders and use their hands to hold up a path for their children to hold on to a little longer.

Finally, Kunlun's earth, wood, mountains and rocks burst out with strong vitality, rumbling and sounding, as if there was a sense of elevation.

The tide of the four seas was rising, a wave covered the heavens and the earth, and the boundless water finally covered those monks who were like stone carvings, and their bodies as hard as a rock were hit by the waves of the waves, and finally they slowly unfolded, and were slowly swept into the boundless waves.

The cry shook the sky, and Kunlun staggered, finally rising ten feet in their desperate spell.

The desperate people in the water were given another respite, and they were desperately gasping for breath, unable to even cry.

Death is getting closer, and no one can stop it.

At this moment, a figure quickly descended from the nine heavens, like a god.

Dressed in a pitch-black robe of impermanence, he held a scarred soul chain, and behind him hung a green branch the thickness of a human arm, and he stepped firmly on the clean rock washed by the water.

He came from hell, but he was a god on earth.

His eyes were cold, his face was handsome and detached, his body was rippled with a rich black gas visible to the naked eye, he was murderous, and the tips of his hair were dripping with water, he swept the people on the top of the huge Kunlun one by one, no sadness, no joy, no expression, his eyes looked at the hand floating in the water.

The hand was old and withered, thin as firewood, and the white light of merit on the fingertips was overflowing little by little.

No one who was still alive moved, no one spoke, and the wind whipped his cheeks and hair with a breath of destruction.

The impermanence of the black face suddenly moved, he pressed his hands to the ground in the numbness of everyone, and there was an invisible qi around his body surging in all directions, and the yin qi that covered the sky and the sun was spawned by him, and the light of the land under his hands surged, quickly spreading to all around.

"Reckless ghosts, ghosts, I sacrifice my soul and order you! Gods are incompetent, ghosts cross the world! ”

If the gods and Buddhas are powerless, then it is up to me to transform the ghosts and ghosts of this world!

……

The world is flooded, the four seas are overturned, the icebergs are all melted, the land is flooded, and the only pure land in the world is Kunlun.

And all this, Bai Tang, who was still fighting for the sky in the void, was still unclear, and his eyes were full of control of Su Yuxiu first.

But Su Yuxiu is really strong, the more times like this, the stronger she is, her strength seems to be inexhaustible, their struggle is a battle between heaven and earth, dangerous and dangerous, and death is often only in a moment.

At this time, Bai Tang's eyes were clear, and he was holding a cage of black gas as restrained as steel, Su Yuxiu knelt inside, her face was as white as a ghost, and only a little dansha color on her lips added a bit of color to her.

Haotian hung his hands as if nothing happened, his eyes were indifferent, only a few traces of gold on his chest, indicating that he was by no means well, even his right wrist was bare, and his right hand, which was as beautiful as white jade, disappeared at some point.

Bai Tang gasped slightly, struggled to hold on and didn't lie down, and said, "Don't worry, Su Yuxiu, don't worry." ”

Before he came, he felt that he could move mountains and reclaim the sea, and he felt that he could create a new universe, but he could fight with Su Yuxiu, exhaust his mind and compress the time, and compress the divine war that should have been a protracted battle for a hundred years into just a few days, and all the spiritual energy in his body was cleaned, and there was no extra strength.

Thinking about Haotian too, even if he didn't say it, he didn't even have the strength to repair his limbs, so he could only barely stop the blood on his wrist from flowing.

Su Yuxiu lowered her eyes slightly, her chest rose and fell violently, although she was seriously injured and half-crippled, her demeanor was calm, and she said, "I never worry about life and death." ”

What she is worried about has never been life and death, what she is afraid of has always been Xie Bi'an's resolute turn, his hatred and disgust, his reincarnation, his original intention has changed, and he will never stand by her side again and give her a pair of arms to cover the rain.

Her hand grabbed the cage he and Haotian had laid together, and suddenly looked up at Bai Tang, her eyes were bright and terrifying, and she said coldly: "Bai Tang! Kill Haotian! If you don't kill him, he will kill you! ”