On the crystal sphere, the pale golden divine light flickered, and on the subtle facets, countless pictures flew by, and as time passed, more and more pictures came to an end and turned into nothingness.

Correspondingly, the facets on the sphere are also decreasing, from 108,000 to 48,000 in just a few breaths.

This means that Wang Daoming, who has 60,000 parallel time and space, has come to an end in his life.

These 60,000 Wang Daoming's 60,000 lives died due to various accidents, and his memories and emotions were as fragile as bubbles, and they were easily accepted and assimilated by Wang Daoming's will.

The palace was silent, only the crystal made of Wang Daoming's will was constantly changing, and every breath continued, the will crystal would be reduced by more than a dozen facets.

I don't know the years and months in the Demon Palace, but the outside world is dark three times, and it is bright three times, and Wang Daoming's will crystal has also been reduced from 48,000 facets to 3,000.

These 3,000 kings have their own chances, and countless coincidences have made their lives completely deflected and sanctified.

Three thousand facets, representing three thousand saints, or heaven and earth have love, or broken love, the deviation brought by time and space makes the character of Wang Daoming completely different, but in this difference, there is a commonality, that is, the firmness of his own path!

Every strong person who has realized his holy path firmly believes that his own way is correct, and if there is no holy way, it is just a false saint.

And the three thousand kings of Daoming, because of their different circumstances, their holy ways are also strange.

There are pure and good, there are evil and evil, and so on, and there are countless contradictions, and if every holy path is one color, then now, there are three thousand colors, mixed together.

The red dust is bitter and sad, and the confluence of thousands of paths is surging, enough to crush everything.

In the face of the surging memories and emotions, the brilliance of his soul and the flash of his personality, Wang Daoming's mind is like a sword, cutting everything.

No matter what he does, he just firmly believes that among the countless possibilities and countless choices, only his own choice is the only right.

In the face of other calamities, there are always only two ways, either seeking common ground while reserving differences, or being self-respecting.

And now, what Wang Daoming has chosen is the road of self-respect.

No matter who is his own other self or me, or even himself is the other other existence of him and me, he chooses, exalts the will of heaven, there is disharmony, all of them are killed!

This is a great decision, and there must be this kind of great decision, if there is no disobedience to me, how can I become enlightened?!

If people's hearts are not as high as the hearts of heaven, how can they imprint their hearts in the ultimate vacuum and be eternal and immortal?!

The Tao is made by the heart, the heart is the foundation of the Tao, the red dust is thousands, Wang Daoming only takes a pure word, and the other ones are cut!

The facets on the will crystal are still decreasing, the cultivation is difficult, there are so many cultivators in the world, the three thousand worlds, the number of sages in the Ganges sand, most of them died on the road.

Natural disasters and human calamities, as long as they exist in the world, even if they are masters of the ancestral realm, there are also calamities, not to mention saints.

or died in the catastrophe, or because of the treasure of heaven and earth, or was killed by the enemy, or went the wrong way and fell into the devil's way and died......

It's another day and night, three thousand two thousand one thousand, and the facets on the crystal are getting fewer and fewer, and Wang Daoming's breath is getting sharper and sharper.

His heart is like a heavenly sword, cutting red dust, using "me" as a sharpening stone, making the heavenly sword in his heart more and more sharp, and can cut all tangible and intangible things in the world.

Kill "me" and cut "me" to sacrifice the Tao, every time he and I are killed, Wang Daoming will be firm, and his heart will become more and more confused and empty, as if he is reaching infinity.

The great calamity is also a great opportunity, and there is no one in the world who has achieved the strongest without the calamity.

The real strong people are constantly overcoming obstacles and going through countless hardships before they can finally achieve it.

Since Wang Daoming's practice, every time his cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, it is because of the calamities, if there are not so many calamities, and the cultivation of peace and security all the way, Wang Daoming will never have achieved such an achievement as he is now.

Three thousand saints, ninety-nine gods, until the fifth day and night, there were only ninety-nine faces left in the crystal, representing Wang Daoming, who was ninety-nine true god levels.

From mortals to true gods, there is no existence of mysterious imprints in the various futures that have evolved from the Great Dao, and such cultivation is all dependent on Wang Daoming's own crawling in the red dust.

The world has been robbed, and the blood song of all worlds is a divine seat forged by killing and fighting, and by the bones of the corpses.

There is no secret method, no inheritance, only a heart that is brave and enterprising, and there is no regret in nine deaths.

From humble to powerful, in the midst of the heavens, he killed a blood-colored cultivation path, with thousands of calamities, an inch of divine body and an inch of blood, and in turmoil, cast a "true" god.

Each of these ninety-nine kings is a strong man who has walked out of his own path of true godhood, and has not followed the path of his predecessors.

Even if Wang Daoming's mind can kill everything, in the face of such a divine heart forged by blood and fire, it is difficult to kill it for a while.

On the sixth day and night, only the last nine sides of the crystal remained, and the catastrophe was about to pass, but at the same time, it was also the most difficult time.

Each of these last nine kings is a master who has forged his own eternal divine path, with an immortal heart, an immortal body, and an eternal Dao, which can be called impeccable.

Even if it is Wang Daoming himself, spiritual cultivation is only in such a situation, if it weren't for Wang Daoming's previous slashing of him and me to forge the heart sword, the edge of the heart sword is nothing, I am afraid that he would have fallen into madness at this moment.

It's just that although he relied on the advantages of the heart sword, Wang Daoming was still in a predicament, with one enemy and nine, he tried his best, and every sword made Wang Daoming do his best.

"He and I are a catastrophe, this catastrophe is the Great Dao after being distorted by six generations, the resulting backlash, the Great Dao evolves illusory time and space, different from the real world, unless you come to the real world, it is impossible to give birth to a complete ancestor, one hundred and eight thousand bodies, all three thousand worlds, and it is a complete joke. Illusory time and space, the three changes of heaven and man are already the limit of the world, there is no way up, if I cross the catastrophe with the realm of half ancestors, the will of heaven and man can be broken with a wave of my hand, but now, it is dangerous! ”

Wang Daoming temporarily broke free from the endless battle of wills and thought about the way to break the catastrophe.

His calamity came very inexplicably, and it was a lore as soon as it came, but fortunately, only nine of his 108,000 bodies had grown to the limit of the world.

Otherwise, there will only be one more, and this catastrophe will be ten deaths and no life.

This is undoubtedly a very abnormal thing, how difficult it is to cultivate, but among the 108,000 Wang Daoming, nine have reached the apex of the current time and space.

Under normal circumstances, this would never be the case.

"The avenue escapes one of them, this is the reason of the avenue, although this catastrophe may have another driving force, but since it is born because of the avenue, it must also be subject to the avenue, I want to break the catastrophe, I have to find that glimmer of life!" Wang Daoming's mind flickered, in fact, in addition to looking for that glimmer of life, Wang Daoming still had a way to go, that is, to use the mysterious mark to go to other great times and spaces.

As long as he leaves the world, the cause and effect will be exhausted, and this catastrophe will naturally not fall on him.

This is the worst choice, in this time, Wang Daoming has already seen a chance of a great Luo, if he gives it up, he may not be able to get it again in the next ten thousand years.

"Karma is born and dies, and there is no limit to chaos!"

With a thought in his mind, Wang Daoming cast a secret method, trying his best to operate the Yuan Shen Law Phase, trying to grasp the glimmer of life that existed in the vast avenue.

Countless fragments of time flashed in Wang Daoming's heart, the past and the future, into the bad and empty, endless, vast and ethereal.

"Found it!"

Wang Daoming barely separated a wisp of thought, and drove away from the past cause and effect, and then fell into an endless battle of thoughts again.