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The last way is solved, and the remaining three ways can only be handed over to the Silent Realm Crystal, the evil god is waiting, and the risk of doing it yourself is extremely high.

After that, I left the Flying Shuttle and returned to the big world.

Flying Shuttle continues to spy on the evil god in the void.

A few hours have passed, and the creatures of the three small worlds have retreated one after another, and when it gets dark, the army of evil gods is very likely to break through the boundary wall and attack the big world.

This battle of slaying gods will settle in the next day or two.

The evil god will not wait any longer, because it has no time left, and the heavens and the earth are about to collapse, especially the six small worlds that have been destroyed by me one after another, which has exacerbated this process.

We won't wait any longer, because the monsters of the sea of blood will give birth to a new wave every full moon, and if the evil god doesn't come, we will also look for it.

The last moment is coming.

I directly ordered the last big city in the spirit world to give up, retreat to the big world, and then re-seal the door of the spirit world with the three artifacts.

After that, I went back to Jinpen Township, met my grandfather first, and it has been almost a year since the war of the gods, and I passed the door twice without entering; My grandfather guarded Jinpen Township and sent me a few letters, although he never mentioned the word missing, but I could feel his concern between the lines.

"My grandson is home, okay."

Grandpa is busy in a small garden, and since he regained his ability to walk, he has been planting flowers and soil in the garden every day. Even when the end times were imminent, it never affected his state of mind.

He smiled and groaned, handed over a pair of scissors, and he said, I'll cut it.

Nothing to say all the way.

did not talk about the general trend of heaven and earth, nor did he ask for warmth.

The small garden is full of purple and red flowers, unaffected by the failure of heaven and earth, and the bees and butterflies shuttle between the flowers, which is peaceful and quiet.

"Ouch, alas."

Grandpa sighed; I saw that among the flowers, a small begonia bud curled up, obviously withered, and the branches and leaves lost their moisture, and they shrugged down.

When I looked down, I saw that a black silk-like thing had grown out of the fork of the flower, which was wrapped around the plant and deeply embedded in it, killing the vitality of the flower.

"Parasitism?"

I asked, this is apparently a parasitic vine plant that intercepts the nutrients and water of the flowers for its own growth.

Grandpa nodded and said, "This is a kind of black silk vine that specializes in parasitic little lingtang, but it's a pity that it has been cultivated for more than ten years, and it finally bloomed." ”

I picked up the scissors and headed for the black silk rattan clip, about to cut it.

Grandpa shook his head, "It's useless, once the black silk vine emerges, it means that it has covered the entire plant and is dead." ”

I pulled back the scissors and said, "Then this flower, is it gone?" ”

"Thousands of sails on the side of the sinking boat, ten thousand trees in front of the sick tree, the small lingtang and the black silk vine are mutually reinforcing, the front flowers are not dead, but the seeds have already been buried, waiting for new life." Grandpa smiled, picked up a small bamboo stick and gently brushed the soil under the flower, only to see that a dark red seed had cracked open, just waiting to break the soil.