The distant bell rang in the ancient dusk sky, awakening the phantom land of the worlds that had sunk for thousands of years. This century has come to an end! The vast and vast Illusory Continent has suffered shocking damage, and this is an apocalyptic catastrophe for the Illusory Continent and the vast expanse of the world.

Looking around, there is no life under the sky. The sky collapsed, and the gray sky was full of deep dark spatial ruins, cutting the sky into pieces. The stars and the moon fell, the wreckage drifted in the void, the earth cracked, the boiling lava churned and scorched earth everywhere it passed, and the sea flowed and the waves flowed without life. Heaven and earth are filled with the monstrous red flames, the green poisonous mist that covers the sun, and the blue frost that envelops everything, cruelly depriving living beings of their right to live. The sunlight, distorted by the ruins of space, can no longer shine on the earth as it once did.

In the ancient land, the vertical and horizontal cracks cut the battlefield to pieces. In the darkness of gunsmoke, the warriors of the Rock Clan held on to their broken swords, held down the wounds that flowed from golden blood, lifted their skulls that had been corroded by burns, and blurred their vision of the battlefield in the distant sky. There, there are the corpses of countless Winged Sky Clansmen, blue blood staining the gray clouds and sky, and the uncorrupted race has used their flesh and blood to build a great wall for the earth that will never fall. Beyond the Great Wall, the compatriots of the Blood Clan used the light of burning souls to illuminate the plank path for the warriors of the Soul Clan, the Celestial Clan, the Sea Clan, the Bunas, and the Elemental Clan.

It was a bloody slaughter, and the only choice for the living was to give in or die.

He held a silver thunderbolt in his hand, and his eyes diffracted the boundless power of the white pool. Anything that appeared in his field of vision or in his field of vision would dissolve into energy and nothingness in an instant. The blue three-pointed star, the dark four-pointed star, and the golden five-pointed star lit up behind the void, illuminating the entire Illusory Continent.

"Surrender or die. ”

He shouted loudly, and the thunder rolled in the nine days, and the mountains and rivers trembled. The sun and moon lost their brilliance, the sky lost its color, and all the voices above the earth were silenced.

Raise the unyielding head, the next moment it will turn into a mist of blood, straighten the back, the next moment the muscles and bones will explode into powder, and the next moment the feet will bend and kneel, and the next moment the flames will overflow from the mouth and burn everything. Where you can see and what you can't see, the heroic spirits of the Illusory Lands of the Realms use death to compose dignity. It is better to let the soul burn than to let it bow its head. Phantom land, there are no succumbers!

"Thou shalt resist with unyieldingness, and I will answer with destruction. ”

The voice rang out, and the flesh and blood split in an instant, and the soul turned into white fireworks, burning into nothingness. The entire Realms of the Illusory Lands wailed.

Countless fearless figures flew from the ground to the sky like an upside-down rain, bursting into nothingness under his gaze. The three-pointed stars collided, the four-pointed stars fought, and the light of the five-pointed stars scattered, and the sky shattered and the earth collapsed.

Pieces of world, strings of planes, and sub-systems of grids are collapsing all the time, annihilating every minute and every second. The trillions of living beings, the endless totemic beliefs, and the hundreds of millions of beautiful rivers and mountains are all moving from "being" to "nothing" under the rhythm of these void stars.

How many geniuses of the heavens have dedicated their lives before creating a piece of their own world; how many powerful people who control a plane and dominate countless worlds give up the opportunity to survive and burn into nothingness in their vision; and how many ordinary people with lofty ideals who just want to finish their lives in the world use their weak bodies to fight against the powerful forces that destroy the world and destroy the world.

This is the death of the illusory land of all worlds for a century, and this pain lasts for hundreds of billions of years. How many persistent beliefs, how many unyielding wills, how many simple happiness and how many grievances and hatreds have all been wiped out in this turbulent catastrophe. Even the eternal and immortal god—the stars in the void, the darling in the arms of the Phantom Mother—have been completely extinguished, and have gone to the "no realm" of "life". Not to mention those blood-stained heavenly realms and countless sub-god-level supreme heavenly powerhouses who buried their bones in the firmament.

This name, a name that will not be forgotten by all beings in the Phantom Land for generations, a name called the "Last Century", it is called - Universe!

Break through the core of the core space and use his endless divine power to build a bridge of the core space. He led his legions of gods and crushed thousands of worlds. The sword of thunder in his hand destroyed countless indomitables, and the light of the white pool in his eyes burned countless proud souls. How many void stars, known as eternity, are shattered under his hands and go to the realm of life. When he appeared, the living beings did not choose to bend their knees but only perish, and no one ever saw his eyes.

A legend was born at this time.

No one knew his name, no one knew where he came from, no one knew him. He is like a point in the blank, a point of light on the horizon, appearing out of thin air, without appearing abrupt at all.

"Take your gods, 'go back,' and I'll leave your world alive. ”

No one knows how he bypassed the countless ruins of space, bypassed the devastating attacks in the sky and the gods of the universe, and stood in front of the universe.

At that moment, it seemed that time stopped, space froze, and everything became static. When the eyes of the universe touched his clear pupils, the eyes that possessed the boundless power of the white pool were actually extinguished, and the thunder in his hands was actually dispersed in an instant.

"Since I'm here, I'm not going back!"

"How about a bet?" the stars stopped moving, and there was only their voice between heaven and earth. It seems to be vast and boundless, and it seems to whisper in the ear.

"Condition. ”

"If you win against me, I will only send you and your gods 'back' and keep your world, and even if you lose, I will leave your core space alive. ”

"I don't understand where you got your confidence! What are you going to bet on?"

The heavens and stars trembled, and he slowly raised his left hand, "Bet on whether you can go through a round under my hands." ”

The dust was settled, the broken sky was restored to tranquility, and the eternal stars of the Illusory Land Realm, the Supreme Heavenly Heaven, and countless powerful mortals all bowed down and surrendered. The stars of the last century turned into countless points of light, penetrating into the realms of the phantom land, repairing the ravaged realms of the phantom land, and the endless phantom land clans once again thrived in this beautiful and magical core space.

The explosion of a core space is indescribably devastating. All the laws of order collapsed and annihilated in an instant, and a whole boundless core space, all energy, matter, and space also fell into nothingness in an instant, and there was no time to speak of.

In the midst of the four emptiness, a consciousness that didn't know if it was a voice or not, sounded, "I once said, leave your world a glimmer of life." But future generations should remember that arrogance and greed are the original sin, and there is no shortage of conquerors in the Phantom Land, but often their corpses rot earlier than their names. In order to warn future generations, this space ruin is called cosmic space, depriving all god-making powers, and living beings cannot leave a world. ”

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Time passes forever, and no one knows how many reincarnations the universe has passed. Civilizations and living beings have risen and fallen several times, and space has entered the era of mankind. A new story will begin here.