The hurricane was whirling and terrible—there was no sound, no flying dust, and the whole world was dark.

But that doesn't mean it won't happen.

The ruined planet is disappearing at a rate visible to the naked eye, and in a few thousand years at most, it will be reduced to ashes in the void.

On the contrary, this sturdy post station may last for tens of thousands of years, because it is made of a special material mixed with 35% solar essence gold.

The temperature in the room was almost constant at minus one hundred and seventy-eight degrees, and this was because the Great River Artificial Mo Yi released a third-level law shield, and the force field formed was just enough to cover it.

It's just that, according to the unwritten rules of the Ruin Wanderers, the next release will be the turn of the second person, and so on.

Mu Shao'an sat on the ground, rubbed his hands, and took out a wine bottle made of Sun Essence Gold, with a capacity of about one liter.

The stopper of the bottle was a piece of cork, and when he pulled it open, he took out a small cloth bag, and when he opened it, there was a pile of shimmering ice crystals.

Mu Shaoan first picked out two ice crystals and put them in the wine bottle, but after hesitating, he took out another one and put it in, and then, he put the cork back on, shook it vigorously, stopped after half a minute, and then pulled out the cork, and in an instant, a wisp of rich wine fragrance floated out like a spiral, and the eyes of the four people of Gongmo Yi lit up.

That's right, the taste is visible.

Then Mu Shao'an raised the wine bottle and took a big sip, and in an instant, his sallow face turned red as if it was on fire, and even stretched his originally thin body more than twice.

Immediately, he threw the wine bottle to Gongmo Yi, this guy couldn't wait, poured a big mouthful, and then immediately passed the wine bottle to the key, then to Qingtai, Shigu, and finally to Mu Shao'an, so far, the wine bottle is already empty.

"Good wine! Good means, it's been a long time since I've absorbed the power of the law of such purity, we gods, it's really shabby!" The volcano man Qingtai said with a crying and laughing emotion, the sip of wine he drank just now contained 0.1 units of the Demon Law, and before the cataclysm, let alone let a high-level god regard it as a treasure, it was an S-level small point, and it was estimated that it was not rare.

Killing an S-level demon is almost a 0.1 unit demon rule, but now, after the four high-level gods drank Mu Shao'an's four sips of wine, they had to praise this friend for being really righteous and arrogant, and he was simply envious and jealous.

"Yes, life is too bad! I don't know how long such a hard life will last?" "Shi Gu, a member of the Yulun tribe, seems to be drunk, in fact, it is impossible to get drunk, but as they don't know when they can drink again, how can they be willing to give up such a precious trace of drunkenness?

"That's right, although we are high-level gods, these days are more difficult than the refugees in the refugee camp, and I would rather use my identity as a high-level god now to change the daily life of an otaku fat man, at least I can sleep well. The Heavenly Dome Clan also smiled bitterly, it was not that they were pessimistic, but that the reality was so pessimistic, in order to save every resource and law in their bodies, they all chose the lowest consumption mode, that is, the mortal mode.

In this way, you must sleep, you must eat, but this kind of pain will become more and more intense, but they still have to do this, this is to exchange pain for strength, in exchange for safety, in exchange for longevity, otherwise, once you suddenly encounter a virus raider, you don't have enough law power as a consumption to release the ultimate, it will really die.

Not to mention, every once in a while they have to chase after the Plane of Grief, like humble scavengers, to gather those scattered powers of the law in order to sustain this miserable, endlessly endless life.

"Don't complain, Mu Shao'an has already taken out his resources, so according to the rules of the ruins wanderer, he doesn't need to release the law energy shield until this space storm blows. ”

At this time, the great river artificial Mo Yi spoke, unlike other people who are like ghosts after the apocalypse, in the huge desert of the Ten Thousand Worlds Starry Sky, because there are too few survivors, and the living environment is so bad, coupled with the threat of virus raiders, every survivor, no matter what identity they once had, whether they are good or evil, will follow the most basic wanderer rules at this time.

"Mu Shao'an, if you don't mind, then you can catch up with us on the sad plane in front, this sad plane we can probably catch up for another cataclysmic month or so, and then it will be completely out of our catch-up range, at this time we need to go to the trajectory of another chaotic creation, spend about fifteen cataclysmic months there, and then we can come back and continue to chase this sad plane, if its trajectory remains unchanged, after all, it has been moving in a long circle along this trajectory in the past few cataclysmic years。 ”

At this time, Gong Moyi asked hopefully, rushing from the trajectory of one natural disaster to the trajectory of another natural disaster is like a migratory bird to them.

And the process of migration is basically the most dangerous time, not only because it is difficult to replenish the power of the law, but also because those virus raiders often like to set traps in the process of this migration to round up.

Therefore, one more person in the process of migration can give one more strength.

Mu Shaoan groaned, in the past hundred thousand years, he has witnessed a lot and encountered a lot, but he has no ability to change the ending of the virus destroying the starry sky of the Ten Thousand Worlds, which is doomed from the beginning of the major civilizations to be scattered, and it is also doomed by the virus's billions of years of planning.

They can use the lie of divine warfare to deceive all civilizations, and they can lurk traitors to the upper echelons of major civilizations, and then for millions of years, tens of millions of years.

What else is there to say about this?

What's more, at that time, he had already summoned all the war banners and war horns to the plane firewall of the Taishan civilization, and he alone could defeat the three laws of the virus?

What's more, people don't have more than these three laws of the gods.

Then he could only chase the sad plane for more than 100,000 years, but he still couldn't catch up.

During this period, he encountered many surviving civilized resistance forces, who were entrenched in a corner of a certain plane, desperately resisting, but the end was always cruel, and the virus would be directly crushed with hundreds or thousands of times the force.

No one but the gods could escape.

And with the destruction of most of the planes of the Ten Thousand Worlds Starry Sky, most of the laws were taken away, and the remaining law power became less and less, and finally even the dimensional universe could not exist, at this time, there were basically no rebels, because the survivors must first ensure that they could survive.

More than 100,000 years, dozens of vicissitudes.

Without enough power of the law, civilization simply cannot be formed, and revenge is even more hopeless.

The Taishan civilization is a peach blossom source, but it is only a peach blossom source, like a small oasis on the boundless desert, hopeless.

But Mu Shao'an's heart was not numb, he was still obsessed with his war, and he had not forgotten that he was an anti-drug hunter.

He was looking for a way out, and outside the territory was his way out.

He wants to figure out, where the hell did the virus come from?

Where did the virus move that incomparably huge legal resources?

However, he never caught up with the sad plane, which made him very helpless.

Or, let's chase it on a different plane of sadness?

"Do you know how many planes of sorrow have emerged after the cataclysm?"

Mu Shaoan finally asked, before the cataclysm, these natural disasters such as the sad plane were hidden by more dimensional universes, and they couldn't be found at all.

But now that the plane universes in the ABCDEF regions in the starry sky of the Ten Thousand Worlds have almost been destroyed, the opportunity for the sad plane to be exposed is immediately as conspicuous as the fireflies at night.

"There are a lot of them, but we don't know the specifics, but if Mu Shao'an wants to know more detailed information, it's best to go to the No. 9 area of the wasteland ring, where there are more surviving gods, and there is also a law god in charge, they must know more news, of course, this is more than three thousand years ago, we migrated all the way, it is not easy." ”

Gong Mo Yi said at this time.

"The Law Celestial?"

Mu Shao'an's gaze moved slightly, in this cataclysm, the Law Heavenly God was undoubtedly more suitable than the ordinary high-level Heavenly God.

First of all, the law power reserved by the law gods themselves is relatively several times more.

Secondly, in the past 100,000 years of catastrophe, in fact, not only the virus is plundering, but all the survivor gods are also plundering, including Mu Shaoan himself, otherwise he will simply sit on the mountain, so the law gods are more powerful because they are more powerful.

Thirdly, the Law Celestials have the ability to attack the Virus Marauder Legion alone, which can also obtain a lot of laws. In fact, in the past 100,000 years, all the virus raiders encountered by Mu Shaoan have been killed by him without saying a word, so he is not too lacking in the power of the law.

"So, how long do you need to migrate now before you can return to Area 9 of the Wasteland Ring?" asked Mu Shao'an again.

"If the power of the law is sufficient, that is, there must be at least three hundred, no, five hundred units of the second-level law, we can arrive in three months, which is the fastest speed, but if we rely on migrating all the way, then after deducting all kinds of unexpected circumstances, it will take three hundred years at the earliest. ”

Gong Mo Yi didn't think much about it, but said casually, after all, at this time, there are too few survivors who can take out five hundred units of the second-level law at once without affecting themselves.