The starry sky returned to tranquility, but there was a kind of tense moment full of tension, the half-saint eclipse was gone, the eclipse nest was still there, those unborn sage eclipse could come to the world at any time, although there were many surviving half-saint powerhouses, but compared to any sage, the half-saint was like an ant, like Ning Fei who could kill the sage eclipse, it was almost impossible to reproduce. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Even if Ning Fei borrowed the spire, no one dared to deny Ning Fei's strength, it was a battle between the ants and the dragon, no matter what the ants used, it was not an exaggeration.

Ning Fei killed the Sage Eclipse, saved the Holy Heavenly Opportunity that could become a Sage, and also protected many monks in the entire starry sky, in order to praise his merits and thank him for his deeds, one after another magnificent palaces appeared everywhere in the starry sky.

In every palace stood a huge statue of Ning Fei, rich in golden light, incomparably brilliant, it was not made of ordinary materials, but many monks gathered with the power of faith, it was the condensation of their faith and Ning Fei's remaining power in the starry sky.

With the passage of time, each day these statues will become more condensed and stronger, and people's thoughts and gratitude for him will not decline because of the passage of time, but will become more and more intense.

These statues have no vitality, but they always have special vitality, as long as they look at it, it is as if they have seen the former Ning Fei, for some reason, even if they know that Ning Fei's true spirit has gone to the death realm, but no one thinks that he is really dead.

The monks all had a feeling that Ning Fei would come back one day, and as the aura of the statues in the palaces everywhere became stronger and stronger, this feeling became stronger and stronger.

A half-saint monk once estimated that Ning Fei was only the Emperor Seventh Heaven when he left, but he was afraid that after returning, he was likely to make an unimaginable leap, after all, he had fused the Sage Dao into his body and fought with the Sage, even if he himself did nothing, the Dao that belonged to the Sage would deeply affect him.

It's just a matter of dying, but if you come back to life like a miracle, you will have a great harvest.

A mysterious place in the Witch Palace, which was laid down by the Witch Ancestor himself, has simple stone houses, even the sages cannot find it between heaven and earth, and it is the best secret place hidden in the eclipse.

The essence of the younger generation of the Wu clan is gathered here, and it is to stay in the future to fight against the Sage Eclipse.

"Can he really come back?" Ying Li smiled a little frightened, with a deep uneasiness in her eyes, since Ning Fei left, she had already expected that Ning Fei would be difficult to live, and could only go to the death realm with true spirits.

In the place of death of all living beings, few people can escape the true spirit, and there are only two people who have succeeded since ancient times, one is a sacrificial god, and the other is a saint of the Wu clan, and their resurrection requires extremely harsh conditions.

Ning Fei didn't seem to have any of these, thinking that she was going to lose them forever, she and Wu Lingling were extremely sad, sad and desperate, and had thought more than once that they would return to the void in the future tribulation, but the appearance of Yu Chun made them hopeful.

Yu Chun is a former saint, and there are even more mysterious people who have been pointing out from the side, his words have to be convincing, not to mention that the current Yu Chun has already stepped into the ranks of semi-saints, and the Tianjiao who entered the Nine Heavens one step earlier than him are still just wandering outside the threshold, and they can't take a crucial step at all.

"Naturally, Ning Fei's matter has not been done yet, he must come back, he is not a monk in the ordinary sense, and the life and death of this heaven and earth are not much different to him. "Yu Chun has become a tall and burly young man, and even if the aura of a half-saint is hidden and profound, it makes people admire him from time to time.

"Does this statue have any connection with Ning Fei?" Wu Ling looked at the huge statue in the secret land, from the first time Yu Chun set up the statue to the present, the aura of the statue is increasing every moment, as long as he looks at the statue, the past with Ning Fei will flash in front of him one by one, which is pleasing and heart-wrenching.

"This statue is not a simple commemoration, but has a deeper use, and when its aura reaches the peak, it is the moment when Ning Fei returns. Yu Chun looked back at the two girls and smiled gently, which was very different from him before, "Is it really a hundred years before the little guy can be born?" ”

The two girls smiled happily and stroked their round abdomen, the little life in it was the greatest comfort in their hearts, if it weren't for that, the moment Ning Fei died, that is, when they died.

There were fluctuations in the depths of the starry sky, it was an oppressive tribulation, but all the monks were overjoyed, it was a calamity belonging to the half-saint, and another half-saint among the monks was about to be born.

Every time there is an extra half-saint, there will be more hope for the birth of a saint, from the extinction of the half-saint eclipse to the present, this is another monk who has become a half-saint after Yuchun.

Although the road ahead was still full of darkness, the monks finally saw the light of hope that had not been extinguished.

Time passed quickly, and sometimes there was a terrifying majesty emanating from the Eclipse Nest, but none of the Sage Eclipse came out, they seemed to be waiting, and they seemed to be afraid.

People are frightened, but they can only work hard to reserve their strength to meet the sages who may come out of the eclipse nest at any time.

There are many worlds in heaven and earth, and no monk has ever been able to fully discover it, even if they know the existence of the dead world, it is the speculation of the previous sages and their previous experience, and no one can tell them the truth of that world.

Even if it was the resurrected sacrificial god, the Cangdao people and the Guangdao people wanted to understand the death realm more than once, but they were all rejected by the sacrificial gods, as if it was a taboo.

Under the gray sky, a pitch-black land spreads out wildly, and the unrestrained mountains are huge and wide, like a hideous beast crawling on the earth.

Strips, patches, clumps, that is the gray mist dancing between the heavens and the earth, sometimes covering the sky and the sun, sometimes slightly revealing the vast coarse ore of the heavens and the earth.

There is no vegetation here, there is no aura, there is no power between heaven and earth, only madness, chaos, resentment, and fear are in the middle of the heart, and the gray and white things in various forms are the best carriers of this mood.

There are people, beasts, birds, and all kinds of forms that once existed in the world, even if they have disappeared from the world, they can still be found here.

They move like living creatures, but they are aimless, they don't know where the beginning is, and they don't know where the end ends.

The noisy thoughts fluctuate with the surrounding moods, and occasionally some clear thoughts will collapse, but they will soon fall into confusion and confusion, and then look around frantically and resentfully, as if all existence is their never-ending enemy.

A young figure stood out among them, not as gray as the others, but a golden glow in pure white, the only one who was not affected by the mood around him.

There is no madness, no chaos, no resentment, no fear, just an ignorant face, like a child who knows nothing.

Unlike other beings, he was so purposeless, as if something was constantly calling to him in a distant place, and he kept moving towards that place.

I don't know how far he's been or how long he's been going, and he doesn't seem to have any idea of time and distance, just blindly following his instincts.

The resentment around them suddenly reached a certain extreme, and I don't know how many beings were roaring, aimlessly attacking any existence around them, one after another was smashed into shattered gray and white filaments, but it quickly recovered.

Smashing, gathering, attacking again, and then smashing again, the process is repeated and spreads outward.

The young existence was also affected, and I don't know how many beings shot at him, the strange figures and expressions that can only be seen in nightmares, and even those voices were full of fear and shock.

But the young being is not afraid at all, and he doesn't know what is terrible, those rushing figures, just a little contact with him, will collapse inch by inch, and reappear in the distance.

Again and again, they failed to attack, and they did not flinch in the slightest, as if they did not know that this matter had been done many times before, and each time it was useless.

The young existence didn't know how to dodge, but he just walked forward in a daze, and the existence of rushing back and forth would not affect his footsteps at all.

I don't know how long it took for resentment to finally begin to wane, replaced by fear, one being after another shuddered and curled up, and the slightest sound would make them look terrified.

Collective resentment and fear, and then collective madness and chaos, like reincarnation, are constantly staged.

The young being began to wonder why.

As he continued to move forward, the beings he encountered along the way also became much deeper, and gradually there were some existences that could remain awake for a short time.

"When is the end, the old man is dead, why do you have to suffer such endless torture, how many years, it is difficult to count clearly, whether it is tens of millions or billions, or billions ......"

The young being looked at the existence with some puzzlement, it was an old human form, struggling between sobriety and confusion, and there was no clear light flashing in his eyes.

"Why do you ...... Unlike us...... What is the year......" The old man stared at the young existence, and before he finished speaking, he fell into complete chaos, and the brief clarity disappeared.

"Different, what's different, who are you, who am I?, yes, who am I?" the young being whispered, still moving in the direction of instinct.

From the time he started walking to now, I don't know how many years have passed, and he has never thought about who he is.

"Who am I, where do I come from, and where am I going?" he muttered, looking out into the distant land, where he always felt that he would find the answer.

"The old man has been here for a trillion years, the newcomer, what is the world of the monks?" a middle-aged man came to him with a frown, sensing the difference in his young existence.

"What is the monk world, and what is a trillion years?" the young existence asked rhetorically.

The middle-aged man shook his head and wanted to say something, but he was filled with a crazy mood, and the whole person suddenly went crazy, crying and screaming into the distance.

The young being looked dazed and kept going, nothing could stop him, as if instinctively, the place he was going to have to go, there was something he had to do.

I don't know how far he has gone, how many majestic and huge mountains he has crossed, and in front of him appeared a mountain that he had never seen so huge, and on the back of the mountain, there was a clear light that washed away the gray mist, and all the beings close to this place are gradually returning to their former true selves, the more powerful the existence, the faster the recovery.

Many Beings have noticed the arrival of the Young Being, and they look thoughtfully in the direction in which the Young Being came, which is often shrouded in gray and black mist, and there is no Being who can come out of it.

"Young man, who are you and why do you feel the smell of familiarity in you? These beings couldn't help but frown deeply as they looked at the young beings who were different from others, especially the golden light that emanated from his body.

Although they don't know how many years they have been, their memories are still very clear, and they all understand that the existence of coming to this place is gray, and it is impossible for anyone to be like the young existence in front of them.

Whether it's white or gold, everything is so pure and shocking, it seems that it shouldn't have appeared, but it did.