At the end of the vast universe, a hideous crack is like a demon's mouth, and like a hellish abyss, exuding a devouring terrifying aura, and the sad and terrifying fluctuations pierce through the endless crack, making people feel awe.

Countless to bizarre, quaint lines spread around the cracks, intertwined and intertwined, forming a huge formation, sealing and merging the edges of the cracks, and countless dazzling lights flashed from above.

Seals were placed on the abyssal rifts, each stronger than the other, blocking the hissing sound coming from within the rift, and the sound of violent impact continued to come out of the space on the other side of the rift, and the violent fluctuations made those seals rattle.

However, whenever the sound of the impact in the crack became clear, the seals around the crack would release a brilliant light, accompanied by the sound of clear recitation, and the powerful immortal aura once again suppressed the breath inside the crack.

A figure would appear on each seal, although vague, but the aura was extremely powerful, and the surrounding void was forced to stagnate, and powerful fluctuations emanated from the bodies of those figures.

If you look closely, you can see that the place where these figures are standing has been made into a mysterious formation, each of them stepping on the big formation, and the people are then combined into a larger formation, layer after layer, closely connected.

And in the center of the figure, a huge and incomparably large array slowly rotated, and the array emitted a golden light, from which you could faintly see the blowing horns, the beating of war drums, the ignition of war, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and the twilight of the gods.

One by one, the majestic gods burned their own divine positions and turned into the power of golden seals, and their fearless smiles and sad expressions were reflected in the shining golden light.

The sound on the other side of the crack continued, the light on the crack was still burning, and the seals suppressed the waves in the crack again and again, but no one knew when it would end.

In front of the huge crack, two figures suddenly appeared, they were very ordinary, without a trace of the aura of the strong, but no one would think that the one who could stand peacefully in the cosmic space would be a weak person, an ordinary person.

These were the two old men, they looked at the seals that were constantly lighting up in front of them with solemn expressions, listening to the huge roar inside, each sound made their expressions shock, and their faces became more and more ugly.

"Do you feel it? The fluctuations are getting bigger and bigger, that breath, it's them, it's been 300,000 years, are they coming again?" said one of the white-haired old men heavily, his eyes full of resentment and war.

Another black-haired old man clenched his fists 'creak', staring at the huge winding crack in front of him, and said hatefully: "It's not wrong, the two universes have collided again, their attack is coming again, the war is about to be ignited again, I really want to have a happy battle." ”

When the white-haired old man heard the black-haired old man's words, he was also full of fighting spirit, but then he seemed to think of something, his breath withered, and he said in a deep voice: "Second brother, we can't make a move, don't forget that we are just a 'Sealing Spirit', and we can't make a move at all." ”

Yes, these two old men have no life, they are just the 'Sealing Spirit' created by the God King and the gods, used to suppress this crack in front of them, although they are powerful, they can't make a move.

"Three times, we have watched the creatures of the Divine Universe be destroyed three times, big brother, when I listen to the passionate war drums, and look at those monks who are smiling one after another, even if they blow themselves up, I can't stand it, I really can't stand it. ”

The old man in black said bitterly, as if those tragic creatures appeared in front of him, they knew that they couldn't resist, but they still rushed forward, burning their bodies, burning their souls, and generously hugging the enemy to death.

The white-clothed old man sat in the void, his face became sad and angry, "Do you think I want to? The God King predecessors created us not to make us fight, but to let us seal and suppress those enemies of the Immortal Realm, don't forget how much blood and soul of monks are left in our bodies. ”

The two old men sat in the void, their eyes blurred and painful, and their minds fell into deep contemplation:

In ancient times, millions of years ago, the gods clashed for the first time, the gods fought hard under the leadership of the god king, and the monks of the universe of the gods united for the first time.

In that battle, the sky collapsed, the sun and the moon changed color, countless planets were destroyed, countless monks died in the universe, bloody sidelines, and corpses sank into the galaxy.

But at that time, there were only twenty-seven gods, but the immortal lord of the fairy world had thirty-six, and the difference in the number of nearly ten was difficult to resist, which made the creatures of the universe of the gods sad, but they did not retreat, behind them was their homeland, their relatives, once they retreated, the ending was miserable.

They can't expose their loved ones, they can't let their homes be destroyed even more, they have to resist, they have to fight.

In the final battle, the gods, under the leadership of the god king, burned the god position, laid heavy seals, suppressed and eliminated those immortal masters, and coupled with the power of the saints and the emperor, they barely repelled the soldiers from the immortal world.

This battle can be regarded as a victory.

In the Middle Ages, 700,000 years ago, the immortals and gods clashed for the second time, the war was rekindled, the golden iron horse, the war drums were recalled, the horn was played, the same situation, the same ending, the enemy of the fairy world still failed to attack, but the price paid was too great.

The universe of the gods, the soldiers of the hundred races, under the leadership of a monk of the Linglong clan with a nine-trick exquisite physique, fought bloodily, this battle, the heaven and earth screamed, the galaxy reversed, the blood sprinkled the starry sky, and countless corpses blocked the way of the enemies of the fairy world.

Not a single monk retreated, not a single monk rebelled, and the Linglong clan was a soldier of the whole clan, resisting the front line, their blood was spilled in the void, their flesh was shattered, it was the result of self-explosion, that was the proof of their fighting.

Their clan blocked a battle line (the crack was too long, basically divided into more than a dozen battlefields), so that the soldiers of the fairy realm could not pass through at all.

Because of this battle, the entire Linglong clan was killed, and all the clansmen who could go to the battlefield were killed in the battle, and the patriarch and those powerful elders of the Lingling clan were buried in the seal of the gods together with the saints, emperors, and even venerables of all the clans in the hundred clans.

They used their bodies and souls as a guide to summon stronger forces to restore the seal, and once again defeated and suppressed the soldiers of the fairy world.

The tragic victory, the real tragic victory, the entire Linglong clan was almost wiped out, leaving only some remnants of the weak clansmen, and one of the three major domains of the divine universe was completely destroyed and had to be abandoned and relocated.

In ancient times, 300,000 years ago, the flames of war were ignited again, and the immortals and gods clashed for the third time, this time it was even more tragic, and the breath of sorrow is still left in the battlefield.

The catastrophe came, and the ten saints of the human race were born, led by the star saint with a peerless battle body, and once again ordered the troops, the long-lost war drums of the hundred races were sounded again, and the horn of the charge was so heroic, and the iron-blooded battle flag fluttered in front of the eyes of the monks of the hundred tribes.

The Terran Star Holy War Platform ordered troops, with king-level monks as soldiers, emperor-level monks generals, and venerable ones as commanders, reorganized the legions, established an iron-blooded army, and rushed to the battlefield, each of them had a smile on their faces, it was a sad smile.

Knowing that this time they went, there would be death and no life, but these army of king-level monks still went, because they went, they had no regrets!

The armies killed each other, the strongest fought desperately, the emperor kept dying, the saints kept falling, the sky was raining blood, the stars were falling to the ground, and the explosions were constantly rising, shaking the void.

Each of the dead monks had a look of regret in their eyes, they regretted that they couldn't kill more enemies of the fairy realm, and they regretted that they couldn't blow themselves up at the last moment and shatter the thieves who invaded.

But although the creatures of the Divine Universe are not afraid of life and death, the gap is too big, and at the last moment, many saints such as the Star Saint and the Great Emperor, as well as those Venerables, Emperor Rank, King Rank, did the same thing as the predecessors in the last Immortal God War.

It's just that they are more thorough and more decisive, not only the saints and the Great Emperor and Venerable have burned their souls, but even those emperor-level and king-level monks are burning their souls, they not only want to seal the exit again, but also want to smash all the immortal armies that have come in and those who have not come in, and are still in the void passage, they want revenge, blood revenge.

They succeeded, but at too great a cost. The vitality of the divine universe was greatly damaged, especially the human race, and it suffered heavy losses, and the original tens of millions of trillions of human races were left with less than billions, and they were still scattered in all corners of the universe.

The most important thing is that after three battles of immortals and gods, the Heavenly Dao of the Divine Universe has been affected, and damage has occurred, the Heavenly Dao is incomplete, and the Holy has been in vain, resulting in the appearance of no Saint-level supreme person in the Divine Universe in the future, and the Half-Saint is already the extreme.

The two old men's minds kept recalling the various situations of the three wars, they were the "Sealed Spirits", and they could clearly feel the situation of each great war.

Every time they saw those monks smiling and burning their bodies and souls in exchange for stronger power, and then rushed into the bodies of the two of them without hesitation to strengthen their sealing power, every time they saw those monks restraining the people of the immortal realm and then resolutely blowing themselves up, every time they saw the eyes of those monks who followed one after another, looking at death as if they were at home, they were so sad that they couldn't bear to look at them at all.

Isn't the three great wars enough? Isn't the sacrifice of the Endless Monks enough? When will we get out of this situation, and when will the horn of our counterattack sound?

The figures of the two old men slowly became illusory, disappearing in place, and a little light dissipated in the air.

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