Xia Ji felt as if he was in a state of long sleep at this time, but he was extremely awake.

He didn't have the slightest intention to care about anything else.

Every thought, every cell of his body was fighting against the Kuroshio.

This kind of confrontation, each place taken out individually, can be said to be endless for ten days and ten nights, but at this time there are many such "alone".

At this time, he was sitting in the basin of the sea of wine.

I'm trying to control a thought to count.

He counted silently so as not to forget the passage of time.

As long as time passes, he is still himself.

However, in this confrontation, there is no concept of time at all, maybe there is, but this concept of time is a cosmic concept of time.

How long does it take for a star to form in the universe, and how long does it take to die?

Comparing the stars to human beings, human beings are born and died for only a hundred years, and these hundred years are the count of human beings, but the hundred years of stars are not known to be hundreds of millions of times more than human beings.

In this infinite thought, he sometimes thinks about it by chance...

How good it would be if everything in this world was hierarchical.

The Heavenly Dao is level 100, the ancestor may be level 50, and the normal monks are all about level 20, and then if you keep fighting monsters and eating experience, you can be promoted to level 100...

It would be great if there were infinite races in the universe in this world, through which races kept fighting, and then progressed, and then became stronger.

Can... Not really.

In such a universe, human beings are alone, there is no alien invasion, there are no alien neighbors.

If there are still many great powers in this world, just like the human world, if you are strong and have a high status, you will naturally be able to see them, and you will naturally be involved in a higher-level confrontation, and then there will always be opponents who can make you progress, so that you can improve to the level where you can destroy the "Heavenly Dao".

How nice that would be.

Can... Not really.

If the road from a mortal to the "Heavenly Dao" is a thousand meters long, then no matter how hard a person tries, even if he reaches the Hedao, he will only walk a distance of one meter.

If in this world, if you practice a practice, you can destroy the world and save the world, how good it would be.

It's like... Some of the films I watched on the planet before the time travel, no matter how terrible the disaster was, in the end, the crisis of the "end of the world" could be solved by "finding something".

He thinks that the real world is also like this, he only needs to find "such a thing" to be able to save himself, his relatives, and everything.

Either that, they have cultivated the exercises, broken through to the "Heavenly Dao level", and then fought with the "Heavenly Dao", just like two martial artists fighting.

If there really is such an exercise, then it will be good.

If only it were that simple.

Human beings never believe that they are not the protagonists, and it seems that if "they are not the protagonists", then they don't need to work hard, they can give up on themselves, complain about others, say a few words such as "what's the use of working hard", "only fools work hard", or say stupid things with wild words and smugness, but this is just a manifestation of weakness and incompetence.

Human beings will always leave themselves with a little hope in their minds, but this hope is so small that it is not worth mentioning to the universe.

A life that is not even dust, how can a giant be stared sideways?

There is a Dharma for all things, but this Dharma is not born for human beings, but it is not born for any existence in the universe.

Just as the flow of human blood, the beating of the heart, and the functions of the internal organs do not exist for the sake of the smallest particles of the particles in the nucleus of a cell.

The universe is cold and dark, in which human beings are never the protagonists, and no matter how hard they try, they cannot transcend.

The more Xia Ji confronted, the more he understood this.

He knew better than anyone else what he was doing, and what he wanted to do was impossible to do, unless he closed his eyes and entered the dream of his own fabrication, deceiving himself, then he could jump out of this cold, dark and cruel reality.

He couldn't be clearer about his own insignificance, and he couldn't be clearer than even the Taishang and the Amitabha Buddha that the nine ancestors said in their mouths couldn't be smaller.

What is the difference between a smaller ant and a larger ant?

No matter how determined a monk or a sage is, after being shocked by this kind of thought, especially when all this is not a lie, I am afraid that the Dao Heart will be like "that little anthill on the dam of a thousand miles", and another thought will be completely defeated.

One thought can destroy everything.

Even if it does not perish, there is no light in the future.

Human beings are bustling, monks are fighting and fighting, and everything they do, even if they reach the level of the Convergence Dao, will always be in the five-fingered cage of the "Heavenly Dao".

This cage is what human beings think they are, and in fact, "Heavenly Dao" has never thought about this at all.

Yes, human beings are like they can't accept that they are not the protagonists, they can't accept that what they do is actually meaningless, and they will also look for a thousand or ten thousand reasons to refute it, and even close their eyes and don't look at it, plug their ears and don't listen, as if as long as they can't see the truth, the truth won't exist, otherwise they will give up on themselves, complain about others, and lose themselves.

Xia Ji couldn't be clearer.

However, even so.

He still has to fight.

It is still necessary to tirelessly continue the confrontation.

To rebel against the "heaven" of "those who obey the sky, drunk and dream of death".

Against the sky, it is only because the fire of humanity burning in the bottom of my heart has not been extinguished.

If the fire is not extinguished, what does it have to do with whether it can burn out this dark world?

The young man came from the earth star, crossed time and space, stepped into the imperial capital of Dashang with one foot, spent more than ten years, studied hard for three years, guarded the lonely city alone, and fought against the enemy from all directions...

He went higher and higher, step by step, step by step.

Looking back, I suddenly found that I was too far away from those who were traveling with me.

When I looked up again, I found that there was no road at all not far ahead.

The dark void, the dangerous and mysterious universe, the end of the road.

There will be no other road.

...

The Black Tide is like a supreme dragon, moving between the infinite stars.

Every human face may be the sages that human beings have struggled, worked hard, and fought for.

Every Ancient Lord, the Lord of the Desolation, the Lord of the Catastrophe, and even the Lord of the Void are the consciousness of the human sages who have fused with each other after their madness.

Even so, the Kuroshio still followed the established rules, and under the traction of a mysterious force, it slowly came towards the world around the established trajectory.

Then, the Kuroshio will take away a new batch of "power" from the world and strengthen its own "flesh and blood", just as the human body has completed an ordinary "metabolism".

Then, it will twist its long body measured in light years, and head further into the universe.

Wait 12,000 years, and then get a little closer to the world again.

Wait for 288,000 years, and then get closer.

Repeatedly, until eternity.

...

The heavenly wind suddenly rose, and all kinds of cosmic winds from the galaxy descended on the moon and stars, and these winds carried extreme aura.

The heavenly wind tore apart the monks on the moon and stars who had "had an opportunity".

At the same time, the aura carried by these cosmic winds condensed into substance, turning into "aura meteors" and smashing on the light and dark sides of the moon, forming strange craters and craters.

The wind swept up the aura on the moon and stars.

Just as a ladder to the moon and stars rose in the world at the beginning, now the moon surface has also changed.

It's like a gaseous ball with a "gap", and one side of the ball suddenly begins to erupt with a lot of "ejections", and these "ejections" are all aura.

The aura formed huge clouds farther away from the moon star.

These clouds soon began to "cool" and then coalesced.

Gradually, the aura clouds formed one dense aura space after another.

This space gradually stabilized, and the magical aura and the rules of the universe actually gave this space a form.

Looking up from the moon and stars, you can see that there are mountains and rivers of spiritual energy, and there are floating spiritual energy islands, the beauty of the scene, so vast that the monks in the monk world can't help but be amazed.

Su Tian knows...

This is the Celestial Realm.

Although the Heavenly Immortal Tribulation has not yet arrived, the Wind Tribulation has already arrived.

The wind tribulation lasted for five hundred years, and if you survive the wind tribulation, you will become a heavenly immortal.

At that time, the Heavenly Immortal Realm will also be stabilized, which is a realm even higher than the Monk Realm.

She turned her head sideways to look at Xia Ji, but she couldn't see it anymore.

No one knows what happened to Xia Ji now, with him as the center, it was all Kuroshio.

It is full of the corpses, bones, and spiritual remnants of human sages and sages.

It's just that they've fallen into complete chaos and madness ...

...

These chaos and madness finally completely crushed Xia Ji's body.

Xia Ji's body has completely integrated into the Kuroshio.

It's just that the little golden baby is still there.

The black blood vessels crisscrossed the baby's body, and the fiery red heart was beating endlessly.

He pointed to the sky with his right hand and the earth with his left.

The stars are changing, everything is changing, the mountains are turning into plains, the sea is turning into mulberry fields, but he remains the same.

Gradually, the golden color began to grow larger... Getting bigger...

Until he turned into a young man sitting next to the moon and stars in the void, his hands folded, and his mouth seemed to be chanting.

If you look at it from a higher perspective...

I don't see the world, I don't see the moon, I don't see the fairy world.

It seems that only this young man with a golden light is left in the universe, and the black tide demon dragon in the distance, whose body is light years long.

The boy sat alone in the center of this ruined world, on the edge of the universe on the verge of destruction, all the divine thoughts were fighting one by one, and his mind had turned into an instinct.

In the past, there was a hell that was not empty, and he swore not to become a Buddha.

Today, the boy is here, and his soul is restless, so he will not wake up.

One person, hundreds of millions of years of sage power.

Every word is from the grand wish of this unprecedented and unprecedented.

The heart is like the sun, and the blood flows black tide.

The endless heat of the universe, the endless black tide blending with him, this scene has made people lose their shock, and even worship has been forgotten.

...

Su Tian looked up.

Xiao Su looked up.

Su Yueqing looked up.

Among the seventy-two disciples who were still alive, they looked up.

The Terrans looked up, and the demons also looked up.

This life after another looks up at the wonders.

Many memories began to explode and began to shock.

Maybe it's time for cause and effect to come to an end here, or maybe it's just the beginning.

Yes.

It's just getting started.

...

Xia Ji's consciousness at this time was already ethereal, and he saw a wisp of rule in the sky in a trance, that is, he raised his hand to grasp it, and the rule turned into a seal, but it instantly dissolved and attached to the surface of his body.

In a trance, he saw a rolling torrent mixed with many spiritual treasures, coming from the depths of the galaxy, like a brilliant nine-colored divine belt around him, he raised his hand a little, and those divine belts floated around him.

He tilted his head and looked at the Kuroshio that was getting closer and closer in the incomparably distant place, and his heart was extremely peaceful.

He had become accustomed to the confrontation in every part of his body, and so many confrontations had formed his body.

...

And a long time passed.

Suddenly he realized that he had risen out of this void.

He stepped into the depths of the starry sky.

In the depths of the starry sky, there was also a misty shadow walking towards him.

The shadow is full of mysteries that no one can peep at all, as if a glance at it will make the brain explode directly because of too much information.

The shadow looked at Xia Ji.

In an understandable voice, he said: "You came from the other side, you became my way, this time is not in agreement, when will you stay?"

Xia Ji looked at this shadow quietly, he didn't hesitate, because all his beliefs were already firm.

He said slowly: "The sun in the world is my heart, the black tide demon dragon is my blood, life and death once in five hundred years, and unforgettable once in five hundred years......"

The shadow waited.

Xia Ji continued: "Fellow Daoist, I have made a vow and inherited the great cause and effect, this wish is not on your side, how can you let me be with you today?!"

"Daoyou?"

The shadow seemed to let out a mockery that had no mood swings.

He raised his hand, and the power of the mystical turned into a fist that could be used as a fist.

This power is difficult to describe in any words.

Xia Ji closed his eyes and silently took the punch.

Boom!!!

His whole body collapsed in an instant.

The golden body instantly turned into nothingness.

However...

His heart was still beating, his blood was still flowing.

...

The Kuroshio, which was already approaching, suddenly broke free from the power to "maintain its movement on a predetermined trajectory", and the "Sea of Resentful Spirits", which was measured in an area of light years, rolled towards Xia Ji.

In the void, a will, countless wills converge into a will: we are you, you are us, since you fight with the Heavenly Dao, then we will help you and become you.

Vaguely, there seemed to be infinite figures, infinite sages, running on this dark land in the sound of broken drums, holding high the battle flag, and going forward one after another.

However, the mountains of corpses became a sea and the blood flowed like a river, until finally, the last lonely figure walked to this land.

He took the battle flag and stood in front of his opponent.

And the resentful spirits of the heavens suddenly boiled over, and went crazy towards him, making him surpass his original limitations, his original constraints, and in an instant he had become an existence that was no longer an ant.

The golden body, which had collapsed and was empty, was condensed again.

Xia Ji looked at the mysterious black shadow in front of him, and said, "My heart is bright, why should I be in harmony?"

The sound fell.

A terrifying to the extreme, indescribable, indescribable power, turned into a fist and blasted towards the black shadow.

This may be the first time since the beginning of the world that a person has thrown a fist in the true sense of the heavens.

...

PS : It's gone today, in addition, don't worry, if it's a traditional fantasy, it's likely to be over here, but Xiaoshui wants to say, it's really not over.... There's a lot more to come.