The empty nebulae are colorful, some like bubbles, some like butterflies, some like beehives...

The interstellar gas clouds that disintegrated due to the mysterious power pulled out ghostly nebulae in the cold and deep universe, some like faces, some like human figures...

The scattered star clusters are rotating "slowly" with one light-year spiral arm after another.

If you look closely...

However, very special "stars" can be found in some star clusters, and those stars seem to be at the core of the star cluster, but most of them are dim, like a special tombstone, which exists in the starry sky of the universe without knowing who erected it.

If there is such a transcendent observer, he will find that every such star is completely different from the star next to it.

Because, these stars seem to hide one separate world after another...

In human parlance, it's the robbery of the land.

Ancient billions, how many catastrophes have come to this world.

In addition to the eternal Black Tide, there have been many alternatives to the Fire Tribulation, the Mountain and River Tribulation, and even the Karmic Tribulation.

And these cemeteries are the sources of those that have been.

I don't know how many real peerless people, amazing talents, and blessed people have also melted these sources of calamity, but after all, they still ended up integrating into the Black Tide.

The old tombstone is dead,

But a new world is being born,

From the eyes of mortals, it is one "seed" after another, "clusters", constantly absorbing more materials around them, and then gradually developing into a new, dust-covered small world under a mysterious power.

The mystery of the universe is so vast that those who have never entered it are just sitting in a well and watching the sky.

The limit of people's imagination, the ultimate of self-cultivation, is nothing more than a peep in the tube.

And in this endless world, the pitch-black supreme black tide is still swimming in the trajectory of thousands of light years away from the world, but its left eye has disappeared.

Where the left eye disappeared, the opening to the world did not disappear...

This is the opening of the real bondage.

It's just that ordinary resentful spirits can't enter such an opening, and can only wait for the next person who is aware of the existence of this opening to climb in again.

The strange thing for the resentful spirits is that there wasn't an ancient master who climbed in before?

Where did it go?

Why is the channel still there?

It stands to reason that once fused, the channel would disappear.

So didn't the ancient lord fuse?

The supreme demon dragon with a dazzling gaze "slowly" meandered, and the endless resentful spirits opened their mouths to let out a silent and poisonous wail in the universe where they could not transmit sound.

...

...

Whoop!!

The aura of resentment emanated from the established trajectory, but only a little bit of it, and then it was dissipated by the trajectory between expansion and contraction.

The mysterious and mysterious breath, the unwavering mind, is slowly dissolving the terrifying resentment in that breath.

The flow of the breath slowed down, and it heard the sound of its heart.

Every sound is like thousands of Buddhas, chanting sutras sincerely, not to send it to the unknown land of the dead, not to make it put down the butcher's knife, but only to appease its resentment, and then regain the power to choose.

That trajectory...

It's Xia Ji's blood vessels.

That breath...

It was the ancient lord who was now flowing in his veins, or half-sealed.

The boss of the next robbery, came ahead of schedule in this robbery, and it was half-sealed in the veins of a human being, and no one dared to believe it when he said it.

In the wind and snow, Xia Ji was silver-haired, walking alone on this deserted land, and walking in the downtown like a mortal, he asked the time, knowing that more than three hundred years had passed, which meant that Miaomiao's longevity was running out, and he wanted to go back.

However, he moved, and as if he felt something, he stepped to the other side.

But after walking a few steps, I found that the wind and snow were really heavy, so I ran to a vendor who bought an umbrella, pointed to a black umbrella and asked, "How much?"

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Northern.

The last refuge of the Yanzhou monks.

After more than half a year of fierce battles, it has come to an end.

Now, in the reckless snow-capped mountains, the shroud of the cage has dimmed.

This is a sign that the formation is becoming weak in the attack of the Kuroshio.

And if the Black Tide is allowed to continue to attack, even if he has such a Xuan Array, it is doomed to be useless.

Therefore, the monks who are hiding in it cannot hide all the time, and it is also necessary to go out to fight.

Soldier against soldier.

will be against the general.

King to king.

At this time, the clouds were thick, the snow was falling, and one of the demon shadows and a majestic figure flickered and flickered, attacking each other, and between the fierce back and forth, from time to time thunderous sounds came from the sky.

Rumble!

cloud breaking,

The demon shadow was blasted out, but he saw that it was a giant with black smoke all around him and blood-red eyes.

Flying out at the same time as the giant was a man as strong as a mountain, holding a snake spear in his left hand and a huge shield in his right hand.

The man's thick eyebrows and big eyes, his expression was resolute, although he was covered in blood during the confrontation just now, he didn't notice it, he couldn't retreat, because he was the Xuanwu Venerable of the shelter here.

Fight for the people, for the last pure land of this continent!

He was framed by the Resentful Spiritual Monk, but he couldn't kill him, and he was trapped in a dungeon labyrinth that saw the light of day for more than 200 years, and it was the two hundred years of imprisonment that made his will more and more sharpened, and his strength went to a higher level, and finally broke out of the cage, which can be regarded as a blessing in disguise.

At this time, Han Zhu was like a violent demon tiger, just as soon as he appeared, he turned into a black light and pounced wildly, like a tiger roaring between the stars, burning with a black aura of resentment all over his body, and he didn't use weapons, his hands were weapons.

Between the stomping and stampling, it is like using the earth as a drum surface, beating wildly.

In the blink of an eye, Han Qi had already arrived in front of the Xuanwu Venerable, raising his hand to cover the cage, like a magic mountain crushing down.

Xuanwu Venerable's expression did not move, and the giant shield like a turtle shell in his left hand suddenly lifted.

Rumble!!

The shield mountains collided, and the aftermath of the extremely dense energy exploded like a tide.

Just like that, if he was replaced by an ordinary monk, his body and Dharma body would be completely shattered.

But the Xuanwu Venerable was unshakable, he endured the aftermath of that huge energy, and the muscles of his whole body were like being hammered, and he completely ignored it, and the inky snake spear in his right hand turned into lightning and stabbed out.

This thorn seems to be silent.

But Han Zhu didn't dare to take it hard at all, but raised the futon's big slap, and the slap was so solid that it suddenly turned into a black shield.

Bite!

There was a soft thud.

Han Zhu was hit and retreated a few steps.

As he retreated, the shield in Xuanwu Venerable's left hand suddenly loosened, and the shield turned into a turtle shell that swirled around him, but it didn't hinder any of his movements at all.

His original right-hand grip on the spear became a two-handed grip, and as soon as he stepped into the void, he shook the spear body as he pulled out a hundred zhang of air flow in his body.

The spear instantly split out a lot of spear flowers, but this spear flower was not a mortal spear flower at all, but turned into a black snake covered in a black membrane...

Almost all of these black snakes have become entities, all of them have life, and in his spear-shaking effort, they swoop out like a hunt.

Hundreds of snakes pierce the air, giant shields whirl and dance, and between offense and defense, they are all top-level supernatural powers.

In the face of this attack, Han Zhu did not retreat, but bullied forward, allowing those guns to poke out black holes in his body...

However, he completely ignored such attacks, and instead of feeling the pain in his body, he threw another punch in the air.

Complaining about the master, immortal and immortal, let alone this shot?

Han Ji was waiting for the opponent to make a full shot, and he was fighting back.

However, Xuanwu Venerable had already prepared, after he stabbed this spear, he didn't even look at the result, but grabbed the giant shield with his left hand, and placed it horizontally in front of him, facing the fist shadow that instantly hit his face.

Rumble!!

The energy ripples spread wildly, and the surrounding air could not bear it, and they shattered one after another, turning into endless thunder in the winter snow.

The bones of the Xuanwu Venerable were pressed to make a slight "click" sound, but they suddenly pushed up, bounced the slapsticks away, and then pounced on each other.

The battle between the two was extremely violent, you came and went, but the Xuanwu Venerable couldn't bear the fight after all, so he could only retreat into the Xuan Array.

As soon as he retreated, so did the rest of the monks who had gone with him.

The black tide surged towards the Xuan Array again, launching attacks, and the light mask withstood these attacks, and the ripples of the Dao appeared, overlapping each other, and for a while they couldn't even see the scenery outside clearly.

Venerable Xuanwu stood on the snow-covered mountain top paper, looked up at the dim Xuanwu Array, closed his eyes and was speechless.

The rest of the people were silent.

There are a lot of monks here, but there is no longer a distinction between the right path and the evil path or the loose path.

What is here is just comrades-in-arms who fought side by side.

One of the demon cultivators sighed: "If we can work together, we can defend it, although the sword demon is still there, it will definitely be able to cooperate with the Xuanwu Venerable for better defense." ”

Bai Xiaoye bit her lip, and there was an uncomfortable look hidden in her eyes, "If my brother is still here..."

Yes.

If the human monks had not dispersed in the beginning, they might not have had a chance of survival.

But now, only one day is a day.

Anyone can see that this mysterious array is about to break.

And the Xuanwu Venerable was able to lead everyone to support him for more than half a year, which was already extremely strong.

Winter Nights...

Wind and snow.

Kuroshio stopped attacking, after all, except for the resentful master, everyone else was already a monk, not immortal.

Clusters of bonfires rose and scorched, illuminating the tip of the iceberg of this majestic mountain range.

The defending monks were on their knees and held up the great array at the top of the mountain peaks.

The monks in the valley had different looks,

During these days, their Dao hearts had been shaken, and some of them had even begun to wonder if they should embark on this path of cultivation.

In such a state of mind, many people actually choose to use alcohol to kill their sorrows and get drunk.

"Defeated..."

"This time it's a big loss..."

"Why is this happening?"

Doubts, weeping, rang out in the middle of the night.

However, what is the use?

Midnight.

Rustle...

Snowflakes are blown by the wind.

Outside the Xuan Array, outside the Black Tide, outside the Resentful Spirit Monks,

A silver-haired man was approaching, and when he felt the intensity of the wind and snow, he actually held up a black umbrella.

He had bought the black umbrella in a nearby mortal town.

He is like a lost traveler, and inadvertently, he strayed into the biggest battlefield in Yanzhou today.