The person who came was none other than Yin Chuan, the nine-colored god monarch who was sitting in the northern star field and was inviolable. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Nine colors smiled and looked at Wanjuan Immortal Venerable.

"Is your agreement still valid?"

"This is natural. Wanjuan Immortal Venerable nodded solemnly. "In the future, the Buddha plans to return to the Golden Lotus, if there is any sending, the younger generation must go all out!"

There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Nine colors squinted.

"There are still six thousand years left, and I am ready to return to the Golden Lotus with the help of the calamity. Fulfill the battle with the Celestial Dragon King. During this time, you need to come to protect the Dharma. ”

"Juniors obey!"

Wanjuan Immortal Venerable said respectfully.

"When the time comes, I will appropriately let go of the changes when you return to qualitative change, whether you succeed or not, it depends on yourself. ”

"Yes!"

Wanjuan Immortal Venerable was immediately overjoyed.

"What you need to guard against, one is that the Primordial Freedom Ning An Heavenly Demon is also about to appear, he came into being with me, and he came to destroy my Dao Foundation.

Second, the Heavenly Demon Army Lord and the Dao Ancestors will not let me succeed easily, although they are temporarily blocked in the depths of the abyss and entangled with each other, they can still interfere from a distance through projection. When the time comes, it's up to you to help. "Nine-color positive color road.

"The Buddha can rest assured, the younger generation has been preparing for this for countless years, and it will be foolproof!"

"Then I'm relieved. So, see you in the northern star field after that. ”

Nine Colors nodded in satisfaction, turned around and turned into platinum again, and flew away in the blink of an eye, quickly disappearing.

Only Ten Thousand Scrolls Immortal Venerable was left with a happy face.

The tenth abyss, the river of aging.

The gray earth is full of dry cracks. Streams of white calamity were like fountains, gushing out continuously, corroding the terrifying density of the earth and rivers.

Fang Prison was draped in a long black robe, and the end of the robe was dragged out for three meters, like a cloak.

He stood by the River of Aging, flanked by a skeleton man also clad in black robes.

The skeleton man was really just a skeleton, there was no flesh and blood on his body, Bai Sensen's skull was covered under the hood of the black robe, and his eyes were dark and deep, like a bottomless abyss.

"Lord, the Nine-Colored Divine Monarch is starting to move. The skeleton man said in a low voice.

Fang Prison turned his back to him, watching the river of aging flow slowly, and did not speak.

The skeleton man gripped the white bone claw, making a crunching sound.

"Nine colors and the Tianyin Dragon King battled, and the agreed time will soon come. The Dao Ancestors each calculated to keep their lineage alive in order to rule and dominate the next new era.

The Heavenly Demon Army Masters instinctively destroyed all the things that could be destroyed in accordance with the will of the Great Universe. to facilitate the calamity to sweep and devour. ”

He paused.

"So, what about us, what is our purpose?"

The breeze blew, pulling the black hair that hung on the side of Fang Prison's face and kept rising.

He was silent for a moment before turning slowly.

"What is the purpose of life?"

"It's fear. The skeleton man thought for a moment and replied. "Survive because of the fear of death. ”

"Yes..... "The essence of life is emptiness, so no matter how much you get, no matter how long you live, after finally satisfying everything, all you get is emptiness." ”

And when this emptiness grows more and more, and grows stronger with time, then even the fear of death will inevitably be weakened. ”

"Lord...."The Skeleton Man hesitated, what he wanted to know was that now that they had escaped the Shadow Realm and occupied the Ninth Abyss, they had managed to survive the Great Tribulation.

So what is the next purpose?

Not everyone has the ambition to dare to impact Dao Ancestor.

More beings, having consumed their initial momentum, will settle for the status quo and hope to find stability.

No one has endless ambitions.

Fang Prison saw what he was thinking.

smiled.

"I absorbed and devoured the origin of the Dao Ancestor, and used the golden cicada to get out of the shell, let the external force kill the doppelganger, and deceived the Dao Ancestor, so that I was able to turn from light to darkness.

Only now did I understand what I was born for. ”

The Skeleton Man didn't understand what he meant.

Fang Jian said with a smile.

"You just need to know, 'My enlightenment opportunities are all in the nine colors'. ”

"Nine-Colored Divine Monarch...."

The skeleton man was thoughtful.

"Now, Nine Colors, I, Tianyin, are the protagonists of the catastrophe, and we and the other three, who will finally decide the winner will be the real root of ending this catastrophe. Fang Jian explained. "The death of all things, and the inconspicuous Dao ancestors, is the best stage built for us by the will of the great universe. ”

A few months after the catastrophe struck.

Countless Holy Land Realm Lords have perished, and many of the Divine Sacrifice Lands have resisted the first wave of surprise attacks, but they have not been able to withstand the continuous wear and tear of the follow-up.

The land of sacrifice to the gods was devoured and digested by the calamity, and became a part of it.

Most of the land and sea in the human realm were swallowed up by the catastrophic qi, and most of the area disappeared. And it's still disappearing.

Countless living beings and races have all died.

Whether it is a person, an animal, a vegetation, a stone, an earth, an air, there is nothing that cannot be swallowed and assimilated.

A large number of places of worship for the gods have disappeared, and the remnants of the holy land, like sparks, only a few can barely support it, but they have begun to look for various means of communication and move closer to the large gathering place.

The remnants of the Buddha Domain have moved closer to the Northern Star Domain, forming the largest Northern Maze Realm.

After that, there is the Netherworld Underworld, where the Sunset God Monarch is in charge. Ranked second largest area.

The third is a secret realm supported by the monks of the Four Seas Immortal Mountain and the Illusory Sea Polar Region, united with the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan, to resist the catastrophe.

It is said that he also found two great sage seedlings with ten points of immortal light, relying on them to collect resources, and they are barely maintained, which is called the water and fire maze. But there are also legends that the real reliance of this secret realm is the Tianyin Dragon King.

These three are the three largest surviving settlements today.

The rest are mostly lingering, and sooner or later they will be consumed by the catastrophe.

Netherworld.

Lin Xin held the red light cluster in his hand, closed his eyes and carefully felt the special laws and changes in its operation.

After a long time, he slowly let go of the Dao Ancestor Origin, and looked at this treasure with complicated eyes.

"It's too complicated..... With my current thinking ability, I can't keep up with the qualitative changes at all. ”

In an instant, hundreds of billions of planets, large or small, underwent qualitative changes, and this was the process of the evolution of the Dao Ancestor's Origin to achieve the Silver Heart.

Countless planets condensed and collapsed towards the center, gathered together, and under the action of an extremely strong gravitational force, condensed into a real core, which was the silver heart.

In this process, Lin Xin can only grasp the general qualitative change process of a few planets at most. The rest is completely more than enough.

The origin of the Dao Ancestors is like a replayer, which records the process of the Dao Ancestors when they condense their silver hearts.

But just watching and comprehending this process, Lin Xin couldn't even watch the beginning.

He now finally understood why the seekers had gone into insane retreats for countless years.

"Then, why was Fang Prison able to absorb the Dao Ancestor Origin so quickly?" he frowned.

"Is it just devouring?"

Although this is possible, it is too violent to destroy the heavens, and it is like taking a book that records important knowledge and burning a fire to keep warm, which is simply a waste.

Lin Xin faintly had an intuition that the rapid absorption of this ancestral origin should be related to the secluded mansion controlled by the shadow realm.

Youfu has gone through too many catastrophes, and there are many ancient beings who have escaped into it to escape the catastrophe.

I am afraid that the mere robbery will not be effective at all.

"Maybe I should go to the secluded mansion as soon as possible and see if I can find the answer. ”

Dao Ancestor Origin can't be quickly comprehended, so it takes a month to grind slowly, and there are still hundreds of billions of planets that need to be grasped qualitatively, not to mention the second stage, the third stage, what should I do when the time comes?

"There has to be a special way. ”

Lin Xin thought more and more that there was this possibility. Since Fang Prison is not dead, it is very likely that he is still in the Shadow Realm, and it is even possible that he has entered the Hidden Mansion.

In addition, after so many years, I haven't heard from the Red Leaf Sword Master, so this trip may also be the time to go and check the situation. Although the strength is not necessarily enough, it can be tested.

Do what you think.

His figure flashed, and he left the heart core directly and appeared in the secret room of the Netherworld.

Walking out of the secret room quickly, Shen Nian informed Lin Yi and Lin Wai, who were managing affairs.

Soon, outside the secret room, in mid-air, two rays of light flew quickly, landed in front of Lin Xin, and turned into a snow monster and a star demon.

They are Lin Yi and Lin Wai, the two great stewards of the Netherworld.

"Master!"

The two respectfully saluted Lin Xin.

"I have something to go out, and the resources of the Netherworld are still enough, right?"

Lin Xin asked casually.

Lin Yi replied quickly.

"Sufficient, reserved resources, as long as they are not abused and wasted, are enough for the current population monks to consume for tens of thousands of years. We use the self-circulation ecosystem to produce self-circulation, self-sufficient production of food materials, etc.

The only thing that is consumed is actually the simulation of the sun, and the loss of a large amount of material elements. ”

"Because we have to resist the calamity of the moment, there is no cosmic material in the outside world to supplement the land consumption, so it is already the limit to be able to maintain this level. Lin Wai also explained.

Lin Xin nodded with satisfaction.

"I may not be able to come back for a while when I go out this time, if anything happens, you can find Shizun and Jiuqu Immortal Weng, as well as Huanyu Tianzun to decide. ”

"My subordinates understand!"

Lin Yi said in unison.

"Well, so be it. ”

He was very relieved of these two chief managers, after all, they were powerful Dao soldiers who had evolved by themselves, and their loyalty did not need to be questioned.

On the energy side, it is also supplied with the heart of the molten core that he has evolved. The water source is a large amount of seawater and fresh water that has been introduced for a long time, forming large and small lakes respectively.

After carefully explaining some things, Lin Xin put his mind at ease, his figure flashed, and he suddenly disappeared in place.

In front of the secret room, Lin Yi and Lin Wai stood in the palace, and they were also relieved.

"The power of the Lord is getting stronger. I don't even dare look him in the face now. ”

Lin Yi sighed.

His body of a snow monster, which is more than three meters tall, is bent into a rickety arc due to the salute, which makes people feel strenuous at first sight. (To be continued.) )