The sound was intermittent, as if it came across an endless time and space, like the weak moan of an old man, like the mournful cry of a lonely soul and a wild ghost, like the gods and demons chanting together, and like the most obscure ancient Taoist sound in the world. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qin Cang's scalp tingled when he heard this, his spiritual power was highly concentrated, and the soul power in his body was all mobilized at this moment, enveloping in the direction where the sound came from, but he couldn't detect anything at all, and the voice of this call was still faint and low, and it did not change in the slightest because of the expansion of Qin Cang's soul power.

Seeing that his soul power was ineffective, Qin Cang simply put away his thoughts on investigation, he stood quietly in place, feeling this sound with his heart, like a dead tree that had lost its vitality, and he didn't move.

There began to be white hair on his head, there seemed to be vicissitudes of life in his eyes, the sharp and cold light in his eyes was no more, replaced by an unprecedented maturity and wisdom, white clouds and dogs, impermanence of the world, it seemed that he had seen through, his pupils were like the two brightest stars in the night sky, witnessing prosperity and decline, a little more far-reaching and broad, but also a little more helpless.

Qin Cang didn't know what a huge change had taken place in his body, his mind was already unconsciously attracted by this sound, the flow of time around him gradually became faint in his perception, and his world seemed to be left with only this call across time and space.

The years have not been traced, I don't know how many springs and autumns, Qin Cang's head has more and more gray hairs, but the aura on his body is becoming more and more powerful, and he finally vaguely understood what was conveyed in that call at a certain moment, which seemed to be two words, two words of extraordinary significance.

"Emperor ......" Qin Cang muttered, the white hair on his head grew wildly, like wind and frost, and it was the first word in that call that he read.

"Cang ......" I don't know how long it took for the second word to become clear in his mind, as before, he unconsciously pronounced this word, and the moment his words fell, the aura around him suddenly rioted, and an indescribable terrifying power bloomed from his body.

He finally heard the call that spanned endless time and space.

"Emperor Cang!"

"Emperor Cang!"

"Emperor Cang!"

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This burst of calls became more and more intense, stronger than the sound of drums shaking the sky when thousands of troops and horses were fighting, Qin Cang's heart was shocked, and suddenly he let out a long howl, and the aura around his body became more and more terrifying, that was beyond the question, beyond the enlightenment, and even beyond the terrifying aura of the gods, his body became more and more majestic, almost wanting to break the reincarnation of the heavens and crush the chain of order.

His hair had turned all white, but it was coiled into a bun on its own, and then an imperial crown took shape on top of his head, and his robe also changed dramatically, no longer a white robe, but an imperial robe tattooed with golden dragons.

He just stood there quietly, without making any movements, but there was a majestic aura standing above the green underworld, and the power around him was extremely terrifying, crushing the surrounding space layer by layer.

This is the real Diwei!

"Emperor Cang!" The call continued, Qin Cang's mind roared, and the scene in front of him changed again, just like Su Yuqin who appeared before, it was the so-called future scene.

He saw the future self, standing above the heavens, exuding a desperate terrifying power from top to bottom, all beings prostrate because of him, his imperial power has penetrated into the six reincarnations, the heavens and stars, everywhere he passed, all trembled!

But he is not the absolute ruler over all beings.

In front of him, there is also a figure that can't see clearly but is incomparably majestic, the galaxy is roaring between his arms, and there is an inexhaustible power of heaven and earth between his gestures, and the 108,000 pores of his body have turned into avenue lines, standing at will, it seems to be a mountain, and in his hand, there is a giant axe, which seems to be able to open the world and cut the golden giant axe of Hongmeng!

He is like the controller of the Heavenly Dao, and when his mind moves, he can trigger the Heavenly Punishment!

It was also an emperor, an emperor who oppressed the heavens, and the imperial power he possessed was even stronger than him!

One mountain does not tolerate two tigers, and there are no two lords in a country, and when Qin Cang still didn't understand all this, he saw his future self fighting with that emperor.

This was the most powerful and ferocious battle Qin Cang had ever seen since he was born! Compared to this battle, the disputes between the Dao Realms and even the Enlightenment Realm that he had seen in the past were like children who had not yet been weaned playing with mud, and the exercises and spiritual techniques he had launched with all his might were not even as powerful as the breaths of these two emperors.

Qin Cang's heart was shocked, his eyes had become dull, he saw with his own eyes the terrifying scene of the Great Dao collapsing, the heavens shattering, and hundreds of millions of living beings dying under the hands of these two emperors, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a human purgatory!

Is this really caused by the future self?

He was in a state of confusion, but the battle situation in front of him had already been divided, and his future self was still slightly inferior after all, although he had hit the emperor hard, but he was fighting to the exhaustion, and the body of the Yuan Shen and the Great Dao Law had all collapsed, and he saw that his future self began to become old, his skin was chapped, and his breath was sluggish, and he was weaker than those newborn babies.

He died at the hands of the emperor, and his broken body was sealed in a coffin.

Qin Cang's vision changed again, the emperor was gone, and what he saw was the scene of others giving him a funeral.

He is extremely familiar with the faces of those mourners, including his father, hundreds of clansmen of his Qin family, his master Feng Zuchen, Duanmu Yuanqing and Gongye Liang and others, Liu Sandao and Yu Jingluo are also there, and even Qin Jue Su Yuqin, whom he has just known, are among them. Their aura had also become much stronger, but compared to the imperial power he had before, it was the difference between a grasshopper and a tree.

"No...... No, it's not true, it's not true!" Qin Cang looked up to the sky and roared, like madness.

And Su Yuqin, Feng Zuichen and the others ignored his roar, but continued to walk towards him with tears on their faces, carrying the coffin blankly.

Qin Cang's pupils shrank suddenly, and at this moment, he remembered the strange call in his ears again.

"Emperor Cang...... Emperor Cang......"

His originally powerful aura suddenly declined at this moment, wrinkles began to appear in the corners of his eyes, his hands became as dry as dead wood, the whole person was like a peeling bark, the power in his body poured out, and the three souls and seven spirits began to disperse.

"Fate...... Fate......"

Another call came, but it came from the coffin, Qin Cang was terrified when he heard it, and his old eyes revealed a sense of unwillingness to be in a Jedi.

"I am not reconciled! I do not believe in fate!" There was not much power left in his rapidly aging body for him to drive, and his roar seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

"Emperor Cang...... Fate......"

The call became stronger and stronger, and the coffin carried by Su Yuqin, Feng Zuichen and others was getting closer and closer to him.

"I ...... No...... Letter...... Fate!" Qin Cang's voice became hoarse and weak, but he still slowly spit out these four words from his mouth.

Unfortunately, he still couldn't stop the coffin from approaching him.

Qin Cang's eyes had gradually become desperate, and his withered and thin body was about to be completely scattered like a skeleton.

Click!

But at this moment, something shattered came.

As if igniting the last glimmer of hope, a flash of brilliance appeared in Qin Cang's originally desperate eyes, and he used the last remaining bit of soul power to perceive, and it was this perception that his glimmer of hope was rapidly amplified, because he felt that the sound of shattering was coming from the internal space of the Retrospective Light Mirror.

Click!

The sound of explosions was endless, the space where Qin Cang was was trembled violently, and the criss-crossing cracks on all sides were born, tearing apart the coffin that was immediately close to Qin Cang, and the figures of Feng Zuchen, Su Yuqin and others also began to collapse.

Qin Cang's breath began to recover, and the originally dispersed spiritual power was returning at an astonishing speed, but he no longer had the imperial power at that time, but returned to the level of the middle stage of the Tongxuan Realm, and his face no longer showed an old state, and he returned to his original handsome appearance, his white hair was like being soaked in ink, and it turned black again in an instant.

A smile appeared on Qin Cang's face, this was the real aftermath of the catastrophe.

Swish!

Without the slightest hesitation, he launched the Ghost Shadow Step, released his soul power, and quickly found the point where the Light Tracing Mirror was most damaged, and then turned into a streamer and flew out.

At the same time, Qin Cang also launched the technique of stealing the sky and changing the sun, changing the breath in the middle of the Xuan Realm to the early stage of the Creation Realm, and his appearance also became ordinary, and now he has become a scattered person in that sea area, Qin Yijian.

Boom!

At the next moment when Qin Cang turned into a streamer and flew out, the internal space of the entire Traced Light Crossing Mirror collapsed, and a terrifying self-detonation force swept out, and in an instant, the flames soared into the sky, and the power of destruction was agitated, and even the air was burned together.

Rao is Qin Cang's speed is extremely fast, and he can't help but be affected by the qi wave stirred up by the power of this explosion, the power of the holy weapon explosion is too powerful, and his own cultivation is not in the middle of the Xuan Realm, so it is naturally difficult to be safe and sound under this destructive force, fortunately, he was the first to fly out of the space where the Retrospective Light Crossing Mirror shattered, if he was a step too late, he would definitely be a corpse with no bones left and ashes.

Burst!

Qin Cang was impacted by the power of the explosion, and couldn't help but spill blood from his mouth, his body was like a kite with a broken string being shocked out, and after crossing a parabola in the void, he fell to the ground fiercely, fortunately, his physical strength was strong, and he only broke two ribs, and there were no serious internal injuries.

The holy weapon was destroyed, and the sea of fire was about to spread, but it was resisted by several strong spiritual powers, Qin Cang looked at it, and saw that the old man with extremely white hair came to this secret vault of the Demon Gate at some point, and it must be the elder of the Rakshasa Demon Gate invited by Yu Jingluo and others.

Qin Cang subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and reached out to wipe the cold sweat on his face, although he had saved his life for the rest of his life this time, but the impact of that scene on his mind was too great, and he couldn't get rid of it for a while.

"Emperor Cang...... Fate......"

Qin Cang muttered to himself, uncontrollably shuddering, and he immediately shook his head violently, suggesting that he should stop thinking about this.

At this moment, Liu Sandao, Yu Jingluo and others walked quickly towards him.

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