Dark clouds rolled in the sky, thunder and lightning, like a god of death about to break free, and roared mockingly at the weak creatures of the earth.

Suddenly, a pillar of light blue light broke through the clouds and fell to the earth.

Suddenly, the grass and trees of the forest were bent and broken, the clear water in the lake was hit into the sky, and the whole earth seemed to be suddenly hit by a powerful force, and they all sank.

Meanwhile.

Dongzhou, a majestic middle-aged man in a yellow robe, calmly took off his crown, leaving a testament and drifting away.

Xizhou, an old woman with a wrinkled face, laughs heartily at the grave of her long-dead husband.

Nanzhou, a woman with a stunning appearance, silently put away a piece of cheap topaz, and left the courtyard where she had been alone for a hundred years for the first time.

Beizhou, a middle-aged man with a weathered face, glanced at the barren earth and a pair of hopeful eyes, and for the first time showed a trace of regret on his resolute face.

In Zhongzhou, an old farmer with gray hair put down the farm tools in his hand and sighed.

Five people, with five white lines, came to this nameless forest for the first time and unexpectedly.

The wind here has stopped, the lake has stopped rolling, and even the invincible blue pillar of light has stagnated.

The old farmer looked at the expressionless four people around him and said, "We're still late." ”

The middle-aged man in the imperial robe said regretfully: "There are still a thousand years left, as long as I have another thousand years"

The middle-aged man with a weathered face sneered and interrupted, "It's a pity that no one in Dongzhou can replace you, isn't it?"

The yellow-robed man's eyes froze, facing this enemy who had been fighting with him for nearly half of his life, and mocked: "Aren't you the same?"

The two looked at each other for a long time, and Gu Wei sighed and fell silent.

The old woman smiled and broke the silence and said, "No matter what you think, I am relieved anyway." ”

The stunning woman was silent the whole time, looking at the dark clouds rolling in the sky, and she was the first to start the seal.

It seems that they have been practicing for a long time, and the other four people are also wearing the same complicated handprints without any sluggishness.

"Open!"

As the five of them drank in unison, a small dot emitting a dazzling light appeared in front of all five of them, and their bodies began to slowly disappear and decompose after the light spot appeared.

When the five figures disappeared, the five points of light seemed to have gained a new life and became smart. They swayed but steadfast, like warriors without hesitation. Slowly approaching and clinging to the blue pillar of light, it began to slowly rotate, and then its speed became faster and faster, and finally only a circle of light could be seen on the blue pillar of light.

Suddenly, the aperture began to move upward, and the blue pillar of light seemed to be swallowed, disappearing as the aperture moved upward.

The aperture came to the sky, and the dark clouds and thunderbolts that covered the sky poured into the aperture one after another, and the aperture was like a bottomless pit that was unswervingly advancing, higher and higher, farther and farther away, and finally disappeared into the clear blue sky, and I didn't know where to go.

I don't know how long later, a young man in a Taoist robe slowly came to the field, and with great difficulty, he took out a tall dark red stone tablet from the storage ring and threw it towards the center of the lake.

Boom, the only remaining water in the lake was scattered, leaving only a huge pit and a stone monument.

The young man in the Taoist robe stared at the stone tablet and bowed respectfully to it, then turned to leave.

The eighth spell of Dayan Sen Luo Yin was completed, and the caster:

Farmer Hou Wancheng, Emperor Wu Zhao Tiexin, Desolate King Liu Zhe, Allure Heavenly Maiden Zhou Xixin, Xizhou Laojun Jiang Peilin

The special Xuan Ming monument respects it, looks forward to future generations, does not forget, cherish, and work hard.

If you can look down from the sky, you will definitely see seven more of the same stone monuments, and they are not far away

On the other side of the distant starry sky, the Void.

On an open-air altar, a handsome young man was sitting at this time.

Around the altar were kneeling densely packed black-robed figures at the moment, perhaps they had been kneeling for too long, and many of them had been covered with a thick layer of dust.

Suddenly, the young man's body shook, his face turned pale, and then he opened a pair of cloudy eyes. Looking at the pious people under the altar, a trace of sadness flashed in the vicissitudes of life, and he said with a little numbness: "Failed." ”

Hearing this, there was a whimper under the dead altar.

They know what it means to fail, and this is the eighth time, but they still can't stop grieving. Because failure not only meant that it was hopeless to enter the Tiangang Realm again in the next 10,000 years, but also meant that their ancestor would be held back by that damn seal for nearly 10,000 years. They have been waiting for 80,000 years, and no one will want to wait another 10,000 years.

The aura of the Void Realm is getting thinner and thinner, and there are fewer and fewer strong people, and no one can guarantee that after 10,000 years, the cultivation civilization of the Void Realm will not be wiped out.

So they don't want to wait, and they can't wait.

However, reality cannot be changed, and this may be the life of the people of the Void Realm.

The young man looked at the people in the audience and said, "Perhaps, we should think of something else." ”

A black-robed old man said boldly: "What does the ancestor mean to create another heavenly position?"

The young man nodded, which was regarded as an acknowledgement, and said again: "Gathering the power of the void realm and recreating the heavens, we really don't have much time." ”

The mood of the people under the altar eased slightly, but the dozens of old men closest to the altar frowned and sighed, it is not easy to recreate the heavens

In the Zhongzhou Hui Courtyard of the Tiangang Realm, a hunchbacked old man in a gray cloth robe stood on the cliff, looking at the sunset that was about to fall into the horizon in the distance. Behind him was a middle-aged man in rags, stubble, and covered in blood, and he was panting for breath at the moment.

The hunchbacked old man said, "You shouldn't come. ”

Dahan said lightly: "But I'm here." ”

The hunchbacked old man sighed and said, "The external worries have weighed down this realm so that there is no respite, and you have to cause greater internal troubles, so how can you be at ease?"

The big man laughed wildly and said: "Time and space are reversed, the underworld is nine times, the heavens and the earth are shattered, and the rivers are broken. Flying stars outside the sky, all beings in the world, life and death, a thought. The number of the underworld has reached nine, you and my ancestors bleed, where is the flying star? However, life and death exist in one thought, in my opinion, all living beings are the foundation, and the fire of war will temper the most fierce warriors who are not afraid of death, and can also create unprecedented strength. ”

The hunchbacked old man was still facing the sunset, but his eyes were closed, as if he was silent in agreement, and like he couldn't bear the impending disaster.

Dahan also looked at the remnant sun and said, "Time is still coming to an end, let the creatures of this realm decide their life and death." If you don't live again in the flames of war, you might as well perish yourself. As he spoke, his figure flickered and disappeared into the cliff.

The hunchbacked old man turned around, looked at the earth behind him, and sighed helplessly