The aftermath of the curse god has been influencing all of that.

His coming, like the throne of God pouring out all beings, a cloud-like conceptual substance, which could not produce the slightest direct thought of disobedience, divine grace was like the abyss, and his ancient body seemed to be engraved with dense dark spells, and each of those charms recorded the first Tao and the most desperate eternal power.

Don't look straight up, curse God.

In this rainy night, the world was vast and cold, as if empty, and the girl's hair and dress had been soaked by the rain, her little face was white, and her black hair was like a rich and unmelted ink, she was so lonely and pitiful, and she was left alone in the whole world, sitting alone in the heavy rain, and above her head was a powerful spell god that was more terrible than the sky, enough to tear everything apart.

"Despicable mortal, this god really doesn't know where your martial intent path can go in the end? Can you give me a glimpse of the uneasiness of the future, maybe you will be soaked in the blood of the gods? How is this possible? Damn it. The curse god was furious, and every word burst with coldness, like a sword piercing the heart.

In an instant, the curse god stretched out his iron-black dark blue giant claws, and each spell was burning with silver-white power, which was a force of destruction, trembling, and incomparable.

It seems that it can easily tear the girl apart.

However, Ning Ying was not afraid.

She raised her head, and her eyes became clear and moving, it was clean after being washed by the rain, and there was a fragile feeling like a mountain deer, but after that, it was a surging immortal body and mind, an indescribable firm will.

Two lines of tears hung on his face.

She shouted angrily: "Back then, the king of war walked out of a road for my clan, a lot of hardships, how not easy, now, he is dead, he still has an unfinished road, my clan was killed by the will of a god like you, all the way back, you buried all hopes, you played with my clan between applause, it is too hateful." You can crush our flesh and soul, but our spirit will never perish, and even if you are an ancient god, you will not be able to do that. ”

Ning Ying smiled so miserably and pitifully, but she was obsessed.

She is not afraid of God.

She wants to bury a powerful ancient god with a humble body!

That blue-black, extremely evil ancient giant palm tore apart all the barriers, however, a barrier from the original martial intent protected Ning Ying, making her immortal and immortal in an instant.

The source of that martial intent is not that of one person.

Rather, it comes from many strange, ancient, and elusive intangible things, which seem to be the blessings and blessings of countless people!

The battle of countless human race cultivators, in order to break the curse power of the gods on their bodies, countless martial intents overlapped each other, as if yesterday, the golden arrogance soared at that moment, this was too violent, too unshakable.

This is from the most ancient early years, a powerful Martial Ancestor's Dharma Heaven and Earth, as powerful as him, finally descended here, the Martial Ancestor is like the will of the gods, terrifying and boundless, that kind of terrifying power even makes this space tremble and despair, boundless, infinite sinking.

The power of the Martial Ancestor is extraordinary.

He was dressed in white, his body was majestic and radiant, as if there was an extremely bright surging sun behind him, the great sun was shining on the eternal, and the original immortal will was moving in his eyes.

This is the authority of the Martial Ancestor, and it is the realm of lawlessness.

Martial Ancestor's body seemed to be taller than that mountain, he looked at the powerful ancient god in front of him, as if he felt that this kind of godhead was not worth mentioning at all, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and his eyes flowed with endless anger, which was the rage and trembling of being cruelly deceived for countless years.

"Wrong, my descendants have been cut off, and the ancient path of endless martial arts that I founded has been destroyed, who gave you the guts? Curse God, you have deceitfully ruined the path of an ancestor in the early years of eternity, this is so hateful! ”

All of them carried a huge, unyielding, arrogant martial intent.

That was the Ancestor Chuyao Era, the will of a powerful Martial Ancestor!

It is even more eternal than the starry sky.

Wu Zu was deceived.

The path of martial arts that he had set up had been completely divided among the godhead holders, and all of that was gone.

And the girl in the rain was gently held up by a ball of light-like will of existence, so that the power of the curse god could not affect her at all, her face was as delicate as a doll, and she was also like a living jade beauty.

She is Ning Ying.

The Nanyu Ning family, the cursed clan, is the last person in charge of the family that has been surviving all along.

She watched the mad battle between God and Martial Ancestor!

It was as if the heavens were about to be torn apart.

It was a battle between the gods and the true martial arts, the endless rain was torn apart, the space was broken into pieces one after another, and the powerful, inflowable power of the true gods made mortals tremble, which seemed to represent the unyielding will of absolute death.

Thundered!

At this moment, a divine power was irreversibly defeated, Wu Zu's arm was completely torn apart, and a bright yellow flame and light flowed down in an instant, and the bright girl who was shrouded, at this moment, without protection, seemed to be about to die tragically under the divine power of God's madness, this was indeed an unstoppable passing.

Ning Ying's pupils dilated inch by inch, and there was pure light and shadow circulating in it, she seemed to see her past, the sorrow of childhood, all the clansmen and relatives were imprisoned in an inch of land, and they couldn't get out at all, it was the curse of the divine power of the curse god, and everyone was burdened with heavy sin, as if the will of God could not be violated.

After suddenly learning about the pure anti-heaven war king, layers of unyielding flames and ambitions suddenly rose in her heart, and she also felt that this was not the life she wanted, rather than being so withdrawn and cruel, it was better to stand up and face despair and darkness.

No matter how powerful the curse god is, no matter how desperate it is, he can't be unshakable and immortal!

And that was her childhood and past that she couldn't remember.

Those experiences that were completely forgotten.

Scene by scene, moment by moment, are recalled on the opposite side of light and shadow!

Everyone is a passerby.

Once she saw a powerful immortal swordsman, that swordsman had white hair, white hair in the world, the sword guts turned to ashes, he was dusty for a goal, his temples were like frost, the fierce wind, and in the end he also died, I can't help but regret it.

Am I going to die?

Her eyes seemed to be covered with a hazy mist, she gradually forgot everything, she felt that she was going to end, what a pity, the end of the story, why is it always the gods who do not die?

This chaotic battle of the gods seems to represent the end and shallow shadow of a glorious era in an instant.

She was not reconciled.

She clenched her will a little.

I want to kill the gods!

"Don't die, Ning Ying, do you remember the oath you once promised me? You must give me what I say, yes, the oath we once made under the sun, those inseparable feelings. A familiar voice gently drifted in her ears, slowly, continuously, as if lingering.

It was a man's voice, like a leader in the endless starry sky.

He came a long way.

By chance, Ning Ying followed him and became one of his protectors, and this not very old protector gave her many irreparable oaths and truths in her life.

It made her understand a lot.

He was her benefactor.

Li Tu's figure suddenly appeared from an ethereal blister, and at that moment, it became very sacred, he stabilized his torn body in the divine battle, his smile was very bitter and tormented, as if he had experienced too much cruelty.

Those torn beauty, have you ever missed it?

"Come with me, come with me, Ning Ying, don't die." He said forcefully and with great difficulty, his eyes burning and sincere, revealing a snowflake of sadness and sorrow, as if gone, forgotten, too much, too much.

"I'm not going to let go."

"I may have missed again and again because of too many regrets and mistakes, and this time, I really don't want to let go anymore, let's do well." Li Tu's face slowly disappeared, and a touch of extremely fragile struggle and hatred slowly emerged.

He forcibly fought in the gods and pulled away the lonely Ning Ying.

The real world.

A candle flame in the inn swayed gently in the cold wind, and a little candlelight was like a bean.

A young man with a pale face was lying on the bed, and a girl with bright eyes looked at him anxiously.

"It's okay, don't worry about me, I can't die." He smiled and was stunned.

"Is that true divine power? The powerful and boundless curse god, an ancient man who has lived for an unknown number of thousands of years, is at war with the original Martial Ancestor, which is also too terrifying. Li Tu was still too frightened, although he attacked and broke the boundary, dragging the girl Ning Ying away from that chaotic and unknowable land, he was still very scared in retrospect.

It was a battle at the level of a true Old God.

The master of the abyss who has lived for endless years.

Even if it is Li Tu's mortal enemies, the first god is just a slightly larger ant when he comes here.

He was able to pull Ning Ying back, which was a blessing in misfortune.

Ning Ying bit her lip and looked at the layers of rain outside the window, there was no storm there, but in a conceptualized unknowable place, the curse god was fighting with the Martial Ancestor, which was the last hope left by the ancient clan, which could allow the Martial Ancestor to intercept the final arrival of the curse god.

At this time, she hesitated: "I am the last hope of the family, this time it is a fluke, there is no next time, Li Gongzi, I must kill the curse god and break that unbearable fate, I really need your help, time is running out." ”

Li Tu said, "Okay. ”

Teenagers and teenage girls,

At this moment, a consensus is reached!