The sky was scarlet and dark, as if covered with a mist of blood.

The earth was full of holes, as if it had been burned by fire, and everywhere it was scorched black ravines.

Looking around, there was not the slightest breath of life, only the dull fishy wind occasionally rolled up dust and sand, passing under the dark sky.

Zhao Wujiang was in a heavy mood, what happened to the world?

The picture flashed, and he appeared in the second frame.

A beam of light swept from far and near between heaven and earth, the beam was as wide as a mountain range, and where it swept through, there was a roar, and the earth was plowed out of the deep ravine by the beam, burning with black smoke, and the creatures and plants in it were burned to ashes, charred black.

The beam of light swept over Zhao Wujiang, and before he could feel the pain, his body was burned to the ground.

At the last moment, he felt the familiar power in the beam, Di Shun Heavy Pupil!

His figure is condensed in the third picture, and the scene in the picture makes his heart also be pushed to the apex, as if being grabbed by a pair of big hands, torn and kneaded.

Under the dim sky, a little girl with Nezha's head is running, her little face is as delicate as a porcelain doll, crying at the moment, behind her is the dark skylight.

The little girl is none other than Xiao Miaomiao.

Xiao Miaomiao's shoes have been lost, she ran barefoot on the charred land, tears kept slipping, helplessness and despair were written all over her little face:

"Master, Miao Miao is afraid."

But in the great heaven and earth, no one responded.

The pupils behind her burst into flames, Zhao Wujiang was anxious, wanting to catch Miao Miao, and in the next moment, Miao Miao turned into mustard powder in front of his eyes, and the beam of light swept over his body.

This time, he felt the pain, a pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

He yelled bitterly, not believing what he was seeing.

The picture flashed, and Zhao Wujiang's figure was condensed in the fourth picture.

He saw several familiar figures, and he saw himself.

At this moment, he fell to his knees, his head lowered, as if he had lost his breath.

The black clothes are no longer like ink, but more like the paper gray that appears after the yellow paper is burned, and it will shatter at the touch.

Qing'er's originally beautiful and innocent face was full of tears at the moment, constantly stuffing snacks into her mouth, and her crying echoed around:

"Zhao Wujiang, eat, eat, when you're full, you have the strength to stand up, Zhao Wujiang, you eat..."

Behind Qing'er and herself, there are three women's figures.

Wu Meiniang, Wang Yanning, Wang Xi.

Their expressions were very solemn at the moment, and there was despair, unyielding, and reluctance in their eyes.

Among them, Wu Meiniang's lower abdomen bulged, her hair was messy and haggard, tenderly caressing her lower abdomen, and muttering in her mouth, as if whispering.

The next moment, the light of the world between heaven and earth suddenly appeared, swept across the earth, and swept towards Wu Meiniang and them.

But the beam of light did not burn them all, but like a giant hand, it grabbed Wu Meiniang.

There was a loud laugh in the sky:

"This is your glory!"

"Bang!" The next moment, Wu Meiniang directly turned into a blood mist in the sky.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes were split, and he ran forward.

The big hand grabbed another Zhao Wujiang who was kneeling on the ground with his head lowered, Qing'er hugged his leg tightly, and kept pleading in his mouth, and the cry resounded all around.

"Bang!"

Another mist of blood swept down the charred earth.

Seeing Wu Meiniang and himself being crushed by the big hand of the beam, Zhao Wujiang's heart trembled, his eyes were yin and yang, and his eyes were far away, wanting to see the end of the pupil.

But in the next moment, the picture in front of him shattered like confetti, and then re-condensed, and what appeared in front of him was a dark world.

"Zhao Wujiang, I know how to become a true god, but it's too late..."

A familiar voice sounded in Zhao Wujiang's ears, and he looked sideways, it was the chaos of a young man, silver hair flying.

At this moment, Chaos was covered in blood, his silver hair had been dyed red, his breath was sluggish, he fell to the ground on one knee, and spoke to the other Zhao Wujiang who wanted to support him at this moment

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Zhao Wujiang's eyes looked around, and not far away, there was an extremely strong man who was cut off by the waist, and he had lost his breath, it was the deputy leader of the Jianghu Alliance, Lin Tiannan.

Three feet away from Lin Tiannan's side, there was an old man wearing sackcloth and straw sandals, the old man had his back to Zhao Wujiang, and his momentum was monstrous.

In front of the old man is a pitch-black canopy, and there is a figure that melts into the darkness, but he can see two eyes in the dark, like a big mouth that devours people, and in the right eye, is the double pupil of Di Shun.

"Just mortals, but also want to kill gods?"

There was a murmur of voices in the darkness, like the whispering of dead beings.

The old man in Mai didn't answer, but put his fingers together, like a sword, and slammed it towards the darkness ahead.

There was a buzzing sound in all directions, and the air trembled.

"The old man has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, cultivating a sword, and entering the Tao with a sword for thirty-three years, don't say that you are just a false god, even if you are a real god, the old man will behead your god body with a mortal body!"

"Sword Thirty-Three!"

The old man shouted angrily, and the color of the sky and the earth changed.

The picture in front of Zhao Wujiang's eyes was shattered.

His eyes looked around, and he was still on the way to meet Wang Xi and the others at the moment.

"Wow."

A mouthful of searing blood spurted out of his mouth, and his heart was devastated.

"Zhao Wujiang!"

Lin Tiannan and Li Xuanji exclaimed at the same time, not understanding what was happening.

Zhao Wujiang knelt on one knee and slowly stood up, signaling that they were okay.

At the end of the picture, the old man in sackcloth should be Li Chunjun, the leader of the Jianghu Alliance, as for the result, Zhao Wujiang also knew that the initial picture had already told him everything.

"Everybody is going to die.

Death is the destination of all spirits."

He muttered softly, and when Lin Tiannan heard this, he froze in place.

......

Towards the North Sea, the twilight is blue.

Emperor Shun was buried in Cangwu Mountain.

As one of the five emperors of the Emperor Shun, the character and merit of the five emperors are the most, generous and benevolent, benevolent, filial piety and love for the people, so the people of later generations come to Cangwu Mountain to hang the ancients.

Cangwu Mountain, the north of the mountain, the shade of the face.

Inside the Cangwu Tomb.

To the north of the tomb, two coffins are placed side by side.

One of the coffins is wrapped with countless silver chains, and there are many strange totems engraved on the lid of the coffin.

At this moment, a pair of white and tender hands are rubbing the entangled coffin.

The coffin was shaking violently, as if it was afraid.

"Don't be afraid, the deity will let you out."

The voice of the owner of the white tender hands was soft, and it sounded like a spring breeze, but the coffin shook more and more violently, and a panicked voice came from inside:

"No! No!

I made a big mistake and was sealed by Emperor Shun, and I was willing."

A sneer rang out:

"Maybe it's not that you're wrong, it's Yao Chonghua's mistake?

Come, the deity let you out to play, you have been trapped for so many years, you must be very eager to be free."

"Whoa."

The sound of the chain being pulled sounded, the coffin shook violently, and the white and tender big hand could not open the seal, and then, a beam of light swept down, and the silver chain disappeared into the heaven and earth.

"The power of this double pupil is really good."

The silver chain was dissolved by the beam, and the lid of the coffin was pushed open.

Han Qi gained the light he had not seen for a long time, but he saw the smiling head that appeared in the world of the coffin, and for a moment, the notorious head of the four murderers let out a terrible cry for mercy.

"I have made a great mistake, I have made a great mistake, and I am willing to be punished!"

The white and tender little hand caressed Shang Han's frightened cheek, and a soft voice came out:

"Don't be afraid."

Han's body was trembling, and he folded his hands in front of his lower abdomen, letting these hands caress his cheeks, and his body did not dare to move in the slightest.

Bai Nen's hand clenched Han Qi's neck, and slowly lifted him up, and he again

I saw clearly what the master of this power looks like now.