The weasel stood quietly between the world and the world.

The years are constantly spreading, time is constantly flowing, the weasel seems to have entered a strange world at this moment, the original torrent of years has begun to flood, he knows what formation he should be involved in.

Looking around, sure enough, a layer of black light was shrouded in an extremely rich origin substance, permeated with a mutated immortal luster, eroding his body, and in a hazy way, a path was opened between heaven and earth, wanting to lead all his soul and consciousness away.

Standing on this road, the weasel seems to see his own past, see his own endless years ago, time flows here, years spread here, telling about reincarnation.

"Now what cats and dogs dare to come against me? Give me broken. ”

The weasel ignited a flame in his eyes, and the light of the roaring soul suddenly exuded a dazzling breath of life, and another piece of emerald green color inside tore through the sky, making the eternal river of time tremble and flow.

With a loud bang, the weasel's soul shattered the front, the cage shattered, and the power that plagued him dissipated and broke out.

Sure enough, the place where he had previously stood was really a black cage, and the darkness around him was terrifying, and he couldn't see any light, he stood here and kept looking, constantly looking around, and he found that this cage was very strange, very strange, and his cultivation was constantly adjusting, and it was constantly changing.

But this cage also has a limit after all, before the endless primeval years, when the Heavenly Court was not destroyed or shattered, he might be able to use a strong force and have an extremely high upper limit, but now it is different, and the difficulty of trapping a real half-immortal in it is too great and too big.

With a loud bang, the weasel stepped forward and walked out, blasting out with a punch, directly smashing the cage in front of him to pieces.

At the same time, he kept advancing, constantly punching, shattering one road after another, he was opening the way, moving towards the distance, and between this cage, he found that there were many souls that had been locked up for a long time, they had all lost their breath of life, but they were still locked in it, unable to re-enter the reincarnation.

Seeing this scene, the weasel did not hesitate, and directly shot and rescued them all, this is definitely a big event that shocked the world, in the era of the Heavenly Court, this is a terrifying area called the Heavenly Prison, once imprisoned, even if the years are eternal, they cannot be reborn.

And now just one weasel has released so many souls of the Heavenly Court, although they are all dead, but after re-entering the reincarnation, the reincarnated human race is definitely a top fighting force.

There was a loud bang, the endless darkness was constantly crumbling, and the weasel strode forward, freeing all the dark cages, but he raised his head and found that there were still in the distance, he frowned, and wanted to go over and continue to release all the dark cages, but soon some mysterious law descended here, with irresistible fluctuations, blocking him here.

"Get out!"

The weasel frowned, his side was filled with golden light, and he smashed it with a punch, but the imaginary road shattered instead of appearing, but the darkness shattered, and he returned to the real world.

Looking around, the weasel's expression did not change much, and he found that time had not passed too long in the real world, and it was only a few days, and no one around him had noticed his abnormality, because they were all cultivators, and it often took dozens of days to meditate.

When the soul returned to his body, he found that his body was full of broken and corrosive forces, but these forces were not too strong to destroy his bones and flesh.

It's just that the weasel didn't let his guard down because of this, because he found that these forces were speeding up the nourishment of its blood and bones, and after finding that it could not be destroyed, he quietly blended into it.

The weasel frowned, powerful enough to his level, many things have been comprehended, just a thought, he saw these dark forces, what he wanted to do, he felt the subtle differences in his body.

In the deepest and farthest part of his soul, some luster has been diffused at some point, and these lusters have a brilliant brilliance, as if they are about to re-conceive a soul, these souls have unimaginable power and fluctuations, if they are really condensed, they may bring him a lot of trouble.

Obviously, these are the results of those dark immortal powers, with the help of his physical body and body fully blooming, and sure enough, these immortal souls really have all kinds of means.

Seeing this, the weasel sighed, and then his eyes gradually sharpened.

In any case, the flesh is something that must not be abandoned, and he had experienced it in that dark cage before.

Although he is invincible and invincible, if only the primordial god has no soul, no matter how powerful he is, it will not have much effect at all, even if he becomes a real immortal, he is still like a rootless peace.

I can't just cultivate the Yuan Shen, I can't just cultivate all kinds of exercises and supernatural powers, and my physical strength must also be strengthened.

The glittering luster in the weasel's eyes, he finally realized that if he wants to become a real immortal, he must be promoted in all directions, and he must break through the imprisonment of the years with the strongest attitude and become an immortal.

Someone once said that souls can also become immortals, but in my opinion, only souls and bodies, and truly all of them become immortals, are the most correct.

The path of the predecessors was wrong, and the weasel's eyes flickered with a striking sheen.

After a brief hesitation, he looked up again and looked at the dark roads in the distance, which had been broken for a long time, and some of them were somewhere else that they did not know to connect to, and it was obvious that they were not so easy to pass, and there was an aura of danger everywhere.

But isn't this kind of dangerous aura just suitable for his cultivation? Now that the earth is almost calm, if there is any disaster that has not come, it will not be possible to achieve it with his current strength, he must find a new path, find a new cultivation realm.

After a brief moment of hesitation, he spoke to the people he knew well, expressing what he wanted to do.

Those people were a little hesitant, but in the end, no one stopped them, because they also figured it out, and if they wanted to go further, if they reached the immortals in this world, the dark path ahead was the only place for him.

Eventually, one after another, all the top powerhouses on the earth arrived, and to see them off, he walked towards the boundless ocean.

Suddenly.

"What's in the dark ocean in the distance?"

Everyone was shocked, their souls were trembling, and an ancient pagoda actually appeared there, which looked exceptionally clear and dazzling in the eyes of everyone, but after only a moment, this pagoda dissipated without shock.

"What's going on? Could it be that only an existence close to the level of a half-immortal can move forward in this dark path? ”

Someone found that the small pagoda was not dissipating, but hovering around the weasel, protecting him, and it turned out that only a half-step immortal could leave traces to enter it.

After a long time, someone muttered to themselves, their eyes burning, and their hearts were full of anticipation.

One day, they wish they could come to this path, which is dark, but makes them immortal paths.

At the end of the darkness on the other side, the weasel didn't know this, and the moment he entered this dark rift, time and space became a vague concept, and the same should have been true in the primeval heavenly court.

Without this means, it is impossible for them to still exist in the future.

He was moving forward, he was silently counting his heartbeat, and after I don't know how long, the weasel stopped, and silently glanced back, and it was pitch black all around, and nothing existed.

But he knew that decades had passed, and during this time, the weasel was alone, and even if he was a half-immortal, he could not cross the sea in this dark ocean.

Because this ocean is too vast, ordinary formations can't work at all, and even if it is disturbed and scattered, I don't know what area it will collapse to.

Only occasionally some broken palaces and halls stand in this dark ocean, so that the weasel can go up and engrave the formation, with the help of the power of Nuwa Niangniang's picture scroll, a straight line flows out of this formation, which can slightly speed up his pace of progress, so that the speed of progress is slightly faster.

Over the decades, one palace after another, broken islands have all come out of this one place, but as time goes by, these palaces have become more and more magnificent and sacred, no longer as dilapidated as before, I don't know how many thousands of years have existed, and now gradually began to shine out.

With a loud bang, the weasel kept advancing, he had seen the calm sea here, and there were also dark storms erupting, and all kinds of mysterious powers seemed to be innumerable, all of which were spreading and boiling here.

The weasel broke and marched forward, in this period of time and years, he had seen too much, and his own cultivation had climbed to the peak, and now even without the help of Nuwa Niangniang's picture scroll, he had been able to reach the realm of half-immortals.

However, the stronger he is, the more he admires the first emperor of the primeval era, and the immortal realm is so powerful, so how terrifying the next few realms should be.

Moving on, continuing to walk forward, along the way he saw some rumored creatures, those that he had seen in the ruins of the First Emperor of the Ancient Race.

However, these are not their real appearances, but the traces of their past are engraved here, and faintly, there seem to be a lot of traces.

They sat on top of the shattered halls, and when they felt the weasel coming, they opened their eyes suddenly.

Looking at these vague creatures, the weasel nodded slightly and didn't linger too much.

Because among them, whether it is the soul of the human race or the heavenly court, it has been lost for a long, long time.

Continuing to move forward, shining brightly, all the way to the deepest part of this ocean, in which he saw too many Terran forces, and too many immortals.

These projections with a little bit of intelligence and soul were all shocked, they had never seen any living beings arrive here in so many years, and now, deep at the end of the ocean of the dark world, there was a huge storm brewing, about to begin.

Everyone avoided it, and now there was a real living being, and he went alone.

With a loud bang, the dark power in the deepest part of the ocean of this dark world erupted wildly, and the terrifying monstrous sky swept towards the high sky like an ocean of shattering eternal power, and there was no power that could be condensed in this at all.

With a loud bang, the weasel swung out a palm and tore countless gaps and traces between heaven and earth, and with his shot he cut through the endless storm and pierced one path after another.

In the deepest part of the world's oceans, endless palaces have all emerged, descending and falling down in the void, not as broken and decaying as before, but almost complete, and they are intertwined with the chains of order and the luster of the immortals.

There are rainbows connecting each other, as if countless paths have been formed between heaven and earth.

However, except for these palaces, the rest of the place is still pitch black, terrifying, and it is impossible to see anything at all, and when it passes, it seems that even the soul has been sucked in.

"Have all the countless temples appeared? Finally, I couldn't help it. ”

Looking at the previous scenery, those human beings sitting cross-legged on top of the palace spoke like this, as for the souls of those immortals, a little light radiated in these eyes, and finally dissipated into nothingness, they were no longer in the most complete state, after all, they had collapsed, they could not support it as before, they could not do anything.

In the face of all this, the weasel narrowed his eyes, his pupils constricted, and he felt a terrible aura in it, which seemed to contain many dangers.

But it was nothing to fear him, and he strode forward, walking forward, and without hesitation set out on the path.

A loud weasel roared, and the moment he stepped into the road, an endless stream of thunder and lightning fell between heaven and earth

But it didn't hurt him, but instead took him and disappeared directly from here, directly into the dark world. The end of the source. (End of chapter)