Between heaven and earth, the storm surged, and endless storms and rains hit this piece of heaven and earth.

The weasel looked around, and found nothing unusual, these storms could not approach his body, but they could tear everything around him.

Nuwa Niangniang's picture scroll exuded a dazzling light, gradually assimilating with the surrounding storm, this storm between heaven and earth gradually stopped, and the weasel did not mean to be too surprised, standing in place and constantly adjusting itself.

Faintly, he sensed a danger that was approaching, and he was ready for a big battle, adjusting his state to the peak, wanting to kill through it with the strongest attitude.

"In the primeval era, after so much, the Holy Spirit is still there, let me see what you are like."

The weasel frowned, and the murderous intent in his eyes was rampant, but at the same time, he also had some anxiety in his heart, and the one who could live until now may not be a lingering breath, but also a part of it has great power, and it is really above ten thousand people.

Ever since he had seen the soul formed by the nine immortals devouring each other earlier, he had a vague feeling of uneasiness in his heart, between this chaotic heaven and earth, anything was possible.

If they devour each other, kill each other, and eventually form one, then it is very likely, even he will not be able to deal with it.

"Who are you?"

In the distance, many strong people on the islands and rocks stood up, especially those of the human race, who looked solemn and bowed respectfully to the weasel to ask where he came from.

What can be maintained until now is undoubtedly a group of old monsters, even if there is only a little soul condensed in it, it is definitely a long life.

The weasel did not answer them, for he knew that the danger was immense, that the slightest distraction might lead to death, and that these spirits only lived for a long time, and that they were not really the original bodies, and that they probably didn't know as much as he did.

Originally, the first time he saw these souls, he wanted to ask what was at the end of this ocean, but now judging from their appearance, there was no need to ask more.

They hadn't even boarded this part of the ocean, they had been blocked from it all the time, and they couldn't get close at all.

Suddenly, in the distant sky, several figures appeared and fell from the sky.

Each one has an air of terror with it.

"Where did they come from?"

In the mountains in the distance, many strong men screamed, as if they recognized them, and called out their names.

However, the language was not the same as it is now, and the weasels could not hear who their names were, only the terrifying light that swirled beyond their bodies.

The avenue is bright and dense, all of which are the luster of immortals, guarding the whole world.

Looking at these three people, the weasel was a little surprised, because although they were immortals, they did not attack him at the first time, but after glancing at him, they refocused their gaze on the boundless darkness in the distance.

Obviously, they have great ambition and perseverance, and they will not be embarrassed by a person who is suspected of having a relationship with the human race, and they have never made a move, and the weasel does not want to waste his strength here.

He stepped forward, wanting to advance into another battlefield, when at last someone spoke.

"Do you want to enter that battlefield?"

The weasel head didn't return.

"You guys leave, I'm going to reach the deepest realm, maybe there will be a life-and-death battle, if you stand here, it will be affected."

The weasel spoke calmly, reminding here.

"Can you take me with you, I'm willing to follow you and kill it together!"

In the sky and earth behind them, there was a projection of a living creature shouting here, clenching his fists tightly.

After endless years, isn't all he is waiting here to enter this source of darkness and regain his life?

But the weasel shook his head to stop them.

"The back is very dangerous, even if it is me, life and death are unpredictable, here is life and death, let's stand back for the time being."

Many strong men heard the silence, and then fell silent, and did not force it, because they knew that this figure was telling the truth, not exaggeration.

Without much hesitation, the weasel stepped out of the dark continent and embarked on a new journey.

There was a loud bang, and as soon as the weasel stepped in, an endless hurricane roared ahead.

Countless avenues reappeared between heaven and earth, each with the aura of tearing apart all things in heaven and earth, as if it was immortal.

Filled with the charm of the ancient wilderness, the weasel was not afraid in the face of all this, the burning unicorn flame beside him smashed out with a punch, and the terrifying force pierced the sky like a golden light, scorching everything and piercing all those runes and symbols.

He stepped forward and threw a second punch to shatter the storm, and he literally stepped into the river.

There are also a lot of creatures in the rear, and there are also a lot of souls, and they have been waiting here for too long, and now they finally see a powerful one who is qualified to enter it, they want to fight, fight their own life, but it is a pity that the weasel's cultivation is far from being comparable to them.

Just one step out, just a little closer, and before even waiting for the real step into the river, all life and death are chaotic.

Paragraph after paragraph of blood-colored weapons, all over the heavens and the earth, they were crushed and shattered by those weapons on the spot, suppressed by a powerful force, and died tragically in the years.

This is still not completely aimed at them, in this area, more than ninety percent of the forces are all suppressing the weasels, just a few remaining fluctuations scattered, so that they are implicated and unable to resist.

Without paying attention to the figures that quietly dissipated behind him, the weasel calmly walked forward, the mysterious power canceled each other out by him, his steps were firm, and his body exuded the brilliance of an immortal.

Bang!

The weasel walked forward, he wanted to see what this dark end was, why that continent existed, was it something left over from the days of endless time?

As he advanced, the pressure around him grew heavier, and his eyes grew grander, staring at the endless darkness in front of him, which was really different from before.

All kinds of laws are different, and the way of heaven is constantly flowing, constantly spinning, with a strange feeling.

If it was a cultivator, it would be easy to detect that the Heavenly Dao here had changed, and there was a faint malice towards them.

If you don't pay attention, you may be in great trouble.

The weasel continued on his way, and it was pitch black in the place of this river, and the so-called dark place was truly worthy of its name, there was nothing at all, nothing at all.

It's pitch black, it's silent, as if someone has sprinkled ink in front of your eyes, look around, even if there is the light of Nuwa Niangniang's painting, it can't penetrate the darkness, it can only illuminate a hundred meters in radius.

There was no end in sight, and the emptiness and loneliness here seemed to have allowed the weasel to enter the area at the edge of the universe, so that his brow was furrowed.

This is just a spatial peak, how can it be so powerful, and there are no stars around, could it be said that this is really a chaotic area where heaven and earth once opened up the edge of the universe?

He quickly put away this ridiculous thought, now that he was only a half-immortal, how could he possibly reach such an area, if he did come here, that kind of power and oppression would kill him in an instant.

Don't say it's him, even if the strongest person comes, it's useless.

But there is obviously danger here, there is no breath of life between the surrounding heaven and earth, there is no law flowing between heaven and earth, and the aura does not exist, it is lifeless, as if it has been abandoned, endless years, only death lingers here, as if it is a country that is addicted to it together.

Every step under his feet was a dead creature, and the weasel broke in alone, breaking the silence.

In fact, these are not the most terrifying, the most terrible thing is the change of the laws of the Heavenly Dao, with a touch of malice, if other existences arrive without the protection of Nuwa Niangniang's picture scroll, although it will not disappear in an instant, but it will definitely end miserably.

The weasel took a deep breath and didn't wait, he had been through so much and knew how to deal with the situation.

He is constantly changing, constantly distorting himself, trying to adapt here, trying to merge with the malicious heavenly dao around him, and condense each other.

Relying on the protection of Nuwa Niangniang's picture scroll is not the right way after all, he must find the source of malice in it, and then unravel it, otherwise he may collapse and disintegrate.

The weasel continued to experience and understand, but there was no element of fear in his heart, because there were too many treasures on his body.

There is a picture scroll of Nuwa Niangniang here, no matter how much the world changes over time, and the laws are infinite, he has no fear of it.

At this moment, the weasel suddenly turned his head and noticed an ancient wave.

With a loud bang, the weasel struck out, and the brilliant brilliance, the shattered sky illuminated the dark place, and the peak energy of it pierced the sky.

The weasel's eyes twinkled, and he looked up to the source of endless darkness, and he looked to the end of the endless years to know what was there.

But soon, a magnificent force descended between heaven and earth, and this force could not confront it head-on, unable to confront the fluctuations of the law and the way of heaven head-on, and crushed his attack.

The darkness had reverted to eternity, illuminating the earth, and the weasel's light had vanished, but in this short period of time, he had seen a lot of things.

In front of that there was a set of black chains of order that were constantly intertwining, crisscrossing and crisscrossing like real iron locks, demonic, glittering, and they seemed to be triggered by the weasel's light.

Rushing towards him, he slammed down.

In the face of these dark chains, the weasel didn't have much expression, he stood in place, and now he didn't move, letting the chains condensed by the dark power around him erode.

There was no wave on his face, it was not a strong display of confidence.

He sensed the brilliance of the Dark Source around him, fending off all his means.

But at the same time, Nuwa Niangniang's falling power was enough to defuse all these attacks.

With a loud bang, all the black order chains, all the streamers, all collapsed straight, and as if they were real gods, the weasel stood motionless.

Those dark places are indifferent, and the chains are enough to penetrate time and space, penetrate heaven and earth, and are terrifying.

But the weasel stood here as if it was invincible, not afraid at all, shook his palm slightly, and with a loud click, all those black chains exploded inch by inch outside the surface of the weasel's body, collapsed and cracked, turned into one piece of light after another, and then burned out, and was completely wiped out by the weasel.

I still can't realize anything, and if I want to truly understand this darkness, I still need to move on.

The weasel thought silently, and the heart that stepped forward walked on the edge of darkness, looking into the distance, looking into the distance.

This time he adapted to some darkness, adapted to a little evil Heavenly Dao, and gradually saw something clearly, there were pitch-black mountains, stretching for hundreds of millions of miles into the sky, and there were also black rivers flowing, quietly without any waves, making people feel cautious and panicked, and the silence was incomparable.

The weasel walked forward, and on the way, he actually saw the living form.

However, these living forms are obviously dead, and they have lost their vital signs for a long time, and these bodies have lost their temperature and life, and they are extremely cold, and they are motionless.

But each of them is very ordinary, some are large and larger than mountains, some are smaller than humans, and many more are normal human heights.

The weasel narrowed his eyes, and a trace of surprise flashed in the depths of his eyes, because he saw a lot of bodies, all of them were powerhouses at the top level of the ancestors, and they were still extremely powerful.

The power and fluctuations emanating from it were even greater than his, and there was no doubt that this was definitely a strong man in the primeval era.

They didn't know how to walk into this dark place, but without the protection of Nuwa Niangniang, they couldn't resist the way of heaven, they couldn't sense the changes of evil, and they finally died here, and in the end their souls were devoured.

The weasel noticed that they had a lot of weapons around him, and he stepped forward to grab a handful, but as soon as his fingers touched it, the corpses turned into ashes and disappeared.

The weasel sighed, these are the most powerful group of lifeforms that exist in the long years, but the result is so pathetic, even reincarnation can't go.

The bones of life had already come to an end when they walked into this dark place of reincarnation.

This is a veritable place of absolute death (end of chapter)