Qin Mo knew so many things today, so many that he couldn't bear it. He wanted to drink some wine and get some sleep, and then wake up and continue to work his cultivation. Strive to become a real powerhouse as soon as possible.

Actually, he knows. He has no fists and no plans now, yes, no fists. His fists were not hard enough, and he didn't know if he should go to the army in this situation. This is the reality, Qin Mo is still very weak. He's not a master at all.

Whatever the reason, though. It is very suitable for snoring and sleeping after drinking. Wake up and welcome the new day. So, Maggie Shen went to the kitchen and took out a jar of wine and two bowls. She placed the bowl on the table, then slapped the mud seal on a jar of wine. poured the wine into the bowl, and then Shen Manyu handed a bowl of wine to Qin Mo. Then she picked up another bowl of wine and drank it in a big gulp. The two of them drank happily.

A large jar of liquor was drunk by the two, and a cloud of white gas came out of Shen Manyu's body again. She smiled at Qin Mo, and there was a little confusion in that smile.

Qin Mo finished drinking, a white breath came out of his mouth, and he poured his head on top of the chuang shop. Ever since that incident happened in the cave, Shen Manyu would sleep with Qin Mo every time the cold broke out now. She also got into the quilt and hugged Qin Mo after Qin Mo lay on the chuang bunk, and then she put her head on the pillow, and her head moved on the pillow. It's like finding the most comfortable angle to fall asleep. Then, she sighed in satisfaction. Quietly closed his eyes.

With the pervasive aroma of wine, Qin Mo began to cultivate. Then his consciousness gradually turned into darkness.

In my dream, it's still that piece of water. The water was still so vast that it seemed to never have a boundary. Lang Zongtian's words didn't have much effect, Qin Mo knew that he should be dreaming. Maybe it's a fantasy, but. He still calmed down as usual and continued to cultivate.

He absorbed the huge vitality in this piece of water, a wisp of it. Two wisps, three wisps

He knew it might just be a dream, or even just a hallucination. He could clearly see a ball of light in the middle of the boundless water. Why is there always light in this piece of water?

Where did this light come from? Why did Qin Mo come here? He was very confused, he looked at the water around him. That piece of water, there is no boundary. Calm and without a hint of waves, at this time. He saw something different.

He was now a bystander, and he saw that this water was white. There were still clumps of gray underneath the white water. This reminded Qin Mo of a word, that is, Hongmeng.

He heard Dugu Ye say that at the beginning of Hongmeng, everything was nothing. A gray patch, boundless. There was a giant sleeping inside. I don't know how long it took, but the giant woke up. The giant's name is Pangu

"Hongmeng?" Qin Mo muttered to himself. He looked at the grey water, wondering where it would go. Where will it go?

The gray water was slowly changing, and Qin Mo found that the water was moving towards that light. Qin Mo didn't know how to describe that light, he only saw that light in his eyes. There were strange fluctuations all around him.

Inside the water, flowers suddenly appeared. Then those flowers condensed into a golden lotus. Finally, the flower took shape. "Jiupin Lotus Terrace?" Qin Mo looked at the Jiupin Lotus Platform in front of him with a hint of interest in his eyes. The nine-rank lotus platform floated slowly on the water, and he stepped onto the lotus platform.

The lotus platform moved slowly after Qin Mo stepped on it, and drove towards the light with Qin Mo.

Qin Mo looked at this scene like a pilgrimage of a Taoist monk in mythology, and he was a little surprised in his heart. He felt like he was being treated like one of those who had attained the Tao. Legend has it that Taishang Laojun met Hongjun Ancestor in this way.

Thinking of this, Qin Mo smiled. He shook his head, he didn't dare to compare himself with the Heavenly Monarch. People are saints. He's just a kid with nothing.

(Dividing Line)

In the small courtyard, Qin Mo was lying quietly on the chuang, his breathing was very gentle. It didn't change much because of that dream. His breathing seemed to be very calm, soft and long.

His eyebrows twitched from time to time, and he didn't know what he was thinking. At this time, Shen Manyu in his arms moved. Shen Manyu's eyebrows were twisted, and she seemed to be a little bored.

I only heard Shen Manyu muttering to herself: "I am Shen Manyu, I am Qin Mo's younger brother's sister Manyu." I'm no one else, I'm no one else. ”

She was repeating the words, and she had a dream. I just don't know what her dream is.

(Dividing Line)

Qin Mo's mind gradually sank into his mind, and he seemed to have forgotten that he was in a dream. Or maybe it's in a hallucination. His consciousness was constantly rising and falling in the water.

When he got closer, he saw the light for what it was. The light was a huge wheel, and that wheel emitted illusory fluctuations.

The lotus platform stopped as it approached the giant wheel, and Qin Mo raised his steps and slowly walked towards the giant wheel.

It was as if he could see that there was something inside the great ship. He probed his divine sense into it, and his divine sense seemed to see the past and the present in it. However, there is no future. Even the past and the present are blurred.

Gradually, Qin Mo only felt a sharp pain in his brain. He quickly took his consciousness back.

chuang, Qin Mo's brows frowned tightly. What he sensed in his dreams also reached his brain.

The giant ship was moving slowly, and there seemed to be clusters of light inside. The light group exudes a wave of momentum, or magnificence. Or the atmosphere, those light clusters gave Qin Mo the feeling of being like a god. Qin Mo couldn't help but want to kneel down.

He quickly calmed down, and he carefully looked at the clusters of light. The mind gradually sank in.

Underwater, the gray gas is still moving. Slowly entering the huge wheel, Qin Mo saw that those gray air currents flowed towards those light clusters after entering the huge wheel, or rather. It's the clusters of light that absorb the gray currents.

Suddenly, the space around Qin Mo's body distorted. It was as if he had appeared on a battlefield. That battlefield gave Qin Mo a sense of desolation. There is no earth-shattering drum sound on this battlefield, and the wonderful fighting methods of the immortals. There was no fierce fighting by the soldiers.

Some. Just a bout of desolation. This desolate battlefield connects the east, west, north and south. There was no margin, only desolation. Qin Mo stood on the battlefield in a daze, he was shocked. What did he see?

The corpse of the nine-clawed golden dragon, the corpse of the purple gold divine dragon, the corpse of the black dragon?. The battlefield was littered with broken swords. and fragments of broken magic weapons, and there were many corpses lying on the ground. There are sword immortals, and there are monks. There are the great witches of the Wu clan that Qin Mo has seen in the book, and there are also warriors of the Wu clan. There is also a red giant tiger and a silver wolf. A white snowflake, a golden golden-winged roc bird, and a nine-tailed spirit fox with nine tails. Black leopard, gray bear

At this time, a figure appeared in Qin Mo's eyes. It instantly attracted Qin Mo's attention. The figure was a woman, and she had long blue hair. There was a patch of frost within a radius of hundreds of miles where she was lying. The frost exuded a bone-chilling chill,

Qin Mo felt that the cold aura seemed to be the same as what he felt on Shen Manyu's body. That woman, vaguely, gave him the feeling of being Shen Manyu who followed him day and night.

Qin Mo opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything. I don't know what he's trying to say. He opened his mouth in pain and shouted silently. His mind suddenly panicked, and he reminded himself in his heart, "This is not Maggie Shen, this is not my sister Manyu." It's not, it must not be. Sister Manyu, she's asleep next to me, no! she must not be !!" Qin Mo shouted loudly in his heart like a madman when he thought of the last sentence.

Although he kept reminding himself, but. The feeling that the woman gave him became more and more familiar, as if Maggie Shen was lying there. Her tightly closed eyes and her face gave Qin Mo the feeling that she was like her quiet sleeping face when he first saw Shen Manyu.

Qin Mo forced himself to calm down, and he followed himself and said to calm down. Be sure to be calm. He looked at the woman carefully and found that she looked very similar to Maggie Shen. However, there are still some differences.

"He's not Sister Manyu, no. Qin Mo breathed a sigh of relief as if relieved, and continued. He turned his head to the side, he was afraid that after looking at it for a long time, he would really think that the woman was Shen Manyu.

Shen Manyu is not dead, Qin Mo will not believe this absurd thing.

"What is this?" Qin Mo's eyes turned to the side, and he only saw that the edge of the frost was connected to a piece of scorched earth. In the middle of the scorched earth, sat a red-haired man with his eyes closed. The red-haired man's body exuded a soft aura, which seemed to be able to contain a qiē, but with a hint of heat and fierceness. The breath feels like a spring breeze, warm, as if it can penetrate people's hearts. It makes people feel a sense of peace and comfort from the heart.

"Emperor Yan?" Qin Mo carefully looked at the red-haired man in front of him according to the records in the ancient books, and he combined the red-haired man in front of him with the description of Emperor Yan in the ancient books. It was found that this red-haired man was exactly the same as the Yan Emperor described in the ancient books.

"Emperor Yan is dead?" Qin Mo's heart churned with a huge wave. Emperor Yan died? Who killed him? Who could have such a great supernatural power? Even Emperor Yan, who had already cultivated into a divine body, could be killed?

Qin Mo hurriedly moved his gaze to the left, and a man dressed in white appeared in his eyes. In Qin Mo's eyes, that man was as if he didn't exist at all, as if he was this heaven and earth. There is a natural and harmonious aura on his body. In the middle of the white robe he was wearing, there was a Taiji diagram, on which there were two slowly rotating yin and yang eyes.

His complexion was fair, and his face was like a crown of jade. The whole person is like a beautiful son. His aura gave people the feeling that he was the sky and the sky was the man. Yes, that man is the Heavenly Emperor Fuxi. His cultivation has reached the realm of mastering the creation of heaven and earth and mastering the five elements of yin and yang. However, such a powerful god died

"Heavenly Emperor, Fuxi" Qin Mo was shocked by this series of scenes that happened in front of his eyes, and Emperor Yan died. The Emperor of Heaven is dead, but what about the Yellow Emperor? His eyes swept over the corpses of the immortals. Finally, his eyes rested on a man in golden armor. Nine nine-clawed golden dragons were hovering over the golden armor on the man's body, and his whole person exuded an aura of benevolence. In that breath of benevolence, there is also a royal breath. If it is said that the breath of benevolence makes people feel good about him, then. That royal aura makes people want to surrender to him.

"The three emperors of the Yellow Emperor are all dead, what about Taishang Laojun? What about Hongjun Ancestor, what about Nuwa Niangniang, what about Pangu Ancestor God? Are they also dead?"

Qin Mo's eyes searched around with a little panic, and finally, he saw an old man in a green robe in a place. The old man in the green robe sat cross-legged with his hands facing the sky. There was a green ox lying beside him, and the head of the green ox was frozen at the moment when it faced the old man in the green robe. There was a deep affection in its eyes, and it was clear that it had not forgotten its master until it died.

The old man in the green robe had already reached the realm of incarnating heaven and earth, even if he was dead now. But the aura he exuded was still incomparably huge. That is the breath of the Heavenly Dao, that old man, has reached the realm of a saint who has beheaded three corpses to prove the Great Dao. He is the apprentice of Hongjun Ancestor, Taishang Laojun.

Then, as if he didn't believe it, his eyes searched again for a while after staring at the green-robed old man for a while. In another place, he saw a gray-clothed man. That Taoist seemed to have completely escaped from heaven and earth, and he gave Qin Mo the feeling that it was the Tao. Yes, he is Hongjun Ancestor. He is the Word.

Qin Mo didn't believe it, he couldn't believe that what he saw was true. "It's an illusion, it's a hallucination. He searched again, he wanted to find a living "person", even a living demon. His eyes passed through the corpses of demon beasts and gods and demons one after another. Then he saw a woman with the head of a snake. The woman's face was stunning, and there was an aura of peace around her. She gave Qin Mo the feeling of being like a mother, loving and peaceful.

"Nuwa Niangniang has also fallen" The corners of Qin Mo's mouth revealed a bitter meaning, and that bitter meaning was extremely strong.

"What about Pangu Ancestral God?" Qin Mo searched again, he didn't believe it. He thought that the Pangu Ancestor God would definitely live.

He began to move in the air, his eyes searching the air below. Gradually, the scene that appeared in Qin Mo's eyes became completely different. The Seraphic Angel with folded wings, the one-armed god of war who is still standing on the ground is dead. Why did Qin Mo know that he was the god of war at first sight? His momentum was a strong domineering, the kind of domineering that fought the heavens and the earth. The indomitable look in his eyes, and the terrifying aura that emanated from him, were enough to prove who he was. He died, but he was still looking at the sky where there was nothing. The wild arrogance in his eyes did not diminish in any way because of his death.

Then, the dead Titans, the decapitated three-headed golden dragon. The mutilated golden Beamon also appeared in Qin Mo's eyes one by one. I don't know how long I have been "flying", Qin Mo is desperate. He saw the gods of war, the sun gods, the light gods, and the dark gods in the mythological texts, and without exception, they all died.

Qin Mo searched for a long time on the entire ancient battlefield, but he still didn't see the Pangu Ancestor God, "Yes, in myths and legends, Pangu incarnated into heaven and earth and died, how could he die again?" Qin Mo thought in his heart.

"Didn't you say that if the heavens and the earth are immortal, the saints will not die?" he muttered to himself, and he glanced up at the sky. He saw nothing, nothing above the sky. What appeared in front of Qin Mo's eyes was a piece of nothingness. There was nothing in the "sky", and a burst of intense loneliness and despair appeared in Qin Mo's heart.

"God is dead, and the devil is destroyed. God, it's dead, it's nothing, there's nothing!!" Qin Mo collapsed, and now, he didn't even know what he was talking about. He was squeezed by the intense loneliness and despair as if he couldn't breathe anymore.

"Heaven is dead, and so is the saint. Why am I still alive?Who am I?" Qin Mo said as if he was demented. "No!" he seemed to remember something.

"Where did the Yan Dynasty come from if the Second Emperor of Yan and Huang died, where is this place?" Qin Mo finally remembered one thing, that is, he was born in the Yan Dynasty.

"Yes, I was born in the Yan Dynasty. The heavens are not dead, they are not dead. Qin Mo's eyes gradually calmed down, only to see him say firmly. Although he didn't say anything in the slightest, but. He could say it in his head.

Qin Mo looked up at the front, and there was only that firmness left in his eyes. The panic and despair were completely expelled in Qin Mo's heart. And, at this moment, a black gas appeared. That black qi descended a fluctuation, which was the power of cause and effect due to the catastrophe of heaven and earth. The earth has also become nothingness. Cracks were created in the space, and the saints, gods and demons were sucked into the cracks in the space opened up by the power of cause and effect. They also disappeared. With the disappearance of the gods and demons beside Qin Mo, only endless nothingness remained

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