"Help me!

The Three Qing Dao Ancestors, the Buddhas, or the saints, ask the gods of heaven to save my life!"

"Please save me!"

"Please ...... it back"

The desires became more and more chaotic, as if they were about to return to madness, and their thoughts began to be unclear, or rather...... Zhang Qinghe could feel that the moment before he prayed, the matter was already a foregone conclusion.

Just because ...... The erosion seems to have originated from the three largest of the immortals!

Since there was movement in the vast sea of Heavenly Dao under his feet, even if it was not with subjective will, but because the three of them had a reaction similar to an instinctual mechanism because of some procedure or ritual, then that person should have been more than lucky.

But......

But when he heard this cry for help, he was enveloped in a thick fear, not because of the unknown road ahead, but because of the known...... Because of the known, because of the established facts, there is despair for the future.

"How...... Probably ......"

His eyes were glazed and he leaned down to look at the branches of time under him from the perspective of ether, the division of years...... At an extremely important node in the main trunk, somewhere in the middle of the heavens and heavens, there was a young man dressed in a student's green clothes, trembling and praying earnestly.

Naturally, the next moment the teenager will no longer be a teenager...... He gave birth to hundreds of eyes in the midst of depression, sprouted a body of flesh, and the rapid displacement and reorganization and proliferation of bones.

In the eyes of Zhang Qinghe, who is too plain, this is just a process that can advance and retreat, but in the eyes of the boy or the monster that the boy turned into is the overall situation of life and death.

The young man seemed to have no time to care, and he couldn't suppress the desire in his heart with the incomprehensible terrifying gaze of the three statues on his head.

He can only pray for the blessing of the three Qing and the six emperors, if he can survive this calamity, he will definitely leave the true cultivation system in this world, and raise the ashes of these crooked and evil ways.

In front of him, there was a long follower whose body was devoured and devoured, and his body was alienated......

If he could look in the mirror, he could see a mass of indescribable fingers and tentacles glued to a mass of flesh, twisting and wriggling.

Zhang Qinghe looked down, like an immortal god looking at the mundane, like a great person looking at an ant—yet his state of mind was violently turbulent, as if he was in the deepest part of the abyss.

He couldn't believe what was in front of him, and it seemed that it was even more difficult to accept than the immortal god who had been watching him.

"Wait...... ...... will appear"

"You ...... wait?"

"If you wait, the ancestors will definitely appear......"

Zhang Qinghe kept muttering, and he didn't know whether to say it to the "monster" on the verge of alienation, or to himself.

He hesitated, and gradually his body trembled like the young man in his eyes.

But he had to obsessively observe the whole process, and a great sense of danger was about to permeate his whole body, as if there was a force derived from concepts that was about to twist himself into ashes...... The panic in his heart still made him make a decision.

He suppressed the tremor in his voice, and recited the response, handing it down from the weight of the heavens—

"Good. ”

And in the young man's opinion, it was in the underworld, and the Great Dao Tianyin came across the high heavens, which was a deeper unknowability, directly beyond the existence above the heavenly dome, and actually broke up the process of his alienation by external demons.

The young man's body has become a battlefield for the two-way game.

Between the body and the prime, Zhang Qinghe sorted out his rationality and emotions that were almost about to collapse, and recited the passage that he engraved in his heart, I don't know how familiar he was with the Dao Tianyin, which would eliminate the alienation in Li Shaobai's coffin, and completely eliminate the alienation of the young man's body in the outer heaven that day......

"If you don't see it, it's called Yi;

If you don't hear it, your name is Xi;

I can't fight, and the name is small.

These three cannot be interrogated, so they are mixed into one. There is no darkness on the top, and there is no ambiguity on the bottom. The rope is indescribable, and it is nothing again.

It is said to be formless, the image of nothing, and it is said to be trance. The first one is missing, and then the one is gone. The way of the ancients is to keep the present. To be able to know the beginning of the ancient times is to say that the Tao is ......"

There is no ancestor, from beginning to end...... There are no ancestors at all......

He chanted without a god, as if he had become a puppet clay sculpture, and the biggest reliance and reliance in his heart seemed to have been shaved out, as if the Zhongtian Great Realm had become an insoluble death for him at this moment......

After reading the last few sentences, the young man's heart had turned to ashes.

"What about this...... How can this be won? It is impossible to win......

"It's impossible to win......"

But before he could think about it, there were endless waves churning in the Heavenly Dao Sea under his feet, as if something had risen from his slumber-

The world where "Taisu" is located has sounded the alarm for Zhang Qinghe, as if if he is not decisive, he will collapse along with the entire heavens.

Xingchentian is recovering, Lingguantian is in turmoil, except for the five emperors with their own emotions and some awe, countless immortals are kneeling.

"It's the beginning ......"

It was as if ten thousand ways were resonating, patrolling something, straight up to the heavens—in Zhang Qinghe's horrified eyes, this heaven and earth were crumbling, collapsing, losing their ability to override heaven and earth, returning to some kind of dead silence and decay, exuding a thick rancid stench......

You know, a moment ago, he still regarded this place as a pure land, but now the decay is spreading, if he has no choice, he will return to silence with one of them, and die in the high heavens and higher places in vain.

"He moved. ”

There was another tremor between heaven and earth, and the years seemed to have been intercepted because of this—this concept that was wantonly manipulated by the immortal gods was just the shell of a certain Heavenly Venerable.

"Where?"

As if asking and answering themselves, these three voices do not appear in one time and space, but seem to run through each time and space, chaotic gongs and drums, with disgusting and noisy joy, stirring this unknown dimension.

The avenue of chaos and ambiguity was about to burrow into Zhang Qinghe's soul as it collapsed above the heavens, inherently infecting him with filth.

Will die!

On the contrary, at this time, he couldn't care less about being depressed......

Zhang Qinghe's instinct to survive was greater than despair after all, and he plunged into the branches of the years, drifting by himself, and could no longer find a trace......

And above the branches of the years, the young man in Tsing Yi who was rescued by Zhang Qinghe in the outer sky that day, but there were a few obscure and chaotic roars in his ears from the high heavens and the place where he could not observe, as if something was stubbornly blocked out of the barrier, and the voice was not mixed with a trace of emotion, only the most obscure mystery.

But the quality of his expression, the words he imposed, was a kind of chagrin at having his belongings stolen, at being fooled, and at the mania of losing the whereabouts of the thief.

At the end of the roar, two streaks of scarlet came out of his ears, followed by his eyes, nose, and mouth...... He could only meditate and breathe in this barren mountain and wilderness, and use his aura to repair the bleeding body of the Seven Apertures......