The vast continent, the ancient battlefield, the horn of the charge is about to sound, and the smoke of the passing peaks gradually hovers in the silence, turning into the mottling of years.

Woo~ The horn sounded loudly.

On the ancient battlefield, hatred is full of heaven, this is the entanglement of man and beast, god and demon, fate, one, two, three and even eternity.

Bloodshed and dripping blood bring glory, sorrow, and the end of the fate between old enemies.

The beasts wailed, the men wailed, the heavens and the earth were shaken, the heavens wept, the earth mourned, the rain was cold, and even the blood was solidified.

The thunder roared, and I saw the big snake soaring, and it actually danced to make its debut lightning, and Ying Long pounced, and the sharp claws were exposed......

The rain master controlled the weather, and the heavy rain continued, only to see the drought retreating one after another......

Losing his head, he danced in the execution of Qi, bathed in blood, and fought in the battle, no longer knowing whether he was a human or a demon......

The black sky dome, a huge head emerged, black mist, hideous face, wanting to destroy everything.

Ephes~ The phoenix fell from the sky, and the colorful feathers were scattered.

Roar~ The body of the dragon is broken, and the scales are gloomy.

Jiuli's war spear pierced the sky, the golden bronze sword resounded through the sky, and with a stroke of Wan Shiqin, thousands of living beings were scattered. As soon as the smoke and moon mirror came out, thousands of illusions appeared......

Boom, after a loud bang.

At the cost of his life, the emperor turned into tens of thousands of shackles and locked his huge head in the starry sky. Since then, the galaxy has slipped down, and the brilliant nine pearls have scattered all over the world.

The seriously injured Candle Dragon fell into the abyss, the dying Qilin closed his eyes, and Bai Ze dragged his heavy body away.

The four fierce beasts of Qiqi, Chaos, Hanji, and Gluttony broke into the forbidden area of life with unwillingness, and never appeared again.

Gradually, the rain stopped, the wind stopped, the dark sky appeared, the long-lost sunlight appeared, and the bright colors opened from the sky.

The huge rock cracked, turned into fragments, weathered into wisps of sand, drifted in the wind, flowed through the ages, and then declined, becoming the smoke and dust of history.

In the end, dust returns to dust, dust returns to dust, and the slightness is like smoke......

Hundreds of thousands of years later, a teenager opened his closed eyes on a blue planet.

And on the other side of the distant starry sky, the black is gradually surging......

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