The shattering of the Jin Dan brought a huge impact, going up along the meridians and heading straight for the Mud Pill Palace.

The energy gathered by the elements of heaven and earth is extremely violent, and this new world is facing the greatest crisis.

Usually, these essences in the body that were bound by the Jin Dan were violently released as the Jin Dan was broken.

Mixed with the elements of heaven and earth, a tsunami-like frenzy was formed in the meridians.

The muddy meridians began to crack, and they could no longer accommodate the impact of these surging forces.

The small sword condensed by the will wavered under the eruption of these manic heaven and earth elements.

This is the most critical moment.

If the will is destroyed, the brain will be damaged, and it will become dementia at least or die at worst.

Because of his five-colored golden pill, the torrent that erupted in his body was particularly violent.

The perfect golden pill brings greater danger when breaking through.

Hallucinations began to appear in front of his eyes.

Countless familiar people and things kept passing through his mind.

His memories are like a picture scroll, slowly unfolding.

When I was a child, I relied on my grandfather in the mountains, and I had no guesses with Yuqing in the valley, and I was burdened with the fate of saving the Tiancang Continent in Tianxing Academy.

He seemed to have returned to the immature boy he had been.

Subsequently, chaos was caused in the Soul Eater City, and Lone went deep into the territory of the demon clan to create an opportunity, and the riot of the demon clan was quelled in the Anping Mansion.

These are memories of his upbringing.

There are his relatives, and there are his enemies.

These people and things are already in chaos at this time.

The world in the Mud Pill Palace became restless after the arrival of the spiritual power containing the five elements of heaven and earth.

The golden sword exuded an unyielding will, swaying in the wind and rain under the huge impact, struggling hard.

Who am I.

Where I come from.

What is the point of my existence?

The constant questions in his heart were like three huge hammers, striking the world in his mind.

Countless scenes are infinitely magnified in the mind, as if they want to occupy this space.

The world of the Mud Pill Palace set off stormy waves, and the sea became turbulent, gradually submerging the land.

In the seawater, faces of all shapes are roaring fiercely.

Ruan Ruan's consciousness was gradually blurring.

The souls of the dead from his sword poured out of the sea and pounced on the little golden sword.

Some of those faces were familiar, some were unfamiliar.

With the resentment of their lives, they want to tear the little golden sword to shreds.

The space is filled with all sorts of threads.

Anger, remorse, nervousness, frustration, sadness, pain, all this forms a haze.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, obscuring the sun, and the light on the little golden sword gradually dimmed.

Yes.

Ruan Ruan's head seemed to explode, and the sharp pain made him convuls.

The pain of broken meridians can still be bearable, but these stinging pains from the soul go deep into the bone marrow.

His face was contorted, and his whole body was out of control.

Countless hideous faces in the dark clouds roared terrifyingly at him, and the world seemed to have turned into hell.

The sea of bitterness is boundless.

Give up, don't resist, that's your fate.

It was as if there was an ethereal voice that reminded him in his heart and guided him to let go of the attachment in his heart.

No!

Ruan Ruan roared loudly.

His voice was completely hoarse, like a beast trapped in a cage, struggling desperately.

The sea had completely submerged the continent, and dark clouds were overwhelming in the sky, levitating above the little golden sword. As soon as this last line of defense collapses, heaven and earth will return to chaos.

It's a demon.

I will not be reduced to a slave of **.

Because I know what I care about.

A storm blew in Ruan Ruan's brain, and the golden sword always maintained a proud shadow.

It stands between heaven and earth, dividing the border between light and dark.

I am who I am, the unique me.

It doesn't matter where I'm from, what matters is that I've been here and lived.

I'm going to survive, I'm going to protect mine, and my people.

That's why I exist.

His will, under the tremendous oppression, did not become depressed, but strengthened.

The golden sword emitted a golden light, and although it was only a glowing light, it brought a ray of light to this space.

It's a battle of wills, far more dangerous than fighting people.

Once you lose your faith, you will fall into the abyss.

Cracks appeared in the small golden sword, and it was on the verge of shattering at any moment.

What I seek, must exist.

For this, I have no regrets!

Between the dark heaven and earth, three soft bright spots appeared.

Relatives and friends are like clumps of silk threads, tightly wound around the surface of the golden sword.

Like an anchor on a boat, pulling and not letting it sink in the torrent of elements.

They moisturize the cracked wounds, bring the gentlest touches, and soothe the wounds of the will.

The color that blends in with the senses, the golden sword shines brightly.

The slender sword slowly swelled until it grew into a giant sword of Cold Light Four.

The greatsword rumbled, and the sword roared like thunder.

It has become a bridge between heaven and earth, standing up to the sky and the earth, and moving forward.

The sword exuded a strong conviction to illuminate this dark space.

There were countless ghosts in the dark clouds, black as ink, viscous as substance.

Sensing the threat of the greatswords, they have launched a final attack.

The tide of the sea poured endlessly towards the greatsword, and the dark clouds seemed to condense with the sea.

Heaven and earth were to be swallowed up by this darkness, and they roared and lunged at the greatsword, to devour it completely, to make it one with them.

The greatsword finally rose, glowing with a golden glow that pointed to the sky.

It embodies the last hope of this world, and it carries the strongest sense of wanting to completely penetrate the darkness here.

Dark clouds enveloped the greatsword, and strong resentment corroded the light on the greatsword.

The waves are raging, and they will completely swallow up this last hope and sink forever.

The will is the boat, how can it be the shore.

There are only dark clouds and sea water between heaven and earth, and there is no direction in sight.

The hideous face, with a fierce roar, that kind of strong unwillingness, made the heavens and the earth tremble.

There is no direction, how to dock.

The golden greatsword resisted in the air, the onslaught of clouds and seawater.

A heavy haze filled the space, and a sense of desolation filled the entire space.

Sink it.

Darkness is the final destination.

The hard work of cultivation will eventually turn into white bones.

All the senses are not worth time.

If you can't break through the shackles of heaven and earth, all this will turn into smoke.

No one can resist the majesty of heaven and earth, and all efforts are only a shelf.

In the dark, a voice echoed in the space.

Let go, sleep peacefully, and everything will return to normal.

Ruan Ruan's mind was in chaos.

The voice was like a kind of magic, and his burning fighting spirit gradually wore out.

The glow on the golden greatsword began to dim again.

The will is slowly dissipating.

Dark clouds and sea water will completely swallow up this space, and boundless darkness will descend silently.

The golden greatsword fell from the sky and came into contact with the seawater, emitting a puff of white smoke.

The sea water continued to evaporate, forming thicker dark clouds, and there was silence between heaven and earth.

Thick, jet-black rain began to drip from the dark clouds, falling on the golden greatsword, eroding the light on the sword.

Don't insist when you're tired.

Being one with us is true liberation.

Nightmarish voices are calling.

The golden greatsword was half immersed in the sea, half covered in dark clouds.

The silk threads that were woven by the sense were also gradually broken in corrosion, and the only concern was their attachment to the golden greatsword.

Where is the other side?

Where is the hope?

This is not the result I want, I don't want to be the dust of heaven and earth.

Ruan Ruan's will roared angrily, and the golden giant sword was stripped of its original appearance in the baptism of sea water and dark clouds, but it still couldn't break free from the entanglement of darkness.

Survival is the only faith.

My Dao heart is like a sword, why can't I cut through this dark bond?

The surface of the golden giant sword has been corroded to spots, and the light on the sword is no longer dazzling.

Something must be missing.

The golden greatsword writhed in the sea like a golden carp. It moves forward in the dark, but it can't reach the end.

Hope for life is not enough, I need guidance.

But in the boundless darkness, who can give me direction?

Born between heaven and earth, how can you jump out of this space.

Breaking through this space, how can it exist?

This is like a dead knot that cannot be untied, and it is also a curse, and the shackles of heaven and earth cannot be broken at will.

The darkness is coming to an end, representing an outcome.

Death.

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