Everyone in the world is at a loss. At this moment. All the worlds are all surging powder. is also like the flower rain back then, which came suddenly.

At this moment, the chaotic battle stopped instantly. Everyone is looking up, looking up.

This voice is coming from above. It's from the far end of the sky.

But as people see, there is only an end, and there is only an end. It's the chaos of chaos, the ascension of fireworks, and nothing else.

Well, this laughter. Where did it come from?

No one knows whose laughter it was.

However, the sound clearly fell on everyone's ears, which proved that this was not an illusion, but a real sound.

The sound reached everyone's ears, and even more so in the midst of such a great bang.

To be able to spread the sound to the world, even the ten most powerful ancient gods can't do it. Even if it is Banzu, he can only be reluctant, and some people will be left out more or less.

This is only possible if the God of this realm controls the veins of one source and spreads them.

After all, the Seven Realms of the Divine Domain were too big and too big, and they were once a vast place, and the geographical scope was not allowed to be compared to the Netherworld. Even now, most of them are destroyed, and they are not much different from the smallest daylight in the region.

Even if it is the combination of tens of millions of universes, it cannot be compared.

It's just that this voice is full of vitality and looks very young.

Sound can't hide people's age, the longer they live, the more vicissitudes they have. This voice is not a little energetic.

This is a young man in his prime, perhaps, only in his twenties.

In his twenties, he was too young in the cultivation realm. No matter how talented it is, it is only humane. Even if it was... Even the legendary Four Spirit Divine Clan, which has long been extinct, has never appeared at this age, beyond humanity.

This voice belongs to a young man in his prime.

In his twenties, it was clearly not God. For God has existed for too long and too long, more than most of the ancient gods. This age is too long to remember.

It's just that, at the age of more than twenty, how can the sound spread to the entire Seven Realms of the Divine Domain?

How can we reach the level of God? That is the supreme level, the level that the Ten Ancient Clans and the Ten Grand Dukes have been searching for countless years, but there is no result.

This is obviously impossible, it is absolutely impossible for such a wicked person to be born in this world. Even if it was once taboo, it was impossible to do it.

So, this voice... And how to explain it.

What does it have to do with me, and what does it mean?

The voice only appeared for a moment. It didn't even cause an echo before it disappeared.

It's as if nothing has happened. This sound is definitely not an auditory hallucination.

The shouts that were originally roaring everywhere began to be low with the stunned salient of all beings, and in the end, they were no longer silent.

The same is true of the roaring sound of that Fa Divine Power.

Seeing is believing, and hearing can sometimes be true as well. That's when everyone hears it.

It is known that all this is not an auditory hallucination. Because of this surging and gorgeous cloud, it is still low and pressing towards the earth.

is also like the flower rain that has just dissipated for many days, it is pink.

"The voice ........"

At this moment, the ghost-faced body suddenly stopped, and he was also suddenly stunned.

Under this stunned, the yellow leaves in the sky also trembled.

The mighty man can make countless changes at a single thought, not to mention the battle of life and death?

Just with this tremble, the nine huge bodies covered the heavens and the earth, and with a fist, the image of the god followed.

It all happened between lightning and light. It's so fast that people don't have time to react, it's a quick fix.

Riding the wind and waves, the stratus clouds are tired, all the waves, and finally the waves are stormy.

Accept thousands of streams, hundreds of rivers are wide.

There is a large river, half inclined and shallow, and under the ten thousand acres of strong winds, all the fallen leaves are blocked.

It's not a stream of water, it's a gust of wind. Then, eight bright colors and crosswinds flew by.

The general trend did not really rise at this moment, but at the time of the great rise, it was the scene of the end times.

The ghost-faced man's gaze was not in the earth-shattering power of the suppression, but in all directions.

Because, he heard a familiar voice.

It was a strange and familiar sound.

This voice, the ghost-faced man seems to have heard it somewhere. If it was the voice of an ordinary person, it would naturally not be stunned in this fierce battle of life and death.

He had heard the sound before. But only once.

That time. He was murderous. It's just a glimmer of time to wipe out that person's life.

At that time, the man's realm was not very high. But it left an indelible impression on him.

It's just that Xuanzhao made him deeply damaged, and he even had to force himself to use the vicissitudes of life that he had arranged for a long time. This was not erased by the intention of destroying the world.

It was the Nine-Colored Tribulation. This is the power that transcends the realm. The man, however, was in control.

The ghost-faced man knew that the power did not belong to that person, but despite this, it was terrifying.

From time immemorial to the present, who can have this power to kill? The Ghostface only knows that that person once had.

In the face of the shocking attack, the Ghost-faced man's heart finally trembled.

It's just that the cause of this tremor is not because of these ten, half-step transcendent ancient gods. It's because of one person.

That man was not the owner of the voice. It's the one who cares the most.

used to be young, but now he has finally grown up vigorously, to the point where he can compete with himself.

Ghostface didn't care why the man's voice was here. He only cares whether the person in his heart follows that person in the world.

He is no longer a human or a ghost, and he is already cold-blooded. It's just cold blood, and in the deepest part of it, there are still a few traces of warmth.

The ghost-faced man actually retreated at this moment. Only, I don't want to see the person in my heart.

It's just that the arrow is out of the string and has to fight.

At this moment, in the midst of heaven and earth. It's not just the ghost-faced people who are stunned. There are more than a dozen second-step powerhouses, and the same is true.

They felt dazed in the flames of war, and light continued to appear around them, one by one beyond the light, and also blasted through the sky.

It's just that they were stunned, and the voice seemed familiar and unfamiliar. It's just that the familiar sound is widespread.

"It's... It's ....... him."

In this vast world, there is only one woman who knows whose voice it is.

"It's... He ....... back then"

.....

The night was deep, and it was already the third watch. The mountain trail, with dew on the leaves, is like dust washing, so that the Quartet cannot fall into the dust.

The moonlight is quiet, and there are small brightly lit windows below.

With this light, there was a slender shadow, which grew longer and longer with the footsteps of a figure.

This is a white robe, full of green silk coils scattered behind, step by step, slowly walking towards the mountains.

This shadow seems to be chasing time, constantly and continuously. This is the shadow of the four directions into the long shadow under the feet of the white clothes, and finally came to the mountain.