Gao Tian opened a huge and invisible eye, indifferently looking down at the world, like the eyes of a child approaching the nest of a swarm of ants, slightly interested and with high indifference and coldness.

The indifferent gaze that frightened everyone glanced around and then closed. Another eye soon opened in the sky, but it was tangible, much smaller than the previous one, with a brilliant golden light.

The giant golden eye scanned for a week, and finally looked at the courtyard where there was only light in the darkness, and the three people in the courtyard, and paused for a moment.

Ye Mingke, who was stared at by that huge eye, was almost breathless by the huge majesty in that gaze, and his hands and feet were as cold as ice. But Uncle held his hand and warmed him, giving him the courage to look directly into that huge eye with Uncle.

The giant golden eye only lingered for a moment, then closed again.

Before the depression in Ye Mingke's heart could be relaxed, there was a thrilling tearing sound suddenly from the darkness high above.

A huge hand with a golden light tore through the darkness high and far away, and endless light squeezed in through the cracks, like boiling oil falling into water, boiling and quickly dispersing.

The blazing light clash with the darkness of this world, and in the blink of an eye, it occupied a corner of the sky

The golden giant hand paused slightly, and then suddenly moved again, and the next moment it exploded like a thousand thunderbolts!

It's a crash!

Ye Mingke's hands trembled uncontrollably, he raised his head, and the bright ocean in the high sky suddenly expanded.

At the very front of the light, there were countless bright rays of light that exploded like scattered flowers of the Heavenly Maiden, drawing dazzling trajectories in the darkness.

And the things in that light are the immortal palace Qionglou, the flying sword and the immortal boat that he has never heard of from the story of Dabai, and the heavenly soldiers and gods of the Ganges sand.

Ye Mingke looked up desperately at the approaching light in the sky.

Everyone loves light, but when you are dark, would you like to be swallowed up by the light like that?

But in the face of the light, what kind of darkness can not be pierced by the light?

"Mingke, don't be afraid, I said it, we've always been there. ”

Uncle touched his head, his palm warm.

Uncle Jian also raised his head, looked at the approaching dazzling light, and said softly.

"Wake up!"

His voice was not loud, but it resounded in every inch of the world, converging into thunder.

"Wake up!"

He said again, and a second thunderclap exploded throughout the world.

The dead world suddenly moved, trembling slightly.

"Bang", "Bang", it is like thousands of hearts that have stopped beating for a long time and are starting to beat again.

Layers upon layers of sleeping corpses suddenly opened their countless eyes, staring at the sky invaded by light.

The corpses and bones as huge as the mountains trembled.

The corpse of a giant as huge as a mountain in battle armor suddenly moved, and a tumbling black mist poured out of its body. It opened a pair of hollow, dry eyes, exhaled a faint blue breath at the approaching light in the sky, and then slowly got up and bent its legs slightly.

"Boom"

The next moment a deep crater exploded where the withered giant was, and the giant leapt high into the sky like a giant meteorite flying backwards, and rushed into the bright light that was approaching.

"Boom"

The giant carried a torrent of light and blasted into the ground at great speed.

The giant stepped on a broken fairy ship under his feet, slowly turned to face the three people in the courtyard, and fell to one knee with a fist clenched, hanging down a face as dry as a mountain stone.

"The Nineteenth Army of the Demon Army of the Last General leads the Demon Shadow, meet the young master!"

And behind the withered giant, there were countless sounds of the earth cracking, and huge figures rising up against those rays of light.

The huge figures destroyed all the light that approached the courtyard, and when they fell to the ground again, one by one, like the withered giants, they fell to their knees with fists clenched towards the courtyard.

"Qin Ming, deputy commander of the 21st Army of the Demon Army, meet the young master!"

"The last general, the chief of the ordnance of the demon army, the heavenly craftsman Liu Yuan pays a visit to the young master!"

"Deputy Commander of the Seventh Army of the Last General Demon Army......"

"The Last Demon Army......

The huge figures kneeling down one by one, the voices as loud as thunder, finally converged into a sound that even the light of the sky vibrates.

"Demon Army, meet the young master!"

Not only those huge figures, but under those huge figures, countless broken corpses in battle armor, large or small, also seemed to hear the horn of the army, slowly got up, and bowed down in the direction of the courtyard.

With the courtyard as the center, the millions of soldiers who returned from death worshiped the courtyard in dense numbers. Every voice shouted was filled with frenzy and the sadness of a long absence.

"Who are they bowing to?" Ye Mingke turned his head in distraction, looked at Uncle Jian and asked.

"They are bowing down to you, they are bowing down to your father, they are bowing down to an army that was once the hope of their homeland, they are bowing down to themselves!"

"They are demons, and they are the greatest warriors in the world!"

Uncle Jian looked at the millions of soldiers who had returned from death in front of him, his always plain face had an unprecedented pride, and his eyes seemed to contain a sky-high sword intent.

"They're all dead, but today they're going to have a final battle to open a way for you!"

"Who are they, and who am I?" Ye Mingke looked at the eyes that were looking at him feverishly in front of him, and said confusedly.

"They are your loved ones, and they are always there for you. Uncle Jian said softly.

One of the nearest withered giants shook and held out a hand to him, and on his hand sat Uncle Wang, the watchman with whom he often talked during his night trips around the town.

His old face smiled softly at Ming Ke, just like the past sixteen years.

On another huge shoulder, a familiar person stood up, it was Lao Liu, a plasterer who had asked Tao Yao for Tao Yao many times.

There were many, many other familiar faces in the town, who looked at him with a warm gaze like a child of their own.

"Mingke, what is real?"

Uncle Jian suddenly asked Ye Mingke this sentence again. In the rainstorm that day, when he asked whether the boy's town was a real question, he asked the boy's words.

Ye Mingke raised his head and looked around at those familiar people who he was completely unfamiliar with, after so many years, it turned out that they had been guarding themselves?

He didn't have time to answer Uncle Jian's question, and once again a loud tearing sound in the sky interrupted his words.

Many years later, he has traveled a lot, experienced a lot of things, learned more about the mysteries of the town, and has a lot of ideas about this question, but he has never had the opportunity to answer Uncle Jian's question again.

This uncle is most concerned about the problem. Because Uncle promised him, promised a person, and would never lie to him.

And Uncle is such a person, every word he says does not need to be an oath, and it is heavier than a thousand jun!

Once again, there was a loud cracking sound in the sky, and a crack of light stretched across the entire dark sky.

Those Immortal Hall Qionglou and thousands of gods in the light that were still flying forward suddenly stopped, silently lined up in two rows.

Thousands of gods were erected, like emperors about to greet them.

Emperor of the Gods!

The crack of the light grew bigger and bigger, and in the end it was like opening a huge abyss of light in the sky, and the abyss stretched forward, and finally it seemed to become a bright road.

A golden figure wearing an imperial crown and an imperial robe, majestic and radiant, slowly came from this avenue and stepped into this world.

He walked silently, but when he stepped into it, the whole world seemed to tremble and lean towards him, emitting a piercing wail.

That footstep seemed to step on everyone's heart, and everyone who looked at him couldn't help but surrender and fear.

He is the emperor of the gods, and naturally the emperor of all things in the world.

"Existence above the gods. ”

At that moment, Ye Mingke trembled and remembered that when his uncle told him about the trial immortal bureau a few years ago, he told him that he suspected that there was an existence above the immortal behind that immortal bureau.

The existence above the immortal required him to leave the town after six years.

Has this being come? He has destroyed the town, and even himself, and of course he has no choice but to leave!

The figure of the emperor stood in the air, ignoring the dense demon army under his feet, and just carefully watched this small world composed of ancient battlefields.

"Interesting!"

The Emperor chuckled.

The voice is not loud, and it is laughter, but it still carries a submissive majesty and domineering.

He smiled after looking at the world.

"Based on the corpses of tens of millions of demon soldiers in the Battle of the Falling Sun, with the solar core as the axis, and the broken World Divine Tree Mengke as the basis, a complete and self-righteous world that is isolated from the Heavenly Dao and between the real and the illusory has been established. ”

"No, it's not completely self-consistent. Based on the corpses of the demon army, although the demon army's war thoughts are strong, the anger is also heavy, so every month there will be a night in this world from the illusion to the real and pour out the anger. ”

"Will the full moon night disappear in the town? Everything Qiao Qiao saw that year turned out to be true, is this the real reason why every family in the town is closed and sleeping on the full moon night?" Ye Mingke below suddenly thought.

"Such a handiwork, such a strange array, no wonder Gu has not been able to find it for so many years. ”

The emperor lowered his head and looked at the tens of thousands of demon troops as if they were nothing, just staring at Jian Nantian, who was sitting in a wheelchair.

"Sword Venerable, this array is not a worldly array, can you tell Lone, who is on the other side?"

"The Emperor of the Six Realms also has questions that need to ask me more than a few people?" Jian Nantian replied lightly.

"The person who is the Venerable of the Sword Dao, only the Venerable of the Sword has one ear. Although Lone is proud, he doesn't despise the Sword Dao Supreme in the world! The Sword Venerable is inconvenient to answer, so why should he damage himself?"

The emperor looked at the man below with sparse eyebrows and a calm face, and smiled calmly.

"It's a pity that the people on the other side, since they are even the people on the other side, are still in the same river after all, and they can't get rid of the shackles of the river. This kind of great array, exhausted by your Demon Realm, Qing Palace, and Heavenly Rebellion, will not last for many years. ”

"Otherwise, this realm can become a ferry in the river. ”