Tongtian took Xu Siyuan to the chaos.

This is the second time Xu Siyuan has come to the Tongtian Dojo, and the other Xu Siyuan can't feel it, but Xu Siyuan feels that the Tongtian Dojo seems to be a little smaller.

It's only a little smaller, but Da Luo Jinxian's feeling shouldn't be wrong.

Tongtian said softly at this time: "There is nothing to become, and there is nature that can also be turned into nothing." ”

"Open up a dojo in the chaos for the teacher, and the chaos naturally wants to devour the dojo for the teacher. ”

"Chaos can be turned into a world, and the world can return to chaos. ”

"Most living beings in the world are reincarnated in life and death, and the worlds of all sizes cannot escape the fate of becoming, living, deteriorating, and empty! ”

Xu Siyuan asked, "Will the desolate world opened by the Pangu God also have a bad day?"

"The Three Thousand Great Roads are all in the Flood Wilderness, so the Flood Wilderness has dragons and phoenixes, and the Lich is immeasurable, but the Flood Wilderness itself is an immortal existence. It's just that if it is not thoughtful, there will be a gap in the flood famine. ”

Tongtian Dao: "The limbs of the Xuan Turtle can support the heavenly dome, but the limbs of the Xuan Turtle can't suppress the three thousand avenues!"

"Nuwa refining colorful stones to make up for the sky, cutting off the limbs of the Xuan turtle to support the sky, the flood seems to have returned to the way it was before the fall of Buzhou Mountain, but in fact many things have been changed!"

No, Zhou Shan is more important than Xu Siyuan estimated!

Xu Siyuan seemed to understand something, and Xu Siyuan asked: "If you don't think about it, will the three thousand demon gods one day come out of the flood wilderness?

"Then I would like to ask you who split the chaos?" asked Tongtian.

"It's the great god Pangu. Xu Siyuan replied.

"Who opened up the flood again?"

"Who killed three thousand demon gods, took three thousand avenues, and laid a foundation for transcendence for the flood wilderness. ”

"Who held up the heavenly dome, embodied all things, and made the flood have endless vitality and color?"

Whether it's Pangu, or Pangu, it can only be Pangu.

Tongtian smiled: "Father God has done so much for us, we saints can't always be unweaned children." ”

"If there really is a day - three thousand demon gods will come out of the chaos!"

"I'm just going to fight!"

Tongtian's gaze fell through the chaos into the desolation.

"If there really is such a day, if we saints can kill another three thousand demon gods, I only hope to be able to accomplish one thing. ”

"What's the matter?" asked Xu Siyuan curiously.

"Change your name, change your name for the flood famine. ”

Tongtian looked at Xu Siyuan and asked, "What do you think of the name Pangu Realm?"

Xu Siyuan had never thought much about it before, and when he said that Xu Siyuan was shocked: Since it is the world opened by Pangu, Pangu has paid so much for this world. Why is this world called the Flood World and not the Pangea Realm?

Xu Siyuan thought for a moment and replied, "The name of Pangu Realm is very good!"

The name Pangea is really good.

Because there is the word Pangu!

Greatness like Pangu does not require sentient beings to remember him.

But greatness like Pangu should always be remembered.

Xu Siyuan didn't ask why the world opened by Pangu was called the Flood Desolation Realm, Tongtian who could tell him would definitely say it, and Xu Siyuan, who couldn't say it, wouldn't ask.

This is the tacit understanding between master and apprentice!

At this time, Tongtian finally looked at Pangu's heart with some reluctance.

Tongtian said to Xu Siyuan: "Remember what Father's heart looks like, if one day you can cultivate your heart to the level of Father, then you will definitely be able to sanctify your body." ”

"Even if it's a little weaker than the Father's heart, it's enough for you to open up that world. ”

"After all, there is only one Father in the world!"

"There is only one flood in the world!"

Xu Siyuan kept Pangu's heart firmly in mind.

Then Tongtian integrated the two ancestral witch spirits into Pangu's heart.

If the heart of Pangu no longer beats, then the heart of Pangu will slowly decay as time passes.

Since the heart of Pangu is destined to disappear, it is better to put the two ancestral witch essences into the heart of Pangu.

The ancestral witch was originally transformed by the essence and blood of Pangu, and the spirit of the ancestral witch returned to the heart of Pangu like a tired bird returning to its nest.

Tongtian did not see the slightest obstacle when he integrated the ancestral witch essence into the heart of Pangu, and even the two ancestral witch essences seemed to be eager to actively integrate into the heart of Pangu.

The essence of the ancestral witch flowed in the heart of Pangu, and the essence flow was like blood flowing.

The heart of Pangu, which had been somewhat shriveled, became full again.

The surface of the Heart of Pangu also became rosy.

"Boom!"

A voice rang out in the dojo of Tongtian.

The voice is eternal and desolate.

The voice resounded throughout the dojo.

As soon as this voice sounded, Xu Siyuan's heart beat with it.

Needless to say, this is exactly the heart of Pangu beating again.

"The Heart of Pangu... Alive!" Xu Siyuan said in surprise.

Tongtian was first happy, and then Tongtian said: "You can take a closer look at Yichenzi." ”

"Boom!"

There was another loud bang, but it was clear that it was a little weaker.

Xu Siyuan observed carefully and found that the ancestral witch essence was obviously lacking vitality in the heart of Pangu, and the speed of the ancestral witch essence qi was getting slower and slower.

The Heart of Pangu is still beating, but the frequency of the Heart of Pangu is getting slower and slower, and the sound of the Heart of Pangu is getting smaller and smaller.

Even the Pangu Heart itself is slowly getting smaller.

Every beating of the Heart of Pangu seemed to be a final farewell to the world.

Yes, it is not easy to resurrect the ancestral witch, and how difficult it should be for the heart of Pangu to resurrect.

may know that this is his last beat, so every beat of Pangu's heart has a trace of blood and origin compressed.

These blood and qi origins are fused with the ancestral witch essence.

Pangu's heart is getting smaller and smaller, but the ancestral witch's essence is gradually changing from a gaseous state to a solid state.

This is the last gift of the Heart of Pangu.

After a long time, Pangu's heart stopped beating.

The heart of Pangu, which was originally as big as a mountain, disappeared in front of Xu Siyuan's eyes little by little.

Pangu is gone, and Pangu's last relic, the Heart of Pangu, is gone.

But after all, there are memories left.

Something else remained—two drops of crimson blood the size of a human skull, where the Heart of Pangu had vanished.

The two drops of essence blood are bright red, and the two drops of essence blood are only the size of a skull, but they seem to contain endless vitality and infinite power.

The two drops of essence blood exuded a faint coercion in the air, this coercion Xu Siyuan was very familiar with, this was the coercion of Pangu.

"Ancestral Witch Essence Blood or?" Xu Siyuan asked, looking at Tongtian.

"You guessed it right,"

Tongtian said slowly: "This is... The blood of the Father!"

(Several readers today asked me why I didn't make it on the shelves, and some wanted to vote for me on a monthly ticket.) To be honest, I know how I write, and my book has mixed in too many of my own personal goods from the protagonist to others, such as my own name, my own views on love, friendship, family affection, and my own understanding of the wilderness. It's a book that is self-entertaining, and there are still many readers willing to read it, and sometimes it's actually quite touching in my heart. I haven't asked for a recommendation for a long time.,My idea is very simple.,I'm sure I'll finish writing this book no matter what the grades.,In this case, just write it down slowly.。 Someone is willing to support the best, and if not, it can be regarded as fulfilling my own dream of fiction. If the editor doesn't tell me when it's on the shelves, then I won't ask, and you can also read more free chapters. ）

(Actually, I was going to go fishing tomorrow, and I wanted to have a holiday on May Day, but since some readers care about me, I still decided to make up the two chapters I owe you tomorrow.) ）