Gu Chuanxia no longer hesitated, put his fingers together, and slashed at Ao Yan's arm with a sword, wanting to unload the entire arm that she was connected to the strange spark. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

With one arm missing, the body of the Broken Dragon Clan is strong, as long as it takes a little effort, it will come back from cultivation sooner or later. Life is gone, but there is nothing.

It stands to reason that Gu Chuanxia has been cautious enough.

He didn't touch the untouchable spark, and naturally he shouldn't be pulled into the despair of civilization's destruction.

But he misestimated how special this spark was.

He is too self-righteous, using the information he has to measure things that he cannot estimate, and this is his greatest stupidity.

Now it's time for the ancient legend to pay the price for his stupidity.

The sparks exploded into a dazzling brilliance, and it was like the scenery of the Nine Heavens Milky Way, sprinkled with starlight, and falling into the sea. Everywhere the dazzling light passed, everything was shrouded, unable to resist, let alone dodge.

Ancient legends are no exception.

He was wrapped in the flaming flowers.

The birth and destruction of civilizations are in his eyes, shuttling wantonly. He can truly feel the sorrow and pain of every life, every country, and every civilization when it is destroyed.

Even with the powerful mind of the ancient legend, in the face of such pain, he still had to swing his sword to kill himself, and he couldn't bear to continue to witness such cruelty.

"Bang! bang!"

There was a burst of explosion, and the red lotus flowers on the ice lake began to wither rapidly, and the bright red lotus petals broke off from the lotus pod, turned into a ball of fire, and fell on the ice lake.

The cold wind blew, and the burning lotus petals, like pieces of fiery red cotton, scattered in all directions.

The frozen cold pool gradually thawed under the color of the fire, and the huge lotus pods towered above the civilized glacial lake, which was particularly eye-catching.

The chaotic battle gradually began to subside. The fragrance of the lotus pod touches the hearts of many living beings all the time. The round and full lotus seeds dotted in the lotus canopy continue to exude a miraculous glow.

Each lotus pod has a full eighteen lotus seeds, and there are no less than 100 lotus pods in this pond.

If you can exhaust the lotus canopy in this pool and use it on one person, you can even directly create a peak Golden Immortal powerhouse.

A battle that cools down a little does not mean that peace has come.

It's just a prefix for a much more brutal battle.

Blood continued to penetrate the earth, spreading deep along an invisible web.

At this moment, the ancient legend was shrouded by that strange spark, and he had completely fallen into chaos.

His thinking was divided into countless small fragments, and in the dream, he was thrown into different time and space, accepted memories that did not belong to him, and experienced different lives.

At this moment, all that remains of the ancient legend is a shell, and his soul has long been shattered.

Unless all the shattered 'ancient heroes' can wake up again, break every knot in his heart, and return from hundreds to one, he will sleep forever.

Barbarian times.

Under the infinite blue sky, the proud son of the Xuanyao led the people of the tribe to conquer the battlefield. Wherever the black light passed, there was a scorched earth, and no one could stop it.

But all invincibility has an end date.

The proud son of the Xuanniao also met his mortal enemy.

So all the pride of the past was reduced to flowing water, and he became a lowly mount, driven by others, enslaved and even humiliated, irrefutable.

Until the end of the era, he was abandoned by his mortal enemy, his current 'master', as a stand-in, and fell into the catastrophe of the era, and disappeared in ashes.

The Ancient Age.

In the twilight of the gods, he is a mortal beast who has luckily obtained the essence blood of the gods. With the power of that bloodline, he constantly challenged the peak, constantly standing on the top of a higher mountain, looking up to the gods. He is so conceited that one day he will stand on the same level as the gods and speak to them on an equal footing.

But when it all came, it turned out to be nothing more than a hoax. The seemingly fallen god sprinkled his own essence blood all over the world, but in fact, let others help him condense his essence blood and restore his strength. Until one day, he will return and seize all the power of the so-called 'lucky one', who has been practicing for thousands of years. Because the root of everything comes from that drop of essence and blood, he has no power to resist in front of that god.

Together with the conceit, reduced to inferiority. All the anger and unwillingness were wiped out under the infinite catastrophe.

No one will ever remember that there was a legend, and no one would ever remember that there was a mortal beast who dared to challenge the gods when they were on the earth.

Eternal times.

The gods are dim, and countless grassroots powerhouses have suddenly risen, and this is an era of genius flickering. But again, in such an era, ordinary people are destined to always be a supporting role. And a slightly weaker genius is always a stepping stone for the strongest genius.

And he is a genius of a small place, he is the pride of a people, and he carries the faith and hope of the whole race.

But it was this hope and belief that was ruthlessly trampled on by an even more powerful genius in an instant. His race, destroyed because of his talent, and his wife, because of his talent, was robbed.

Everything is just to force him to grow and force him to be strong. And then when he grows into a stepping stone that is tough enough, thick enough. He was once again trampled under his feet and trampled on wantonly. watched the enemy grow up with his own 'help'.

is also resentful and unwilling, this hatred, exhausted the three rivers and five lakes, and it is difficult to wash away.

Ancient times.

He is a noble dragon breed who enjoys all the wonders of time.

Until he stepped on the peak carefree and transformed from a dragon to a divine dragon.

All nobility has been beaten to the dust. Among the Shenlong clan, he is just a lowly mongrel, and he is just a subordinate who can be wantonly humiliated or even erased.

Once having, and then being completely and mercilessly deprived, this humiliation, cannot be described.

Dark Ages.

It was a forgotten era, a time of greatest humiliation for humanity.

Many ancient human emperors have disappeared, and mankind has lost its mainstay. In the face of the oppression of the hundred races, the human race discarded all their pride and fighting spirit, and had to make compromises.

spontaneously contribute the clansmen to the devouring beasts. Spontaneously handed over the beauties of the clan to keep them safe. All wealth belongs to outsiders, and the human race can only continue to use their own blood and sweat in exchange for survival.

This is a time of abandonment.

Even in later generations, there is no record of this era, so that people have forgotten this era and forgotten the sorrow of this era.

But it was this era that created the reproduction and prosperity of the human race in later generations.

This is the darkness before dawn.

Sections of life, sections of tragedy, and sorrow are constantly staged in reincarnation.

In the midst of such a catastrophe, in such a sad and lamentable life, the soul of the ancient legend continues to sink. His primordial spirit became weaker and weaker, more and more emaciated.

If he continues, he will die out completely, just as the moment of burning leaves only the embers of fireworks.

Time passed bit by bit, and the ancient legend who was wrapped in sparks and kept sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of clarity flickered slightly in his misty eyes.

The suffering of the past finally did not trap him, and from the endless memory calamity, he finally woke up.

With the return of some of the ancient legends' consciousness, the dead knots in the memories are untied.

One by one, the grievances were gradually resolved.