Ten days later, when the last wisp of black fire dispersed, in a cloud of ashes, Zhou Ming got up. The once shiny silver hair has all been burned, and the bare body is covered with black ashes, and it looks black. Zhou Ming stood on top of the ashes of the wreckage, his wide purple eyes filled with tears. Looking at the place where there used to be a lake of lotus flowers like a fairyland, it is now a scorched earth, the fiery red jade has lost all its luster and shatters inch by inch, and the layer of black ash that covers it is the lotus flowers that have always accompanied him. Gone, everything is gone. His world, his home, is gone, and Brother Lotus is gone, only himself is left, and he is still alive here. Zhou Ming walked on this ash like a walking corpse, saying nothing or doing anything. It's just that while walking, the transparent beads kept falling, falling into the ashes, falling into the gaps, and rolling into the distance, which were Zhou Ming's tears.

In the end, Zhou Ming came to his own nest, where only half of the wreckage remained, and in the thick ashes, Zhou Ming suddenly felt a familiar fluctuation. The gaze in the distracted eyes finally gathered, and as if he was crazy, Zhou Ming rushed over and frantically dug up in the ashes, but found nothing. But Zhou Ming didn't stop, he directly destroyed the remains of his remaining nest, and then found that there was a small hole under the wreckage, and in the small hole, there were slight fluctuations emitting out. Regardless of it, Zhou Ming didn't have any other ideas at all, he directly used his claws and began to dig down, again and again. Although the jade bi was already broken inch by inch, soon, Zhou Ming's claws were still blurred with flesh and blood, after all, Zhou Ming did not have a strong body. But Zhou Ming didn't care, the physical pain was much easier than the pain in his heart.

Finally, when the purple blood of his claws was about to be stained all over his body, Zhou Ming dug out the thing that emitted familiar fluctuations. It was a piece of fiery red oval jade about the size of Zhou Mi, a part of the condensation of the jade at the bottom of the lake that had always accompanied him over the years. Tears flowed out of the eyes that had already dried up, slid out of the sockets, condensed into entities, and fell into ashes. Zhou Ming hugged the jade tightly into his arms, raised his head, looked at the sky in the sky, as if it would never change into the Taiyin star, and finally couldn't help it, and cried. The eternal Taiyin Star is high in the sky, as if witnessing everything that happened in the wilderness. And in the midst of the ashes, a wounded little fox, wailing in pain.

Zhou Ming left, carrying the piece of jade on his back and leaving. With his own legs, he left here step by step. Unable to use the purple flame to fly away, and unable to speak the Pangu language, the only thing Zhou Ming can rely on now is his own legs. Then Zhou Ming also understood that in fact, he was still dead, and his original body was also turned into ashes in that black fire. It's just that after being drenched in gray rain at the beginning, Zhou Ming began to change for the second time, and then in the long years, he was drenched in gray rain over and over again, and finally, in Zhou Ming's body, supernatural powers appeared. One tail and one life, at that time, what Zhou Ming got when he woke up was the second life. But this supernatural power, if it hadn't died this time, I'm afraid it wouldn't be until a long, long time later, Zhou Ming wouldn't find out. Therefore, Zhou Ming was reborn in the ashes, but Zhou Ming, who had just been reborn, was very weak, not to mention the divine patterns he had learned, even if it was a gifted purple flame, he couldn't use it. However, after discovering that the jade had been weakening and the color was gradually dimming, Zhou Ming knew that he couldn't continue to stay here, and he must, as soon as possible, find a suitable place for the jade.

It took Zhou Ming eight months to get out of this area where only black ashes remained, and then, in another two years, he left the scope of the black fire's influence. Every night, Zhou Ming would forcibly open his mouth and shout the word "moon" in Pangu language, pulling Yuehua to absorb the jade behind him, and because of this, although the jade was still dimming day by day, it finally survived. It doesn't wonder why the Pangu language has the word moon instead of the yin. The language is magical, as long as you recognize it, think that there is, then there is. When he came out completely, Zhou Ming turned his head, and in such a vast area, the endless life inside, and countless magical foreign objects, except for the dream, were all turned into black ashes under the explosion of the black ball.

After Zhou Ming temporarily placed the jade, he began to carefully explore the surroundings. Then I found out that except for those original creatures, all the other creatures, except for a few few, had fled a year ago. Zhou Ming rested here for the time being, and after almost ten years, seeing that the jade had recovered a lot, he dug it up again and set off again. It's not safe here, and the jade that has been with you for so long must find a safe place with a good environment to settle in. Soon, a thousand years have passed, and this is a thousand years that Zhou Ming did not sleep or study the Pangu language, but spent a thousand years completely. Every day, in addition to rushing, I still hurry, only stopping occasionally, finding a place, putting the jade on my back in the ground, and condensing the moonlight to nourish it.

Stepping on the burning purple flame, Zhou Ming ran in the air, and under his feet was the endless sparkling sea. has been staying at this beach for almost a hundred years, and Zhou Ming's injuries are almost healed. With a dull red jade on his back, Zhou Ming was in a good mood today, because he had finally found a suitable place. Starting from the seaside, Zhou Ming ran on the sea for a month, crossed huge waves, dodged hurricanes that connected the sky, and then came to a small island.

The island was lush and tall, but there was not a single living thing, not even the original one. But Zhou Ming doesn't care about this, in the center of this small island, there is a concave basin. Above the basin, there is a ball of light, which is bright and soft, as if it is spiritual. It does not devour the essence of the sun and the moon, but only breathes in and out with the waves, pulling the immeasurable ocean tides. Underneath it, there is a small stone tan, and the water of the pool is as clear as nothing. There is a spring in the pool, and the milky white spring water is constantly gushing out from the ground, tumbling out of the water surface, refracting a burst of colorful light, and then turning into a small bubble-like water ball, flying into the air.

Zhou Ming didn't know what the light in the air was, although he could feel that something was born inside, but it wasn't a big deal. Along the way, Zhou Ming saw a lot, and at first he thought it was some kind of heaven and earth treasure, innate spirit treasure or something. However, after accidentally breaking one, I found out that this is just a kind of thing presented by some special essence in a special environment, and maybe something will really be bred in the future, but the time it takes is immeasurable.

Because I don't know what kind of water this clear water is, and what characteristics and effects it has, I don't know, and for Zhou Ming, who can't understand this kind of water, the water god pattern can't show its strength. So after holding the jade, he jumped directly into the water, and soon, Zhou Ming found his target, which was a spring about one meter wide, and milky white liquid kept gushing out of it, looking as if there was a white jade pillar standing in this transparent pool water. Zhou Ming lay on the edge of the spring, and then struggled to climb in, the spring was very deep, and it took Zhou Ming two days to climb to the bottom. And at the bottom, on top of a stone cone, a white flame was burning silently.

Zhou Ming climbed in from the spring, so the bottom was naturally filled with spring water. And the white flame, in this water, was unaffected, burning spontaneously. Above the flames, the clear spring water was constantly burned and turned into a milky white liquid, and then poured upwards. Unceremoniously pushing away the stone cone under the white flame, Zhou Ming placed the jade behind him in front of the stone cone, and then stretched out his hand and grabbed the white flame. Just grabbed it, a touch of jade white began to spread from Zhou Ming's hand, and in the blink of an eye, a claw had already turned into white jade. Although the white flame looked light and fluttering, it was actually very heavy, and Zhou Ming used all his strength to only drag this flame a little below. And at such a time, it has been enough for the flame to release its own power, at this time, Zhou Ming has turned into a jade statue, but Zhou Ming is not afraid at all, although he has turned into a jade statue, but he still moves freely.

After some hard work, Zhou Ming finally moved the flame to the jade he brought, the dim jade, the moment it came into contact with this flame, seemed to regain its vitality, and the faint red inside gradually faded and turned into a piece of white. This familiar color is exactly the same as the piece of jade under me that I first saw in my distant memory. "Great, really, great. The rhythm rippled in circles, and Zhou Ming cried with joy, with two tears in the corners of his eyes.

After confirming that everything was fine, Zhou Ming left the spring and came outside. Instead of returning to the place where he lived temporarily, Zhou Ming stayed on this small island. Then, began the study of the "hidden" god pattern, yes, Zhou Ming wanted to hide this small island, and Zhou Ming was not ready to stay in one place for a long time. He's going over there, to the place where the black ball flew and seeing, what is it, destroying everything about him. He will never forgive the culprit.

With himself as the pen and the moon as ink, after learning the "hidden" divine pattern, Zhou Ming spent 30,000 years writing a huge divine pattern in the sky above this small island. Not only does it envelop the island, but its range even covers the surrounding sea area for nearly a thousand miles. Of course, this is not that Zhou Ming wants to write so big, just to ensure the effect, this size is a must. When the last stroke was completed, Zhou Ming activated the Divine Pattern. The light on the huge divine pattern flowed, and it quickly condensed into a physical entity, and then, as if losing gravity, this huge divine pattern smashed down from the sky. All of a sudden, the waves rolled and surged, and the waves were directly smashed by a huge force and turned into bursts of white mist. Zhou Ming stood in the air with his feet on the purple flame, but he didn't move, just stared at the island, which gradually faded, and then disappeared completely.

Raising his head, Zhou Ming looked at the thighs of the Pangu God who stood in the distance, ignoring the divine patterns that were intertwined in his heart. The original black ball was shot from that direction. Zhou Ming flicked his tail, and his body, which was originally only half a meter in size, suddenly swelled up, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a behemoth with a length of about thirty zhang and a tail of nearly fifty zhang. A pair of huge purple eyes flashed with a hint of resentment: "Absolutely, unforgivable." The blazing purple flame ignited from under his feet, and soon covered his whole body, and the monster wrapped in purple flames, after a long roar, rushed towards the sky, leaving behind him was an empty and boundless sea.