"Da Da ······"

"Dada······ Da Da ······"

There was silence for thousands of miles, but a slight sound of footsteps suddenly sounded in this vast heavenly palace, step by step on the pulse, and the ears seemed to be able to go through the body to the soul.

It's colder than this twilight snow.

The desolate north wind whistled through the ruins, whimpering, like a lonely old man moaning in pain. Crystalline snowflakes fluttered in the sky and covered the palace that had long been silent.

Through the gap in the snow curtain, you can see a corner of the cornice, which is extremely beautifully carved, telling the prosperity of the past, but now, an owl kiss has died there. On the cold remnants, there are a little blush, which will never go away.

Several mountain-like beasts spilled blood in the sky, although there were goose feathers and heavy snow, one after another, which could bury all the sins of the world, but it was far from covering the body of the roaring galaxy.

A dragon deer stood outside the Lingxiao Palace, ten thousand feet high, with a dragon's head and a bull's body, and golden blood qi rose from the heavenly spirit cover to the sky, submerging the nine heavens and ten earths! It's just that a world-shattering divine light pierced its eyebrows in an instant, killing the immortal primordial god, and its soul flew away.

A golden-winged Dapeng has a wingspan of thousands of miles, covering the sky and the sun, and in an instant, it can break through the sea of clouds and sway away, but it was killed by an arrow on the Nantian Gate. The feathers like fairy swords scattered everywhere, piercing through the void and splitting the heavenly palace into pieces.

Poor Qi Lie gave birth to wings, fierce and mighty, but was beheaded by a sword; Bi Fang Divine Bird stood on one foot, looking at all directions, just when a Nanming Dynasty fell from the sky from the fire temple, burning blood and dying; Nine Prime Ministers Liu Snake body is extremely long, coiled on the atrium Yue, eight of them are broken, facing the north and died······

It was getting dark, a sunset was crumbling, and a crescent moon was slowly rising. The blood-like sunset sank into the heavenly river that was about to dry up, like a red yellow spring, with the last obsession, flowing into the deepest part of the heavenly palace!

There were three tower-like altars, one taller than the other, all in the shape of seven corners, standing on three legs, and the whole body was pitch black. On the altar, there are countless immortal road patterns, exuding brilliance and mystery.

The footsteps stopped here, and a man in white stood with a sword in his hand, looking under the altar, where blood had gathered into a vast ocean, staining the sky with a sea of clouds. The indifference on his face was swept away, a look of disgust and hatred appeared in his eyes, and his palm quietly tightened the hilt of the sword.

Just about to pull it out, he suddenly looked at the top of his head, his delicate and handsome face remained silent, only to see that the place that was originally a void suddenly opened a crack that was hundreds of millions of miles long, deep and boundless, full of terrifying darkness.

Then, a purple pupil slightly smaller than the crack took over his field of vision, strange and mysterious. The purple runes in the cold and ruthless pupils rushed down, instantly filling the void, and an extremely weak and old voice sounded.

"No······ Retire ······"

"Sword ······ Absolutely ······"

"Three······ Ancient ······"

The man in white sneered when he heard this, raised his eyebrows slightly, and slowly pulled out the sword behind him.

"Why don't you dare!"

Every time the sword body is pulled out, there is an extra divine light between heaven and earth, and there is a roaring river between the galloping, and the clouds will be clear in an instant. There is a small world in every divine light, there are immortals in the dust, standing up to the sky and the earth, the fairy mist soaring upwards, and thousands of laws flying.

The tip of the sword is slightly exposed for half a minute, and the sun hangs on the left side, the sun is like fire, and the moon hangs on the right, and the silver light is like water. The sword spike shook lightly by an inch and three minutes, and it fell down ten thousand galaxies, like chaos permeating, covering the entire heavenly palace without a sound, and it was impossible to see the edge at a glance.

The purple pupils had no sorrow or joy, and their pupils turned into hundreds of millions of thunderbolts, instantly paving into a sea of thunder.

The Thunder Dao was like an immortal waterfall, pouring down from the dead silence of nothingness, and the rumbling sound resounded through the heavens and the earth, rolling and attacking. Then the fairy waterfall stopped, condensed into a spear of thunder punishment, as big as the stars, the power of the extreme road was mighty, the heavenly universe collapsed, and the avenue roared.

Not only that, but above the heavenly court, which was revered as the place of heaven at the end of the ancient times, was covered by the vast sea of fog at some point, but it was extremely dark, and I didn't know what was in the haze.

The man in white looked up, and the black mist was rushing endlessly, straight towards the thunder spear, as if a behemoth was turning over the river and the sea. There were runes in his eyes that turned into swords, rushed into the sky, and in an instant, he pierced through the void and arrived at the sea of fog, and the divine light diffused, illuminating the four heavens!

When he saw what it was, his face became solemn for a moment, his heart sank slightly, and drops of sweat slipped down his cheeks and flew into the depths of the clouds. His right hand clenched the hilt of his sword, and he didn't move a single bit, but he hesitated in a rare way.

From the far east to the far west of the sky, almost the entire heavenly dome is supported by a purple snake tail, which is winding its way through the high sky. The body of the snake that covered the sky and the sun was submerged in the fog from time to time, and the snake scales were flickering with a cold and bloodthirsty cold light.

A red snake head drilled out of the sea of fog, the cyan snake body and the purple snake tail suddenly shrank into three feet, and the thunder spear turned into a hideous and terrifying horn, about seven feet, growing between its forehead.

A pair of ice-blue snake eyes were like eternal frost, reflecting the figure of the man in white, like an ant.

He didn't hesitate, he inserted the sword back into the scabbard with a flick of his fingers, and the galaxy roared under him, spreading up along the soles of his feet.

Every time a Dao body merged, the aura of the man in white rose by a point, and many Dao bodies were like a hundred rivers entering the sea, integrating into his body, and the momentum of his body also became majestic and wanton, earth-shattering!

The red snake's neck shrank back.

The sand and gravel of time flew, like dust floating in the early morning light, so small that no one ever cared, but it always floated lightly in the void. With a long river flowing through the ruins of the Heavenly Palace, it seemed to cover all things in heaven and earth with the gentlest palm in the world, and everything was wiped out.

When the snow is stagnant, it is so crystal clear, as if it has been condensed in the years, and the ice has penetrated the past and present.

The man in white bent his legs slightly.

The cold north wind blew to the south, blowing a river of spring water, and a few begonia flowers from Xichuan rose from the river. The flowers bloom charmingly, exuding a rich and elegant fragrance, and suddenly wither, and a series of clear water droplets quietly slide from between the petals, which turned out to be an instant fragrance.

Red clouds suddenly appeared in the withered begonia flowers, and a cyan swallow swayed its wings, cutting through the sky, rising against the sky, carving the outline of fate.

In the past, there was a Buddha in the extreme west, who built the road and said: A flick of a finger is an instant of sixty years, and an instant is nine hundred lives and deaths.

After an instant, the thunder spear fell, piercing the heavens and the earth, and suddenly the mountains and rivers were discolored, and the sun and moon were gone!

Before the nine hundred lives and deaths were reached, a loud sword groan sounded like a real dragon was born, shaking for nine days!