Volume: The Death of the Terrans

There are ten thousand worlds in the sky, floating in the endless chaotic sky.

There are human races in all worlds, and their number is huge, but compared with those races with extraordinary talents, the human race is weak in body, difficult to cultivate, and has a long way to seek immortals, making it one of the races with the lowest status.

After going through hardships, the human race has the power to break through the position of immortal venerable, and establish a realm for Pangu, the foundation of the human race.

After countless epochs, the human race finally rose to the sky, and then the geniuses came out one after another, the stars were shining, and the clan had a number of immortals, and countless immortal emperors, which was a prosperous age.

As a result, the Pangu Realm has become one of the three major realms, along with the Heavenly Demon Realm and the Demon God Realm.

However, prosperity must fall, and everything is certain.

In the center of the Pangu Realm, there is a heavenly pillar piercing the sky, surrounded by thousands of mountains, and around the heavenly pillar, there are thousands of figures floating, and everyone has blood and momentum in the sky.

At the top of the Heavenly Pillar, the wind was raging, and an old man in a green robe stood with his head held high, surrounded by nine men with different descriptions and dressed in crown robes.

The old man was wearing an ordinary blue linen robe, holding a wooden staff, and a green ox lying beside him, looking like an old farmer in the mortal world, but his eyes were full of light, as if the heavens and the earth were ups and downs.

I don't know how long it took, in the vast sky, a dazzling light flashed, and a thunder from the void shook the whole world!

The old man still stood still, and only after a long time did he say: "It is better to hold on to it, but it is not as good as it; it is not possible to keep it for a long time; it is rich and arrogant, and it is the way of heaven to leave oneself behind; and to retire after success." My senior brother is wrong! In the current situation, my strength is no longer enough! What I said to you before is the last glimmer of life, I don't know what you want?"

Beside him, nine men in crowned clothes bowed down and said in unison: "The building will fall, and we are willing to shed blood for our people! No complaints and no regrets! I also hope that my uncle will take action to save our people from danger!"

Beside the pillar of heaven, thousands of figures bowed down together and shouted: "We, we are willing to shed blood for our people!

The sound was like thunder, and even the thunder from the void was drowned out.

Among these thousands of people, most of them are Heavenly Immortals, and a small half of them are already Immortal Kings, plus the nine Immortal Emperors at the top of the Heavenly Pillar, they are already the last strength of the human race.

However, in the face of the alliance formed by the Heavenly Demons, the Demon Gods, and the Hundred Realms, such a force is insignificant!

If you don't enter the Immortal Venerable, there is only one Immortal Venerable in the human race now, and there are dozens of them in the coalition army!

The Terrans have reached the last moment!

The old man sighed, picked up the wooden staff and placed it flat in front of him, bowed to the heavens and the earth, and said: "I can't see the name of Yi, I don't know what I hear, and I can't say that I can't be famous." I am going against the heavens today, and I am willing to sacrifice with this body and walk in a trance!

He bowed lightly, but it seemed to stir the whole heaven and earth, the heavenly pillar trembled down, and bursts of Sanskrit sound suddenly sounded in the void, and a series of colorful Xuanguang rose from the top of the heads of those immortal emperors and immortal kings, blended and intertwined, and turned into a brilliant and incomparable ball of colorful light, shooting straight towards the sky, and finally collided with something, making a loud noise that shook the heavens and the earth...

In this instant, time and space all came to a standstill, and with the fall of the Heavenly Pillar, the entire Pangu Realm trembled, and then quietly disappeared, merging into nothingness.

At some point, the old man's body gradually faded, and at the moment when he was about to disappear completely, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face, and finally turned into a whisper that no one could hear.

"Heaven and earth can last long and long, because they do not generate by themselves, so they can live forever. It is the body that comes after the saint and the body that precedes it, and the body that exists outside the body. It is not because of its selflessness and evil, so it can become its selfishness. I see... Brother, you are really wrong... ”

With the complete disappearance of the old man, among the nine immortal emperors, one of the most burly strong men stood up, held up a list of colorful lights, stretched out his hand, and the list of words floated up, turned into a little light, and fell into the hands of everyone.

The Immortal Emperor said indifferently: "The way of the Immortal Venerable can last for several years at most, and although our clan has escaped great difficulties, it is still in danger. Our time is short, this thing is refined by all the Immortal Venerables, let's take it and prepare!

Those immortal kings and heavenly immortals turned around and walked on the same road, one of them was a man with a blue face and beard, and said solemnly to an old immortal king in a white robe beside him: "Old ghost, it's not that I'm afraid of you!

The old fairy king smiled casually: "The two of us have been fighting for half a year, who doesn't have the smell of blood of the other party's descendants in their hands? From now on, everything will not be mentioned! However, it is still necessary to fight! It depends on whose children are more promising in the future!"

For example, their people abound, and even the Immortal Emperors have filthiness on weekdays, but when the human race is in danger, everyone puts aside their grievances and asks for that glimmer of life!

With me Pangu, the human race is not a slave!

Volume 2:

In the chaos, one picture after another flows...

A silver-glittering battleship was suspended alone, and I don't know how long I waited, and the void in front of me suddenly rippled with layers.

In the command cabin of the battleship, there was a middle-aged man in a general's uniform, smiling and pressing the button at hand, and the battleship suddenly turned into a silver light and slammed into the middle of the ripples.

In an instant, the void seemed to be soaked in ink, and a large black spot appeared abruptly, and finally turned into a black hole, in the black hole, a giant hand full of barbed bristles made a few futile strokes, and then was swallowed by the black hole, and the void returned to tranquility.

In the distance, on a blue planet, countless people are praying with tears, however, the imaginary end has not yet come...

This year, there was a great drought in the world, ten houses and nine empty, there was hunger on the road, and the people were easy to eat.

There is a good man Li Weng, who opened a warehouse for relief, set up a porridge shed for ten miles, and saved countless people.

After a few days, the people were angry.

On the tenth day, there was a riot of displaced people and entered the Li Mansion with knives.

There is no surplus grain in the warehouse, and Weng eats vegetable minc.

In the wind and snow, an old beggar with broken legs supported the ground with both hands, climbed into the bank with difficulty, tried to straighten up, lay on the service windowsill, and shuddered and took out a bundle of gross tickets and a passbook: "Please help me transfer money... ”

After coming out, he slowly moved to a newsstand, made a phone call, and a crisp voice came from the other end of the phone, hey, hey, who.

The microphone slowly slipped in his hand, and he closed his eyes with a smile...

Twenty-one years ago, he broke his legs while mining a mine, and it was his brother who took him in.

Nineteen years ago, my brother died in a car accident, leaving behind a deaf sister-in-law and a child in her womb.

He was disabled and weak, so he could only go out to beg, dragging a pair of stump legs, suffering from white eyes every day, and curling up in the bridge cave to survive.

For more than ten years, my sister-in-law has been able to receive a remittance every month, some more or less, and some of them are whole things.

Now, Na Nizi has been admitted to university, and he has run out of gas...