At this time, it was already the winter of the 99999999 year of the new calendar of the Heavenly Dependents, and it was also the last day of the year. As the New Year approached, no one in the Heavenly Dependents was happy, only endless fear and sorrow. Because tomorrow is the 100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,00 After this year, it is still unknown whether the Tianyi clan will exist next year.

Over the decades, the temperature has gradually increased, and now the temperature is more than ten degrees higher than usual throughout the year. Even the Demon Lord is helpless. The source of the temperature is underground, and the temperature of the underground increases dramatically, and it is like a large melting pot, and all living things above the furnace can only be slowly baked.

The strangeness of the temperature, everyone empathizes, and there are a series of subtle chain reactions that people don't know, but they are real. The destruction of the world is not a day's work, there are countless spiritual cultivators in the world, and the Heavenly Dao (God) is also constantly brewing, and the crisis is not coming, and when he shows his claws, no one can stop him.

The torrential rain has been raining for more than half a month, and there is no sign of stopping, but it is becoming more and more rapid. Mortals didn't know that high-level cultivators had already noticed that the raindrops contained a lofty and indifferent will. You don't have to guess to understand that this is the will of Heavenly Dao, and he doesn't know if the rainstorm is a notice of destruction like a murder notice, or if there is a different purpose in it.

"Great Demon Lord, bless us!"

"The Lord of the Devil is above, and your people have prayed to you. ”

"Oh my God, the end of the world is coming, how many tomorrows does the Heavenly Family have left?"

"Demon Lord Shenwei will definitely help us avoid the catastrophe of annihilation, definitely!"

All over the Tianlian clan, whether it is a layman or a cultivator, whether it is an overlord or a pariah, there are all kinds of feelings in their hearts at this moment, and they are not the same, only the sadness is the same. O lowly people, why are they mourning, they are mourning because they have no power. There is no power to resist the way of heaven, there is no power to grasp fate, there is no power to choose life and death. One by one, they can only pin their hopes on the demon lord. Although the hope on the demon lord's body is so weak, there is a trace of it, which is enough for them to give everything to fight.

It's dark night. No, it's a dark day. The torrential rain of the half moon has made it impossible to distinguish between night and day. Countless mortals crouched on the roofs of their houses, letting the rain wash over their bodies. What can their humble mortals do in the face of such a natural disaster? What is the use of roaring! What is the use of shouting! What is the use of cursing! What is the use of crying! What is the use of struggling! I know that it is useless, but I still roar, shout, curse, cry bitterly, and struggle. Why is that?

At this time, the torrential rain can already be called a flood. In the hundreds of millions of years of history of the Heavenly Dependents, such heavy rains are also rare. The mortal leaned over his body, swallowed his saliva, and wiped away two lines of tears without hesitation, which was so embarrassing. They sat on the rooftops, the water was still rising, and everyone knew that when the flood flooded the roof, it was their time of death.

All living beings are waiting for the coming of the end of the world, although the hundred thousand in their hearts do not want to come, and the millions dare not face it. Even so, everyone has to face it as always. What must be faced is called reality. Reality may be the most cruel force, he smashes all the beauty in the illusion, leaving no dross.

The bell of the abandoned Catholic church rang at ten o'clock in the evening, only a short hour before the end of God's life. The sound of bells wafts through the city and hits everyone's heart. The sound of the bell is like the footsteps of Yama, a palpitation of death.

"Look at that! A black-robed shadow flew by, it was a black-robed man. A seven or eight-year-old boy stood up from the roof, pointed to the sky and shouted excitedly. Everyone in the Heavenly Family understands that the black-robed man is the symbol of the Demon Director Chihiro. Because the demon lord usually shows people in black robes, the other cultivators and mortals of the Heavenly Family Clan dare not walk in black clothes.

The child's mother smiled bitterly, stood up too, and touched the child's head, thinking that a mortal could distinguish the shadow of the black robe on a dark and rainy night. In her cognition, even if there really was a black-robed person, most of them would not be able to see clearly under the cover of the night.

"Kids. You read it wrong. Lord Demon, he has more important things to do. ”

"But, but! I really saw it. ”

Suddenly, an earth-shattering rumbling sound sounded, and the electric light instantly illuminated the heavens and the earth, and in just a moment, it fell into the boundless darkness again. But just for a short moment, people saw the black-robed man and the demon lord. In an instant, the people of hundreds of cities in the west saw their leader, the Demon Lord. Dead and silent cities are boiling.

"Chihiro, the demon director of this seat, has come to extract the floods in the area of hundreds of castles. A domineering and majestic voice sounded, and then a huge whirlpool appeared, flooding the city, as if it was felt, and then waves of water, like water dragons, were all sucked away by the whirlpool. In the minutes before and after, the flood water in hundreds of cities was evacuated nine-nine-tenth.

The black-robed Ren Qianxun was not verbose, unleashed the teleportation magic technique, and rushed to the next area. The mortals of these hundreds of cities held their breath, and after a few breaths of silence, wave after wave of cheers was stronger than wave after wave. Such a great power shocked everyone and gave everyone a feeling of being reborn. Although the torrential rain continues, it is impossible to rise to the previous heights without half a month.

"Thank you, Lord Longne!"

"Demon Lord Kamui!"

"Demon Lord, we love you!"

Half a month ago, Ren Qianxun passed on the Dayu Immortal Technique that he had memorized in Qionglou Yuyu to the strong men of the Heavenly Dependents during the Tribulation Period. Dayu controls the water, and everyone knows the Earth and the Celestial Empire. So Ren Qianxun's three bodies and more than twenty Tribulation Period cultivators rushed to various places of the Heavenly Dependents Clan, extracted floods, and then poured the floods into the endless void outside the extreme west.

In a few minutes, the flood of hundreds of cities was evacuated, and nearly 30 people rushed non-stop to various parts of the Tianqi clan to save the people from fire and water. The gears of time continue to turn, and now there are only a few minutes until the dawn of the morning, the next day. And the flood crisis of the Heavenly Dependents has been resolved. The Tribulation Period cultivators couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Otherwise, before the end of the world comes, a large number of mortals will die in the flood.

Knock! Knock!

There are abandoned Catholic churches in every city, and the bells of the churches are ringing with incessant precision. The bell at this moment heralds the arrival of the Heavenly Dependents for 100 million years and the official beginning of the catastrophe of annihilation.

The torrential rain continues, but it will not threaten mortal lives for a short time. The flow of people, flowing endlessly, on the main roads, running and cheering, celebrating the new life. As everyone knows, an even bigger crisis is coming.

"I am God. The mandate of heaven cannot be violated!" An indifferent voice resounded throughout the Heavenly Clan. The rain was still falling, but the raindrops had been replaced by a sharp blade. Sharp blades with handles, high speed, dense like raindrops, sprinkled to the earth.

"Ahh

"Ahh

"Whew!Wow!Wow!Wow!Wow!"

The Heavenly Dao changed the torrential rain to the rain of swords, and a sharp blade fell, and mortals and beasts could not bear it. The crowd fell one by one, and the blood flowed like a river, and no amount of rain at this moment could wash away the bloody water.

"What a destiny that cannot be violated!" Ren Qianxun shouted pointing to the sky. God originally wanted to drown mortals with floods, but Ren Qianxun and others used Dayu's secret technique to control the water and drain the flood. So the Heavenly Dao rained down swords and slaughtered mortals. Heaven told you to die, and you had to die. This is called the inviolability of destiny