The sun is not eternal, it is eternal. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAs time goes by, as night falls, there will be a moment of gloom.

The night is getting deeper, except for the endless starry sky, the night of Dongsheng Shenzhou can vaguely see the surrounding things, but it is better than Xiniu Hezhou's hand without seeing five fingers.

Although this place has been separated from the poor mountains and bad waters, but after all, it is still in the mountains and forests, and at night, it is inevitable that it will be relatively cooler.

Leaning against the edge of a big tree, the red boy had quietly fallen asleep with his fiery spear in his arms. The Holy Child King Red Child, who originally occupied the mountain and dominated one side, at this time, was just a sleeping child, shrunk into a ball, and smashed his mouth in his sleep, not knowing what delicious food he dreamed of again.

Xiniu Hezhou, no matter what time it is, is full of dangers. Occupy the mountain as the king, to put it nicely, he is a demon king, but his status is no different from the bandit leader in the mortal world, and he doesn't know when he will be exterminated. Red Boy is just a child, but he has to shoulder the heavy responsibility of life and death on a mountain, and it is difficult for him to do so long.

Now that he has met Mu Ran, this master, who has a lot of strength and status beyond him, will protect him on the side, giving him a feeling that he has not experienced for a long time, as if he was the amiable father a long time ago. It's just that since that damn fox appeared, this beauty is gone forever.

A cold wind blows, and the night breeze between the mountains and forests is always so cold that it can even be cold to the bone marrow. The cold wind blew through the red boy who was huddled into a ball, making him shiver involuntarily, but he didn't wake up, turned over, and continued to sleep.

Seeing this scene, Mu Ran silently took off the fiery red robe on his body and gently covered the red child's body. Looking up at the sky and looking at the twinkling stars in the sky, my heart seemed to be touched.

Perhaps, the former self was like this star, struggling between endless chaos, but now it is different.

Looking back, Mu Ran looked at the red boy who was sleeping soundly, and seemed to show a warm smile.

No matter how difficult the situation is, no matter how difficult the battle situation is, here, after all, is the home of the demon clan of Xiniu Hezhou, as long as you can still have free time, you can settle down, relax, have a good rest, and experience the warmth of home. But what about himself, just a foreign tourist. Helpless, in this strange world. The so-called Heavenly Emperor of the Demon Clan of Xiniu Hezhou is just an identity that he forcibly added to himself in order to comfort himself.

When you are tired, the red boy can rest, and even the Bull Demon King and Peng Demon King can rest, but what about themselves?

I still pin my hope of going home on the slim detachment. But even if you have the strength to transcend everything, can you really go back to the past and return to your own world?

In this world, although I am not standing at the highest point now, I can be regarded as having to get the wind and the rain. But if you go back to the past, you may be left with nothing again. It's just that if you can go back, even if you give up everything, you will have no regrets.

The raging flames that were originally burning in my heart began to slowly subside at this moment. The ninety-nine burning cycle of the Seven Void Flames also began to cool down little by little, no longer as irritable and fiery as before.

Closing his eyes, Mu Ran began to let go of his mind, little by little, slowly blending into this mysterious and quiet night sky, to feel the silence of all voices.

The cold wind blew Mu Ran's body, but he was motionless, indifferent, and there was nothing that could move his quietness.

Suddenly, the tightly closed eyes opened, and what flashed was no longer the red firelight that had been, but the deep silence of pitch black, pitch black, mysterious, unpredictable, and elusive.

"My way is the way home. At all times, this is my obsession, an obsession that will always concern me. It is said that obsession is the most undesirable thing and will hinder progress. Then, I will take this obsession as my motivation and my path. My way, my way, is obsession, the way of obsession. No one heard the whispering words, but in the dark, above the sky, there was a flash of blue light, as if to announce that in this heaven and earth, there will be another person who has found his way.

When I came back to my senses, this world was still the same world, the night was still so quiet, and the red boy was still resting there in a daze, as if nothing had happened.

Firming up the direction and clarifying the goal, Mu Ran had no fear, put his hands behind his back, and the whole person slowly blended into the dark night without moving, until the dawn came.

In the depths of chaos, where Hongmeng has not been opened, the small blue light flashed and disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only a trace of echoes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, but as if it had never appeared.

Outside the sky, in the depths of the auspicious clouds, in the Zixiao Palace.

Since the Great War of the Gods, Zixiao Palace can be said to have never been opened again, because even a few saints don't know what happened, but they have learned about it from the edict of Dao Ancestor Hongjun a few days ago.

In the past, when the great god of Pangu held the axe of opening the heavens and split the fetal membranes of heaven and earth in Hongmeng, the aftermath of the scattering also had infinite power. I don't know how many independent energy spaces have been split, and I don't know how many existences like a desolate world have been born because of this.

Of course, the desolate world is born from the true orthodox origin of heaven and earth, and it is naturally the real core of the world, but the surrounding small world is not really going to revolve around the desolate world. Creatures are also born in small worlds, and there will also be strong people.

Where there are living beings, there will be disputes. The true Pure Land of Bliss, the Eternal Realm, I am afraid that if we look for another 10,000 or 10 million years, it will not be possible. Over time, the creatures in those small worlds are also fighting one after another, becoming more and more powerful and more and more difficult to control.

There is no doubt that the world can be annexed from world to world. Some world lords may control a small area, and their own strength is also weak and pitiful, even the golden immortal is insufficient, but some world lords are strong, not to mention the quasi-saint level, even if it is the saint level.

There is one thing that is agreed among these worlds, that is, the world of the strong can swallow up the weak, and the world can merge with each other.

In the poor desolate world, the original world lord Pangu God fell when he opened the sky. Later, Dao Ancestor Hongjun concealed this principle for a long time because of his own selfishness, which made the growth of the desolate world extremely slow, and the world that was the origin of Hongmeng gradually showed signs of being surpassed by other worlds.

This is also the reason why Dao Ancestor Hongjun summoned several saints a few days ago.

Without him, there is already a part of the world that aims at this desolate world full of heaven and earth spiritual treasures and spiritual plants.

The world and the world are involuntarily swimming in the vast Hongmeng chaos, and even if he is the master of the world, he has no way to control it. Recently, Daozu Hongjun discovered that several worlds that were not too small had begun to gradually approach the flood wilderness.

Perhaps, the battle that far exceeds the battle of the lich and the war of the gods will happen because of the collision of this world.