How many years, I don't know how many years have passed, and the earth star is spinning as always. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoEvery time you make a revolution, it's a day. And so it was, day after day, year after year.

The temporal torrent of Earth and its surroundings is incompatible with the entire chaotic universe. No one knows whether the time of the Earth Star passes faster, or the time of the chaotic universe in the outside world passes faster.

For hundreds of years, thousands of years, Mu Ran was like a corpse, lying quietly here for a long, long time. It's as if he's back in the beginning, he lives in an endless void, he doesn't have to think, he doesn't have to look, he doesn't even have to remember that he exists in this world.

Over the years, this desolate land has gradually begun to come to life. I don't know when, the rich vitality began to explode on this planet. In the East, there is a legend of Nuwa creating man, and in the West, there is also a story of Jehovah's creation of the world. All kinds of deeds and myths began to spread on the planet. As the protagonist of heaven and earth, human beings have always been the most prosperous species.

As the two most prosperous forces in the East, Daomen and Buddhism have carved up almost all the power of faith in the East. In comparison, the power of Buddhism is slightly inferior to that of Daomen, and even here, there is no way to defeat the three saints of Daomen.

I don't know why, Jieyin, Zhun Ti, Taishang, Yuan Shi, Tongtian, and Nuwa seem to have forgotten the original purpose of coming here. Their every move, like a marionette, was firmly in the hands of Hongjun Dao Ancestor. What they did was just Hongjun's arrangement.

The demon race and the witch race, as a huge race second only to the human race, also occupy a place in the east. It's just that this time, the founder of the Wu clan is no longer the Twelve Ancestral Witches, but Wu Yan. Almost all the supernatural powers of the Twelve Ancestral Witches have been successfully multiplied.

In order to commemorate the twelve ancestral witches, every time Wu Yan appears, he will appear as one of the twelve ancestral witches, so that in the records of the historical books, the Wu clan is still dominated by the twelve ancestral witches.

As for the demon clan, it was formed by Nuwa Niangniang.

Wu Yan and Nuwa have both lost their memories of the past, and the only thing they remember in their hearts is to help their race to reproduce successfully and ensure that their race will not be destroyed. Other than that, everything is left behind by chance.

In the West, Jehovah God is developing his religion continuously. There are also more and more people who believe in him. There, he was involved in almost all mortal countries.

Under the Yellow Spring, the Daoist Master of Huangquan, who had finally recovered from his injuries, was carefully teaching Xiao Luolan.

In the furnace at the center of the earth, the Burning Dao Lord Phoenix slept quietly in the magma, his eyes closed.

They seem to have forgotten what they thought in their hearts, and even forgotten that this is not the world they are in. Many times, getting lost is more terrible than not knowing the way in the first place.

The only one who came with his complete goal, complete thinking, and complete memory may be only one person, and that is Daozu Hongjun.

It is also possible that he was once again immersed in the desire for power, and thus forgot the purpose of his original visit.

"How can this be reasonable, how can this be reasonable! I worked hard and tried my best to make these brainless people all believe that there was a great chance that day, and they all ran to the earth star one by one. There, even the slightest change in the planet will affect them. When the time comes, no one who is on the earth will be able to escape death!"

"Dao, why, why! I have been calculating so many Genesis so much, so I have tried my best to catch all these extra guys. Why, and on what basis do you interfere with me?"

Mingzun had long lost his past calmness, and his face was crawling with terrible hideousness. There was almost blood oozing out of his red eyes.

This small restaurant in the Central World couldn't withstand such a powerful force at all, and it was directly shocked into powder. Everyone present, including the soul, was sucked into the body by the Destiny.

"You want them to live? You want to give them hope? Hmph, okay, okay, then I'll turn your hope into disappointment! Don't you want them to lose their memories and lose themselves? Do you think I can't see that you're protecting them?"

"In this case, I want to make the earth and the stars chaotic, even more chaotic, and you can't control them! Such a few people, if you can erase their memories, then I don't believe it, I have filled the earth and stars with people, what else can you do!"

"Hahahaha, I am the Destiny Venerable, I am the one who controls everyone's destiny, Dao, you can't do it, never will!"

Mingzun stood up, his hands pointing to the sky, and a deep purple light emanated from his fingertips, faintly, but it resonated with something above the heavenly dome.

"Roar!" In the skynet, a pair of scarlet eyes suddenly lit up, and immediately after, the entire skynet was completely dyed dark purple.

"Go, go, since so many of you want a chance, then I will fulfill you, hahaha!"

The deep purple light spread like rain to all corners of the central world, and it was only for a moment that it stopped, as if nothing had happened.

"The Gate of Heaven, open it for me again!"

Anyone who is drenched in the dark purple light rain, whether he is a human or a demon, an immortal or a Buddha, a god or a demon, as long as he is still within the Three Realms and Six Realms, as long as he is still a creature in this chaotic universe, he will not be able to get rid of the shackles of purple light. The most important part of their souls was violently pumped out and stuffed into the Heavenly Gate.

The only remaining super masters in the central world, such as Luo Yu, Rakshasa, Samsara Sect Ancestor, Divine Calculation Daoist, Satan, Hill, King Solomon, Baal, and Jade Emperor Daoren, also had no way to get rid of the shackles of purple light, and threw themselves into the Heavenly Gate one after another.

"If you want to be chaotic, I will send you chaos! If you want to take the earth star as the center of the universe and use the earth star to evolve the central world again, then I will accompany you. This game is not yet the end!"

"It's not a big deal if it's a little bit different. You only need to wash away the memories that these people shouldn't have, and you can complete it again according to your ideas. Dao, I will send you another Lich War, send you a battle of the gods, in short, you wait!"

From anger to laughter, Mingzun gently waved his hands as if he was directing music. His figure had already come to Buzhou Mountain the moment the house turned into powder, which could be called the top of the Heavenly Pillar.

Facing the wind, his actions are as if he is directing the world, playing a piece of music that fits his thoughts.

Among the stars.

I don't know if it's a hundred years or a thousand years, the measure word of time is really not a big deal for Mu Ran. He has been around for many years longer than the vast majority of people combined.

The wind and rain were blowing, the ice was scorching, and Mu Ran lay there quietly like a corpse, until a familiar voice came into his mind.