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After some casual conversation. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info: Under Simon's explanation, Mo Yan understood the whole story of the war that year. Looking at the room full of God Refining and God Casting Monk Mo Yan couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "It is worthy of an ancient inheritance. Even the ultimate power is not willing to touch. Otherwise, if it were an ordinary force, I am afraid that it would have been wiped out long ago and ruthlessly wiped out."

Under Simon's arrangement, Mo Yan sat alone on the top of the Stygian Mountain. It is said to be the top of the Stygian Mountain, but in fact there is nothing. When I first visited a thousand years ago. Mana is not enough. I thought that the end of this Stygian Mountain and Dark Tree was another interface hidden in the Endless Void. Think about it to this day. He has advanced to the power of forging gods. Goodbye, this Styx is still as unpredictable as facing the Metaverse in the sect.

"Maybe it's not an artificial interface. Maybe it's really a place for other creatures to live in. Mo Yan knows that there are still many mysteries in this world waiting to be solved. Even the level of the Holy Lord's physical body becoming an immortal back then could not truly explore the true existence of the Yin Si Realm. Not to mention that now he is a little god-casting monk.

There was nothing but endless aura all around. Mo Yan has been sitting in this state like this. Motionless like a clay sculpture. Suddenly, one day, a five-colored halo bloomed all over his body. Transformed into a humanoid sun, it continued to shine brightly towards the sky. Such a vision instantly detonated the entire underworld. Everywhere high repairs or personally sit under the mountain of Hades. Or carefully figure out the perception through the formation of the image.

For more than 300 years, Mo Yan has always been tightly closed, and his six senses have remained ethereal. Let the aura that can be seen everywhere in the void continue to erode and wash away your body. Ignorance and unawareness. Immerse yourself fully into the underworld. Turn into a speck of dust and let the wind and rain blow. Sun. Watching mortals grow old, sick and die. Cultivators break through the realm. The new ones thrive. The old are dying. The cycle of all things. Endlessly. Scene after scene.

"Who are you. From there. Where is it going. Suddenly, an inexplicable voice sounded from the void like a heavenly sound, running through all the cells in Mo Yan's mind. "Who. Mo Yan, who had been sitting indifferent for a long time, was extremely lucky to capture this trace of immortal breath in an instant, just like catching dust in the endless dome.

"Wow wow. A picture of a baby croaking to the ground jumped into Mo Yan's mind. It's crystal clear. This is a time of famine. The human population is extremely vulnerable. can only rely on the formation that has been continuously strengthened from generation to generation. In addition to a few amazing and decisive top powerhouses, they are fortunate to be able to get out of the wilderness and appreciate the excitement of the outside world. Everyone else can only live their entire lives like captive animals, growing, aging, sickness and dying in this enclosure.

The little one cried and frolicked as usual. Yaya learns the language. Of course, under the strict supervision of parents. The human tribes that survive in the wilderness are generally martial. The little ones are no exception. At a young age, he is very talented. It is easy to stand out among peers. If nothing else. If it continues to be exhibited like this, it will definitely become a pillar of optimus to protect the safety of the tribe in the future. Pillars of talent.

On this day, the little one turned 15 years old. Repair in order to get. The hundreds of thousands of people in the tribe are invincible. Even the masters of the older generation are rarely able to compete with them. The boy was elected as the sole candidate for the next patriarch. Settle in the temple and practice. And in the third year when the boy settled in the temple to study Xuangong and devote himself to penance. Heaven and earth have changed. The outside world is in turmoil. There is a monstrous mana creature fighting method. Millions of kilometers around it have all been affected. At the last minute. The boy escaped with the cultivation of the distant clan and the luck against the sky. Parents are dead. A loved one died. All the people, men and women, old and young, old, weak, sick and disabled, died. The boy just sat in the ancestral land of the clan for ten years.

Ten years have passed. The young man of that year has also become a cold young man with a head full of silver. He moved. The figure that has not moved for ten years has taken another step. Advance into the endless wilderness. At this point, a journey of blood and soul has begun. Fight after fight. Hovering on the edge of life and death again and again. There is only one wish in the hearts of young people: "To become stronger, I want to become stronger." "Avatar. Refining the gods. Forge God. In the end, the youth broke through the Mahayana when he traveled through the Great Wilderness for 5ooo years. Achieved a hegemon. Kill the hordes of desolate races. For a while, no one dared to plunder its edge. But wherever youth appears. There was no other powerful creature within a radius of 100,000 miles, and there was no other powerful creature that dared to appear in a-for-tat. They all retreated early. Avoid it. It's not just about being afraid. It's the deepest fear from the heart.

5ooo years away from home. The youth is tired. Returned to his native land again. And because of him. There has been an essential breakthrough in the living environment of human tribes. It's no longer a role that ants can only shrink into a corner to survive. Instead, they have their own territorial fiefs like other powerful tribes in the Great Wilderness. It was here that the young man found his first true love. Get married and have children. The cycle of all things. How does his wife's longevity compare to his? Once again, the youth tasted the pain and suffering of losing a loved one.

"Immortality. I want to pursue the mystery of samsara. The inner roar of the young man who was already standing in the firmament of the monastic path came out of the sky. He left again. Out of the wilderness and rush to the sky. Take a dip in the universe. Practice. Murderous all the way. Searching all the way. Seek the truth of life and death. It's another 20,000 years. The footsteps of youth are all over the dome. After all, the dome is too vast. Endlessly. He didn't know if he was looking for the end. As always, the heart is unusually firm and continues on the road.

On this day, I suddenly encountered a group of strange races. Evil and ferocious. The mana is monstrous. Endanger the dome. Specializing in the spiritual body of the cultivator is the foundation of the path. Unspeakable darkness. Young people who have been immersed in the pinnacle of Mahayana are proud of the world and are completely fearless. This war is a thousand years. Young people dominate alone. Brilliant. He has been seriously injured and dying. In the end, with his high mana, he completely eradicated this dome tumor alone. All wiped out.

And just after the young man attacked the mother cave of this strange race and killed the other party with more than ten Mahayana high cultivators. In a mysterious space, a cave blessed land appeared. It is the place where the people of the underworld now dwell. Styx, Styx, Styx, Tree Styx.

But just when the young man was preparing to refine such a strange thing. A light rushed away. Instantly vanished through the void. Nothing is discerning.

It turned out that this light was sealed in the ultimate bloodline of that evil race. The only descendant. It is also the lifelong enemy of young people.

The young man refined all the strange space where the Styx Tree was located and moved it back to his hometown. So far, tens of thousands of years have not stepped out of the wilderness. He has been sitting cross-legged in Mo Yan's position at this time, contemplating the Heavenly Dao induction reincarnation.

And the son of evil was blessed by his ancestors. Born with countless spiritual treasures of heaven and earth, the blood is extremely pure. In addition, the cultivation qualifications of the race inheritance are extremely intelligent. Grow up in the dome with a thirst for killing. Constantly advancing to catch up with the footsteps of young people. In the end, in the trials of life and death, his cultivation was also the ultimate realm, reaching the same height as the young man who was revered by the world as the god of the underworld. Known as an evil god.

The evil god finally gave the god the pinnacle of the ultimate showdown. The two fought a battle of destruction in the Endless Universe. I don't know if it's because the battle scene is too violent or because Mo Yan's strength is too weak to see through the void. Anyway, when the picture cuts to this scene. A blank appeared in Mo Yan's mind. The scene was clear again. I saw that in the depths of the dome, two figures separated and shot away in two directions.

At this time, the top of the Stygian Mountain. and a blessed place in the depths of the universe. Both places are full of fairy sounds. Purple transpiration. Bursts of light. The two figures shone like a sun. Crystal clear. Illuminate the surrounding cosmos. Wisdom and happiness for all life.

And at the most critical moment for the two to advance. The Stygian Mountain, the Styx, and the Stygian Tree all worked together to pull out strands of unusually pure energy from the Endless Void. An unusually familiar aura instantly spread across Mo Yan's 360 million pores all over his body. "Isn't this the more advanced and profound energy carrier that is abundant in the Metaverse. ”

The screen flows again. That is, because of the sudden influx of inexplicable aura carriers. At the last moment, the god of the underworld and its guardian both succeeded in shaping the immortal body. Achieve the body of a true immortal. The rate of every breath. Every inadvertent movement seems to contain endless Taoist charm.

And the evil god is still one step behind after all. Failure to collapse. At the end of the formation of the true immortal body. There are not enough essences. Snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. The rest of the picture is blank again. It's just the last moment of bombardment. Mo Yan vaguely heard the word 'reincarnation' spit out from the mouth of the god of the underworld. The ultimate showdown between true immortals and fake immortals. Mana simply cannot be suppressed. Interface rejection is severe. After making the final arrangements. The god of the underworld took his guardian to soar to the sky, crossing the void to pursue the mystery of true heavenly reincarnation.

Scenes can range from happiness to cruelty. Or happy or sad. Life or death. Mo Yan is all experiencing. Experience what the god of the underworld has experienced. Experience the sorrows, joys, sorrows and joys of his life. The cycle of all things. Achieving true immortality may not be the end, but only the starting point. The pursuit of reincarnation and immortality never stops.

With the understanding of the Dao rules of heaven and earth left by the god of the underworld, he became more thorough and profound. Mo Yan's body is surrounded by five colors, and the light is more and more dazzling. So much so that in the end, it dissipates little by little, and truly turns into a round of five-colored sun. Completely inhuman. There is only eternal light and heat.

"Mahayana tribulation. Suddenly, the elder of the Underworld was surprised to see the five-colored sun that Mo Yan had turned into. A huge storm of thunder and lightning suddenly formed. Like a meat grinder, it constantly rotates and tears. Even the surrounding void could not bear it. Inch by inch. It is very similar to the scene when the ancient Mahayana monks destroyed the world when they crossed the catastrophe.

Just when everyone was worried about Mo Yan's sweat. The extremely pure thunder and lightning cloud above the sky suddenly transformed into a round of thunder and lightning waterfall form, and the flow flowed straight into the Mo Yan Heavenly Spirit Cover. All visions vanished in an instant. Mo Yan reappeared in shape.

"God-forging calamity. The power of Mahayana. This man is mighty. In the River Styx, there is an underworld sect elder who sighed endlessly.