Vol 10 Chapter 1628: Gods at dusk

From heaven to heaven, the saint fell and shocked the gods.
Qingshui and Bailian died in battle one after another, and the golden light and the ink master also disappeared. The heavens and the saints were panicked.
The demon who came from nowhere, slaughtered all the saints, which led to drastic changes in the world.
The fall of the sage is a major event in the entire world. Human beings, God Realm, and the heavens, both humans and gods, are shocked.
In the world, although the starry sky is incomplete, the glory of human cultivators has reached the extreme, comparable to the mythical era of the gods in the early days.
The fall of the sage has caused the incompleteness of the heaven and earth avenue, but also gave mankind the opportunity to achieve the avenue.
"Master, Sister Lime, when will you come back?"
Immortal Territory, Yin'er sits on the stone steps in front of the Immortal Hall. His eyes are full of misses and whispered softly.
For thousands of years, Yin'er Xiu has become more powerful and has become the most powerful person in the world.
As a heir to the celestial utterer, he also possesses the genius of Fengyuan and Yin'er. Even in the age of mythology, he is one of the few.
"Miss you master again?"
At this time, a touch of beautiful Qianying stepped forward and said.
"Grandma."
Yin'er saw the person and immediately stood up, respectfully.
The woman often smiled and reached out and patted the head of the girl in front of her eyes, saying, "If you want him to practice well, wait for you to be stronger, I will take you to heaven to find him."
"Really?" Yin'er surprised.
"Ok."
The woman often nodded slightly and smiled, "So, you have to practice well."
"understood."
Yiner nodded vigorously, responding.
At the same time, in the north of Immortal Territory, the white water of the Black Mountain manifests. In the landscape of ink and wash, the swords of the Mo Bai sword learners, the swords are sharp and dazzling.
In the distance of the sword field, a purple figure stood still on the peak, the star mark in his hand was full of bow, and then, a blue arrow light burst out of the sky, and the earth was shocking.
Thousands of miles apart, one arrow shocked, the majestic endless arrows destroyed everything along the way, immediately before the thousands of miles.
In the landscape sword realm, the Mobai swordsman felt, looked back at the sword, and cut the arrow.
Sword intention, arrow intention, extreme martial confrontation, the world suddenly changes color.
The rumbling vibrations resounded through the fairyland, and the aftershocks oscillated and spread out all around.
In the east, in front of the immortal palace, women often feel the aftershocks spreading from afar, but they have seen nothing strange, and waved their hands to shake the remaining energy.
The cultivation of these two people is progressing faster and faster.
All parties in Immortal Realm, the great practitioners of the world, concentrate on practicing, only to reach the top of the martial arts summit.
At this point, cultivation has become a habit, a kind of attachment, not just for longevity.
"Do you want to go to heaven and look at it." Luo Xingchen said calmly.
"Ok."
Mu Qianxi nodded and said, "One day, I have to look up."
Heaven and sky, at the end of the eastern world, above the sea, the waves are rolling and the waves are gigantic.
In the Jingtao, a plain clothing figure stood in the sky, surrounded by chaotic water sources, powerful and abnormal.
Having swallowed the origin of the Qingshui saint, Ning Chen cultivated himself to improve again, and half of his feet stepped into the world of creation.
Beyond the realm of monarchy, and failing to completely transform the Tao, Ning Chen became the most special existence in this world, yet powerful but not yet losing humanity.
As the years passed, Ning Chen became more and more aware of why the Lord of Immortal Realm did not take this last step.
The road is ruthless, and the saints are ruthless.
When he touched the world of creation, he could already feel the coldness of the avenue.
He knew that if he took this last step, human nature would also disappear completely, turning into a cold and ruthless monster.
However, if this step is not taken, how can all the heavenly saints be wiped out.
"What are you hesitating?"
Outside the stormy waves, Fan Lingyue, who walked in a light blue dress, stepped forward, and wherever she passed, Jing Tao gradually calmed down and asked.
Amidst the startling waves, Ning Chen opened his eyes and calmly said, "There have always been some unwillingness to practice so far."
"I only know that you can't really punish all the saints without entering the world of creation." Fan Lingyue said lightly.
Ning Chen was silent for a long time, sighed softly, no longer hesitated, eyes closed again.
Suddenly, in the stormy waves, a strong breath continues to spread, striking the legendary human-god boundaries and creating a world.
Outside Jingtao, Fan Lingyue stood on the sea, looking at the distance, a flash of condensed color flashed.
Is it an illusion, she always feels that there are terrible things to happen.
In the northern world of heaven, in a temple that has endless years of existence, the war broke out and the entire temple was destroyed overnight.
Inside the shrine, the saint who controlled one side of the road fell, and the whole temple was stained with blood.
It is a terrible sight. Holy blood spilled over the blue sky, and half of the northern world was stained with blood red.
"Roar!"
At this moment, the heavens and the earth were torn apart, a huge beast appeared, and the beast roared.
The beast appeared, and directly swallowed the shrine.
The wild beast that swallowed the holy blood, abrupt changes, the spread of amazing coercion, vaguely, there is a hint of monarch breath.
At the same time, countless wild beasts in all parts of the northern world transformed into the most terrifying monster after devouring the Holy Blood.
Suddenly, the northern world was in chaos and the creatures were charcoaled.
"Do you feel it?"
At the end of the eastern world, on the sea, where listening to the moon opens his mouth, condensing his voice.
"Ok."
In the Jingtao, Ning Chen, who was struggling to create the world with his full strength, nodded and said, "Another saint has fallen."
"They may have taken that step." Fan Lingyue said calmly.
That magical energy was cold and ruthless, just as all saints felt.
Ning Chen was silent and did not answer.
At the same time, in the ruined colorful temple, the glorious Shengji, the ink master who walked in white robe walked out, looked at the northern world, his eyes narrowed.
"You did not die!"
The breath of darkness spread, and the Lord of Darkness appeared and said.
"It's a pity Bailian and Jinguang."
The ink master said lightly, "How is your injury?"
"Healed."
The Lord of Darkness replied, "The man in the East should be about to take the last step."
"The dusk of the gods, from the very beginning to the present, finally even the saints are facing a catastrophe." Ink Master said calmly.
"Is Lord Mo afraid?" The Lord of Darkness sneered ~ EbookFREE.me ~ That wasn't there, just curious about what kind of reaction the Eighth Heaven Will have. "Master Mo stared at the sky and replied."
"God?"
The Lord of Darkness said coldly, "This is not the first time I heard you mention him. Isn't that God stronger than Pluto?"
"Do not."
The Lord Mo calmly said, "Only speaking of force, Pluto, the first martial in heaven, is undoubtedly the strongest, but God's terrible is not just about power."
"What do you mean?"
The Lord of Darkness stared.
"Among the forty-nine avenues, only the one who can change everything, including life and death."
Lord Mo whispered softly, "Because he controls the most unknowable power in the world, time."
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