Chapter 5561: Great compassion

In this period of time, the ancient gods' escape from the world was not complete, as if they would appear at any time.
But in the face of Taiqiong's breakthrough, the ancient gods seemed to be shocked by their eagerness.
The creatures in the chaos have reached a consensus.
The rise of Taiqiong is really unstoppable, which is undoubtedly worse.
In the second half of this period, Taiqiong did not reenter the no-way restricted area.
He is healing his wounds and trying his best to suppress the things in his body.
He did understand clearly the practice of witchcraft, but it blended with the scriptures he created.
However, this kind of fusion has undergone changes, and frequent conflicts have made the divine fetus in his body very unstable.
The years are surging.
Soon, this period of time came to an end, and the cold breath swept the entire chaos like a wave.
Another cycle of alternate Peripheral impacts arrived.
There is no shamanism.
The creatures in the chaos can only cope with themselves.
Fortunately.
Wu Zhuo's pay was like pulling the chaos back, on the eve of decay.
This cycle of alternate impacts of the Perizoic was not as cruel, but it still caused the chaos sentient beings to suffer heavy deaths and injuries.
Wait until the arrival of the Neogene.
There were many more corpses in various areas of the Chaos, and more than twenty corpses were destroyed by the innate gods alone.
The gods who survived did not have much joy.
Because they have discovered that Wuchou's influence on the evolution of Heaven's Path is only temporary, and it is only for a period of time.
They don't know how long they can survive.
"Let's go one step at a time."
The chaotic gods disappeared again.
The wheels of years are rolling.
Chaos does continue to decline.
The revitalized essence has become thinner again, and the speed at which chaotic treasures are bred in the wonderland is also slowing down.
For example, the central sacred court has signs of dimming again.
The miserable wind and rain enveloped all areas of chaos.
Only Taiqiang does not seem to be the gods of this era at all.
He was still active in the newly-arrived Periphery. He was tracing Wuchou’s path to enlightenment, and broke into the forbidden area of ​​enlightenment several times. The divine fetus in his body was really stabilized. Cohesion.
The tens of thousands of levels he controls, and his own aura, are improving together.
He is like a bystander in this era, walking through the heavens and all realms, just watching indifferently, the sentient beings are withering step by step.
At the fingertips.
Six more epochs have passed.
Large areas of ruins appeared in all areas of Chaos.
Searching the entire chaos, the innate gods have not even gotten a hundred.
Innate gods are hard to protect themselves, and naturally they can't take care of the born creatures and the sons of chaos.
Under the reincarnation of the heavens, their descendants and heirs, one after another, became dust and disappeared into the world.
This is great compassion.
Chaos seems to have become a piece of old soil. Everything about the old soil must be buried in everything, no traces can be seen.
"The withering of an era can make the soil more fertile, and when a new era arrives, a more luxuriant sacred tree will grow."
"Maybe like me, how many have survived the old era and lived to the arrival of the new era?"
Tai Qiong stood in the void, looking at some places.
He really relied on the practice of immersing in witchcraft to achieve detachment.
He seems to be strong enough to get rid of the suppression of this kind of reincarnation of the heavens, and it is difficult to be affected again.
And recently.
He also found that some secret places in the chaos also broke out frequently, and the light of the reincarnation of the heavens smashed into it.
That is the ancient gods, who are all suffering from the signs of the reincarnation of the heavens, and they may be damaged.
"It's boring!"
Tai Qiong shook his head and said with emotion.
When he reached the top, there were few opponents around him.
"Xiao Ye..." Tai Qiong said the name silently.
...
Li Hao Da forbidden the sky.
This is the territory of the singularity and chaos in the past, and now it has become a wasteland, full of dead silence and desolation.
but.
Because some of the dominators of the singularity and chaos opened up the dojo here, it made the void of this great forbidden sky dazzling the Daoguang.
There is a cemetery here, which is made of rare chaotic gods.
On the stone platform in the center of the cemetery, a cold remnant lay on it.
That is the corpse of Wuchou.
Although he has passed away for several generations, his remnant remains indestructible, living in heaven and earth forever.
"Master Wu Zhuo."
"I have survived and lived to the new Periphery, but I have also reached my limit. I will not be able to see you again in the future."
"In the past few years, one after another, ancestor gods, has fallen one after another, and most of the perfect creatures have been damaged. Although I have been insisting, I am still suffering."
A middle-aged man arrived, just sitting in the cemetery, facing Wu Zhuo's corpse, recounting the changes over the years.
He is a perfect creature with mediocre aptitude.
Born when Wuzhuo became famous, he was inspired by Wuzhuo's deeds and practiced step by step until he became enlightened.
these years.
As long as he survived the alternate impact of the Periphery, he would come here to sit and worship Wuchou.
"The world says that in the fight between you and the sky, you lost in the end, but I don't think so."
"You just lost to Tiandao. If you are still alive, Tai Qiong is not worthy of being your opponent. He is a thief!"
Speaking of excitement, the man trembled all over.
He regarded the shaman as an idol.
Tai Qiong took away a piece of Wu Zhuo's bone, so that he could clearly understand Wu Zhuo's practice method, blend it into himself, and become more brilliant, which made him very unconvinced.
"I don't understand!"
"It is rumored that Lord Xiao Ye, who is willing to fight for all beings, is so indifferent and unwilling to help us, and it will eventually lead to your sacrifice!"
The man gave a long scream, venting his inner suffocation.
Boom!
At the moment when Xiao Ye was exiting the words, a muffled sound suddenly came from the icy remnant of Wu Chou, which seemed to be stimulated in some way.
The man was suddenly struck by lightning, his face full of incredible color.
Wu Zhuo had obviously passed away nearly ten centuries, his remnant body was cold, how could he still make such a noise?
"brat."
"It seems that you really resent me."
"However, what Wu Zhuo experienced was the catastrophe of his hit. As my descendant, he is not that easy to fall."
The next moment, a calm voice, as if to split the years, across the boundless sky, resounded in this man's ears.
This kind of voice didn't have any coercion, but it made the man's mind buzz, his feet were soft, he knelt down, and a stormy sea was set off in his heart.
Looking at the entire chaos, one would say that Wuchou was a descendant, and that he was also the great ancestor of the heavenly court, Xiao Ye.
That extremely mysterious, almost never-lived grandfather, is communicating with him?
Is the other party going to manifest?
"Also, Taizu said, Master Wu Zhuo is not that easy to fall..."
Immediately afterwards, the man woke up and looked at Wuchou's remnant in shock, "Could it be that he is still alive!"
(The second one!)