Chapter 945: Despair

The catastrophe did come, but only those who personally faced the catastrophe suddenly discovered something different.
The catastrophes of the past dynasties are synonymous with despair and destruction, but this time, these people who rushed to the forefront suddenly found something unexpected.
Just like the one who was smashed at first, I actually saw a fairy tale. It is something that can be easily recognized by people. Just open it and you can see that there are endless magical powers on it. The Tianyuan characters were written, and they can't be more clear.
They are all people in spiritual practice, and they can naturally distinguish between true and false!
Because of this, the person who got the fairy code was suddenly stunned.
Said the catastrophe of heaven, why is there still nature hidden inside?
The point is, it's useless to me at this critical moment.
But in any case, the changes that occurred in this catastrophe were quickly spread. More than one person found this similar fairy code, and rushed to the forefront of Tianyuan souls, and soon discovered that there was Countless fairy tales, accompanied by this big catastrophe, descended from the sky and leaned towards Tianyuan. Those rites, each of which is the ultimate method that can be written by people after the civilization of the fairy tale has reached the extreme, each represents a party Datongtong, nowadays, it's just coming down from heaven!
It can be said that it is the crystallization of a generation of civilization.
"How could this be?"
"Who sent so many gifts?"
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This war may be desperate and hopeless.
However, the appearance of these scriptures still made a trace of ripples in the mind of the Tianyuan monk. As a practitioner, the pursuit of scriptures, immortality medicine and all kinds of magical powers was inscribed in the bones, no matter what In this situation, as long as you see these classics, the first idea is to put it away, then save your life, and slowly study it...
It's not just classic borrowing. In this big disaster, some other things have come.
One of them is a scroll with a scent of green air.
It flew out of the great disaster, and fluttered, with its own life, and flew towards a certain place.
In the west of Kyushu today, Emperor Xiaodong fought three powerful demons with his own strength, and he was defeated several times, but he still survived. He is fulfilling his promise, even if there is no hope, it must be Fight to the end, fight to the end!
However, in the end, he still did not comprehend the avenue and did not break through Mahayana.
In this case, the three great monsters are already the ultimate strength he can bear.
He played several times with the three demon puppets, but finally he had no choice but to retreat for the time being.
The three monsters did not chase after the victory, because they knew that the big robbery had come. When the big robbery came, their victory had been decided, so they did not have to be aggressive, so as not to rush these people, but they would be anxious. Take a bite.
Xiaodong Huangshan's eyes returned to the camp in despair, forcibly suppressing the rising blood in his throat.
His palms were shaking.
"You can't win, you can't win, how can you win half a point..."
In his eyes, there was even a bit of unprecedented disappointment and annoyance: "I am still not as powerful as I expected. I thought I could understand Mahayana within three years, but now seven years have passed, Or is it too slow to make that step, what is my so-called natural Taoism? What is the use of this Tianyuan, is it to be defeated by my pride and ignorance?"
When he was desperate, he reached out and grabbed a black iron gun beside him.
The injury was not healed, but he was reluctant to wait.
Death is dead!
But at this time, a scroll fell from the sky!
It seemed to have been blown by the strong wind, fluttering and shaking, seemingly accidentally, and seemingly extremely accurate, and fell on his head.
Xiaodong Huangshan froze slightly, reaching for the scroll.
Then he opened the scroll and saw the writing on it, and the whole body shivered uncontrollably.
"Is this what you did?"
Suddenly he raised his head and looked at the sky.
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Not only Xiaodong Huang, but many similar things happened on Tianyuan.
There are endless fairy tales, accompanied by the catastrophe, and then taken by those who rushed to the front.
There are also some scriptures that seem to have autonomous life and fall to a specific person.
In the extreme north snowfield, a snow tomb is slowly opening. From that snow tomb, a woman with crystal-brown, cold-faced ice and snow looks out of her eyes. Human emotions, but she looked up and could see the sky in the south, the surging blood and the magic breath representing despair, there were some fluctuations in her eyes.
She is a very indifferent person, more and more indifferent.
Indifferent to the fierce battle between the world and the Moxi Lake for seven years, she did not go out.
But now, she felt the breath of the catastrophe, but came out of the snow tomb.
the reason……
...Maybe because that person always wanted to survive the catastrophe?
I should always do my own thing.
"call out!"
Just as she was thinking about it, she was about to take that step, and suddenly something fell from the sky.
Her eyes changed slightly, and from the air machine, she felt a certain familiarity.
Without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and placed the Fa that fell from the sky onto his pale palm.
"Xuantian nine tactics?"
She saw the name on the other party's lending, and he was slightly startled.
Then she opened the book, and she saw countless words that made her feel up and down.
This is the right way for you!
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"Laoguan, can you kill that devil?"
Above the East China Sea, a group of magical forces traversed the void and greeted a certain lake of magic breath that was entrenched in the sea. This magic army looked like one demon head after another. But what they are fighting is a fairy flag. No matter what creatures in the world see this demon army, they will all pay tribute to the monk, and then they will be unable to restrain fear.
Because this is a fierce army that is cruel to the extreme, and also to the extreme.
The two leaders of this demon army are two very different looks, one is like a tower, covered with thick black armor, only the armor, it is as heavy as a mountain, the other, But there were not a few flesh on his body, and he scratched his head and walked next to him, his face grinning all day long, there seemed to be no shape, but occasionally, a cold flash of coldness flashed in his eyes.
"Not necessarily!"
The strong man like a tower listened to the thin man next to him, and answered with a buzz.
The thin man is dumbfounded: "What can I do then?"
The tower-like man doesn't care: "If you can't kill him, you will be killed by him!"
It seems not very enjoyable, and added another sentence: "It's all the same!"
"Not the same..."
The thin man dumbfounded: "Brother Fang asked me to take care of you, how can I watch you die..."
Hearing the words "Brother Fang", the tower-like man's face seemed to be sad for a moment.
He was silent for a long time, and after a while, he said in a low voice: "Where is he now?"
"He is a big man, maybe we have forgotten..."
At the same time when this gloomy thought rose, suddenly over nine days, something suddenly flew through the sky, like a meteor, and in a flash, fell to their army. , Smashing Bihai out of a large spray...
It was a black box with an indescribable magic.
The most important thing is that the magic, righteous and upright, seems to be comparable to the fairy road.
Everyone else was like a big enemy, but the thin man looked at the blue breath wrapped around the box.
It took a long time before he smiled and slapped his feet on the tower-like man's shoulder and said, "He doesn't!"
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I don’t know how many people, or heritage and tradition, received gifts at this time.
Inside, there is the Forbidden Island of the Holy Land of the South China Sea, the nineth heaven of the Holy Land of Huangzhou, and Langya Pavilion of Zhongzhou...
There are the Qingzong Sect in Yunzhou, and the Eight Wastelands in Mobian...
The importance of these allusions can hardly be described in words.
This is the treasure that is enough to disturb the entire Tianyuan and kill it for life.
But at this time, with the catastrophe, they all came to Tianyuan.
It seems that this has brought a little hope to the already desperate Tianyuan...
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"This is what you did?"
Above the ruins of Tianwaitian, Emperor Xu saw the arrival of the classics and his face became cold and hard.
Suddenly he turned his head and looked at Fang Yuan. He said sensibly: "You didn't ruin the Six Dao Reincarnation in the past, but made some adjustments. You put these fairy tales in the Six Dao Reincarnation. Above, as a result, as long as someone pushes the six reincarnations, then these classics will follow the catastrophe~EbookFREE.me~ to the world and fall into the hands of Tianyuan!"
Facing his question, Fang Yuan just nodded slowly.
"Six reincarnations are really difficult to destroy, but with my position, some changes are still possible!"
He turned his head to look at Emperor Xu and said, "Besides, those fairy tales are too precious to be buried in the ruined Great Immortal Realm. It is also a pity that something like civilization must always be inherited by someone before it can be regarded as civilization, otherwise only It's a pile of waste paper..."
Emperor Xu looked at Fang Yuan's seriousness and almost smiled dumbly: "Do you think this is useful?"
He shook his head helplessly: "Tianyuan has already capsized, is there a chance to inherit the inheritance of these great immortals?"
Suddenly his figure became extremely tall, as if covering the sky and the sun, and his voice also became extremely deep at this time, shocking the world: "Give a handful of seeds to a person who is about to starve to death, Is there anything more ridiculous than this?"
"You, or Tianyuan, don't have a half chance at all!"
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