Chapter 899: Doom War 1

?Hell.
On a large plain near the Pinewood Sword.
At this time, the dense array was filled with a large number of masters and disciples of the pine forest.
There is also a strange beast fairy horse mount in the air, following the Zongmen strong one to land slowly and fall into the fixed position arranged.
Lin Xin stood on the high platform and looked at the large array of people below.
Du Gulin and Lin Hesheng stood behind him, waiting for new instructions.
"Old ancestors, everyone is here, all disciples above Jindan, together with the strange beast." Lin Hesheng respectfully said.
"Some of the gates and casual repairs that have been handed over to us have been notified, and they are willing to trust us, and those who left with me have also arrived." Du Gulin added.
"So, let's get started. Xiaoyan."
Lin Xin lightly ordered.
"Yes." Wang Kongyan's voice responded.
A dark shadow suddenly shot out in the dark.
The shadow exploded in midair, scattered into countless tiny gray lights, and landed in the huge array.
puff!
puff! Huh! !!
Every drop of gray light suddenly soared into the sky to form a beam of light.
The gray beams of light are striking, like bamboo poles inserted upside down on the ground, straight and transparent.
Lin Xin raised his hand slightly.
Whoo ...
Suddenly the tops of all gray light beams began to bend, and all the gray light converged to form a huge light cluster.
An ellipses of gray light.
The gate seemed to open slowly inside the light group.
"go!"
The elders of Yuan Ying who led the team rose into the sky, led by Wang Kongyan, and led everyone to fly toward the light group.
Immediately after the first group of the strongest elders flew into the light group, the second group also began to rush into the sky.
Outside the plain, there are already faint monks coming to observe the ceremony.
These monks looked at Songlin from afar, with a look of fear on their faces. Obviously, they could not think that the Songlin Sword School was actually preparing to migrate, and there was such a forceful way.
It's just such a big handwriting, so the resources and the site left behind are definitely an unthinkable piece of fat.
The third and fourth batch ...
Numerous monks rose up like locusts and quickly sank into the light group.
It was the gate to the underworld, a giant teleportation array opened by Lin Xin's projection.
With more and more monks submerged in the light group.
Soon there are fewer and fewer disciples remaining in the array below.
"Harmony, you go too." Lin Xin said lightly.
Lin Hesheng took the command, bowed to his bow, and turned his body into a light cyan sword light. He shot into the light group in a few clicks.
Du Gulin finally directed the remaining Songlin disciples. After they had completely flown in, she looked at Lin Xin.
Lin Xin smiled.
"You go first, I will come later."
"What about the disciples who remain?" Du Gulin asked with a frown.
Not everyone believes that the so-called calamity is coming. Songlin Sword sent hundreds of thousands of disciples. Only more than 10,000 disciples chose to leave with Lin Xin. The rest were unwilling to enter the light group for various reasons.
There are countless reasons for family, lovers, unreliable cultivation, local complex, and so on.
Among the disciples who left behind, there were also many who were highly advanced, and there were also two who reached Yuanying.
That's why Du Gulin asked questions about how to deal with them.
"It ’s not enough for them to leave all the leftovers and site resources?" Lin Xin smiled. "Whether you choose to stay in the resident site, or disperse the incognito with your things, or simply form a shrinking version of the Songlin Sect. By them. "
"But ..." Du Gulin still wanted to say something, but thinking of the stubbornness of the rest of the group, she also sighed and stopped saying more.
"Come on. I'll send you."
Lin Xin said slowly.
At this point, all the disciples have flown into the Guangtuan regiment. On the entire plain, apart from those outside the Sanshou and other ancestors, there are only those ancestors who are unwilling to follow.
Lin Xin and Du Gulin were the last two who did not enter the light group.
"What about you?" Du Gulin asked.
"My soul is right there, this body is just my body." Lin Xin answered with a smile.
Du Gulin was shocked, and it was only half a while before he returned to God.
"It seems that you are right. With your current practice as the realm, I can't measure it anymore."
She stood up and stepped on a pink hook jade.
"I went."
"See you inside."
"See you inside."
Lin Xin stood still quietly, watching the gray light group that Du Gulin did not fall into the sky.
Until she disappeared completely in the gate of the light group.
Then he slowly pressed down.
Hum! !!
The light mass suddenly exploded, turning into countless gray light spots, disappearing without a trace.
The entire plain was empty, as if the tens of thousands of people just were just hallucinations.
The distant Songlin disciples stopped talking, and some regretted it, but it was too late at this time.
Lin Xin didn't bother to care about the rest, he looked around.
"It's time to go to the foreign domain ..."
In fact, as early as three days ago, he smelled a bit of aggression.
The robbery was obviously not far from the land government, so he quickly mobilized all the pinewood people and started a large array to teleport everyone.
It seems to be catching up.
Standing up, Lin Xin took a step and disappeared in front of everyone.
The future of the prefecture has nothing to do with him.
Half a month later, the prefecture fell.
Countless gray haze stars generally descend from the sky, quickly devouring everything that can be touched.
People, animals, plants, and all creatures have failed to escape the horrible shuffle of this universe.
The entire earth's yangyang film was directly broken, and the mountains, rivers and rivers were rapidly degraded, and only a black rock was swallowed up.
At this time, no matter whether it is the land government, the realm of the world, or the void, there are no rumors about the new of the sun.
The only remaining holy places are attached to the realm of the nine-color gods, and under the dead realm of the great holy of Fang prison.
Form two huge camps.
Tianyin Dragon King's whereabouts are uncertain, the two camps began to frantically collide.
In less than a century, battles of all sizes were fought numerous times, with heavy casualties.
Even Tianzun died, showing the severity.
Fang Jie and Jiu Se have tentatively fought again.
This time it caused hundreds of light-years of terror, and the void in the whole catastrophe was a mess.
The holy land that was originally left was 90% destroyed in this war. Most of them were killed by the aftermath of the two top Taoist ancestors.
The two reared in the realm of the gods and the dead realm, and fought in the middle of thousands of light years.
The horrific waves caused by the terror were immediately cleared.
The bottom ten layers of the abyss heaven are directly cut off from space and time and mixed with the void into chaos.
That is to say, there are more than ten layers of abyss and celestial realm that are directly destroyed and become part of the void.
The main tone of the entire war was instantly elevated from below Daozu to above Daozu.
All the powerful men, such as Tianzun, Dixian, etc., have entered the Divine Realm and Dead Realm, providing a source of strength for the two ancestors.
The power of Daozu comes from the countless stars in the galaxy that forms the body, and the countless souls on the planet. They are the foundation of Daozu.
And the heaven and earth immortals entering the realm of the gods and dead world are also disguised assembling their own power to improve the strength of the ancestors.
The fierce assassination between Jiuse and Fang Prison, coupled with the frenzied corrosion of robbery, kept shaking the heavens and the deep foundation.
But the difference between the two is still far away.
And under such a stalemate, in a blink of an eye, thirty years passed .....

The 39th floor of the abyss.
Here is a dark void, in the center of the void, a red-red, flame-burning brass door is suspended.
The lintel is three thousand miles high and eight thousand miles wide, and a black monster like a dragon is not sculpted in the center.
There were countless white robbers in the void, which kept silently corroding the flames around the brass gate.
In the anguish, a looming figure looked far away from the brass gate.
The figure is slender, with long hair and a waist, with a white smiley mask on his face.
The mask only draws three red arcs, which represent the eyes and mouth, respectively. It looks a little weird.
"Thirty years .... This is the gate of the fortieth floor of the abyss.
Could it be that the black universe would be the end of the catastrophe if it erupted from heaven, all the way down to the deepest part of the abyss? "
The figure slowly lifted off the mask, revealing a delicate and beautiful face with a touch of coldness.
It is simply Lin Xin, the of photography, who disappeared from the prefecture 30 years ago.
After leaving the prefecture that year, he traveled all the way out of the realm.
It is a pity that Outland has been robbed and devoured and corroded at the same time, leaving only some relics and wandering around.
Many secrets I was looking for, but also lost clues because of anger.
In desperation, Lin Xin could only return to his home, leave the prefecture, and start exploring the heavens and the abyss.
He can only reach the tenth day at most, where is the source of robbery.
The resistance encountered further up was too great to continue.
Thirty-three days seems to be just a legend in the record.
In the abyss, in the sixty-six-story abyss, he can only go up to the thirty-ninth floor at most. In the previous layers, the aura has devoured everything, leaving nothing but black stones.
Only at this thirty-ninth floor did I see this gate.
"The ancestors should have entered the fortieth floor ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The so-called master of the demon army was banned. It should be something wrong behind it."
Lin Xin guessed.
He looked carefully at the brass door, the door to the fortieth floor of the abyss. At this time, the surface seemed motionless, but it was already full of scars, with tiny cracks inside and out.
"Looks, it's coming ..." Lin Xin's figure slowly disappeared into the darkness, waiting quietly.
Time passes slowly.
He was hiding in the darkness of the 39th floor of the abyss, while tidying up what he had seen and heard over the past 30 years.
The evil king and evil have long been digested and devoured, and he has also obtained a huge free attribute point of 3.1 billion.
The sword of joy travelling to the Dragon Vessel Universe and the Psionic Universe, as well as the Nine Spirit Beads of the Earth Fire, are all his concentrated distractions, separated by the cosmic diaphragm, and he cannot be connected.
Only when they wait for the return can they take over what the two major points get. (To be continued.)