Chapter 1450: Extremely confusing

In addition to the mysterious world and the underworld, what are the other six worlds?
What are the higher races?
Where did the dragons and the nine great palaces come from?
Why are these eight worlds broken?
What is the relationship between these eight worlds?
What Yang Ling can't understand most is why, in the golden compass, the holy master Gao Wenkai will say that the door of fate is about to close, only one line of life, and after this reincarnation, there will be no chance for magic civilization.
What is the door to fate?
What does a line of life mean?
What does it mean without any chance?
Is it the last reincarnation?
......
For a moment, Yang Ling felt completely confused, and numerous complicated and complicated problems such as sediments came to the fore.
Time flies for five days.
The black liquid in a pit disappeared completely, and all were absorbed by Ding Cong.
The purple gold shadow outside Ding Cong’s body has grown to ten meters in size, and a golden red flame burns in the head of the virtual shadow, like a burning volcano, emitting a horrible atmosphere.
After two small hours, this breath slowly subsided, the virtual shadow disappeared, and the flame earned Shenhai. Ding Cong slowly opened his eyes. At about the same time, a red light thundered from his eyes for dozens of meters.
"Go!"
Yang Ling stood up, throwing out the hook Chen Feijian in his hand, and his eyes grew to a size of 100 meters. He stood on the sword end of Feijian one step forward.
"I rely, you are not curious about what I got?"
Feijian whistling through the thick black fog, Ding Cong was depressed on Yang Ling and Gao Wenfeng, because from the departure of the big pit to the present, has been flying for half an hour, Yang Ling and Gao Wenfeng are like two stuffy gourds, silently Ding Cong’s heart was tied with Mao.
"Ding Cong, who are you talking to?" Gao Wenfeng did not return, and concentrated on holding a large piece of barbecue in his hand.
"Of course it is with you!" Ding Cong glared at Gao Wenfeng's neck. "Isn't I always called the old sixth? Why is it so polite?"
Gao Wenfeng glanced at Ding Cong with a fluttering look. "Brother doesn't be a brother with the undead!"
Ding Cong: ...
"I rely on you, this is awkward, red fruit, oh!" Ding Cong let go of Yang Ling's arm. "Second second, your realm is high, shouldn't you marry me?"
"No!" Yang Ling continued to study the long gun while controlling the flying sword, and did not lift his head.
"No?" Ding Cong waited for a long time and did not hear Yang Ling continue to speak.
"What is gone?" Yang Ling asked curiously.
"..."
Ding Cong jumped up, and the spit star sprayed Yang Ling's face. "Tell me a few words and you will die. You see, you touch, ice muscle jade skin is clear and clear, handsome and chic, romantic, Laozi and you." What is the difference?"
"After me, I am cold!" Yang Ling pushed Ding Cong away, and then put down the gun in his hand. "The sixth day, you have to plan for it in the future. A senior undead is not suitable for us to return to Earth. Death here. There is plenty of breath, just right for you to continue to cultivate and develop, but also to stay at the gates of hell, it is best to be able to mix into the underworld, when we have to attack the underworld, you just be a traitor... Well, inside!"
"I rely! You are going to blow the lamp and pull the wax?" Ding Cong was shocked.
"You have no way to think about it like this!" Yang Ling turned his eyes.
"The third child, do you think so?" Ding Cong looked at Gao Wenfeng.
Gao Wenfeng’s meat in his hand changed direction.
In this black and black place, the second child is my knowledgeable horse. The second child is my indicator light. He said that it’s awkward, you are a ghost upper body. The undead must bear the consciousness and courage to take this for the future of the Terran..."
"You two melons..." Ding Congyi sat on the flying sword and began to study the dark armor.
Time is like running water, and it’s three days to go.
During the three days, Yang Lingfei stopped and ran all the way forward, with no less than 20,000 kilometers. The terrain below was flat, but there were collapsed mountains and cracked grounds everywhere. The one pit after another was like a hail. The meteorites collided, and the huge bones were stacked in the wilderness as if they were tsunami-like virgin forests. There were thousands of tall skulls, fluttering black gas like wolf smoke, scattered to the sky, broken armor, broken weapons. The golden bones, buried in the sand, also exude energy fluctuations.
The whole world is full of death, and the richness can't be dissolved.
Flying sword almost circumvented the black smoke and giant bones on the ground, Yang Ling stood at the end of the sword, and the wind and clothing hunting was in a state of turmoil. His face was full of fragments of various weapons.
Here is the site of the Great World War that was one billion years ago.
The magical civilization struggled without a retreat.
An unrelenting battle to make a bet with life, blood, and the future of the entire community.
It is a pity that in the end, it has fallen into disappointment. From then on, it has vanished, leaving only the eyes and the bones, and forgetting it in the ruins of time and time.
Those heroes who break through the void and roar the sky.
Those who are smashing the earth and destroying the earth and destroying the souls of the world are falling down in this dark world. From then on, they are intertwined with the desolate, intertwined with time and space, quietly exposed to the wilderness and spend one cycle after another until it is annihilated. Become nothing.
Known to be the same as the heaven and earth, it is just a dust.
It’s just a sneak peek at the talkers and the heavens and the earth.
What happened a billion years ago?
Yang Ling’s eyes are like a sword. He is puzzled. He is puzzled. He falls into the fog and feels confused about himself and his brothers and sisters, friends and family, and the human beings of the earth being stirred into the mud.
Starting from the miners system ~EbookFREE.me~ step by step without any retreat into it, it seems to be to solve the mystery of a billion years ago or even billions of years ago.
"The second child, wait, there is movement in front!" Ding Cong, who had been sitting all the time, suddenly stood up.
"咻~" Feijian slammed out less than 50 meters and stopped, then hung quietly in the air.
"Where? Where did I not see?" Yang Ling instantly extended his knowledge to a radius of nearly 100 square kilometers. The vagueness was still the black fog and the tired bones.
"Right front." Ding Cong raised his hand.
After Yang Ling’s ecstasy, he suddenly spurred the flying sword, like a large seesaw traversing an arc in the air and rushing into the rolling black mist.
"砰~~"
There was a faint impact in front, accompanied by a screaming noise.
"Ming ~" Yang Ling was shocked, the speed of the flying sword suddenly dropped, but soon, he saw a few people in the vague minds are quickly coming in their direction.