Chapter 1942: Killing chaos

A steep abyss that is bottomless, a huge chain of darkness falls into the abyss.
Yang Ling took a deep breath and jumped into the abyss. Under the faint purple gold brilliance, the fog of the color could not be seen pushed away. Yang Ling’s gods fell on the chain and could see the pits that had been corroded in many places. Even some of the locks have begun to break.
"啪啪啪啪~"
With the fall of Yang Ling, the huge chain began to shake wildly, the decaying part began to collapse, and a group of colorful stars exploded in the thick tumbling fog and quickly dissipated.
When each star shines, it means that a saint is fallen.
This chain does not know how many saints have been condensed. After hundreds of millions of years, I have endured the chaos of this chaos. There is no end, and I don’t even know when it is the end. I can only wait for the last death to be free.
At the end of this war, it can be said that no one is a winner.
The creation of the Holy Respect is not, he is now suffering from heavy damage to the order and began to collapse, followed by his millions of ethnic billions of sages and strong people have long vanished into a bone.
The Promise of the Promise is not. He did not win in the first place. He was suppressed twice. As long as he killed the chaotic behemoth of his consciousness, he would have no chance to dominate the nine days.
The Dragon King is not the same. At this time, the creation of the Holy Spirit is not dead. In the end, it is very likely that both of them will suffer.
Yang Ling is not, he is forced to drive away all the way to the present, the life of all his relatives and friends are still in the hands of the creation of the Holy Man, one day can not get rid of the constraints of the system, he can not get real freedom in one day .
And even if the miner's card is taken out now, he still can't care. Because the miner's card is destroyed, the compass space may also collapse, so that the world of heaven and earth is truly completely shattered.
"吼~"
The cyan beast opened his eyes and gave a roar. Ding Cong and others who suppressed the behemoths suddenly paled. The horrible mental power almost directly shattered their consciousness, and then the magic shield and enchantment emerged from them. .
Yang Ling is still falling, and the fog of the color is more and more intense. With the horror of the spirit, he constantly invades his sea of ​​gods. Under the impact of the spirit of the raging waves, the green life branches and leaves are madly shaken and turned into A huge vortex swallowed up the spirit.
The golden compass on the sea of ​​God also began to frantically rotate. The huge compass shadow emerged from the back of Yang Ling’s head, and the dense runes on it were violently flashing.
As it got deeper and deeper, the chain became more and more rusted, and many places were almost completely broken, leaving only a little bit connected, and the starlight splashed in the violent shock.
The fog has been so strong that the gods cannot see anything.
"Receive ~" Yang Lingmei a small gourd floated out, the gourd mouth instantly turned into a huge black hole to absorb the mist of the tumbling, while at the same time, the surface of the gourd began to have signs of corrosion, a dense pit began to appear.
Finally, Yang Ling saw the end of the chain. It was an altar. The altar had been eroded and pitted. The huge chain was connected to the center of the altar. The dense chain of the altar of the altar stretched out into the still creeping blue wall.
Yang Ling fell on the altar, and the innocent eyes of the eyebrows opened again, and suddenly the layers of the sky were covered with ripples, and instantly he saw a big river running in white light, which was the chaotic beast transport. The conduit of mental power is like the blood vessels of human beings.
"斩~" Yang Ling screamed, the black sword in his hand burst into a dark ray of tears and the blue wall of the meat cut off the river.
"吼~" The huge body that has been awake suddenly shook, and then made a screaming scream, and the Ding Cong and other people who suppressed the behemoths were directly shaken out.
"Put it to death, the second child has already started!" Ding Cong screamed, and a long knife in his hand released a brilliant glow of light against the giant beast.
"Booming and banging~" The various saints of Oda Snow and Dou Yuntao also released a dazzling light on the giant beast.
"噗~" On the gossip map that is collapsing, the Promise of the Promise screams and spurts a blood, his fingers are in the eyebrows, and suddenly a dark vortex appears, and a dark chain slowly floats out of the vortex. Reach out and grab the chain and pull it out.
This is a chain of order that is condensed by the power of countless saints.
Although the consumption of the saints through countless eras has long been fragile, it is still deeply locked in his consciousness.
"Death and suppression, we must not let it be pulled out!" In the sea of ​​the Promise of the Promise, Ding Cong roared loudly, and his body became a avatar, plus Oda Snow, seven people, fifteen horrible breaths suddenly Under the influence of the huge force, the chaos beast suddenly slammed down.
"噗~" The Promise of the Promise of the Promise is convex outwards, and Zhang mouth spurts a blood again, but he still refuses to give up and pulls the chain out.
A strand of starlight on the chain blew up, and under the force of terror, countless guardians of the saints directly collapsed.
"Fast, the chain will be cut off!" Chu Yuan holding a thunder hammer and hand drill to release the sky and thunder and thunder and slamming down ~EbookFREE.me~ constantly falling on the chain that screamed and pulled out.
"I am coming~" Oda's snowy eyebrow guardian gem brilliance, a round of white moonlight emerged and rolled against the huge chain, like a rotating cutter wheel cut on the chain.
The starlight of the slap is like a spark, and the huge chain begins to collapse.
"砰~" The chain suddenly broke, and the Promise of the Promise spurted a piece of blood again with a half chain.
"斩斩斩~~"
Inside the head of the chaotic behemoth, Yang Ling’s innocent eyes are clearly inspected, and the black sword in his hand is rushing out, and the darkness of the light continues to break into the blue skin, with a huge wound splitting, a The white pipe was cut off.
The cyan behemoths are constantly struggling in the void. The mouth was squirting a white liquid.
Some of the guardian palaces behind Ding Cong and others have begun to collapse, and even the huge statues have begun to show cracks, but everyone is still struggling.
Everyone knows that this is the last battle. If you win, you will die. If you lose, you will die.
I have been mixing with Yang Ling for so many years, and I am joking on weekdays, but no one really goes to Yang Ling’s top corner. This is like a dreamy experience. When they are curious, they also want to try to solve the doubts.
What is the world of your own life, is it true?
If all this is illusory, what is the meaning of the existence of all things in this world?
Yang Ling's black sword is like a butcher. He is rampant in the head of the chaotic behemoth. Among the passages that he cut off, the white light turns into countless creatures, and the cyan bone walls are directly impacted by the riddled holes.
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