Paint...

The rain curtain is hazy and connected into billions of lines.

An immortal in white is walking on the edge of the underworld, like a banished immortal coming to the world, with a superb temperament.

Looking from afar.

The world on the other side has become nothingness, and the wild world has completely disappeared from this battle.

At the same time, the god-like true lords of the Heavenly Court and... Bei Ming.

"Is it over?"

The white-clothed immortal murmured and looked up at the broken starry sky.

There is the battlefield of Ziji Demon Lord, and it has not stopped yet. However, the killing god has killed four true lords of the Heavenly Court, and it seems that it is almost over.

"...it's over."

The white-clothed immortal asked and answered questions and then sighed deeply.

It's over, and the history of the heavens and all worlds will break from here.

When the remaining two true lords of the Heavenly Court were killed by the Ziji Demon Lord, the next thing would be the devastating disaster belonging to the heavens...

"Where are you, Immortal Lord Beiming?"

Behind this white-clothed immortal, there are a large number of spiritual masters.

They were like homeless people, wandering in the heavy rain, not knowing whether it was rain or tears on their faces, but their hearts were wet and cold.

They are calling, but the voice cannot be conveyed into the depths of death.

"Bi Ming, didn't you say you wanted to break through the Heavenly Court and this battle is immortal?"

An old man was crying, feeling uncomfortable and painful like a knife in his heart.

In this battle, the spirit masters in the heavens, the unyielding rebels, whether young people, older monks, or giants in the domain, had 10 or 30% of the creatures sacrificed...

I paid so much, but I had such a result.

"Why! Why is this happening!?"

The old man roared like a wild beast, extremely desperate, and the sky was occupied by endless blood.

thump!

Suddenly, he fell into the rain with a thud, fell to the ground, covered his chest, and coughed up blood.

In this battle, the old man also suffered serious injuries.

But what was more uncomfortable than his body was that he watched his sons with his own eyes, and his grandsons died one by one in front of him, and was slapped into flesh paste by the powerful man in heaven. The feeling of powerlessness and desolation were too tormenting to his mind.

But there is no hatred in the old man’s heart, only sadness.

Even if Bei Ming cannot resurrect the dead, how can he usher in such an ending?

More than 70% of the spirit masters died in the heavens; the Ziji Demon Lord completely entered the depths of the way of killing and was about to become the killing god of destruction; the Beiming Immortal Lord was lost in the life and death disaster and never appeared again...

"Bei Ming Immortal Lord! Are you not the Spirit Master of Life and Death? Why don't you come back?"

In the world, all living creatures cried bitterly, hoping to call out the man in mysterious clothes.

Including some spiritual masters in the underworld, or the elders of the former Tiansheng Sect.

"Bei Ming... Ziyun..."

These old men were trembling and were clearly alive, but they felt even more uncomfortable than death.

How good would it be if everything could be done over?

"No!"

This is the only seven surviving strife named Chen Nuo, a sword cultivator at the twelve level.

He wiped the tears in his eyes, gritted his teeth, and said word by word, "This is the path that the eldest brother is walking. Didn't the dog in heaven also kill him? With his elder brother's personality, how can he live in the Tiansheng Sect humiliation?"

Why do they become a great enemy? Because they disdain the so-called rules and despise those who are hypocritical superiors, they dare to break the shackles in the hearts of the world.

Heaven governs every world with its power. Once it gets used to it, it becomes natural, but there are always people who live unnaturally.

Since we embarked on this road, there is nothing to say. Whether it is Fang Tian, ​​Lao Liu of Hei Robe, Song Caiyi, Cang Qing Immortal Lord, Zhang Guanzhu...

They should all die without regrets.

Chen Nuo held the sword in his hand tightly and his five fingers penetrated deep into the flesh.

He held his body firmly, raised his head, preventing tears from falling out of his eyes, and comforted himself in his heart. When those brothers left, they were tragic, passionate, and not desolate!

only...

The only thing that makes people feel upset is:

The young man who had longed for revenge in the past was now completely engulfed by the flames of hatred, lost himself and turned into a dark dragon.

Here is the constantly disintegrating starry sky...

Looking around,

The stars are broken into dust, the universe is silent, one vision after another remains between heaven and earth.

It was the scene after the Immortal Lord's Dao collapsed. The return of a great road was like forming a cluster of galaxies, brilliant and gorgeous.

"puff..."

It’s unknown how many times Qingqiu Zhenjun coughed up blood.

He was wiped out countless times, and the body of Wanchen Taoism was covered with dense cracks that could not heal. The life fire was extremely weak and his eyes were dim.

“Is it worth it?”

True Lord Qingqiu looked at the extremely terrifying black shadow ahead and suddenly asked.

Tear-

The only thing that responds to Qingqiu is a bloody light.

“What a pity…”

The True Lord Qingqiu closed his eyes, the origin was broken bit by bit, but there was no nostalgia or thought in his heart, but instead felt an unprecedented feeling.

His personality is like living in the world without any worries. Although he is the immortal master of the way of all things, he has nothing to do with everything. The only way of transcendence that he pursues is more like death.

This is particularly terrifying to think about.

"What kind of world will it be if you die..."

At this moment, Master Qingqiu was thinking this way.

......

......

“Where is this?”

Baizhuang is walking in a dark world.

Around it, human bodies appear from time to time, and then disappear, an extremely strange scene.

Time, there is no concept here, it is like it is dead.

"Is it because of Bei Ming?"

Bai Zhuang actually had speculation in his heart, and he was shocked when he looked at the human bodies around him.

Some people... are very familiar...

That was Song Caiyi, but it not only existed in front of her, but there was one very far behind her, but there was no mental appearance. It appeared, then disappeared, and the boring and boring cycle continued to repeat.

Suddenly, Bai Zhuang's body shook violently and he saw his master, an old man who had been around for ten thousand years.

But the other party disappeared quickly and did not look back at himself.

Just like being in a cinema, watching the characters inside can keep watching them, but not affecting them, and they only stay in the short movie playback time...

But how could I be watching a movie?! The characters in these movies are all their old friends, relatives, and lovers!

Bai Zhuang couldn't stand it, and then he seemed to be struck by a lightning bolt. "Is this the difference between life and death?"

"I am still alive, and I entered death in the way of the life and death calamity."

Bai Zhuang murmured to himself.

Then,

He looked at the figures that kept appearing in death and began to walk constantly, trying to find someone, trying to be able to leave.

But I don’t know how long it has passed, and Bai Zhuang seems to have become a movie character in this world. His mind is wiped out by the years, and he almost forgets the fact that he is still alive.

The only idea that supports him still walking:

All the heavens and all worlds still need to go back by themselves.

The heavens and all realms still need Bei Ming to live.

......

This is the depths of death.

A white-haired man held a magic sword condensed by the ray of light and repeatedly waved and chopped. The immortals were constantly being wiped out and then appeared again.

Anyone who sets on this road will become numb, loses his will, and becomes a walking zombie.

And just then,

Jiang Xiao suddenly stopped at a certain place, as if he felt a special breath.

The pair of eyes that were so cold that they lost their color were suddenly illuminated by a dazzling ray of light.

In front,
Chapter completed!