Chapter 7: Death (4)

Jiange.

On the towering Jian Pavilion, a man sat cross-legged in front of the Jian Pavilion cliff with his eyebrows down and closed his eyes. In front of the cliff, the wind was howling, but it could not blow half of the white collar of the man's body. The Jian Pavilion in the past is now desolate.

The years of practice are endless, and time passes without knowing it. Although there is a crowd of people under the cliff, there is no sound.

"Oh!" Next to the cliff, a woman in a phoenix robe sighed leisurely all her life. The sword pavilion in Youda is now in a deserted state. Even after being hurt, she went to seclusion and enlightenment not long ago. Although countless ancient masters practiced themselves under the cliff, Feng Fei felt extremely lonely in her heart.

As his eyes passed Feng Yun Wuji's white jade-like face, Feng Fei's lonely gaze gradually became gentle. He felt less sighing and warmer.

"Is this what I expected?" Standing at the top of Jian Pavilion, Feng Fei's palms were urging in the strong wind blowing across the cliff, like a ball of flames, but the aura revealed in the flames was so pale and cold.

"Isn't this what I expected? I stay with him every day, but why do I still feel lonely? Why can I gently touch and caress his face, but I feel so far away..." The raging wind rushes into Feng Fei's heart like mercury, and spreads it freely in her heart.

The orchid-like fingers gently stroked the white jade-like face, and a firm line, a feeling of longing came to my heart. Although the loving person was within reach, Feng Fei knew in her heart that his soul had long been away from her body and spread into the vast void.

Uncontrollably, Concubine Feng couldn't help but echoed the days before, but even the days she spent with him felt so lonely and lonely.

"Is this what I expect?...I just hope to simply know each other, agree with the one I love, and spend one ordinary day after another. In the cold days, we can warm each other and snuggle each other in difficult times. Why... is it so difficult?" A confused feeling surged into my heart. My thoughts unknowingly went back to the other end of time and back to the lost past.

"Feng'er, my father still has something to do. You go and Luan'er to play for a while..." In my impression, my beard always rubbed my headband and said half-lovingly. Every time I said this, there was always a special look in his eyes. In the past, Concubine Feng didn't understand it. However, now, she understands...

That kind of feeling is called helplessness...

"As the wife of an ancient man, I am destined to be unable to enjoy those ordinary and ordinary things..." He raised his head, and the dark blue sky became confused. In his ears, the whistling wind seemed to become even more raging...

Standing up, Concubine Feng slowly walked towards Jiange, and her lonely figure gradually disappeared behind the open door. In the endless darkness, behind her, a tea tray and two cups of fragrant tea were left. However, the heat in the tea cup had already dissipated into the void, and there was no more heat...

Every day, Feng Fei would carefully cook a pot of tea and put it in his favorite cup of leaves. Then she brought it to the abrupt cliff, and sat down on her shoulders, gently put down the tea tray with her, and then quietly looked at the confused distance in the turbulent wind...

Concubine Feng didn't know how to make tea. But she learned it. Deep in her heart, Concubine Feng always had a small wish, hoping that one morning, when she walked out of Jiange with a cup of steaming tea, she would see him suddenly wake up, and the two of them could speak quietly for a while, or say nothing, and then sat on the cliff and drank a cup of tea quietly.

"In this way, I have nothing to ask for...ah!"

Not far from Jiange, there is a towering holy mountain standing. On the hillside of the holy mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist. On the top of the mountain, the figure of the "original deity" will never be seen again.

Now, even if you are a strong man in the world, even if you climb the holy mountain, you will never find the entrance to the "original world" of the realm.

The sky was filled with red earth-shaking clouds flowing like the ocean, hanging high in the void. A trace of red thunder and lightning fell from time to time with loud "thunder" sounds. Apart from this, there was no sound.

In this endless vast world, a dazzling and gorgeous temple stands in the middle. Around the temple, thousands of purple demon statues are quietly crawling in the dust. Between the demon statues and the temple that emits dark golden light, thick purple chains are struggling straight.

Looking down from the sky, countless purple chains are like a radial giant net, scattered in the center of this "world".

In the world of the "original", the passage of time is far greater than any plane in the Haohan universe. Here, the flow rate of time is hundreds of times that of ordinary planes. Every moment passed, the luster emitted by this towering temple is a little brighter. As the surroundings pass, the purple light on the thousands of demon statues became increasingly prosperous. Gradually, it brought the breath of a living creature. The eyes of the pair of demon sculptures occasionally trembled, as it seemed that they would be completely opened at any time.

Following the purple chains, passing through the glory of the golden statue, and bypassing the dark pillars of the temple, he was at the top of the hall, wearing a white robe like snow, and his long black hair naturally drooped behind his head, quietly sitting on the throne of the black shining stone. The pair of silver-white eyes that were like gods, exuding indifferent everything, and Lingjiao all the breath was covered under the drooping eyelids.

The ‘original deity’ is like a king, sitting quietly on a gorgeous throne, guarding the ‘it’ territory alone.

Since the "Origin" established this temple on this empty mine, the entire rule system that constructed the "world" has quietly undergone some indescribable subtle changes. If the "Emperor" is still here, he will find that the rules running in this "world" are closer to the "Shenzhen" and the final source of all the rules are gathered on the "Origin" that is still moving.

"Boom!"

I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly the brilliant temple shook heavily, and then the violent earth shaking affected the entire ‘world’. The rumbling sound reached the end of the world from afar.

"Ding!~"

Almost at the same time, thousands of demon statues around the temple suddenly opened their eyes, and under the purple eyelids, they were exposed with pairs of black, emitting darkness and strong evil auras. However, in the strong darkness and evil aura, a breath of confusion and indifference could not be concealed.

"Boom!"

Amid the violent ups and downs of the earth, purple demons who were originally crawling on the ground suddenly bumped into their hooves and stood up from the ground...

"Buzz!"

On the Black Stone Throne, the "Origin" with his eyes closed and his eyebrows suddenly opened his eyes, and his silver-white eyes changed, and quickly changed from silver-white to light golden again.

"thunderbolt!"

A thick dark golden lightning suddenly slashed from the sky, and the lightning passed through the temple without any obstacles and fell on the body of the "original".

"Crack!" The world seemed to be about to collapse. In the world, a bright light suddenly shone brightly, and the red light was everywhere. When the light disappeared, the body of the "original deity" in the temple had disappeared from the throne headed on the temple...

Under the law are the rules. The mysterious yellow is destroyed, the universe is initially divided, and the rules are densely distributed in the center of the universe. Under the guidance of the law, it extends to every corner of the void, penetrates into billions of planes, and is inseparable.

The world of regular land is the taboo realm of mortals. The rule system that runs continuously in billions of planes of the universe, no matter where it is, goes back to one place, that is the "source of time and space"!

After a ray of light, the figure of the "original deity" suddenly appeared in this "source of time and space".

When Feng Yun Wuji first stepped into this void, it was tens of millions of years that the ancient witch of the witch clan sent him into the "source of time and space" with the help of the witch clan's holy scripture "Doomsday Festival".

The secret techniques of the witch clan are very special. They can send others to the "time and space source", but they cannot send themselves to the time and space source!

The existence of the "Space and Space Source" is always a mystery. Even the fastest powerful person in the universe cannot step into the "Space and Space Source" in the sky. In the legend of the Witch Clan, the "Space and Space Source" is a secret guardian land of the gods. After the universe was first established, the gods used their divine power to seal this unique place. The only thing connecting this piece of mystery and reality is "thinking"!!

After all, the "space-time source" constructed by memory is different from the real "space-time source".

The light golden eyes stared at the rule world of cocoon silk indifferently. The "Immortal" looked around the black and white world for a week, and then calmly walked into the depths of the world. Wherever they went, all the rule cocoon silk had no effect. The body of the "Immortal" was like a transparent person, passing through the dense rule cocoon silk without any obstacles and walking towards the end.

I don’t know how long it took, in front of the ‘Original’, a dark spherical area appeared. Here, the white regular cocoon silk had become very sparse. ‘Original’ stopped, and in his mind, another ‘time and space source’ was constantly decomposing, and in the end there was only a mini ‘dark spherical area’.

A faint dark golden light overflowed from the eyes of "Original" and the world in front of me suddenly changed. All the white in my eyes, as well as the outer light film, faded from my eyes.

The dark spherical barrier disappeared, and dark golden silk threads suddenly appeared on the eyes of the "original" - the law!

With a slight movement under his feet, the body of the "original deity" slowly melted into the dark light film in front of him...

The Demon Emperor Dynasty of the Demon Realm.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The cosmic demons under the name of the "Emperor" fought fiercely with the army of the Demon Emperor Dynasty, and both sides fought red. There was no other left in their eyes except the other party. The demons in the sky were covered with tragic roars, accompanied by the broken feathers in the sky, fell from the air. While they fell, there were often black halberds, one by one, and a slash of black halberds that broke through the sky, crossing the gaps of the crowd, and piercing the hearts of these demons to ensure that every object that fell would never rise again and fight again.

When Anjigud's figure appeared in this Haohan's space, what appeared in his eyes was like this scene: unlike a fallen demon falling on the earth like a meteorite, the countless demons of tragic terrible also obscured the sky ahead of Anjigud.

The powerful spiritual sense quickly broke out of the air and swept the vast dynasty space. When he opened his eyes again, Anjigude's heart had already sunk-the aura of the "Emperor" and "Demon Emperor" and others did not appear in this space!

With the legendary evil technique related to the Nine Nether Demon Gods in the Demon Realm, the second prince Andre accurately captured the nine dark monarchs who joined forces to cast the confined space and drag the "Emperor" into it. And with the help of the evil soul in his mind, he captured this confined space. But Anji Gude did not have this ability.

The images of the demonic images that were fighting in the sky quickly faded from Anjigude's eyes, and Anjigude's world quickly turned blank. A huge disappointment surged in his heart, making Anjigude's face look pale. In this moment, Anjigude finally touched the strength of the second prince Andre, and understood the gap between the two!

"Bang!" In his chest, the heart contracted violently, and then everything in Andre's eyes began to rotate.

"No wonder, he would give me this opportunity! It turns out... I don't have any chance at all!" Anjigud's lips trembled and murmured to himself. Every time the skin on his face was pale, it was a little bit pale.

"Kill him!" Several cosmic wandering demons who were falling from the air passed by Anjigude's body, their eyes flashed over Anjigude's figure, and suddenly smiled fiercely, and their black five claws bounced, grabbed Anjigude's shoulders and wanted to tear him apart.

The stimulation of the alien demonic energy finally made Anji Gude come back a little. Before his mind was clear, the demonic Yuan in his body automatically counterattacked.

‘Bang!’ The shoulders were shaking slightly, and the two cosmic wandering demons on their shoulders had broken into pieces of minced meat, mixed with black feathers, spraying into the sky.

"I am Anji Gude, the number one genius in the Demon World, I can't fail like this..." An extreme unwillingness surged from the bottom of my heart, shattering the loss in my heart. The scattered pupils finally gathered, and Anji Gude completely came to his senses: "There must be a way... I must have a chance to participate in this competition. This is my last... opportunity!"

There are two types of people in this world. One is very talented. Everything they rely on is their own understanding and diligence. And the other is pure luck. They do not have extraordinary talent or perseverance. However, they have luck that most people cannot imagine. The God of Luck is always standing behind them!

These two are very similar, but at the same time, they are both afraid and jealous of each other!

This is how Anjigude and Prince Andrei are.

Walking all the way, through the gap between the entangled figures of demons and demons, Anjigud looked around for a week, then stood still at the place where the "Emperor" disappeared, sat down cross-legged, and stopped moving. But no demon around dared to provoke him!

Although it is impossible to capture the whereabouts of these disappeared "strong men" and it is impossible to guarantee that they can break through the space used by the dark monarchs. But Anjigud understands the simplest truth - where they disappear, and when they appear again, they must be there.

This is Anjigoud's last hope!
Chapter completed!