The old man in his twilight years, sitting on the throne, his eyes were wet again, looking at the empty palace, "There is no hope, how can there be hope..." The old man was sitting on the throne, and in the ancient murals, this last painting was

scene.

The fighting scene of the nine most powerful ultimate creatures of the past is etched in eternity.

A flash of thunder suddenly flashed across the sky.

They looked at the thousands of new creatures outside, all in darkness, looking at them indifferently, with a smile on their lips.

"The realm has fallen. At this time, they are all ninth-level enlightened people. In a moment, they are all gods. In the same realm, there is no Taoist bloodline, and they have not yet developed their own cultivation methods, competing in physical cultivation and martial arts...

What’s there to fear?”

"Come and fight."

They jumped lightly.

The bell rings.

Rules are slowly falling.

The clang of axes and swords and guns.

Everything was completely buried in the light of swords and shadows.

Bang.
Chapter completed!