1471 Unplanned Backup Plan, the Nine Heavens Are Defeated One by One, and the World Master Appears (1/2)

1471 Unplanned back-up plan, Jiuzhongtian was defeated at every level, and the World Lord appeared

In the other courtyard, Gu Changsong's palms were filled with brilliance.

Large tracts of immortal matter and created matter emerged, bursting out with a blurry and fantastic light, and there seemed to be all the incredible and indescribable auras of all the worlds intertwined in them.

His eyes were calm, but there was a chaotic substance surging deep in his eyes, and then a crack-like gap appeared in front of him, in which time and space collided turbulently, and billions of layers of void were undulating with it.

As he gathered the immortal matter and the created matter together into the gap, chaotic particles began to be born and bred in it.

With just one breath, a tiny world was created in the gap of nothingness, and then that tiny world continued to expand, swallowing up immortal matter and created matter in nothingness, and transformed into a medium-sized world...

Gu Changge had also been paying attention to this process. During this period, he raised his head and looked into the distance, and then fell into thinking. Then he waved his hand and eliminated all the aura fluctuations in front of him.

"In today's vast world, it is basically impossible to open up a world that is not bound by the will of heaven and earth."

"Unless the original paper is torn in half, but such a movement is too huge. What if the original white paper is folded in half and overlapped?"

During this period, Gu Changge has been trying to leave an unplanned back-up.

He had a hunch in his heart that there would be unpredictable variables in his plans in the future, so he needed to leave some more coping methods in the process.

During this process, in order to make the plan foolproof, he had to hide it from himself in advance so that he did not know about his plan.

Only by cutting off the corresponding parts from all thoughts and ideas can we ensure that no flaws are left.

Just like the period when he walked the world as the Lord of Heaven and the Lord of Demons, his true self-awareness was hidden in the deepest part of his soul.

"However, now is not the time."

In the following years, an unimaginable horrific war broke out between the Dark Clans and the Land of Nine Heavens.

The surrounding universe and time and space were shattered. Although the strength of the tomb guard had reached the level of the end of the road, under the joint efforts of the four chief priests of the dark group, he was still defeated in the end, and his blood spilled endless time and space, penetrating through After reaching an unknown latitude in the void, the real body did not know where it fell.

After losing the Nine Heavens Land guarded by the tomb keeper, the city gate suddenly opened wide. The local aborigines who had never experienced war and fighting encountered such a scene for the first time, and they were instantly confused.

The Lord of the First Heaven died immediately. He was hit by a big black hand protruding from the endless black mist. His body was torn into pieces, and his true soul was instantly turned into powder.

The vast first heaven collapsed rapidly. Although many resurrected ancient beings appeared to compete, there were simply too many dark groups that could not hold them back. Like the tide, there was no end in sight.

The continent was shattered piece by piece, and the surrounding stars trembled and exploded. Billions of creatures, along with the universe where they were, were directly disintegrated. The endless rain of blood and dark matter was like a corner of the heaven and earth being torn apart. , poured into any corner of the first heaven.

This was a desperate and tragic war, with ruins and wreckage everywhere, devastation everywhere, and the world seemed to be crying.

Only the mausoleum where "Heaven" was once buried in the first layer of heaven remains eternal, filled with a cold and dead atmosphere of desolation.

The heavy mist flows and turns into a ribbon-like substance that hangs on those hills, mountains and ravines. All the rules and fluctuations, when they get there, are directly washed away by the invisible breath.

Even if a Taoist being is standing there, he will be affected and lose his powerful Taoism and cultivation.

The first heaven was defeated miserably. The surviving creatures and monks tried to move towards the second heaven. However, the ancient teleportation formation had long been destroyed by the dark group. There were people in the Tao realm asking for help, but it was unclear whether the other heavens knew the news. People know.

Amid its screams, the dark creatures rushed past and drowned it.

Countless creatures are in despair, and some people have even received news that the Nine Heavens Land has long been prepared to deal with the dark group. The lowest layers of the sky are all cannon fodder, used to delay time. The real army to attack the dark group has already gathered. Above the seventh heaven.

Outside the Land of Nine Heavens, in the layers of turbulent turmoil, time and space overlap layer by layer. The ancient warships of the dark tribe are parked there. If they are made of immortal dark divine gold, they are filled with immortal light, making The heart is trembling with despair.

In the vast black mist rising into the sky, one can see the existences that have reached the ancestral realm one after another, standing like eternal shadows.

After defeating the tomb guardian, the four chief priests did not leave. Instead, they guarded the dark army, intending to tear apart the land of Nine Heavens in one go.

After the collapse of the second heaven, the living monks of the second heaven had no choice but to die, but they were still of no use.

The Dark Clan did not even take action against the existence of the Ancestral Realm. The top leaders of the Dark Clan were still waiting and watching, and there was no end, because they learned from the Chief Priest Wuyue that the Nine Heavens Land was not the only power on the surface and should not be underestimated.

Soon, the third and fourth heavens were also invaded. Time and space passages ran through all parts of the Nine Heavens. The most powerful beings in the other heavens began to be alarmed and began to appear, leading a group of indigenous people to resist.

The war shocked the world, was chaotic and turbulent.

During this period, the land of the source of darkness finally connected with the lair of dark creatures. The burial coffin was opened, and the coffin inside was shrouded in endless misty blood light. The movement and momentum like a heartbeat resounded throughout the vast world. It exploded in the ears of countless monks and creatures.

The bloody altar hangs high, majestic and vast, reflected in the vast world, countless true worlds and the sky of civilization.

During this period of time, the infinite energy brought by the Dark Race's Great Festival poured down like blood-colored galaxies across the universe, continuously falling into it.

A vague supreme being could be seen faintly sitting cross-legged, with a burial coffin hanging high above its head. Endless blood light fell down, completely covering it. No one could get close. Even across the endless distance, it could still be felt. With that vast mighty force in front of him, even the existence of the Dao realm would be crushed.

One side after another, the ancient world rises and falls around it, bringing with it a breath of desolation, despair, death, and depth.

This scene was reflected in the vast sky, and countless living monks felt the heartfelt terror and trembling in their hearts, and they involuntarily wanted to kowtow there.

Everyone knows that the dark group has successfully summoned the will of the former Lord of Heaven, and that the existence that once plunged the entire universe into despair and darkness will come to the world again.

"Welcome, Your Majesty."

In the nightmare realm, there are all the sounds of fanatical worship of mountains and tsunamis, shaking time, space and the universe layer by layer.

A group of priests and protectors also gathered in front of the Heavenly Temple of that generation and knelt down to worship there.

Chief Priest Wuyue raised his head and silently looked up at the blurry figure above his head that was shrouded in endless blood. His face under his robe was full of persistence.

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"When can I see you again..."

She knew that it was just a shadow and not the real Lord of Daitian, but she still couldn't hide the deep nostalgia in her eyes.

A place of emptiness and turbulence, in a bronze palace that does not exist in any time and space.

A pair of eyes opened, full of murderous cruelty and indifference, but soon returned to a dead silence like an abyss, as if the endless years could not stir up a single ripple.

This is a figure sitting on the chair at the head of the hall. He is dressed in a simple whitish gray robe and has gray hair. He is surrounded by a sense of killing every moment.

As he looked, the void in front of him was broken inch by inch, as if it was cut off and killed by some supreme law.

If someone from the ancestral realm exists here at this moment, they will definitely be shocked to find that the time, space and years around this figure are in a state of fragmentation and disorder, which means that he does not exist in any time or space.

He killed the time and space around him, and any breath that came close to him would be killed.

"What kind of trick are you planning to play?"

"Is the path you choose different from all of us?"

This figure in gray robe had a calm gaze, looking at the changes in the dark group's lair, seemingly lost in thought.

As his robe rolled up, a gray evil aura filled the air. Several figures suddenly appeared in the bronze palace in front of him. Each of them was wrapped with a strong murderous aura. They were extremely violent and unknown. How many creatures in the universe and space have been slaughtered.

The wisps of blood turned into substance, condensing on their bodies and turning into some kind of mark of Tao.

"No. 3, go to Wangxian Mountain." The figure in gray robe said calmly.

The people in Wusheng Palace, except for the palace master, are all addressed by serial numbers. Each serial number represents identity and strength.

As the gray-robed figure fell, a faint figure disappeared silently in the bronze hall.

As the master of the Wusheng Palace, the gray-robed figure is a person who has the power to kill. Over the endless years, there have been few things that can truly wake him up.

At the same time, the ancient Tibetan civilization.

On a desolate and silent star, layer after layer of space-time ripples were turbulent, and then infinite divine light spread there, like an ancient bright moon rising, expelling all the shadows and darkness.

As the ripples in time and space subsided, a vague figure shrouded in light, wearing a crown and holding a scepter, walked out step by step.

With each step, a layer of matter as small as light particles can be seen around this figure, where the air is filled with steam.

The originally dead stars suddenly became full of vitality, with all kinds of life breaths interpreting and gestating.

This figure seemed to have noticed the movement in the Nightmare Demon Realm at this time, but he only glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze.

In front of him was a vast and deep starry sky, obscured by the vast turbulence of time and space. However, as he arrived, a road spread from his feet, extending all the way to the depths of the star.

The ancestor Xu, the luck master, and a figure with ordinary appearance but gray eyes and a lingering aura of disaster had been waiting there.

At this moment, feeling some supreme and indescribable aura, the faces of the three people changed slightly. The ordinary figure raised his hand and offered a precious gem, which was filled with a misty aura, like a supreme power, which stabilized the time and space and the universe here to prevent it from collapsing in an instant.

"This rare treasure should be the Hunyuan Pearl..."

"I didn't expect it to fall into the hands of Daoyou."

The Master of Transport noticed the rare treasure and recognized the wisp of mist contained in it. Although the Xiantian era is far away, many items from that era have been left behind. Each Xiantian item has a purer aura than today, which is closest to the simple and complete Tao.

Because after Xiantian, Cangmang was born, many people believe that the Tao in Cangmang is incomplete. Only items formed in the Xiantian period can leave the aura of that time.

"Haha, it was obtained by chance." This ordinary and blurred figure just smiled casually.

Existences of their level more or less have some Xiantian items in their hands.

To be able to accommodate the ancestor Xu, the Master of Transport, and his world at the same time, there must be something to carry it. The ordinary universe has long been crushed by their aura. If the three of them appear at the same time, they will collapse and turn into dust in an instant.

"I hope you two won't fool me..."

At this time, a vague and vast voice suddenly sounded in the time and space here. The three people's eyes were just blurred, and when they appeared again, they were already in front of a figure wearing a holy robe, wearing a crown, and holding a staff.

"World Lord..."

Whether it was the ancestor Xu, the luck master, or the disaster master, their expressions were all stern. The three had already stepped into the road end area for a long time, but they were able to bring them into this time and space area without making any sound. This is the power of authority.

The so-called road end area, in front of the real road area, has no resistance at all.

There are very few people who control authority in the vastness today. It is almost impossible to see them, and they can't even find them.

And the world master in front of them is a person who controls the authority of creation. If the other party doesn't want to see them, even if they turn the whole vastness upside down, they can't sense the slightest breath.

"Whether it is true or false, the world master will know it at a glance." The ancestor Xu said.

The Lord of the World once founded the Creation Mountain and a tribe called the Shizu. That tribe was born with the talent to nurture the world, but later, for some unknown reason, it completely disappeared, but the Lord of the World has always existed in the world.

The way of creation he practiced focuses on creating the world, from the small thousand worlds to the middle thousand worlds, to the big thousand worlds, the multiverse, the super multiverse, and the real world. Each stage corresponds to a corresponding level.

The Lord of the World has now reached the point of creating the real world. He has always believed that as long as he can create a world comparable to the vastness, he can transcend the realm in front of him.

In the Lord of the World's concept, after the mortal realm, the fairyland, and the Taoist realm, there is actually another realm called the heavenly realm.

But from beginning to end, no one has ever reached it.