Chapter 423 The Eighth Spirit Pivot

Peeping into the future is still going on, the prophet is clenching her teeth, even if she encounters a huge backlash, her slim figure is stained with blood and continues to crack, she is still holding on, wanting to see the next scene.

This person is an existence that even broke the sky mirror!

Ba Yang's face was solemn and terrified. They didn't see the corner of the future, but they were the closest, and the breath from the prophet's eye made them startled and terrified.

"The future... unexpectedly... is like this...he..."

I don't know how long I have been peeping at it, maybe it was only for a moment before the eye on the forehead of the prophet chose to close wearily.

The bloody eyes gradually disappeared between her eyebrows. The prophet was extremely tired, especially his whole body was sluggish, like an old man who was dying.

"Prophet, have you seen anything?"

Tianyang Zun took a step forward, supported the prophet, and asked.

The prophet recalled the terrifying scene he saw just now, bit his lips tightly, and let out a long breath of foul air.

"This catastrophe is unstoppable. From now on, organize all Yang Zun in Xuanyang World, and we... work together to create something!"

The prophet didn't explain anything, and knowing too much was not a good thing for Bayang and the others.

Ba Yang didn't continue to ask, but nodded solemnly, and each went to find Yang Zun.

According to statistics, the world of Xuanyang is extremely prosperous now, and there are a total of 9,321 Yangzun!

Among them, Yuanzun one hundred and seventy-three people!

Dazun... that is, Eight Suns, there are only eight people!

Of course, all of this excludes the ninth yang, and the tenth yang that is about to appear and destroy the world.

Ba Yang didn't ask the prophet what he saw in the corner of the future, but he was so terrified that he made such a decision at the end of his life.

Yes, the price of predicting the future is extremely high, especially this time, she seems to have seen something extraordinary.

Peeping into the future, the more terrifying the character, the greater the backlash it will cause. It is hard to imagine what kind of state it is for a person who is at the level of a great master to almost die of backlash!

"Don't mess with Ninth Sun and Tenth Sun anymore, they... don't know all of this... They didn't do it on purpose... Everything is God's will... It's inevitable... The only thing we can do now... ..."

"It is to carry the entire civilization and create a light!"

The prophet advised the eight yangs in this way, and spent hundreds of years to tell the Yang lords in the world that the end of the world is approaching, and they need to dedicate... their own memories.

Hand it all over to Xuanyang Zun, one of the eight yangs, who is best at the mystical method of making memory illusions, using his five origins to build an illusory world in memory!

Even if they are real, they will all die in this catastrophe!

After spending hundreds of years again, this beam of light was finally created by them, a light called hope.

All Yang Zun's memories about this world were put in it, including all the achievements of civilization and classics in the whole world.

The prophet summoned Bayang, and in a world, she had an old face with wrinkles all over her face, and she was about to die.

Over the years, she tried her best to delay the injury she suffered, but the injury was too terrifying, and she was powerless until now.

"Fortunately we've done all of this, and now..."

The prophet slowly raised his eyes and looked at the eight people.

"Come with me and pray for a hope for the future."

The current prophet has long lost the glory of the time when she first met Yang Shou. After peeping into the future, she only wants to seek hope for the world.

In the future she predicted, she once saw a person, a creature who was destined to make the world look sideways and make the sun and the moon darken.

Standing in the endless cracks, he didn't care about the space storm, stretched out a hand, and casually wiped away the horrifying power.

The eyes that look at him will be distorted, but... because she is peeping from the past, she can actually see the other person's face!

She will never forget that appearance for a long time.

It is the Ninth Sun!

She didn't dare to tell the truth, for fear of hitting Eight Yang, Ninth Yang after countless years!

Future Ninth Sun!

It was never the tenth yang that destroyed the world, but just a test of the ninth yang...

Bayang didn't know what the prophet was going to do, but as time went by, their spiritual senses told them that the destruction of the world was not far away.

The aura of the tenth yang condensed three thousand sources, and became stronger and stronger. Even in the Snow White Region, it still vibrated for thousands of miles, causing the surrounding large regions to be affected, and snow began to fall one after another.

Start with one big domain, two, three...

One after another, snowflakes began to fall in the smaller half of the Xuanyang world.

White, peaceful and peaceful snowflakes fell from the sky, kicking off the prelude to the destruction of the world.

There was a beam of light in front of the prophet, and she struggled to kneel down, prostrate on the ground, touching the ground with her head, like the most devout believer.

"The unknown existence of the future..."

She muttered, and Bayang followed her and also knelt down behind her.

As proud and powerful as they are, in front of the breath of the future, they appear just as insignificant, and in the face of the destruction of the world, they are like children, powerless to resist.

The prophet was respectful, facing the light of hope, bowed his knees, and whispered a word in front of the light.

Bai Xueyu, snow mountain.

Yang Shou followed them all the way, including peeking into the future, announcing the world, gathering Yang Zun, and creating this beam of light.

But he did not hear clearly the last words spoken by the prophet.

After saying these words, the prophet fell to the ground, and finally couldn't bear the backlash, and died of serious injuries.

Even before he died... the prophet still kept his kneeling posture, but for some reason, even though he was kneeling, Yang Shou still felt unyielding and arrogance from it.

She...represents the civilization of the Xuanyang world, and she is not allowed to be arrogant!

"This beam of light has appeared, and then it's time to wait for the world to die."

Yang Shou turned around and looked at Ping An. As the prophet said, Ping An will destroy the world. After hundreds of years, most of the three thousand sources of Ping An have been condensed, leaving only a few hundred ways that have not been condensed.

Within a hundred years, the three thousand origins will definitely be condensed and fused to form one body!

In fact, after smelting the five origins, Ping An stepped into the Great Exalted Realm logically.

After that, every time he condensed and merged, his strength was rising, until now...

Standing on the snow-capped mountain, Yang Shou could feel the vast aura of Ping An. He was constantly climbing to the peak of the seventh level!

He can already be sure that in front of the safety of the three thousand origins, his avatar, whose strength is less than one percent of the main body, feels the threat of death.

After all, the strength of the avatar is much worse than that of the main body. Without the vast calamity energy and the indestructible body, it is still powerless to face the peak existence of the seventh level who has realized the original source.

But Yang Shou is not worried about his own safety, and Ping An will not do anything to him.

"Before the end of the world comes, let Ping An hit the bottleneck of the eighth level, and let me see the scenery of the eighth level!"

Yang Shou didn't care about the end of the world at all. Here, after all, was a world in his memory, he was absolutely sure!

Even if Ping An has condensed three thousand origins in this world, and returned to Jupiter, he will be beaten back to his original form, and he will not be able to condense a single one...

Because everything is false, but in this world of false memories, he can explore arbitrarily and pursue a possibility!

If one can thus break through the mystery of the eighth level, then the harvest this time can be described as huge!

Finally, a hundred years later, Ping An successfully condensed the three thousand sources, and the terrifying aura unintentionally emitted caused the snowflakes around Bai Xueyu to fall to the whole world.

Today's Xuanyang world is shrouded in a vast expanse of snow.

The arrogances sent by the Holy Castle hidden in the dark are trembling at this moment, because with the falling snow, the temperature of this world... began to drop sharply!

Even though there are thousands of suns shining and glowing high in the sky, they can't absorb any warmth. The snow-shrouded world, a piece of ice and snow, cannot be melted.

"Is this... the end of the world?"

Song Yu murmured, they managed to form an organization to explore this part of the world, and they didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing.

Just when they were about to report to the Holy Fort quickly, they left the customs safely and saluted Yang Shou respectfully.

"Thank you, senior, for bestowing great fortune on heaven!"

Ping An knew very well that if it wasn't for Yang Shou, he would be expelled after he condensed and copied the original source in the original mountain, and the subsequent good fortune would be impossible to talk about.

Yang Shou nodded slightly, pointed to the sky and said, "Now you have condensed three thousand sources, you can be said to be the first person in the past and present. The eight suns are in front of you, and they are not worth mentioning. How dare you attack the eighth spirit?"

Ping An looked in the direction Yang Shou was pointing at. The eight-wheel sun, which was so conspicuous in the past, looked so dim to him now.

"Why don't you dare?"

Ping'an was full of pride, screamed to the sky, and a big sun rose out of thin air amidst the snow.

That is a great day of peace!

This big sun is as bright as fire and extremely blazing. Around it, there are various origins, and the aura it emits is enough to break the heart of an ordinary Yang Zun.

It is rising high, constantly exuding terrifying power, and against the background of the three thousand origins, it gradually becomes the only light in the world.

The rest of the sun, before it, is eclipsed.

"It's started, so he didn't want to destroy the world, but to attack the eighth spirit?"

At this time, the eight suns are gathering together, working together thousands of miles away, looking at this great day of peace.

boom!

Ping An released his breath with all his strength, and he, who was at the peak of the Seventh Spiritual Pivot, seemed to be able to step into the Eighth Spiritual Pivot with just a light touch!

Inadvertently, Yang Shou directly donated three thousand sources. This situation is extremely rare for him. In addition, there is no one in this world who inflicts catastrophe, so he doesn't need to go through the catastrophe at all. As long as the strength is reached, he can advance!

"The Eighth Spirit Pivot!"

Pingan roared, the road to breakthrough, there is no retreat, driving the giant sun carrying three thousand sources, he launched a charge towards the sky!