Chapter 257 [One Thought Survives, Life Burns Forever]

Before the storm broke out.

Desolate world.

The day after the war.

huh huh~

In the tens of thousands of miles of abyss, the wind and air flow reverberates and reverberates.

Dark void.

The rich figure searched the abyss over and over again, and kept raving in his mouth like a daze:

"How is it possible...you are a monster...how could you die..."

Baotong Wang, who survived the catastrophe, kept sweeping across the abyss with his spiritual consciousness, holding a handful of dark particles in his hand, tears streaming down his face.

But no matter how he looks.

It was only to find the indelible lotus flowers of various colors created by the great way.

These lotus.

Each flower represents a person who once stood upright in Shenhuang.

But now they are all dead.

No matter how many great achievements have been made in the past, they have all become passers-by in the long river of history, and there is nothing left except the good fortune in life.

perhaps.

It is also a great fortune to have a little proof of existence left.

because.

The figure that really carried the sky was completely wiped out, and there was nothing left.

Snapped!

Sudden.

Baotong King Qian Kuiyun, who was holding blossoming lotus flowers, suddenly stopped and slapped himself hard, not knowing whether to cry or laugh:

"Haha, fuck it, what a donkey! I'm just trying to survive, so he's sure to be fine!!"

Caring is messy.

Previously, Wu Dao fought against the heavens alone, and the desolation of being wiped out in the end was too shocking.

As a result, Qian Kuiyun was full of sadness.

So much so that he has forgotten why he can drag out an ignoble existence.

Xuanwu Immortal Art!

He was deformed and incomplete, and he was able to get out of his shell with the help of the golden cicada in his back hand and regain a new life.

Accomplish the Holy Spirit, half-step Yangshen.

How could Wu Dao, who was much stronger than him, have no backup!

"Hahaha, I knew it, you can't die, no one can kill you, you monster!!"

Qian Kuiyun flew out of the abyss, the sadness accumulated in his chest disappeared, and he laughed loudly, but with a smile, he fell silent again when he saw the shattered world of gods and wilds.

silence.

Deathly silence!

The darkness is boundless.

The vast land is full of ruins and devastation, without any usual vitality, and the whole world is constantly falling into the abyss of destruction.

Even if you kill all the robbers.

The irreversible punishment of the avenue.

Shenhuang.

After all, it's gone.

It's not just that countless races are dead.

Even the world itself...

Looking far into the distance, Qian Kuiyun could see that at the edge of the darkness, the wall of the white cage that engulfed everything was slowly closing, turning the world of God and Desolation into nothingness.

"Ancient rumors, if you prove the Dao, the Dao is like a book, Hong Yuan..."

After retracting his gaze.

Qian Kuiyun suppressed all the sad and complicated emotions in his heart, looked at the blossoming lotus in his arms and smiled:

"Don't worry, I have been doing business all my life, and I will definitely not give up your group of rare treasures."

call~

After the words fell.

Qian Kuiyun took Shenhuang's last treasure and shot into the golden light courtyard passage connecting the two worlds in the sky.

Among the calamities.

The passage connecting Longni and Shenhuang is open for two days, and those who are at the top of the robbery can enter and exit.

The first day of robbery.

Returned the next day.

After missing.

Will be trapped in the wilderness forever.

Nine robberies and thirty thousand years.

No one who has survived a catastrophe survived a day.

But this catastrophe.

Because of the existence of the odd number Wu Dao.

The gods won miserably.

The little spark of Baotong Wang was retained.

Before the catastrophe.

The Emperor of Suppressing Demons passed on to all the emperors.

If you win by luck, you can enter the Longni Cave through the passage, and the void turbulence after crossing the cave will completely jump out of the cage of gods and wilds.

It's hard.

Just by hearing the name, you can tell that Void Turbulence is not a good place. If you can't find the ancient road of monk Hong Yuan, you may get lost in it forever.

"God, goodbye, see you again."

In front of the gradually closing golden light channel.

Qian Kuiyun's eyes were reddish, and he finally looked at Huang Tianxia, ​​and resolutely entered the passage, choosing to embark on the road of salvation from death.

Since Wu Dao is not dead.

It must have stepped into the passage.

Step up.

Maybe they can catch up, and if they work together, they will surely be able to break through the turbulent flow of the void.

...

However in fact.

Qian Kuiyun was only half right.

Wu Dao is indeed not dead.

But it's not much different from being dead.

Not to mention entering the passage to escape.

clatter~

In the middle of the wild world.

The chasm at the bottom of the inner sea, dilapidated and filthy without spirituality.

There is a singular space.

hidden in the void.

If you do not know the coordinates.

The pinnacle pseudo-dharma is also undetectable.

The depths of the grotesque spiral space.

The escape route with a glimmer of life has disappeared, and there is only a bottomless well that spews out the destructive breath and shakes the destructive wind and thunder.

Wow~

The sound of the sand pile collapsing sounded.

At the entrance of the spiral space.

A lump of fist-sized 'star sand' shell was dull and dull, with a layer peeled off, and pieces of gray particles that had peeled off could still be seen in the surrounding space.

This mass of decaying sandstorms.

It was Wu Dao's backhand who threw himself into the heaven and earth after he achieved half a step of Yangshen.

This space.

Even the most powerful false law can't be detected.

It can ensure that he can have a chance even if he loses.

pity.

The price of Shenxiangtian is too terrifying.

All-around self-destruct.

After that moment, the soul of the same origin in the hand was destroyed along with the self-destruction of the main body.

existing now.

Just a glimpse of the immortality of the true self.

But over time.

The ray of unquenchable fire in the decaying star sand also began to fall into darkness.

dark.

Endless darkness.

That Word never goes out.

The fire that guides the return of ghosts.

Disappeared in the moment of falling into darkness.

Like a life-saving straw grasped by a drowning person, when he wants to go ashore, it disappears from his hand without a trace.

After self-destructing in all directions.

Wu Dao encountered a real catastrophe of life and death beyond the mud plow abyss and the boundless sea of ​​suffering.

He got lost in the dark.

Can't find my way home.

Or rather.

This is a road that never ends.

No hell torments.

There is no endless cycle of suffering.

Can't feel pain.

There was no sight either.

In the dark.

Eternal silence and solitude.

The road under your feet is endless.

No matter how you step.

What greeted him was only a deeper darkness.

Wu Dao was silent.

No shouting.

No fear of crashing either.

Or that he can no longer speak.

There can no longer be any emotional changes.

The only obsession.

Just take a step.

Keep moving forward.

Towards the direction where the light disappears tirelessly and perseveringly.

I do not know how long it has been.

There is finally a scene in the darkness.

But it wasn't the light that Wu Dao was looking for.

on the contrary.

An indescribable attraction emanated from that light, as if to keep him in place forever.

In the scene.

All kinds of past life emerge.

That was his childhood in his previous life, the real starting point of his life.

Laughter, warmth and warmth.

The light and shadow are constantly changing.

Scenes from the past released the light of 'existence' that he longed for, tempting him to enter them and gain a new life.

Wow~

The big hand reached out and blew up the lights.

The silent obsession for survival continued to move forward with perseverance.

What is gone will be gone.

No matter how beautiful the yellow flowers were yesterday, they have withered.

Only those who advance can be immortal.

Not only how long has it been going forward.

New lights appear on the road ahead.

The young man burst into hair and sweated.

It is the bright time when life is shining brightly, and the traction is much stronger.

Wow~

But the obsession did not stop, resisting the gravitational force, and continued to blow up the lights.

youth, prime of life, middle age...

Obscurity, fame, fame and fame...

To the top of the world.

the road after.

Obsession encounters more and more lights with ever-increasing attraction.

But his footsteps never stopped.

Even if those lights are becoming more and more indestructible, towering like a mountain.

He just kept punching in silence.

Foolish old man moves mountains, hammers grind needles.

The lights blocking the road were pierced by water droplets, and they were blown up one by one.

until……

"Wu Dao, you bastard...the devil...because your life is ruined..."

The first "dead" life situation.

It turned into a boundless and invisible mountain, blocking all progress.

Fist!

The sacred mountain is majestic and indestructible.

Only a few insignificant grains of broken sand were stirred up at the punch.

Wu Dao wasn't discouraged at all.

Just kept punching, punching, punching in silence.

I do not know how long it has been.

finally.

The sacred mountain was cut through.

But what awaits Wu Dao is not a broad road.

Behind the smaller sacred mountains.

A more magnificent holy mountain built by countless purgatory seas of bitterness stands tall.

the end.

There is another indescribable.

The tip of the iceberg also surpassed the ultimate mountain of the previous sum, blocking the pace of progress, and blocking the light he was looking for.

Wu Dao looked at the fist.

A rock that can be moved with one punch.

For the smallest mountain in the back, the ratio of dust to dust is the number of stars in the universe.

How many punches does it take to cross?

How many mountains are there in front?

It doesn't matter.

What matters is that he can still throw a punch.

Mountains can be chiseled through.

that's enough.

despair? impossible? Overwhelmed?

He doesn't have any negativity.

the only one.

It's just the never-ending obsession to move forward.

Between life and death.

Today's Wu Dao is in between these thoughts.

The two sides of the scale are not balanced.

There is really only one thought of abandonment in death.

But the raw side...

...

Outside time is passing fast.

within the spiral space.

The light at the core of the group of 'star sand' was flickering, but it was still in a state of burning and glowing inconceivably.

Desolate world.

It's like an abandoned world.

In the dead silence, it keeps shrinking and disappearing.

after january.

The desolate territory outside the Central Plains was completely wiped out, and the limited and narrow space gradually formed a pure white chicken world.

It was a few days later.

The Central Plains also disappeared, leaving only the inland sea in the center of the world.

But the footsteps of the catastrophe of destruction.

No mercy.

The inner sea also began to be obliterated.

finally.

After half a day.

The huge wild world.

Only the spiral space is left.

The sky thundered and the wind howled.

It is like a drop in the egg in the sea of ​​chaos.

squeak~

The thunder and wind crushed it.

The eggshell began to crack, shook endlessly, and gradually tended to collapse.

buzz~

Just then.

Inside the nearly broken eggshell.

The powerful and tenacious life fluctuations began to spew out, like a god and demon who opened the sky, with boundless strength, they ruthlessly split the darkness.

hum! !

The extremely blazing divine light filled the space with a dreamy and vast current like a starry sky, and began to burst out from the cracks in the eggshell.

Like a hungry man returning home after countless years of hunger and thirst.

Grabbed Meijiao Niang!

Crackling——

The starry sky-colored Yuan magnetic current overbearingly subdued the pure white wind and thunder that destroyed the world outside the eggshell with force.

Then they couldn't wait to merge into one.

All of a sudden.

Thunder struck the ground.

There is a vacuum state within ten thousand miles.

until.

When the figure in the center of the eggshell divine light was finally fully formed, it slapped thunder and wind flying away, and opened his eyes as deep as a black hole in the star abyss.

call~

Spit out a mouthful of foul air.

The endless vicissitudes in the eyes disappeared.

Wu Dao's expression was as indifferent as water.

There is no luck for the rest of your life.

Even the revolving lanterns have been dried out.

He also truly walked between life and death, and experienced unimaginable tribulations.

His mood didn't fluctuate in any way.

It's like when using the gods.

There is no hesitation or fear, only calm and self-confidence.

Countless trials of life and death.

His obsession with survival and advancement has long been tempered to an unquenchable fire.

One thought survives, life burns forever.

Can't kill him.

It will eventually make him stronger!

Well, good night.

Happy Dragon Boat Festival.

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