Chapter 4580 God Is Dead, the Devil Is Gone

In the quiet passage of the Land of Sadness.

Dozens of spaceships are quietly marching forward.

Under this boundless absolute darkness, even the roar of the engine was swallowed up.

"Reporting to Palace Master, the other disciples have not found any abnormalities yet."

Xuebo Supreme slightly cupped his hands and replied.

Jian Wushuang nodded, just as he was about to ask Xuebo Supreme to pay more attention.

what--! ! !

A shrill and terrified scream suddenly exploded in the space fleet behind him!

In this dark and dead passage, this scream seemed extremely abrupt.

Jian Wushuang's complexion changed instantly, his figure flickered, and he flew directly towards the spaceship behind him.

Xuebo Zhizun and others looked at each other, their faces were extremely ugly, and they hurriedly followed.

A moment later, in the cabin of the ninth spaceship, Jian Wushuang saw the screaming female disciple.

I saw the female disciple trembling all over, her shoulders trembling, her face turned pale for a while, she stretched out her finger to the glass window on the space cabin, and said in a horrified tone:

"Palace, Palace Master, there are people outside!"

"Someone?"

Jian Wushuang stared, but there was darkness outside the glass.

This made Jian Wushuang's face darken.

"Tell me about what happened just now."

Jian Wushuang said expressionlessly.

"it is good."

The female disciple, with a look of memory flashing across her face, began to narrate.

It's very simple.

Not long ago, this female disciple named Su Yang was cultivating cross-legged in the cabin.

When she was practicing, she encountered a bottleneck, so she wanted to get up and ask the disciples whose cultivation base was higher than hers to give advice.

Subconsciously, she glanced at the glass window next to her.

As a result, after looking at it like this, she instantly saw a scene that she will never forget in her life!

On the glass window, there was a livid-faced human face firmly stuck to the window, with eyes like rotten grapes hanging outside, staring straight at her!

Because the face was too close, the entire facial features became distorted and terrifying!

It was this sudden appearance of a human face that made her fall to the ground in fright, screaming.

After the female disciple finished speaking, she still had a look of lingering shock on her face.

"I see."

Jian Wushuang's face was not very good-looking.

Ghosts?

They are not ordinary mortals, they are the supreme gods standing on the top of this universe!

In their eyes, demons and ghosts are like ants among ants.

"Palace Master Wushuang, come here for a moment, I have something to tell you."

At this moment, Lan Lan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke out.

"Um?"

Jian Wushuang frowned, and followed Lan Lan out of the cabin.

The two walked to the deck, Jian Wushuang stood with his hands behind his back, and said, "Miss Lan Lan, if you have anything to say, just say it."

Lan Lan nodded,

He didn't continue to speak, but looked into the distance, as if he was reminiscing about something. After a while, his expression gradually became serious and he said: "Jian Wushuang, do you know what our universe looked like before it was created?"

Jian Wushuang was taken aback when he heard the words, he really didn't know anything about the universe before it was opened.

"But hear about it."

Jian Wushuang stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation.

"My master once guessed that our universe is just a reincarnation."

"Reincarnation?"

Jian Wushuang frowned.

"good."

Lan Lan took a deep breath and said, "It's reincarnation. According to my master's guess, before our cosmic civilization was born, there may have been other civilizations born in this universe.

It's just that this civilization, for unknown reasons, was completely destroyed later, and the universe returned to chaos again.

After a long time again, the universe restarted, giving birth to new life, and a new civilization was born.

That is our present civilization. "

Jian Wushuang frowned when he heard that, what Lan Lan said was not impossible.

He believed that Zhou God's speculation was not groundless.

"My master once came to explore these two forbidden areas. Unfortunately, my master kept silent about this experience, and only occasionally mentioned it inadvertently."

"According to what my master said, it seems that there is buried in the Emperor's Ancestral Forbidden Land an extremely powerful corpse that even he cannot see through. The age of this corpse is even older than our universe."

"And this place of sorrow, according to the occasional mention of the master, seems to be the last place to fall in the last cosmic era."

"Jian Wushuang, if this place of sorrow is really like what my master said, it is the place where the last cosmic era fell, then there must be countless people from the previous cosmic era gathered here, and they were buried here together... …”

Lan Lan hadn't finished speaking yet.

Suddenly, in this quiet passage, there was a strange singing sound.

"The gods are dead...the demons are gone...all return to dust and nothingness"

"My wife is in the sky, weeping alone..."

This burst of singing, as if there were countless gods and demons crying, suddenly far away, faint, with a bit of ethereal.

In an instant, Jian Wushuang suddenly looked up.

However, before Jian Wushuang could use his divine power to see what happened, he suddenly felt sad, and a sense of sadness welled up in his heart.

It is a kind of sorrow of the vicissitudes of life, a kind of despair of all thoughts, and a kind of desolation of being alone and alone.

It was obviously just singing, but under this sadness, Jian Wushuang couldn't help but have a sore nose.

Slap.

It was the sound of water dripping on the deck.

Jian Wushuang looked sideways, and saw Lan Lan staring blankly at the starry sky, tears streaming down her face at some point.

"Miss Lan Lan?"

Jian Wushuang forcibly suppressed the sadness in his heart that wanted to destroy him, and tried to call Lan Lan.

However, Lan Lan seemed to be sluggish, and didn't notice it at all.

Faintly, Jian Wushuang felt his face was wet, he stretched out his hand to wipe it, only to find that his face was also covered with tears.

He could feel this sadness, as if it had turned into a pair of big hands, tightly strangling his neck, trying to drag him into a place where he would never be restored.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Jian Wushuang bit the tip of his tongue tightly, and in an instant, the slight pain from the tip of his tongue made him slightly awake.

Enduring the discomfort, Jian Wushuang stepped into the cabin.

I saw the Xuebo Supreme, Giant Axe Supreme, Nine Tribulations King and others in the cabin, whether they were ordinary disciples, including Leng Rushuang, they all looked dazed and stood in the cabin blankly.

"Damn it!"

Jian Wushuang clenched his fists tightly, and then, unable to resist the sadness any longer, his eyes went dark, as if falling into a boundless abyss.

In the narrow and quiet passageway of the Land of Misfortune, the dead silence was restored again, only the singing that seemed to be crying like a god and demon, and seemed to be laughing in a low voice, resounding back and forth from far and near, strange and gloomy.

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