Chapter 513: The Ancient Darkness Arrives

As early as when the Abyss of the Sun was invaded by the Yuan Realm, Lord Ye Han heard that there was a "realm" in the ancient world, which was firmly at its source.

When you don't see him, you can only daydream about the leopard in the pipe.

Seeing it today, I have to sigh, the glory of the Hades surpasses the ancient times, it is like another dimension.

"Stab-"

If lightning flashes, it resembles thunder.

The spherical life form spans the eternity of hundreds of millions of light years, crossing from an unknown and transcendent place that the world cannot understand.

That is by no means His true form.

Lord Ye Han bit the bullet and took a rough look. He looked like a planet, with a dull color and plainness.

But He is too big.

When speeding, there is still the outline of a sphere.

Approaching the top of the head and truly breaking into this world, He is already boundless and has no end in sight.

What heaven, what sky.

In front of Him, the sky and the earth are the same, all living beings are equal, the titles and gods are all ants, and there is no clear difference.

"Hmm... the god of fusion of the three evils and the power of heaven may be close to our true form in the ancient times. No wonder he is so high-profile and rampant..."

"Jing, I am only responsible for filling the largest gap in the plane and ensuring that the world does not collapse. I don't care about anything else."

"nature."

Minggu Jingshen responded calmly:

"If we get involved in the secular world and get too much dust, there will be only disadvantages and no benefits."

"Jie, it's up to you to delay time and give Mortal World a chance to save itself. Such a contribution is already immeasurable."

"Hey, what about me?"

"Jing, if you send me to do something, you have to give me a compliment or two, right?"

The god called "Mo" by Minggu Jingshen sneered, slightly unhappy.

Unexpectedly, "Jing" turned a deaf ear, and his silent attitude annoyed "Mo" again.

"Excessive! Really excessive!"

"My words are full of loyalty and blood, and they are always priceless!"

"How much innate magic treasure will be wasted to manifest the lower realm!"

"Mo" was cursing and jumping up and down in anger.

What's even more despicable is that such radical accusations are only met with "pure" silence.

"Mo" was dejected and said in a defeated tone:

"That's all, I'm just a cow and a horse, I just accept it and I'm used to it."

"Speaking of which... is this a painting made by splashing ink, or is it a stroke of genius that highlights the suddenness of the clouds? Jing, if you don't want to praise me, can you give me some advice?"

"Whatever, as long as you're happy."

Net replied.

That kind of insouciance that penetrated the soul made Mr. Ye Han feel dizzy.

"Hey, it's so troublesome!"

"Evil cannot defeat good, and good must suppress evil. Such an ancient trick, I didn't expect it to still be circulating in the world."

"What kind of "disaster" is this? It blends into the way of heaven and pollutes the world with its own evil thoughts. How is it any different from a bed bug? "

"Thinking of the lower world was once my habitat. Wherever it arises, give me sixteen words to stop it!"

"Mo" was furious, and turned to vent his anger on Salus.

"Boom!"

The bell rang, deafening and enlightening.

Ye Hanjun raised his head, looked through the Valley of Remnant Weapons, and saw the tip of the iceberg of the big world.

From the deepest part of the sea of ​​​​Jiuxiao clouds, sixteen large characters suddenly flew up, thick ink and fragrant, strange and unparalleled.

Some of those characters are complex, some are concise, and their structures are obviously different.

In the dark, Lord Yehan had only one thought. The pronunciation of these words was the same. In human terms, it should be translated as the word "retreat".

"Retreat? Retreat, retreat, retreat...?"

Guagua, who was dazed and sleepy, clapped his fingers and his cerebellum shut down.

He can also see those strange words full of ink rhyme.

They were flying high in the sky, suddenly dispersed, and escaped into the Nine Seas, Eight Mountains, Seven Abyss and Six Realms...like idle clouds and wild cranes, wandering around everywhere.

Wherever they visited, the swaying mountains stood still and the churning oceans became flat.

Even buildings that are about to collapse will gradually return to their original appearance, no longer bringing about the fear and oppression of "disasters coming and no survivors".

"Let me tell you in advance that my words are not permanent. They can only temporarily control the spread of disasters and reduce the extinction of species as much as possible."

"If the situation still fails to improve after iteration to the next era, the life and death of the lower world has nothing to do with us. After all, fate leads you to destruction, and we cannot interfere again and again."

The voice of the Ancient Black Ink God penetrated into everyone's minds through the cracks in the void.

Immediately, He seemed to stretch out and no longer wanted to deal with all the troubles including "Jing". He said "call it a day" and retired.

"Added ink is not enough."

Just when Ye Hanjun thought that the current chaos was initially under control.

The fourth cold foreign language was like an ice-type caterpillar crawling on the neck, making people feel uncomfortable:

"The God of Heroic Spirits in later generations? It's interesting."

"I am "Huan", the unique god of fantasy in ancient times. Whatever I think can come true, and whatever I think can come true. "

"I will give you a mantle and a mantle, and you will be promoted to a temporary Heavenly Lord, and you will be able to rule the heavens and guard the Tao, and protect all spirits."

"boom--"

A beam of light as thick as a finger passed through the jade and reached Ye Chengfeng's eyebrows.

Ye Chengfeng's shirt suddenly stirred.

He closed his eyes, his black hair fluttering wildly, and his handsome yet gentle face suddenly revealed unimaginable tenacity and depth.

"The Ancient Heavenly Lord cannot be reused and has betrayed our trust and sustenance!"

"Since the "disaster" was born and the world was overturned, the nine deities of the old era should return to the dust and use their divine bodies throughout their lives to make up for the wounds of all living beings! "

"Ying, you will take charge of a part of the Heavenly Dao and further limit the activity of "Huo"!"

"There is also the ancient soldier god, the Drum of Time."

"The "Soldier" of the ancient underworld has not fallen yet. Whether it is you or the Heavenly Punishment Spear, the two words "source" are very different."

"Now that the lower world is in trouble, if you have compassion for all living beings, you can take charge of the Heavenly Dao together with "Ying". ”

“…”

Wandering in the sea of ​​blood, the Drum of Time, like a lonely ghost, suddenly woke up and forced out the disaster power that had invaded its body.

“Have the soldiers of the Dark Ancient not fallen yet…”

“Heaven’s destiny, Heaven’s wrath, Heaven’s anger, Heaven’s command… The ancient dispute between you and me may be really ridiculous under the gaze of the ancestors of the Dark Ancient…”

The Drum of Time sighed faintly, and the mist of time surrounded the body again, and the decadent spirit slowly recovered:

“Forget it, you died because of “disaster”, and we survived because of “disaster”, and the cycle of cause and effect has always been like this. ”

“Since it is the Dark Ancient’s instruction, and I have the status of the God of Double Seals, it is natural for me to accept my fate calmly. ”

“However, there is also the ancient “Dark” who is qualified to be called the newborn Lord of the Universe.” ”

“Tian Shen is dead, maybe He… has woken up? ”

…

The original Earth God Mountain is now the Ice God Mountain.

Snowflakes are flying, crushing the branches, leaving a frost-white ground.

The lightness and flawlessness of ice and snow can be seen here.

In the depths of the earth, a coffin that has been sealed for a long time is shaking wildly.

“Bang! !”

The coffin lid was smashed by a fist, and a headless corpse stood up.

He did not jump out of the coffin in time, and his neck and below were in a daze, as if thinking about something, sensing something.

“Hua…”

Finally, the headless corpse slowly crawled out of the coffin.

In an instant, the snow stopped.

The place that was originally covered with ice for thousands of years instantly melted into a bottomless lake.

The headless corpse just stood on the lake, with thin shoulders and waist, standing gracefully, with a proud demeanor.

His figure is too perfect, matching He was wearing a green dress, which looked hazy from a distance, but delicate from a close distance, and full of spiritual energy.

But under his feet, he was stepping on a pair of green lotus leaf embroidered shoes, which were as delicate as carving the moon and cutting the clouds, comparable to the craftsmanship of a ghost craftsman.

The only abrupt place was the neck.

The neck was cut horizontally by some sharp blade, and it was cut in half, thus losing the head.

The wound had scabbed over long ago, but the dark green blood seemed to be forever solidified on it. A peek at it made people sigh with regret.

"Boom!!!"

In silence, the headless corpse stomped his foot, and a pool of lake water was instantly evaporated.

He jumped to a high place, and it seemed that he was wearing invisible wings behind him, soaring into the sky, and like a dragon flying in the sky, leaping thousands of miles.

"Boom boom boom!!!" "

In the icy abyss far away on the other side of the world, an ice valley that had been sleeping for more than 100,000 years collapsed.

The statue that should have stood firm was torn into pieces with a crushing force.

The lower body of the ice god who had been guarding nearby for many years was shaking like a sieve.

They saw a crystal clear head breaking through the ice valley like a meteor, and then the wind and electricity rushed straight into the universe.

"Snap! !"

When the headless corpse really stepped into the sea of ​​blood.

The speeding head, by chance, fell on His neck.

Instantly, granulation tissue grew.

The broken wounds on the upper and lower sides were like the most precise gears re-engaged.

From the hideous wound to the seamless seam, the neck was already smooth as jade, without a single flaw.

"Click! ! ”

Seemingly missing the heavy feeling above the neck.

The goddess Ba gently turned her neck, and the bones from the coccyx to the cervical vertebrae actually made a sound like a dragon roaring and a phoenix whistling, which was shocking.

Ye Hanjun still couldn't see her face clearly.

But she clearly glanced around, and then stared at the drum of time and Ye Chengfeng, as if she had realized something.

"Congratulations, the ancient god of drought."

"I don't know if there is "Ming" in the ancient underworld, but at the moment, you and I, the three spirits, are in the realm of God, and we are the key to supporting the way of heaven and fighting against "disaster."

"Is Tian Shen dead?"

"Yes."

"What about the other eight?"

"Dead, dying, no one is spared."

"..."

The goddess Ba calmed down again, and her cold eyes examined the sky and the earth, as if she was making a decision.

After a while, she spoke again, saying:

"I have no interest in protecting the way of heaven and overlooking all living beings. ”

“If I can overcome the disaster this time, my wish is to be free and be myself.”

“This...I am afraid it is difficult.”

The Drum of Time showed a worried look, and suddenly heard "Illusion":

“Yes.”

“If everything returns to peace, as long as you give up power and desire, and let go of the reproduction and inheritance of the race, you can naturally join us, transcend the world, and explore the truth at the end of the world together.”

“If you don’t want to give up your status and achievements in the lower world, then make a new heavenly way for yourself.”

“As long as you give yourself a reasonable meaning of existence, no one can interfere with you, you can do whatever you want.”

“Okay.”

The goddess nodded and asked directly:

“How to do it?”

“It’s very simple, Jie and Mo, control the situation, and can only reduce casualties.”

“With my help, Ying will be listed as the same heavenly master as you two, and you three just take up the responsibility.”

The ancient illusion god of the underworld said lightly:

"When all the Nine Heavenly Lords die and the old power is taken away, "disaster" will inevitably take over. "

"If all of it is taken away by him, his power will become stronger. At that time, Mohejie will not be able to stop him with only this part of his power, and the death of all living beings will happen again."

"As the Heavenly Lords of the new era, your only two missions are to seize back the privileges of Heaven as much as possible, and do not let misfortunes go your way."

"On the other hand, accumulate strength and wait for the opportunity to fight to the death. In the end, you will survive if you succeed, and you will die if you fail. Your destiny is ultimately in your own hands."

"What is timing?"

Tiannu Ba asked again, with the same brevity, getting to the core of the problem.

The ancient fantasy god replied coldly:

"'Misfortune' can disrupt the world and bring endless disasters. "

"'Misfortune' can also disturb the mind, turning good gods into evil gods and assimilating them into allies. "

"You must try every means to stop Him. Those who still have conscience should win over Him, and those who fall into filth should be killed."

"When He has been attacking the people for a long time and becomes extremely angry and reappears in his true form, the final battle will not only determine your fate, but also the fate of all the heavens."

Ming Gu Huan Shen paused, considered, and temporarily added:

"Not surprisingly, the transition between the Second Era and the Third Era is a key node."

"From then on, the power of "Jie" and "Ink" will fade away greatly, and the disaster will become strong enough to kill all living beings and take advantage of them. "

"Only four thousand years?"

Drum of Time is worried:

"Such a short time passed in the blink of an eye. How can we gather enough power?"

"Even if the way of heaven is broken, there will be no obstacle for the true god to attack the god. If you want to reach the level of defeating the "disaster", you must pile up the number of gods..."

"Okay, that's enough, we're going back to silence."

Minggu Jingshen spoke at the right time, took over the "illusion" that had been interfering for a long time, and said calmly:

"There is still hope, such as the little one and his human companions."

"You are the darlings of heaven. Now that the emperor is killed in battle, all the evil in the sky can be attributed to "disaster". "

"If you can understand the nature of this world, you don't need much, just a little, it will be enough to survive in desperate situations."

"Wow..."

On Guagua's neck, the jade disappeared.

There was no sound in my ears, the Valley of Remnant Weapons was quiet, and the hidden soldiers and beasts did not dare to take a breath from the beginning to the end.

They could not hear the voice of Minggu, but they could see their ancestors ascending to unknown places and face the ultimate terror.

Lord Ye Han glanced at them one by one, and finally looked at the scene of the sky that was about to disappear. By coincidence, he happened to be looking at each other at the same time as Tiannu Ba, Ye Chengfeng, and Drum of Time.

"Wow..."

The image disappeared, and the situation outside the valley was no longer prying eyes.

Ye Hanjun slowly exhaled the stuffy air in his chest, and immediately let the fresh air fill his limbs and bones again.

Since more gods of dual seals are needed to face the "disaster"...

So, can this unprecedented double crown be enough to fight? (End of chapter)