Chapter 1368 The Source of the Great Catastrophe in the Upper Realm

"Yue, don't you know it yourself?"

"Then let it go, anything is fine."

Jiang Ding nodded.

The Moon Spirit of the Sun Lake is essentially a cold array spirit logic. Now it is so lively that it is even about to give birth to self-awareness and become a life.

This is not without reason.

These are derived from the indulgence of the Sun Sword Sons and the Sun Sword Masters of previous generations, because Yue accompanied them through their entire adolescence and had special feelings.

For this generation of Sun Sword Sons, the same is true.

It may even be more serious.

Because in his consciousness, his adolescence has never ended, and the unique socialization and warmth of the immortal sect monks have further aggravated this tendency.

He and Xiyuan and other Sun Sword Sons of previous generations have the same view on this issue: I can suppress the world alone, without clearing Yue's spiritual wisdom to do it, and without sacrificing anything.

The ten true masters of the immortal sect and their clones fell into the comprehension of immortal arts.

Yes, Hua Lingling, the body-refining master, was also there. For immortal sect cultivators, doing scientific research is instinctive. Whether it is a human or a panda, they have been trained year after year. This is a professional skill.

In the distant past, Hua Lingling's enlightenment teacher was Yuan and his generation.

Suddenly, a picture of black air lingering appeared on the computer screen on the mechanical neck of Wanji Master, and the monitoring array beeped, indicating that his soul was in great disorder.

Clang!

Jiang Ding immediately drew his sword.

The materialistic sun sword soul simulated the sun's destruction sword soul, and the fluctuations were transmitted to Wanji Master's ears, saying: "Senior Wanji, wake up!"

"Xi..."

Wanji Master shuddered, woke up instantly, looked forward with horror, and instinctively burned his blood.

"Stinky boy, you are courting death!"

Wanji Master was furious, and gave the blue-clothed boy in front of him a forehead bang, breaking the space.

"Haha..."

Jiang Ding smiled awkwardly.

He did this subconsciously because he thought it would be the best way to wake up Wanji Zhenzun without hurting him.

However, it seemed that the effect was too good.

"Please don't blame me, senior!"

"I won't do it again next time."

Jiang Ding apologized repeatedly.

Wanji Zhenzun still looked angry and slapped him three times on the head, and went to heal his wounds angrily.

Burning blood essence is no joke, and the soul injury caused by comprehending immortal arts has seriously injured him.

Jiang Ding was much more honest afterwards and changed to a less effective but gentler awakening method.

In the next few decades, the immortal gate Zhenzun woke up one by one, and the last one to wake up was Yuan. He didn't need anyone to wake him up, and he could wake up spontaneously. He went to the central array spirit computer to monitor it over and over again, and upload his own understanding, so as not to forget the inspiration in a flash.

This kind of thing is very likely to happen in immortal arts. The soul memory of the cultivator is not reliable in the face of a stronger essence.

Many immortal sects' Divine Transformation cultivators did not come, because the threshold for safe comprehension of the fragments of immortal arts, even when the central array spirit computer was sealed off layer by layer, could only be reached by cultivators of the Void Refining Realm.

"Da Ri, thank you for your hard work."

"According to the order, I will be responsible for the care next."

After completing the self-examination, Yuan began to take over.

"Then I'll leave it to Senior Yuan."

Jiang Ding sat down as he said.

He no longer suppressed the thoughts that were gushing out in his heart, and his soul was completely relaxed, falling into the comprehension of the fragments of immortal arts.

In the haze, he didn't know how time and years passed.

It seemed that many years had passed, and it seemed that it was just a moment.

In the endless river of time, Jiang Ding saw the vague figure again.

He stood on the Avenue of Rules, in the endless galaxy, and slapped out with one palm, which contained gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, as well as time, space, and cause and effect.

The whole world fell into silence because of this.

Everything in the universe and galaxy, rules, time, space, the flow of the galaxy, the breath of life, the spread of light, the existence of cause and effect... everything, all solidified.

Then, the whole world shrank towards the center, from a three-dimensional to a thin layer of pictures, the thickness of which was infinitely close to zero.

A gust of wind blew, and cracks appeared in the picture, slowly breaking.

Everything in this universe and galaxy disappeared, including several small worlds and many stars in the universe.

Even in the memory of the world and all living beings, it disappeared.

These small worlds, stars in the universe, and the monks born in the small worlds have forgotten everything, even if their parents, wives and children are in those disappeared small worlds.

In the following time, many monks who lost their loved ones were inexplicably distressed and sad, but they didn't know the reason anyway, and didn't know why they were sad.

All the causes and effects, memories, no longer exist.

This is the fairy art of suppressing the sky!

Jiang Ding was shocked, beyond words, and terrified.

The first time he comprehended the immortal arts, it was in Beiyuan, near the Animal Spirit Immortal City. At that time, he was still in the Golden Core Stage, the middle stage of the Golden Core Stage, and he had seen similar scenes.

Today, his strength is many times stronger than his own five thousand years ago. He thought he could have some room to be calm, but he didn't expect to fall into a more horrified state.

He saw hundreds of thousands of times more huge information, pouring into his mind, and was rapidly distorting his cognition.

In a trance, he seemed to have turned into a twisted giant beast called "Zhenkong", with thousands of hands and feet, twisting everything, suppressing the five elements, cutting off yin and yang, blocking time...

"wake up!"

Drink far lower.

His expression was serious, and his voice was like a sharp sword piercing into the soul of the Great Sun Heavenly Lord. This was not just a simple question, but more like a direct soul attack, to activate the survival instinct of the sword cultivator.

The crazy expression of the young man in green froze.

"puff!"

Jiang Ding vomited blood and fell down as if his body collapsed. His clothes were dyed red with blood.

The only thing that made people feel at ease was that his eyes regained their brightness, the sword soul began to take over the body, clearing away all the chaos in the body, and the mana and consciousness began to restore order.

He began to improve, but was not completely depressed.

Yuan Yuan checked Jiang Ding and found that there were no serious wounds. He felt relieved and asked, "Can you gain some understanding?"

Perhaps because of his natal flying sword, the Great Sun Lord's magical resistance was the highest among those present, which was why he was put on duty first.

Now he has the most serious injury.

Yuan guessed that this might be because he understood too deeply and saw more of the essence of immortality, which was contaminated, changed, and impacted by the chaotic and unknown knowledge.

"Senior, there is no key knowledge, just a secret."

"The secret about the emergence of magic."

Jiang Ding silently healed his wounds, took a breath, and then said slightly weakly.

The reason for the emergence of magic?

The surrounding Zhenzun Lianxu was shocked.

There was a haze around him, and the spiritual energy fluctuated. This came from the divine consciousness of the Great Sun Lord, projecting a hazy scene.

The picture was blurry, as if separated by an extremely far distance, an extremely far away time, and... an extremely far away dimension, so that the low-level monks could not see anything clearly and could only see two blurry figures.

The two figures were so blurry that I couldn't even see clearly whether they were human figures or not. I could only instinctively feel words like 'greatness', 'immortality', 'time' and 'immortality'.

These two indescribable beings were whispering.

Perhaps their conversation was only a few words, but in the eyes of low-level creatures, countless years have passed.

The secrets of the endless avenue flowed in it, and the fate of countless creatures in countless worlds of the universe was revealed in their words. In the following hundreds of thousands of years, the general fate of creatures in the universe has been reflected, as clear as palm prints and as common sense.

All Jiang Ding could hear were just a few words.

"……hatred……"

"...sea of ​​blood...selfishness..."

"... Dao Lords and Immortal Kings have all fallen... A great disaster is bound to come... Today, we are suppressing the sky, preaching to the starry sky, and filling the sky with our little power..."

This ended the conversation between the two impossible-to-name creatures.

It's not that they only said these, but that this is the only thing that can be understood by low-level creatures. Low-level creatures do not have the soul structure to understand high-level creatures and cannot withstand that kind of information.