Chapter 2390 The Lonely Wind Drifts

Five points and three realms.

The new post-war pattern of Feng Universe.

The three realms refer to gods, immortals, and mortals.

As for five, they are the five restricted areas.

The Shen Dynasty was defeated, and the other inheritances that were not very submissive, except for those who were far away, had basically been wiped out. His five families divided the three realms, not only the territory and cultivation resources, but also the so-called luck.

It's time to eat too much, and the light of the restricted area has been shining for nine days.

From a distance, the ancestral lands of the five families are all shining with splendor.

It is precisely because of the beautiful scenery that it attracts crowds of spectators one after another, and the sight of them lasts until midnight.

Putting aside the behavior in the restricted area, the visions of their family are still very mysterious. In addition, the ancient sound of Tao resounds throughout the world again and again.

The more you listen, the more chance and epiphany you will have.

After a long time, it actually created a scene of a great revival of the gods.

That’s right, let’s recuperate!

The war has ended, and the dilapidated mountains and rivers have regained their vitality.

The end of the old era heralds the beginning of a new era. The lives lost in disasters and catastrophes have become the dust of history. Some people may remember them, but most of them will be gradually forgotten as the years go by.

I don't know which day, the blood-stained wind drifted into the turbulent flow of time and space.

It is still homeless, wandering around the world like a lonely ghost.

No one knows it exists, and even if they do, they can't see or touch it.

As soon as it floats, it will be ten springs, autumns, winters and summers.

Ten years, as far as the world is concerned, are an earth-shaking decade.

Under the rule of the restricted area, the Three Realms are ushering in a great prosperity.

Naturally, under the cloak of prosperity, there is indispensable blood.

As the same saying goes, those who obey will prosper and those who rebel will perish. The iron blood in the restricted area perfectly explains what cruelty is.

In the eleventh year, the five supreme inheritances united into the underworld.

The underworld is also divided, and the wails of fierce ghosts are often transmitted to the underworld.

A brave god once entered and took a look inside. What he saw and heard was mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"What is this restricted area for?"

"Obviously: raising ghosts."

"Raising ghosts?"

Those who don’t know why are confused.

The elders with far-sighted eyes have deep eyes. The so-called raising ghosts refers to raising souls.

When the time comes, they will all be nourishment for the restricted area.

Even at the worst, you can still reap endless offerings. Over time, your luck will gather, and in the course of thousands of generations, the restricted area will spread all over the world.

In the thirteenth year, a thunderstorm exploded across the entire universe.

That was a divine punishment, an unprecedented divine punishment for the Son of Zhentian.

As the saying goes, there is no establishment without destruction. The misfortune of the past caused his foundation to collapse. Now he has rebuilt his Dao Fruit, breaking through the barriers in one fell swoop, and entered the Quasi-Desolate Realm from the Emperor God Realm.

The power of heaven's punishment was too magnificent, attracting too many people to watch.

The son of Zhentian is really brave. There are people from all over the world who are looking for the gods in the restricted area. He just doesn't hide well and actually jumps out by himself. Isn't he afraid of being surrounded and killed by the restricted area?

around.

If you say surround, then surround.

The nose of the Supreme Inheritance was very smart. He arrived soon, and the five restricted areas arrived at the same time, with such a huge momentum that they crashed into the eight wastelands.

In the eighteenth year, divine rain fell from the sky, covering the entire universe.

It’s time for God’s conscience to realize it and send blessings to the world that has suffered many disasters.

Along with the divine rain, the heaven and earth changed drastically.

Mortals may not feel much, but the immortals and gods are in a trance when they see the expression of nothingness, because bathing in the divine rain, the shackles of the soul seem to be untied, and they cross their knees to realize the Tao, and can be closer to the world. Pay attention, there is an epiphany.

From this day on, there has been a catastrophe in the starry sky.

Too many people have broken through, and it seems like a harbinger of a golden age.

"The creation of the Fusion Era is gradually flowing into the world."

It's still the old guys who get together and talk deeply.

However, the words are true. The integration of the small universe into the large universe is an opportunity to benefit all living beings.

In the twenty-fourth year, strange phenomena appeared in nothingness, and there was chaos.

In the chaos, there is the scene of the creation of the world, accompanied by the sound of Tao.

"Chaos body?"

Too many retired seniors were awakened from their slumber.

I have seen the vision, and it is true that in this era, a body of chaos is born.

Those who were alarmed, as well as the supreme inheritance, all had their own positioning, and finding the Chaos Body was a sure thing.

"What a chaotic body."

"Heaven-defying bloodline."

Gods from too many restricted areas gathered in a starry sky.

The chaotic body is born here, and this is the source of visions and Taoist sounds.

boom! boom!

The starry sky, which had been free of war for a long time, soon began to roar with a thunderous roar.

This time, it was a civil war in the penalty area, and they fought hard to grab Chaos.

No one knows who gets the Chaos Body.

I only know that a few years later, there will be light shining through the Shenxu.

This is the transformation of Demon Lord Wuwu, and all the nine heavens and ten earths tremble because of him.

"Could he have swallowed the Chaos Body?"

If this is the case, many people are asking.

The answer is yes, the creation of Wuwu Demon Lord is paved with the blood and bones of the Chaos Body.

In the thirty-ninth year, the darkness shook, but there was a sudden appearance.

It's a change in the divine dynasty, or to be precise, it's a loss of luck.

It is formless and formless, but it makes the light of the broken little world gradually dim.

"Are you unable to make a comeback?"

Mo Xuan stood on the top of the mountain and muttered to himself.

He is gray-haired

, and bleeding from the corner of the mouth.

Thirty-nine years have passed, and he has become even older. His whole body is covered with the aura of death. Not only has his cultivation level not increased, but he has also fallen into the realm of gods.

It was because he was injured so badly that even the power of the gods could not support his body that was riddled with holes.

Today, those cloudy old eyes have lost their luster.

In the forty-seventh year, the blood-stained wind drifted back to his hometown.

However, Daxia has been in ruins, and the city named "Forget the Ancients" no longer exists.

Here, it floated for a long time, going around in circles for more than ten years, but refused to leave.

It wasn't until a white moonlight shone down from the sky that it drifted into the distance.

Sixty years, a full period, it finally found its direction, passed through thousands of mountains and rivers, and landed in a mortal country.

There is nothing surprising here, and it is quite desolate.

When the blood-stained wind blows in, a strange scene emerges.

How weird is that? The moon hanging high in the sky turned as white as snow.

The white moon, that is the unique beauty of the blood-stained wind.

Because the moon in the eyes of the world has not changed at all.

"Luna."

There are words in the dark, it is God speaking.

The myth of the ninth life is still there, and it is slowly living out the tenth life.

She really loves her disciple, and even the laws of heaven and reincarnation cannot stop him.

Look at the blood-stained wind. In addition to the blood color, there is also a ray of white moonlight.

"temple."

This word again, from beginning to end, never stopped.

It was with this call that the blood-stained wind fell into the mountains.

The lonely wind has been wandering for sixty years, but it seems to have found its home, taking root in the world, bathing in the white moonlight, and gradually coming to life.

"Ying Jie enters the world."

God’s words contain both lamentation and emotion.

These two masters and apprentices are really interesting. They are taking the opposite path.