burst god

Chapter 1118 Life is broken!

The screen interweaves.

A few simple linear drawings flashed by!
In the old man's mind, however, he constructed a map of Jingyang Mountain and several huge figures.

[Jingyang Mountain is safe. 】

After getting this information, he stopped paying attention to Jingyang Mountain, but continued to interpret the next piece of information flow.

……

[I saw the altar again, and its appearance became clearer. 】

But the altar has not been found for thousands of years.

With a sigh in his heart, the old man stopped paying attention.

The world is not perfect, and he can't guarantee that his divination must be a picture of the future of all reality. Many things cannot be found, and the failure to find it will have no effect on the future.

For example, the altar under the starry sky.

It has appeared more than a dozen times in divination for thousands of years, but there is no clue in reality.

The old man speculated that it might be a mural recorded in a hidden cave somewhere.

……

[The back figure sitting cross-legged quietly against the black background...does it refer to martial arts practice? 】

Counting now, that figure has appeared twice.

He paid attention to it the first time, because whoever looks at it at first glance looks like a thinker facing the starry sky, well, the black background may also be a cliff in the abyss.

But that figure did not fluctuate in the divination scene, just like a photocopy on the martial arts secret book, in fact, it is just a look.

After finding no relevant clues, the ancestor of Shijia warned the big families five years ago that if they practice diligently, there will be a scene of peak talents, so he put this clue into martial arts practice.

[Cultivation is never-ending, and the next five years of young generation's practice still cannot be slack. 】

……

[Red Snow Mountain, big avalanche, small natural disaster. 】

【No problem. 】

……

[Evergreen County, cracked?There is nothing there... no, forbidden land! 】

The skin around the eye sockets of the ancestor of Shijia was obviously stretched, and he raised his head.

In the next second, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

Countless lines of varying thickness interweave into an extremely abstract pattern.

It was a twisted, wriggling picture.

The flowing black background is like the sky, like the abyss, and like the nightmare in memory...those black cracks.

In the rapid analysis of the ancestors of the ten armors, the abstract pattern in the field of vision suddenly became clear!
The black lines seemed to come alive, and began to spread rapidly along a certain trajectory.

Lines meet lines, and outlines gradually take shape.

The pointed top, like a bamboo shoot, keeps growing.

The body of the Shijia ancestor suddenly began to shake.

For the first time real fear filled his cloudy eyes.

Because that picture actually embodies the history he told for thousands of years, and it is more vivid and detailed.

It was a building that stood in the dark...

Tower!

"No, impossible."

The ancestors of Shijia lived a long and long time.

He is willing to become a living dead for the future of the ethnic group and to see the essence of fate.

He almost lost the expression of emotion, because he was used to seeing life and death, and had no feeling for death.

Because he has lived for too long, his emotions are only dull after years of accumulation.

No joy, no sorrow, no anger.

He is unique and transcendent.

But at this moment, his voice revealed a thousand-year-old emotion——

fear!

It is different from the illusion deliberately displayed in front of Tantai Dongshu and others.

It was the fear that really shook his soul.

because……

In the past thousand years, that tower has never appeared before!

……

……

When distant and real memories emerged, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

He stared at the picture obsessively, and suddenly felt some warmth and pain on his cheeks.

Withered palms stroked his cheeks.

The sticky warmth is transmitted to the palm.

He stared straight at the rapidly spinning streamer, which reflected his horrific face that was constantly shedding flesh and blood.

But at this moment, the old man's gaze surpassed his own reflection and fell deeper into the light and shadow.

There, the lines are still intertwined and outlined.

Mottled clouds, flickering thunder and lightning, eternal fog.

A higher layer that obscures the invisible.

Just like back then.

Who knows how many bones were buried under the silent picture.

……

【High tower seal】!
The moment this thought appeared in his heart, the old man's body trembled again.

Only when the seal is broken will the Great Terror return to the world.

Could it be that the seal will be broken in the next five years?

Could it be that these years of life sacrifices cannot continue to strengthen the seal!

The lines in the light and shadow are still intertwined, and they don't stop due to his will.

The old man was like a stunned audience until he saw a figure gradually appearing in front of the tower.

That is a back view.

The old man tried to open his eyes wide.

slap!

One of his eyeballs fell out and rolled to the ground.

Purple-black blood gushes from the eye sockets.

The old man turned a deaf ear and stared at the back with his only remaining eye.

Sudden.

The figure that should have flashed past like a mural moved.

The black shadow turned around slowly.

It was like a stick figure on white paper suddenly turned into an ink animation.

The simple and tall figure, the faintly visible young face, and a pair of bright eyes, are indifferent and calm.

Isolate light and shadow from time and space.

Obviously, there was never that person in front of him.

The two pairs of eyes seem to meet silently at this moment, and then the silhouette in the light and shadow turns around quietly.

The dynamic ink figures are transformed into static murals.

The old man opened his mouth wide, trying to say something.

He reached out, wanting to touch...

boom!
At this moment, there was a roar in my ears.

The light and shadow collapsed.

A cloud of powder fell from the sky and landed on the old man's decayed and bloodstained face.

The remaining eyeball is covered in powder.

The old man's vision was swallowed.

The fishy smell in the throat surges...

He couldn't bear it anymore, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the back of his head hit the bluestone heavily.

Let the flesh fall off and the bones rot, but there is a voice in his mind that denies his thousand years of past——

[Bixi armor, it's broken. 】

……

"Ancestor!"

"Master Ancestor!"

Voices came from far and near, full of panic.

The white mist dissipated in an instant, and it was as invisible as when it came.

The three of them saw clearly the old man lying in a pool of blood.

Tantai Dongshu hurriedly bent down to help the Shijia ancestor, but when the other party turned around, revealing the body surface that was constantly falling into pieces of flesh, he trembled in fright and froze on the spot.

Swish!
Tantai Dongshu almost jumped up with a jerk, but forcibly suppressed his fear and stopped on the spot.

Because his arm was firmly grasped by a withered palm with visible bones!

The old man raised his head with all his strength, and blood flowed from the remaining eye.

"I haven't seen in a thousand years... a catastrophe... a tower, a former... person."

Every word seemed to exhaust all his strength. When he struggled to finish the word "person", the old man who had lived for thousands of years and was honored as the ancestor of the Shijia made a hoo hoo sound in his throat, and he was breathless after he straightened up .

Tantai Dongshu, who was supporting the old man, had a buzzing in his head, but there was no other sound in his ears.

The remaining two were stunned.

Xiao Daotong, who had just rushed outside the house, was shaking all over.

They know that the sky of Wuyuanlu...

collapsed.

(End of this chapter)