Valkyrie

Chapter 1962 Illusion
The imaginary world where the years intersect.

Everything is full of unknowns and mysteries.

When Lin Huang walked out of the ice and snow world, what he encountered were pieces of ancient cemeteries.

Countless ancient resentful souls roared, filling the entire void with gloom.

"The resentful soul of the gods!"

Lin Huang sensed it at a glance... Those screaming, weeping and sobbing resentful souls all possessed terrifying abilities.

Now only the gods can influence him.

Lin Huang was surprised...

He looked up, and there was no end to the cemeteries.

Every grave is like a low pile of loess.

The old man has not yet completely died, and the long river of time in the imaginary world collides again.

Their hometown is gone.

"The seventh Nirvana is the River of Silence! There is not much physical suffering...but loneliness, eternal loneliness!"

Lin Huang shuttled back and forth in the random cemetery, but he still couldn't find the way out.

When he came back to his senses, his eyes were dim and lost their focus.

On the mighty battlefield, an ancient weeping god spoke, and he put down the bloody ancient Xun in his hand, with tears in his eyes.

"This...is it really a virtual world?"

Except for Wu Gu and Xue Ji, he has never seen the horror of the imaginary world... Here, apart from the staggering of years, there seems to be no special horror.

Lin Huang muttered to himself, "Which era of war is this again!"

Success or failure!
The human race has always disobeyed the fate, and only do human things.

"Why do you have such a real feeling? Is that the reflection of the years that existed in the imaginary world, or..."

"Is it Daoyun...is it the soul...is it the heart of the Dao...or is it imprisoning me?"

Can……

Gu Xun is sad.

but.

For some reason, Lin Huang had a strange question.

An era of belonging to the human race is over.

In the imaginary world, everything is just a mirror reflection of the real world and is illusory.

……

"What kind of war happened on this land in the real world?"

"How should I get out? Is it possible that this virtual world is my own cage. Heaven doesn't need to use Nirvana to obliterate itself, but only needs to use the virtual world to imprison itself?"

All around, the sound of whimpering was everywhere... and then the sound of the ancient Xun sounded, full of desolation and antiquity, giving people a sense of sadness.

In the picture, the bloody ancient xun finally shattered.

They... will survive.

"This time, the catastrophe of the tides has not been overcome after all! The fire of the human race needs you to ignite it. The future of the human race needs you to protect it. The next era of the human race needs you to start!"

Looking at the scene around him, his heart was shocked.

"Why do the years stagger?"

As far as he could see, hundreds of millions of mountains and rivers were all blood-colored.

Outside the portal, a human god screamed in pain, and then entered the portal even more crazily.

"The first six times of nirvana were all thunderbolts, and the terrifying power of extinction wanted to annihilate me! This is the annihilation of form, first destroying form... and then Dao Yun!"

Lin Huang looked around, but there was no name on the tomb.

Even the resentful souls transformed by those roars are all incomplete, there are human races... and there are also ten thousand races.

"The seventh time is the imprisonment of the heart!"

It definitely qualifies for the seventh nirvana.

"Then what is the calamity of Nirvana against oneself?"

Lin Huang knew that if he had never experienced the Silent River before, he might be obliterated by loneliness.

The old man vomited blood and laughed loudly. Before he died, he turned and looked back at the portal that carried the hope of the human race. His eyes were full of hope and a smile appeared on his face.

All directions are the corpses of human gods!
The four words "blood flowed into the sea" are far from being able to describe the death he saw.

Don't fight to the death.

This shouldn't be the tomb of the gods after their fall... In the long river of time, there must have been a major event that caused the gods to fall at a certain time.

He was not prepared for the sudden and shocking scene...but he had the feeling of being in it.

Lin Huang searched for a way out and an answer at the same time, "What exactly is the eighth Nirvana, and how should I get out?"

Lin Huang searched in confusion.

woohoo...

"Always remember, the human race... no matter how many tides you have experienced, never admit defeat! Always remember, the human race... no matter how many times you have experienced the tides, civilization will continue!"

Woo.

Just because he has experienced it, passing through the seventh Nirvana does not seem to be that difficult.

……

Lin Huang thought of many possible answers for a while, but he didn't have a definite answer.

Thousands of miles of battlefield, millions of dead bodies.

Not long after walking, Lin Huang was still affected.

He was puzzled, so he could only continue to grope forward in this cemetery.

He was lost.

everything is over.

Lin Huang asked and answered by himself, his figure was as fast as lightning in the chaotic cemetery, as if he had fallen into a kind of bewilderment.

Little guys, it doesn't matter if the family is extinct this time, the big deal is to revive it again... It's just that in the years to come, you will have to suffer more, and there will be no time for drinking and talking.

Lin Huang talked to himself and began to analyze.

"The imaginary world... what is the meaning of existence? Why is there a staggered time?"

Lin Huang regained consciousness instantly.

Lin Huang was puzzled.

However, they became deserters of the human race.

In the sky of Taixu, the gods of all races came to kill them.

"My gentlemen... look back at our hometown again! Please also remember our hometown, and remember this sad whisper!"

The portal that stands between heaven and earth is filled with silver light, engraved with ancient runes of human race formations, exuding a coercion that dominates the universe.

Lin Huang looked up at the sky and the earth, sighing.

Affected by the roar of the wronged soul, his soul lost focus, and he strayed into the depths of the tombs of the gods, unable to find the way out.

They have become lonely night watchmen in the dark night of the myriad worlds, waiting for the fire of human civilization to flicker again.

"Then the eighth Nirvana...in what way is it going to kill me?"

"who I am?"

Lin Huang suddenly murmured to himself.

That old human god is about to fall in front of him.

Lin Huang felt sad in his heart, but he didn't stop...

Lin Huang frowned.

The old man holding the bloody ancient Xun was burning with a blazing glow all over his body, guarding outside a portal standing between heaven and earth with a sword.

Even though they are gods, fighting fiercely in the world, they can't help but look pale at this moment, with the meaning of prosperity and decline.

The inheritance of human civilization will be engraved on your body!
……

Let the gods on several ancient battlefields look back at their hometown.

Only then did these gods go homeless.

Time has turned against the chaos in the cemetery, and the space here has been folded, turning into an ancient battlefield almost at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lin Huang was shocked and suddenly came back to his senses.

Lin Huang's low voice was full of doubts, "Is that a memory that belongs to me?"

That incomparably real feeling made Lin Huang doubt the real existence of the virtual world!
"I don't know about witchcraft... I don't know about the hundred years of Emperor Jintian... This is not my memory. This is the virtual world..."

"But why is it so real?"

"Is it because I have participated in the experience of the tidal extinction, or...falling into a demonic barrier, is the eighth catastrophe of nirvana?"

(End of this chapter)