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Chapter 434 61. Fog of Time
In the collapsed place, Baizi and Heizi collided, and after each other's destruction, waves of morning star destruction bloomed.

Under the endless falling sunspots and whites, he picked up the wine gourd from the sky, and restrained the drunkenness on his face for the first time.

From the sight of the sky, this collapsed land that can deprive ancient stars of mass at will and absorb time and space is changing, transforming from the most essential darkness to light, the place where the man stands is cracked, and the surface of the entire collapsed land seems to have become an uneasy eggshell , was broken and floated irregularly on the egg white.

As for the things that are about to hatch under the egg shell, it is already clear from the sky.

That is goodness.

The face of the good sage is covered with white face. He is no longer the body that he used to maintain in the past. This ancient saint who has ruled the good world for several epochs has revealed his true face. It turns out that the wings that hang down and cover the entire good world come from the body of the good sage. Pieces of feathers spread wantonly, and the pure white saint wearing a white corolla held his head high. Rather than saying that the light engulfed him, he was the source of the light.

He moved forward step by step, stepping over the huge abyss that could bury the galaxy.

The sons of the Legion of the Law Dao hang under the feathers of the saint, holding sharp knives, and the sharp knives are burning with fire to kill demons.The evil thoughts from hell have retreated. They shouldn't know what fear is, but facing such an existence, it is difficult for them to step forward after all.The center of the streamer is the supreme good of the universe. In his eyes, all evils and difficulties are like fine dust on a chopping board, which is easily brushed away and melted into the sunlight.

The wings fluttered, and in the center of the overflowing light, Shansheng stood up slowly, four pairs of wings covered his body, and his claws like cold moon hooks were exposed on the edges of the wings.

His image is like a strange bird with an upright torso, wearing a white mask with iron jade texture, and the eyes of this strange bird come from the feathers, which are the billions of pupils that tear the darkness of the universe and watch this place.

There was a dull roar. Looking back from the sky, it was the evil saint who had been silent all the time. The mask on his face was as weird as that of the good saint. The crying expression made of golden lines was distorted. Then, from the sky, he saw the evil saint's head slowly Rise a black sun!

The black sun rotates, stripping away all matter in all directions.

The thick darkness almost condensed into substance, the evil spirits of hell surrounded the evil saint, and slowly lifted him up, he began to grow taller and illusory, and his human-like figure also disappeared, replaced by a black flame torso, that The mask still stayed at the head position, the flames extended out of the arms, and the hands were held empty. The ear-piercing friction sound pierced the collapsed ground. It was a huge scythe that almost split the collapsed ground vertically, and was held in the hand.

At the same moment, good and evil disappear.

The collapsed ground instantly returned to dead silence.

From the sky, we can observe the battlefield between the Law and Dao, which collapses and is far away from the world, but it is still located in the material universe. Laws and Laws and Laws catalyze the necessary process of dimension ascension after overflowing, and it is necessary to fight to the death in another dimension.Sheng led the Legion of Law and Taoism to charge, and the role of Tao was difficult to play on each other, so the oldest and primitive method of struggle was revealed.

Fighting, roaring, like returning to an era when there was no civilization, drinking blood like a hair.

After the glow of the law, it was the friction and collision between the holy body and the holy body, the giant scythe cut the feathers, and the sharp claws knocked open the flames.

Evil is still no match for good.

After observing the battlefield for a long time, I came to a conclusion from the world.

It's not that he has no way to enter the dimension-enhancing battlefield of Ludao. Jiutian can't take the initiative to open the dimension-enhancing battlefield like Ludao, but there are many ways to defeat Ludao in the dimension-enhancing battlefield.He just winked at Congtian and watched for a while, and had no intention of participating in this battlefield.

If it were seven to eighty million years ago, Congtian might still have the ambition to step into the battlefield of ascension and fight the Old Sage, but now it is all.

He has been in Jiuxiang for too long, so long that he no longer desires to achieve results in the struggle. He only wants convenience and how to act as efficiently as possible.

At this time, a wisp of white smoke floated in from outside the collapsed ground and fell into Cong Tian's hands.

God knew it was the fox who had been guarding the collapsed ground all along.

This smell of smoke mixed with the smell of Hu Meizi was even more pungent than his smell of alcohol.

He waved his hand to disperse the smoke.A few lines of handwriting were brewed under the smoke, and with just one glance, I couldn't sit still from the sky.

"There are creatures reversing the past."

Looking down from the sky, squinting his eyes, the heavy feeling surrounded by the smell of alcohol was expelled from his mind.

"There was a part of the past that came to this world with the help of something, a certain law against the sky. I don't know who did it, but I know that part of the past. Jiu Mengzi, who do you think is standing in the fog of the past?"

The smudged handwriting was crushed from the sky, he stood up, and solemnly pinned the yellow gourd to his waist.

He didn't look any further.

Because the familiar sound of flute came, it was as sweet as ever.

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The fog of time spreads unknowingly, flooding the world, even the stars are immersed in the fog, dreaming dreams that belong to the past.

The sunken world is lit up, brilliant fireworks bloom in the darkness, rising to the sky with the shadow of the dragon.

The stars answer the dragon's call and together weave a scene from the past.

In the thick fog, the treetops swayed, the wind from the past blew over the jade tablet, the jade tablet shook, the real name engraved on it was shining, and the corresponding gods slowly emerged, walked out, whispered ancient songs, and played the sound of the piano , sword rubbing, battle robe hunting.

Where the ancient trees stretched out, the servants of the law fell to the ground in a daze, and the detention of the law suspended above their heads melted like snow.

The shadow of the dragon roamed in the sky, burning with flames all over.

Li Chengqi stared at the shadow of the dragon cruising under the foggy sky. He found that the Master seemed to have changed a little. The familiar ghost face turned into an auspicious dragon commonly seen in ancient murals.Even the torso, which was as tall as a mountain and whose scales were folded like thorns, became much softer. It was no longer a ferocious water chestnut, but a pattern of fish scales like waves.

The gate of hell opens, and the world of goodness changes.

But above the sea of ​​mirrors, the ancient trees are in the sky, and the knots are knotted in the stars. The immortals are no longer legends, and the heavenly soldiers and generals are killing the sky.

Outside the collapsed place, broken stars and the mist of time covered the place, and even the red and fierce sun's light could not penetrate this layer of strange white mist.

Xian Tian exhaled a puff of smoke, and his eyes melted into the fog along with the smoke.

She tapped on the tobacco rod, and summoned Qinglong Changming.

"Follow this road all the way out, remember that No.80 drops the blood in the vessel in one step, and then manifests the body, and you can walk away from this fog when you swallow the cloud for the ninth time."

Seeing the doubts in Chang Ming's eyes, Xian Tian tapped his blue dragon horn with a cigarette stick, and said with a light smile: "There is a guest here, the guest you shouldn't see, after leaving Xingyu of the Good Realm, you can go wherever you want for the time being." Hey, remember not to go back to Tianyang, if we haven't gone back, there will be old people in Daoyuan Sea coming out to trouble you."

After Xiantian finished speaking, he took another puff, and let out the smoke and smile to the tall and blue dragon beside him.

"Let's go, my concubine is going to receive guests."

The smoke dissipated, and Xiantian had disappeared from Changming's sight.

(End of this chapter)