Why is this main god space a sewing monster!

Chapter 1180 Three Great Moments
"How is that possible? Although I can't remember the exact time, each of the three events lasted for at least one to two months. Meaning. At dawn, the supreme purple air came from the east, the midday sun was rendered by the blue thunder, and the dried red blood turned into dusk. This is the summary of the changes made by a wise man among our survivors."

"The supreme purple air comes from the east. Can you explain this?"

Wu Jie started rummaging through the trash can again. Although he didn't want to admit it, the light of his soul had now turned into a trash can.

Information trash can, all kinds of messy information can be piled up in this trash can. As long as Wu Jie is willing to search, he will definitely be able to find useful information, but he may not necessarily know whether it is useful information.

A lot of information is hidden in short sentences of unclear meaning, and such short sentences occupy a large part of his spiritual light, which is surprisingly large.

He had seen some fragments of the Brown-Blood Dusk, but he had no idea about the two before that.

"Before the first stage of the Purple Dawn, there was an era called the Darkest Hour. During that period, the ancient gods that had been sleeping in the long river of history revived. The gods that originally existed only in mythology came into this world, but this was not a good thing. The older the gods, the more cruel and barbaric they were. Blood sacrifices and mood swings were the norm, just like the God in the Old Testament of the Bible."

"Indeed, but there is nothing we can do. Comrade Lao Ye has mental problems after all, and he is helpless about the management of his fan club." Zhang Heng complained and followed up. When he saw Ming Yanwei's expression that said, "Wait a minute before you say anything else," he explained awkwardly, "Hey, don't mind it. We know God and have fought together. Wu Jie also gets along very well with Jesus. We really have a destiny. We have been enemies and friends for a long time."

"Okay, okay, stop talking. If you continue, I'll want to send you to a mental hospital." Wu Jie directly covered Zhang Heng's mouth that was telling the truth, and motioned Ming Yanwei to continue.

"When the brutal and barbaric ancient gods revived in this era that did not belong to them, they immediately attacked modern human civilization, attempting to destroy it. Humans were naturally unwilling to accept this, and after a brief moment of confusion, they immediately launched a counterattack. At first, they were able to fight back and forth and even suppress the gods, but as the revived ancient gods became more and more powerful, humans eventually fell into a disadvantage in the battle until the gods who decided everything arrived."

"God, Haotian God!"

"When Lord Haotian came from the east with purple air, the sun rose into the sky, bringing light, and the ancient gods of the wilderness all bowed down to him. And Lord Haotian was obviously a god of order. The remaining human survivors tried to protect him. Lord Haotian disdained to communicate with humans, but he didn't care about them either. It was like the legendary way of heaven, treating all things as straw dogs. At that time, there were also people who kept saying that gods like Lord Haotian were the real gods."

Tsk.

A disdainful sneer came from Wu Jie. Wu Jie also realized that he made a strange sound, and quickly covered his mouth to show that he would stop talking.

He didn't know why, but when he heard the real god, he suddenly couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Speaking of the real gods, the power of the gods in the main god space seems to be the same as the S-level god bloodline, which is a universal 2S-level enhancement? No, no, what nonsense is this."

Wu Jie quickly activated Wukong, and only then was he able to calm his distracting thoughts.

I don’t know why, but ever since I learned this skill from Wukong to suppress distracting thoughts, I have more and more distracting thoughts.

"During that period, the sun remained at dawn for some reason. Because of the purple air coming from the east, it was called the Purple Dawn. But the existence of Lord Haotian did not last long. When the sun in the sky was surrounded by blue thunder, Lord Haotian disappeared, and in his place was a completely chaotic and disordered era." "Disorder? The one in My Little Pony?"

"Zhang Heng, shut up! Come to think of it, I also like watching My Little Pony. Who is your favorite?"

"Well"

Zhan Lan, who couldn't bear it any longer, went up and used the Phoenix Seal on each of them, and finally calmed down the two mentally broken guys.

"When the sun was surrounded by thunder and rose to the noon position, that crazy and disorderly era was called the Blue Noon. At the Blue Noon, order was wrong in the world's laws, and absolute violence and fighting were the operating laws."

"Without the suppression of Lord Haotian, the ancient gods began to stir. They transformed into another form of survival and began to fight madly on the earth. Not only the ancient gods were affected, but also humans. When humans discovered that killing other lives could make themselves stronger, whether it was humans, animals, or even plants, the world order completely collapsed."

"Although some people are trying to rebuild order, unfortunately, they can't do it. In a world where killing and fighting can make you stronger, the order of the old world is undoubtedly unsustainable. But even so, some people still establish an imperfect order in this crazy world. That place is called Main Street by us survivors."

"But when the sun sets and dusk falls, the real horror begins."

"Everywhere there are indescribable twisted flesh and blood. Those guys who are madly pursuing power have all sunk into monsters in the dusk. I can't describe those monsters to you. It's like the mortals in the Cthulhu mythology looking directly at the bodies of the ancient gods. Sorry, I really can't describe what those things look like."

Ming Yanwei rubbed her face in pain. Her memory ended here. The days that followed were basically her battles with monsters at dusk. There was nothing particularly noteworthy about it.

"Dawn, noon, dusk. This is obviously some kind of foreshadowing. What does this matter have to do with our main storyline? The Lord Haotian is resurrected. Haotian"

For some reason, everyone's eyes were fixed on a certain blue robot.

"Why are you looking at me?" Haotian felt uncomfortable with the look. "If it doesn't work, can't I just change my name?"

"You can't change your name. If you change your name, the bond between you and the Clay Pigeon combination will disappear."

"God of mud pigeons, be careful or I'll sue you for racial discrimination!" Haotian got angry when he thought that he might have been a pigeon or a puddle of mud in his previous life. At this time, Haotian suddenly saw a familiar figure from the corner of his eye.

"Great Sage? Why are you back?"

(End of this chapter)