Guarding the prison for a hundred years, being born to overwhelm the demon king

"It's useless to talk, just go ahead!"

The god-man sighed slightly tiredly, waved his hand, and an invisible force enveloped the two of them and sent them out.

Boom!

The door of the temple closed heavily. Ye Xiaoyu's heart trembled. He felt the teacher's breath and traces disappearing rapidly, and he couldn't help but feel sad:

"teacher!"

Cui Yanliang stood in front of the temple with purple books in his hands. After a long time, he bowed profusely and let his embroidered robe hang to the ground:

"You will live up to your teacher's trust."

……

In the blink of an eye, eight thousand years have passed.

"First Saint..."

On the rooftop, Lin Yilong, already the master of the seven continents, stood with his hands behind his back.

Under the imperial crown, a touch of sadness appeared on his unusually handsome face: "Will there ever be a day when we see each other again?"

Lin Yilong stepped onto the rooftop and leaned on the railing to look down.

Spiritual rivers, flowing rapidly and originating from the mountains with the aura of the gods, run through thousands of urban areas of the imperial capital and flow into every household.

These breaths are not only necessary for life, but also necessary for practice.

Eight thousand years have passed. In the Imperial Capital, Lingquan Road, and even in the entire Nanyun Continent, almost every household has people practicing the way of cultivating gods.

With the arrival of Dayu's Immortal Dynasty in the world, and the exchange between the two worlds, the atmosphere of cultivation became more and more intense.

In the Imperial City alone, there were no less than three thousand divine refiners who were once comparable to the Holy Realm.

Thousands of state capitals, and even the whole world, the number is even greater.

Unifying the seven major continents, Great Yan's power has become countless times stronger.

The number of people the Imperial Capital handles every day is hundreds of times greater than it was eight thousand years ago.

At this time, the whole city was boiling with excitement.

Under the shining of the purple sun, all the divine refiners with divine seeds felt the bottleneck loosen.

I just feel that the shackles that have troubled me for a long time have disappeared with the disappearance of the sun.

An indescribable sense of relaxation comes from the inside out, filling the body and mind.

And where no one noticed, the divine aura between heaven and earth gradually became stronger and stronger.

Among the collapsed and restored mountains, rivers and grasslands, there are also spiritual grasses, quietly born.

"Maybe one day in the future, there will still be strife in the world, but before I die, I will carry it all..."

Lin Yilong murmured to himself, but he knew that the person would definitely hear it.

Because he could feel that there was a pair of eyes in the sky, watching him, or in other words, watching all living beings.

It seems that there are gods even if you look up three feet.

Imperial capital, Confucian academy, backyard.

In the quiet hut, the sound of writing quickly came out.

Zeng Yun hunched over his desk and wrote quickly, leaving a line of cursive writing in the history book. Many words jumped and changed, as if they were spiritual, and turned into all kinds of bubbles, uncertain whether they would appear or disappear.

"The purple sun is rising, and all the suns are about to collapse..."

"The purple sun patrols the sky, and visions appear between heaven and earth, which may be a sign of sorrow for the death of immortals, or a congratulation for the Taoist ancestor's enlightenment..."

"This day may be called Ye Baiji, the first year of Ye Bai!"

……

In the first year of Ye Bai, the purple sun patrolled the sky, all the suns collapsed, and the heaven and earth moved.

Since then, the world has entered the age of immortality.

In the next 170,000 years, without the constraints of the immortals, the heaven and the earth reached their peak.

However, 170,000 years have already surpassed the creation of the immortals and was the most prosperous era.

Known in history as Ye Bai’s mythical era!

In the age of mythology, there were many great powers in the world, with the Great Yan Emperor Dynasty and the Immortal Divine Court as the top.

The two forces combined to become the leaders in all worlds, restrained each other, discussed with each other, and composed the song of the prosperous age.

In the 180,000th year of the Age of Mythology, the heavenly masters of the Immortal Divine Court seemed to have something to say and invited the world's powerful men to meet in the Divine Court. A few years later, Shenting closed the mountain, and the powerful people disappeared, and the whole world was in an uproar.

At the beginning, some people inquired, but to no avail. Later, they actually attracted a group of people to attack.

However, all the laws of the Divine Court are intertwined, and no one in the world can do anything about it when all the powers are gone.

At this point, the age of mythology ends!
The heroes who had lost their restraints, after a short period of silence, suddenly separated the world and separated themselves from the Immortal Divine Court and the Great Yan Emperor Dynasty.

Suddenly, chaos appeared in the world, and there were countless heroes who were dissatisfied with the two major forces and suppressed the status quo of the world.

The strong competed, and the geniuses rose together. Without the weight of the boulder, the world was suddenly filled with strong men, tearing apart the picture of the prosperous age of the mythical era.

It is known in history as the era of competition among heroes!

The age of chasing deer is far longer than the age of myth.

Until a young man rose from the frontier and wielded an evil-killing sword, sweeping away the turmoil in the world.

This is already three hundred thousand years later.

At this point, the era of chasing deer ends and the era of dragon and tiger begins.

The young man is lying on the dragon and tiger, overlooking the ups and downs of 800,000 years.

It wasn't until 800,000 years later that a strange phenomenon occurred, like stars covering the sky.

On that day, an iron-blooded battle flag came through the sky and set off an endless flames of war.

At this point, the era of dragon and tiger ends!
The era of chaos and crime has finally arrived...

call!
The chaos outside the sky is endless and boundless, its vastness is infinite.

I don’t know how vast time, space and world it contains.

This is the place where no sentient being in heaven and earth can set foot throughout their entire life, or even in all their lifetimes.

It contains endless mysteries.

Every moment of the ripples seems to contain indescribable mystery and opportunity.

Rumble!
At a certain moment, a dazzling light exploded somewhere in the chaos!

The aftermath stirred up, and the Nine Immortals Realm, which was far away from the endless chaos, trembled for a moment.

Several figures were scattered in all directions, and everything they passed was stained with blood.

After a few moments, it was swallowed up by the chaos and gradually assimilated.

"what!!"

Taoist Tianhuang roared angrily, in extreme pain and extremely embarrassed.

He is a heavenly dragon who has attained enlightenment. He is immortal and has a strong body. Among all the immortals, he is second only to the Brahma Saint.

But at this time, his huge dragon body was split completely from the middle, the dragon scales fell off, and the dragon horns were cut off.

The severity of his injuries has reached the extreme.

In the far distance, the Great Xiaoyao Demon was in an extremely embarrassed state. A pair of divine swords that were born from the boundless sea of ​​blood and had been nurtured for hundreds of millions of years were also cut off.

Although its body is forcibly glued together, if you look closely, you can see it.

A dazzling sword mark cut him open from the center of his eyebrow downwards.

Emperor Yan and Emperor Netherworld were not much better either.

While they were coughing up blood, they did not forget to kill all the memories of that sword shadow in their hearts.

Even if tens of thousands of years have passed in the Nine Immortals Realm, it will only last for a moment in the midst of chaos.

And they were killed by this sword shadow countless times, if not for each other, replacing each other.

I'm afraid that at this time, they have all fallen.

Even so, several people could not make any other sound except moans of extreme pain.

"This sword is very good, very good..."

At this time, a hoarse and low roar, but also containing a monstrous and ferocious roar, spread from the center of the collision.

Di Yan reluctantly looked around, and in the sparse starlight, the form of the altar owner was no longer visible, only a weak will trembling in it.

Several of them were seriously injured.

And the altar master bore the brunt and took 90% of the damage.

He's not dead yet! ? (End of chapter)