Great Dao Ji

In the sky, so high that countless people could not see it, an indescribable huge shadow slowly flowed down.

The shadow was boundless. The moment it appeared, it had covered all the light in the world.

Almost, it took away all the light between heaven and earth.

Only a few great monks could see clearly that this shadow came from the endless river, which was the shadow of the huge palm!

This boundless shadow covered far more than just this time and space. In the eyes of several Golden Immortals of Creation, with this time and space as the core, a large area of ​​the river was swept and covered by the shadow.

It took away all the light!

At this time, looking up at the height, the six suns disappeared without a trace, and eternal darkness fell.

In the darkness, there seemed to be billions of dragons and tigers roaring, and beasts roaring.

All the creatures in the continents, seas, and even the worlds were uneasy and manic in an instant, and their hearts were trembling wildly, as if they had a premonition of death!

"Hmm?!"

Yang Jian had not yet recovered from the shock, but suddenly he felt something in his heart. He looked back suddenly, and the dragon-shaped vertical pupil between his eyebrows widened. Then, with the faint light of the purple sun, he saw the scene in the darkness.

He saw an extremely terrifying scene!

The spirit is the root of all things, the source of heaven and earth, the creator of all living things, and participates in the most basic composition of all matter.

The real riot of the spirit, the storm it set off, exceeded anyone's imagination.

His Dharma eyes could penetrate the haze and break through the darkness. At this time, he looked far away and saw that under the long sky, in the boundless land, there were countless air currents of various colors rising.

Indistinctly, he saw countless "lines"!

Invisible and intangible, colorless and shadowless, but real, I don't know if it is the structure of the law, or the "lines" generated by the Tao!

At this moment, the endless ‘lines’ that seemed to penetrate every moment of the world were madly wriggling, trembling, and even shrinking violently towards the boundless sky.

This scene was very similar to an ordinary angler who suddenly pulled the fishing line when the fish was hooked!

An ordinary angler, fishing.

What was he fishing for? !

Yang Jian felt a chill in his heart.

The next moment, earth-shaking screams rang out in succession in the continents and even in the endless islands of the four seas.

“What is this?”

“No, my mana, my mana!”

“Ah!!!”

“Ancestor, no, don’t!”

“Saint, saint!”

In the deep darkness, countless people screamed in fear, and panic spread all over the world at an unimaginable speed.

Along with it spread the indescribable terror.

“Not good!”

In the mountains of Beiju Continent, Zhulong suddenly roared and fell to the ground.

In the darkness, his face was pale and bloodless: "So cruel, so cruel!"

His body was shaking, with shock and anger, but more of it was despair.

He had lived long enough and understood enough. He had not experienced the scene in front of him personally, but he had seen it too many times in the past.

This was the legendary,

The change of eras, the great catastrophe of the beginning of the world!

But he did not expect that the destruction of this era would come so quickly...

Roar!

In the darkness, the earth was overturned and everything was shattered!

"Ah!"

The North Sea roared, and a demon shadow soared into the sky. He roared in shock and anger, venting everything madly, but he still could not resist the indescribable terror.

All his mana and inspiration were taken away.

Watching his realm fall, his soul decaying, his body aging, and finally, with a roar of shock and anger, he fell from the sky.

Before landing, he had turned into smoke and dust, drifting away and disappearing.

The same scene happened at the same time in Nanzhan, Dongsheng, Xihe, Beiju, the endless islands of the four seas, and even in the Demon Realm, the Netherworld, and the Animal Realm...

No matter whether it was a cultivator or a demon beast.

No matter whether it was a small cultivator who had just entered the Dao or a great cultivator of the Yuanshen, their expressions changed drastically in this terrifying turmoil, and they smelled an extremely strong crisis of death.

For mortals, the horror of losing spiritual power is far less terrifying than the horror of the collapse of the sky and the crack of the earth. The former is even incomprehensible, but the latter can destroy them.

But for cultivators, this is an endless horror.

For Yuanshen cultivators, no collapse of the sky and the crack of the earth can hurt them at all, but the stripping of spiritual power can make them fall from the realm, lose their cultivators, and their Yuanshen decay.

In the end, they fell into mortals.

How can there be a mortal who is immortal for a thousand years in this world?

"I hate it!"

"Thief, thief! Don't even think about taking away my lifelong cultivation!"

"Demon, giant demon! You are the biggest demon in the world!"

The roars of anger rose and fell, resounding through the world and echoing around the sky. Many great cultivators were shocked and blew up their souls to save their last dignity with the most decisive means.

However, even if they blew themselves up, the omnipresent spiritual power was still being stripped away.

The real great terror is a billion times more terrifying than what happened to the cultivators!

"Ah!"

Above the long sky, in the hurricane, Yang Jian looked far away, his eyes were wide open, so that all three eyes were bleeding, his eye sockets were cracked, and the palm holding the three-pointed double-edged knife was trembling.

He wanted to take action, but the world was vast, everything was being destroyed, and there was no one to attack at all...

Boom!

Boom!

Rumble!

In the darkness, the earth shook, the hurricane roared, the peaks trembled, the forests trembled... Under the cover of a mysterious and unfathomable force, strands of spiritual energy began to peel off from all things.

It seemed that in just a moment, the mountains had turned into dust in the shaking and fell down. The birds and beasts in them screamed, as if they fell into the high-speed rotating wheel of time.

Before the screams fell, their bodies had turned into ashes and dissipated in the wind with the mountains.

Birds and beasts, plants, mud and rocks, mountains, lakes, waterfalls, the earth, and even the stars in the boundless sea of ​​stars, all began to collapse and disintegrate in the shaking.

It was as if the building blocks and sand table that had been pulled out of the foundation began to collapse!

The world collapsed!

"The birth and death of heaven and earth... Even if I have seen such a great power many times, I still can't suppress my mind."

On the imperial court, Emperor Cang murmured to himself, and his heart was also throbbing.

For their existence, whether it is the heaven and earth or the sea of ​​stars, there are ways to destroy them, but they will never be so light-hearted.

A hand raised from the boundless void, not aimed at the shadow of this void, can already destroy the heaven and earth.

Such power is terrifying.

In their eyes, at this moment, there seems to be no crying, screaming, and wailing between heaven and earth.

Only those strands, strands, and lines of inspiration and vitality slowly rose into the air in this terrifying storm, intersecting with each other, and turning into a long dragon of tens of millions of miles.

Dancing wildly, roaring, and about to boil away.

Buzz!

At this moment, the Jinxuan emperors suddenly frowned, stared southward, and saw a little light suddenly appearing in the territory of the Great Zhou.

In the absolute silence, any light will be infinitely magnified. When someone looked over, they saw that in the darkness, there were lights as small as beans. At first, they were just a little, but in a blink of an eye, they were tens of millions, hundreds of millions.

The stars were scattered all over the sky, as if the sea of ​​stars had reappeared.

In the light, there were mountains, rivers, grass, cities, and people, and there were gods sitting in the temples, whose figures and faces could not be seen.

Huh!

When the different divine lights rose up, it was also the time when the gods broke through the gates in the imperial court above the nine heavens.

"Dongji, you are so bold!"

The Golden Emperor was furious and shocked, and the gods in the court rebelled?

"So what if you are bold?!"

The prince kicked over the 'Dongji Divine Furnace', and the boundless flowing fire was like a meteor shower, spreading across the earth, bringing rays of light in the endless night.

Boom!

Above Nanzhan, the Fengshen Pavilion was shining, and above the nine heavens, all the gods responded together.

When the heaven and earth merged, an indescribable huge Tai Chi diagram appeared with a purple sun.

Rising slowly!

Buzz!

The sun was moving in the sky, and its light was bright.

Under the deep night, the light suddenly appeared. This purple sun was much worse than the six golden suns that disappeared, but it was still the sun star.

Its light seemed not strong, but it also illuminated the darkness!

Countless creatures in the seas and continents, and even in the worlds, as long as they had ignorant wisdom, could not help but look at the purple light flowing out.

Under the light, the world became more terrifying.

Countless mountains and rivers were dissipated like smoke, and the rolling ocean disappeared without a trace. An incredibly large gap appeared in everyone's eyes. No one believed that this was the North Sea.

But it was the North Sea.

More than the North Sea?

Dongsheng, Xihe, and Beiju three continents collapsed by more than half, and the ocean outside them even fell below the bottom of the sea, and endless black mud could be seen faintly.

However, where the purple light shines, Nanzhan, or the land of Dazhou, is still the same as before, with mountains and rivers collapsing and lakes evaporating, but compared with other continents and seas, it is much better, much better.

Buzz!

The purple light is blooming, and as the Tai Chi diagram slowly rotates, the light also spreads.

Splash!

At a certain moment, the sound of water is heard again, but this sound is not the long river of time and space, and even, it can only be heard but not seen.

Only a few great monks of destiny who are lucky enough to survive, and some highly cultivated Qi refining masters can see it clearly.

A little bit, a wisp, a line of "Qi", slowly overflowed from the purple sun light, spreading to the world in all directions.

Flowing to the desert and wasteland that was formed by the forced stripping of the spiritual power.

"Emperor Heaven, the Seventh Yang!"

Someone murmured, with a throbbing and bitter heart.

It has been twelve thousand centuries since the six saints preached, but there has never been such a scene in ten thousand centuries.

Someone jumped out of the world and turned into Yang!

Boom!

At the moment when the purple sun was patrolling the sky, the millions of spiritual dragons that peeled off from the world seemed to have sensed something and looked back.

The next moment, it was already roaring fiercely.

It burst out with enough power to make the creation change color, like millions of long rainbows, piercing the rising purple sun!

"Not good!"

Yang Jian's heart trembled, and before he could think too much, he had already stepped onto the sky in one step. With a casual wave of his hand, the three-pointed two-edged sword in his palm had already burst out with a dazzling and extremely brilliant divine edge!

Buzz!

Like a red sun jumping out of the coastline.

With a slash, there was an infinite amount of sword light bursting out, like a star exploding, and the instantaneous light even illuminated the dark world for a moment, slashing towards the boiling spiritual energy between heaven and earth!

Yang Jian rarely fights with others, but he is a natural fighter. Even though he has little experience fighting with others, the opponent at this time is not a living creature in the ordinary sense.

The timing of this knife is still very good.

The sword light cut through the sky, just like a ray of light at the beginning of the world before the ancient times, with an indescribable solemnity and loneliness, cutting off countless miles of empty world.

He wanted to cut off the countless boiling and roaring spiritual dragons alive!

"Hope is slim, but, even if there is only a glimmer of hope..."

Under the gradually dimming Bodhi tree, Gautama put his hands together and slowly stood up.

Amid the endless Buddha light, he stepped towards the four poles and eight wastelands, raised one hand, and went straight to the nine heavens, in the imperial court, the angry Jinxuan emperors.

One hand slashed down,

pointing to the dark and flickering, the endless blood sea, sitting cross-legged on the blood lotus, with a cold expression on the Great Freedom Heaven Demon Lord:

"I, why should I care about this body..."