At this point, no one wants to see that the saints in the big world think they can get a generous gift from heaven. They work hard for it, but they don''t expect to pay their lives for it, and the crazy sect just wants to live!
Hoo Hoo
Dong Dong Dong——————————
The hearts of the saints can''t bear it. After killing for so long, they are working hard. No matter how powerful the flesh can''t stand it.
Jiang Jingtian, Gu Qingyu, Qi Tian Monkey King and others are invincible. Even if their wounds have penetrated through the holy body, they are no worse than fighting. They look ferocious. They used to protect themselves, but now they are for hatred!
Which of the brothers of the crazy sect didn''t kill side by side. They were as close as brothers. The flesh of the wooden stake was nailed to the mountain. The saints of the crazy sect roared and tried their best to kill the enemy.
Boom!!!
The monkey king of Qi Tian swept away with a stick, stirring up smoke and dust and drowning time and space.
Gu Qingyu''s sword is singing. He wants to kill all the people.
Chant————————
Jiang Jingtian smashed mountains and rivers with a gun, and his blood robe was cold. He killed the enemy like the God of war, but there were too many people. He stabbed a saint with a gun, but was pierced in the chest by the divine sword of a house Lord.
Boom!!!
Jiang Jingtian''s generation of God of war fell to the ground, his body twitched, unwilling to look at the slain house Lord and grinned miserably.
"I can''t imagine! I Jiang Jingtian will have such a record as today. Ye... Take care!"
Sing!!!
The mansion master took out the holy sword to kill Jiang Jingtian''s soul, but the speed was slower. Gu Qingyu''s sword pierced his head, and the destructive sword Qi shook through the sea. The mansion master screamed, and his body knelt in front of Jiang Jingtian, and the sword hole on his head was extremely terrible.
At this time, the crazy sect is no longer seeking survival. It just wants to kill the enemy, even if it dies in battle!
More and more people fall, but for every person who falls, the other party will fall two or even three.
Boom————————
WOW!!!
Dark clouds covered the sky, thunder roared, and lightning fell from the sky, killed the crowd, regardless of the enemy or us, hit the holy body, and the holy body was cracked.
"Escape..."
The old sage of the big world didn''t want to kill anymore. He turned around and ran away. His blood stained the Milky Way red.
There are still five crazy sect masters who can stand up. They don''t dare to stay long. One man pulls a fallen crazy sect master and rushes to the distance.
Xia Houhe pulled up Jiang Jingtian and fled to the horizon.
The saints fled to the abyss and the depths of the earth. Everyone dragged their tired bodies. The dying people may understand their destiny and can''t help laughing bitterly.
Some people fled half way, then they were hit by lightning into the depths of the earth and submerged by rocks.
The big world was silent, no one was there, and the saints disappeared. Mountains and rivers changed, mountains and seas were moved, and the pouring rain washed the world. The holy blood was involved in mountains and rivers, and the bodies of some saints were submerged in the endless abyss.
The years are old, the water is thin and the mountains are cold, the times change, the bodies of saints turn into fossils, the times migrate, and such a great civilization falls.
No one expected such an outcome. The world consciousness did not reach the goal, and ye QingHan still didn''t carry it!
The saints of the crazy sect scattered, fell in a pool of blood, wrapped by mountains and stones, and gradually formed bloody fossils. However, their flesh and soul have not completely died. If they are excavated one day, they may be able to recover.
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Are there any survivors?
There was no way to investigate, but Lin Wutian and the two great saints disappeared. They disappeared after the war rushed into the sea.
Deep in the sea, four holy bodies were still sinking into the boundless darkness.
Ye QingHan is wrapped in seaweed, and the dark green parasites illuminate the direction like a lighthouse.
The undercurrent rolled up the four great saints and separated them.
I don''t know how many years it has sunk, the big world is surging, some creatures are born again, and wild creatures run away, which seems to symbolize the birth of a new civilization.
Ye QingHan''s body fluctuated with the undercurrent. The ruling blade on his chest lost its function and was wrapped by plankton. His face was also covered with some dark green parasitic insects.
The undercurrent rolled his body deep and almost sank to the seabed. His body changed shape under the pressure of the huge sea water.
For a moment, ye QingHan seemed to feel the pain of the flesh, and the soul was slowly recovering.
"I''m not dead yet..." ye QingHan wants to open his eyes, but his two eyelids are like ten thousand kilograms. His soul wants to control the body, but he is imprisoned in the sea of knowledge by the ruling blade and can''t swim around.
In this way, ye QingHan has drifted in the sea for countless years.
The practitioner civilization in the big world has completely disappeared, even those civilizations living underground have disappeared because of the lack of resources.
In the twinkling of an eye, 30000 years have passed, and the tireless migration of the sun and the moon has exhausted this practitioner civilization.
The disappearance of Lin Wutian, Tongtian and the emperor and saint is like death, and there is no message at all.
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The ruling blade on ye QingHan''s chest blocks ye QingHan''s chance of recovery. If no one takes the ruling, he may lie in the water all his life without sound.
Time is like a gray horse. 100000 years is enough to destroy all traces and birth a new civilization. However, the angry world consciousness does not seem to intend to open a new civilization.
Deep in the small channel of Panlong secret place, the Xiantao tree stands in a quiet place and protects the saints of the crazy sect. For more than 100000 years, ye QingHan did not return, and the world consciousness did not speak. No one knows that the civilization outside has fallen except the Xiantao tree and hundred mile aloes.
Xiantao tree didn''t tell the crazy people, but he was afraid that they would be crazy. Finally, he didn''t even have any vitality.
Although Baili aloes has not entered the big world, it is the spirit of flowers. You can "see" the big world through flowers, and a new civilization is slowly born.
After waiting so long, the people of the crazy sect couldn''t help but want to go out to find ye QingHan and the crazy sect saints who fought that year.
However, Xiantao tree understands that the crazy people can''t come back alive when they go out, but there is one person who can go out, that is, Baili aloes. Now the world consciousness doesn''t block these people, but waits for them to appear, and Baili flowers don''t die and Baili aloes don''t die. The world consciousness can''t destroy the vitality of the whole world in order to kill Baili aloes, If the whole world had no life, it would be impossible to give birth to a new civilization without millions of years.
"Aloes, go out and find them. I don''t think they''re dead," whispered the Xiantao tree.
The hundred mile aloes tree immediately nodded and quickly shuttled through the lonely place. After entering the small area channel, it appeared hundreds of thousands of miles away through the hundred flower medium. It kept shuttling and entering the big world. Today''s world is so desolate, there are no humans, no large creatures, and some mountain veins are bare and have no breath of life.
After so many years, we can still see how terrible the Jihad was!
Some broken cliffs can also see the strength of the practitioner''s civilization, but time can level everything. Even if the next civilization is born, there will be no doubt that there is a strong civilization before them.
Looking at the world, even hundred flowers don''t know the whereabouts of Kuangzong and ye QingHan. It''s as difficult as heaven to find them in this big world.