The saint fell and the gods were shocked.

Qingshui and Bailian died in battle one after another, and the golden light and the Mo Lord disappeared later. The saints were in panic.

The demons who came from somewhere killed all the holy people and caused drastic changes in the world.

The fall of a saint is a major event in the entire world. The world, the gods, and the heavens are all shocked by it. Both humans and gods and demons are shocked.

Although the starry sky in the world is incomplete, the glory of human cultivators has reached its peak, comparable to the mythical era of the gods standing in Taichu.

The fall of the saint caused the incompleteness of the Great Way of Heaven and Earth, but also gave mankind the opportunity to achieve the Great Way.

"Master, Sister Qingning, when will you come back?"

In the fairyland, Yin'er sat on the stone steps in front of the fairy palace, her eyes full of longing, and she murmured softly.

Over the years, Yin'er's cultivation has become stronger and stronger, and she has become the most powerful man on earth.

As the descendant of the Heavenly Words, he also possesses Fengyuan and Yin'er's talent, even in the mythical era, has only a handful of cultivation and has reached the realm of a monarch.

"Do you miss your master again?"

At this time, a beautiful figure walked over and spoke.

"Female Master."

Yin'er immediately stood up and said respectfully when she saw the visitor.

The girl often smiled and reached out to pat the girl's head in front of her, saying, "If you want him, practice well. When you are stronger, I will take you to heaven and heaven to find him."

"Really?" Yin'er said in surprise.

"Um."

The girl often nodded slightly and smiled, "So, you have to practice hard."

"knew."

Yin'er nodded vigorously and replied.

At the same time, in the north of the Immortal Realm, the Black Mountain and White Water manifested. In the mountains and waters, the ink white swordsman practices the sword, and the sharpness on the sword is dazzling.

In the distance of the sword domain, a purple figure stood quietly on the peak, with star marks in his hand full of bows. Then, a blue arrow light broke through the air, its power was shocking.

Apart thousands of miles apart, an arrow shocked the spirit. The endless majestic and endless arrows destroyed everything along the way, and instantly reached thousands of miles before.

In the Shanshui Sword Realm, the Mo Bai Sword Master was moved and looked back and slashed the arrows.

The sword intent, arrow intent, and extreme martial arts confrontation, and the heaven and earth suddenly changed color.

The rumbling and vibration resounded throughout the fairyland, and the aftermath fluctuated, constantly spreading towards the surroundings.

In the east, in front of the fairy palace, women often feel the aftermath spreading from afar, but they are no longer surprised and waved their hand to shake off the aftermath.

The cultivation of these two people is progressing faster and faster.

All regions of the Immortal Realm, great practitioners from the world devote themselves to practicing, just to reach the highest level of martial arts.

At this point, cultivation has become a habit, a kind of persistence, and not just for immortality.

"Do you want to go to heaven and see?" Luo Xingchen spoke and said calmly.

"Um."

Mu Qianshang nodded and said, "One day, I will go up and take a look."

In the sky, at the end of the Eastern world, above the sea, there are surging waves and huge waves.

In the storm, a figure in plain clothes stood in the air, and the surrounding chaotic water sources were filled with them, which was extremely powerful.

After devouring the origin of the Saint Qingshui, Ning Chen's cultivation level improved again and stepped into the realm of creation with half his foot.

Beyond the monarch's realm and unable to fully transform into Taoism, Ning Chen has become the most special existence in this world, powerful but has not yet lost his human nature.

As time goes by, Ning Chen understands more and more why the Lord of the Immortal Realm did not take this last step.

The great way is ruthless, and the saints are ruthless.

When he reached the realm of creation, he could already feel the coldness of the great way.

He knew that if he took this last step, human nature would completely disappear and turn into a cold and ruthless monster.

However, if you don’t take this step, how can you kill all the saints of heaven?

"What are you hesitating about?"

Outside the stormy waves, Fan Lingyue, wearing a light blue dress, walked over. Wherever she passed, the storm below her gradually calmed down and asked.

In the midst of the storm, Ning Chen opened his eyes and said calmly, "I have always been unwilling to do so until now."

"I only know that if you don't enter the realm of creation, you will not be able to truly kill all the saints." Fan Lingyue said lightly.

Ning Chen was silent for a long time, sighed softly, no longer hesitated, and his eyes closed again.

Suddenly, a powerful aura continued to spread in the stormy waves, attacking the legendary boundary between humans and gods and the Creation Realm with all his strength.

Apart from the storm, Fan Lingyue stood quietly in the sea, looking into the distance, a flash of color flashed.

Is it an illusion? She always feels that something terrible is about to happen.

In the northern world of heaven, in a temple with endless years, a war broke out, and the entire temple was destroyed overnight.

In the temple, the saint who controls a road fell, and the entire temple was stained with blood.

It was a terrifying scene, with holy blood sprinkling all over the blue sky, dyeing half of the northern world blood red.

"roar!"

At this moment, the sky and the earth cracked open, and a huge wild beast appeared, and the beast roar shook the sky.

The wild beast appeared and directly swallowed the temple.

The wild beast that devoured the holy blood changed drastically, and the astonishing pressure spread, and there was a faint slight monarchy.

At the same time, countless wild beasts from all over the northern world transformed into the most terrifying monster after devouring the holy blood.

Suddenly, the northern world was in chaos and life was in trouble.

“Did you feel it?”

At the end of the Eastern World, in the sea, Fan Lingyue spoke and said in a voice.

"Um."

In the storm, Ning Chen, who was rushing to the Creation Realm with all his might, nodding and said, "A saint has fallen again."

"They may have taken that step." Fan Lingyue said calmly.

That demonic aura was cold and ruthless, just like the feeling that all saints gave people.

Ning Chen was silent and had no answer.

At the same time, in the destroyed colorful temple, the bright light was extremely bright. The white-robed Mo Lord walked out, staring at the northern world, and his eyes narrowed.

"You are not dead!"

The dark aura spreads, and the Lord of Darkness appears and speaks.

"What a pity for the white lotus and golden light."

Master Mo said lightly, "How is your injury?"

“It has been cured.”

The Lord of Darkness replied, "The person from Dongfang should be about to take the last step."

"At dusk, from the beginning to the present, even the saints are facing great disasters." Master Mo spoke and said calmly.

"Will Lord Mo be afraid?" Lord Dark sneered.

"That's not. I'm just curious about what kind of reaction the Eighth Heaven will have." Master Mo looked at the sky and replied.

"Is God?"

The Lord of Darkness said coldly, "This is not the first time you heard you mention him. Is that god even stronger than Pluto?"

"No."

Master Mo said calmly, "In terms of martial arts alone, Pluto, as the number one martial god in heaven, is undoubtedly the strongest, but the terror of God is not just about power."

"What's the meaning?"

The Lord of Darkness said in a voice.

"Of the forty-nine great roads, only the eighth heaven can change everything, including life and death."
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