The starry sky, the remaining stars and gravels are flying, and the eyes are devastated, which is shocking.

The world is full of catastrophes, gods and chaotic times, and the people are crying.

At the end of the starry sky, a broken continent floated. The fairyland, under the cover of the saints on earth, finally left the battlefield.

In the fairyland, Zhiming was wearing plain clothes and dyed with white hair red.

"The gods are in chaos, the sun and the moon move, and the heaven and earth are not born."

In front of the body of knowing life, the books of creation rise and fall, the silver light shines brightly, illuminating the broken world.

He witnessed the death of a treasured person in battle. Ning Chen could no longer see sadness in his eyes, as if he had forgotten what sadness was.

Above Ningchen, four bridges of the avenues rose and fell, three of which were already complete, but the fourth Cambridge was never completely solid.

Throughout history, no one has ever been able to attain more than two great ways. He knows his destiny and uses the two bodies of the phoenix demon to form two ways and achieve the three great ways that are unprecedented.

However, the fourth sword path that does not exist in heaven and earth has become a barrier to prevent one's destiny from entering a higher realm.

"Know your fate!"

At this time, a white-clothed swordsman appeared in the fairyland, with a familiar face and familiar sword intent, which was even better than the past.

Feeling the person behind him, Ning Chen turned around and said softly, "Jian Er, welcome back."

Jian Er raised his eyes and looked at the fairyland and the world, and could no longer see the prosperity of the past.

"Your sword is not firm enough."

Jian Er withdrew his gaze, looked at the young man in plain clothes in front of him, and said calmly, "What are you afraid of?"

Ning Chen was silent and had no answer.

"Even if this world is destroyed, there is still hope of rebirth. If it is not destroyed or established, what are you afraid of?" Jian Er asked again.

"Even if all the relatives die, there are still memories, and perhaps, reincarnation, what are you afraid of?" Jian Er asked again.

Ning Chen's body trembled slightly, his eyes looked at his friend in front of him, and his hands were tightly clenched.

After a long time, Ning Chen let go of his hands, his expression firmed again, and he walked towards the distant immortal palace.

In front of the Immortal Palace, Qingling, dressed in blue, stood there quietly, waiting silently as before.

Ning Chen walked over and looked at the woman in front of him. At this moment, he didn't know what to say.

"This is the last battle!"

Behind, Qing Ning looked at the white-haired man in front of her and said, "Don't worry about us, let go of the battle."

"Um!"

Ning Chen nodded slightly and walked into the Immortal Palace.

Outside the fairyland, terrifying pressure spreads, gods are coming, and their momentum is amazing.

Even though they escaped to the ends of the world, they still could not escape the eyes of the gods. The gods came from endless time and space, crossed the obstacles of one small world after another, and were very close to the immortal realm.

"After waiting for so long, it's my turn."

In front of the fairyland, Mu Qianshang stared at the gods coming from afar, and a smile appeared on his face.

"And I, my master."

At this time, a familiar voice sounded, thousands of years later, so nostalgic.

Behind Mu Qianshang, a purple figure walked towards him, with a rebellious face, but at this moment he looked so handsome.

"You are still alive." Mu Qianshang said lightly.

"I'm not that easy to die," Luo Xingchen said with a smile.

"I'll die soon." Mu Qianshang turned around, looked at the aura that was constantly approaching at the end of the starry sky, and said calmly.

"A person will die, either heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather." Luo Xingchen said without caring.

"Who said that?" Mu Qianshang said calmly.

"Know your destiny." Luo Xingchen said with a smile.

"You believe his words, too?"

Mu Qianshang responded lightly, without leaving any more, and jumped out of the fairyland.

"I don't want to believe it either, but unfortunately, I have to believe it even if I don't want to believe it. One day, I will fight for such a vulgar reason for the rise and fall of the world."

Luo Xingchen murmured, his figure flashed and flew forward.

"Sister Qingning, I'm going to help, too."

In front of the Immortal Palace, Yin'er spoke.

"Um."

Qingning nodded and said softly, "Go."

"Don't Sister Qingning go together?" Yin'er asked.

"No, I have something to do if I stay." Qingning responded with a gentle smile on her face.

Yin'er nodded, said nothing more, turned into a stream of light and flew into the distance.

All the last combat powers in the world left one after another, and the fairyland became very quiet.

In the Immortal Palace, the four immortal swords sealed in the wooden sheath rose and fell, and the four swords of Zhuxian were suppressed for thousands of years.

In front of the fairy sword, Ning Chen stood quietly, raised his right hand and pressed it on the fairy sword.

In an instant, the four fairy swords vibrated violently.

The evil spirit is endless, like a storm spreading out of the Immortal Palace.

Outside the Immortal Palace, Qingning was shocked by the evil aura several steps, and her face showed a congestion.

The evil aura on the four swords of Zhu Xian was so strong.

Outside the fairyland, the battle was fierce and the white clothes were dyed red.

The tragic battle broke through hundreds of small worlds, with the bow full of star marks, which was even more dazzling than the divine moon.

After the battle, a new red was added to the gods, and the twelve white wings were no longer holy.

Half a day later, in front of the fairyland, the gods walked over and looked at the fairyland that had almost become a dead world, frowned slightly.

What happened?

In the fairyland, evil spirits linger, devouring all vitality.

There is no sign of life in the fairyland, which is shocking.

In front of the Immortal Palace, a beautiful figure in green clothes fell into a pool of blood, but his expression was extremely peaceful.

Amid the surging evil spirit, the plain figure stepped out, and her eyes and white hair had turned gray.

Zhiming's eyes, the last tear fell, wetting his clothes.

The blood-drinking Zhuxian Sword, surrounded by blood-colored mist, cut off the last trace of concern in this life, and from then on, he became a complete demon.

Let the muddle of evil spirits pour into the body, burn his kindness and devil his Meishan.

In the void, the three bridges of the avenue collapsed, and all the power continued to sink into the fourth bridge of the avenue.

Suddenly, the fourth avenue bridge gradually solidified, and the gray stone bridge was so silent that it was shockingly silent.

The realm of creation symbolizes creation. Now, there is no chance of life, only the destruction of deadness, destroying everything.

Before the rebellion of the gods, they knew their destiny and entered the sword path of destruction, which destroyed the last human nature.

Endless swords filled the world, all the vitality of the fairyland disappeared, and everything did not exist.

One prosperous hall after another could not withstand this terrifying power of destruction and was destroyed one after another.

"The Lord of the Immortal Realm, I meet again, you are different."

In front of the fairyland, the god looked at the gray-haired man in front of him and said calmly, "It's a pity that you are the only one, and you will still be defeated."

"Is that true? What about me?"

As the words came, above the nine heavens, black feathers were floating all over the sky, and a figure surrounded by the demonic energy fell from the sky, and the twelve sinful wings covered the sky and the sun.

Pluto reappears, and the heaven and earth shake.

Once you set foot, the sky collapsed, and the sun, moon and stars could not withstand this terrifying power and collapsed with a bang.

The royal clothes of Xuanyi are flirting with the wind. Although their faces are different, their aura remains unchanged.

The king of Daxia, the number one martial god in heaven who looks down on the heavens, comes back to the world, time is confused and everything is reversed.

"You are not dead, indeed." The god's face darkened and he said.

"Immortal Lord, come with me!"

The King of Hades spoke, and the demonic energy surging all over his body, and the madness of the doomsday began to rise again.

Zhiming nodded, Zhu Xian appeared on the peak, and the light covered the sky.

In the void, ten volumes of heavenly books appeared in the world and turned into the fairyland.

The kings and princes join forces to fight against the gods, the ten volumes of the heavenly book determine the cycle of reincarnation, the final battle will begin, and the heroes will be discussed in the vastness of the nine heavens.
Chapter completed!