Chapter 1112 The Ending of the Thousand Last Day

"I have a cause that sows one; and I have to use your hand to produce a fruit."

The ethereal and old voice drifts in the boundless green world.

The sloppy old Taoist priest who came towards him was the old Taoist priest who had shocked him when Yang Fan was promoted to the Crop Period.

To be precise, he is the mysterious old Taoist who left behind a set of incomplete immortal Hongzhi.

"My name is Ye Fan." The young man emphasized.

"Whether Ye Fan or Yang Fan are just code names. Just like me, I have transformed into Hongjun, Hongmeng, Taiyi, Taichu, and Daqian cannot wait for three thousand chronological names. Of course, this cannot be compared with your true 'Incarnation Ten Thousands'."

The sloppy old Taoist priest had a free and easy expression.

"It's been tens of thousands of years before I finally woke up. It's still the last step away from the last step of 'return to the original period'. What's the matter with me?"

Ye Fan said lightly.

"The last step is not rushing. Don't forget the most important thing at the moment?"

The sloppy old Taoist priest smiled.

"How could I forget that for it, I gave up fighting with my friends in the wild continent, and even separated from my loved ones for tens of thousands of years."

The man named Ye Fan in front of me seems a little different than the previous man with green patterns, Ao Qinglong, Yang Fei and others, but there is no essential difference.

"Hehe, that's good."

The sloppy Taoist priest's fairy spirit is indifferent and has a bit of vulgarity between his eyebrows.

Ye Fan was used to this.

"But before that, though, I want to really understand that."

Ye Fan suddenly said.

“Three.”

"The whole world is only three of us."

The sound that originated from the eternal end of darkness appeared in Ye Fan's mind.

"no problem."

As soon as the sloppy Taoist priest moved his mind, Ye Fan realized that he and his two entered a dark and manic world.

The whole world is dark and light-free, and there are disorderly and chaotic tides of source force everywhere.

The world is turbulent, and space is shattering like a dream bubble.

The ubiquitous power of destroying the world and destroying the world explodes in any area and has a power that exceeds the power of breaking the boundary by millions of times.

Moreover, this power that ruins the world is constantly expanding and rising geometrically.

A messy and broken universe interface was revealed in the picture, and Ye Fan suddenly felt familiar.

"Is this the seven realms?"

He exclaimed and vaguely saw two figures struggling in a mess.

One of them was a demon who stood tall and stood tall, with terrible chaotic source power lingering around him. Under the storm that swept the whole world, it was like a small boat that was about to be destroyed at any time.

Shi Qianhan!

A flash of light flashed in Ye Fan's eyes and he said in surprise: "The seven realms space can actually last until the end of the big world."

"With your extra care, how could the land of my hometown easily die within several years?"

The sloppy Taoist priest said with a slight ridicule.

Ye Fan nodded, and that he who controls the origin of life will not let the seven realms perish easily.

Another struggling figure is the supreme ruler of the upper three realms, the Heavenly Emperor Tiangu.

The existence of the two Chaos Heavenly Classes was torn to pieces by the gradually violent Chaos Storm, and even the soul heart seal was tangled into particles, which made Ye Fan frightened.

"If the soul's heart seal is destroyed, then the creature will die completely and there is no possibility of resurrection."

Ye Fan said with a palpitations on his face.

Space is moving rapidly, and only a few chaotic figures are left in the picture, struggling in the ubiquitous chaotic storm.

"Chaos are the most original force, and this kind of storm will destroy all inherent orders, including space, time, matter, life and all things..."

The sloppy Taoist priest sighed, with a little helplessness in his voice.

Yang Fan said nothing.

Soon, he saw a familiar figure in the universe where the earth was located, turning into primitive particles under the chaotic storm.

"The Emperor of Wheel Blood."

Ye Fan shouted softly.

Even if the technological civilization developed in the earth's world can easily jump in space, even fully grasp genes, see through the essence of matter, and even travel through time and space, there is no power to resist under the chaotic storm.

The billions of creature races quickly fell into darkness under the bubble-like landscape of space.

Immediately afterwards, the picture travels to the center of the origin of the great world - the Wild Continent.

On the wild continent, there were hundreds of creatures struggling in front of the Chaos Storm. In just a moment, only six people were left.

Those six people are all at the first level of the God Ancestor.

Ye Fan looked closely and met several of them: Hu Fei, Wushuang, Qianqiu Wuhen, Yu Wuji...

The last few remaining were all divine ancestors on the wilderness continent, and their strength was even higher than the Chaos Heavenly Level.

However, as powerful as the Divine Ancestor, he did not last long under the chaotic storm with a geometric rise in power.

In just a moment, three or four died.

"Hu Fei! Wushuang!" Ye Fan clenched his fists, held his breath, and watched Hu Fei and Wushuang disappear, and then turned into primitive particles.

Before this, the relatives and friends on the Reincarnation Star Castle were also destroyed like bubbles. With Ye Fan's magical powers, the process of the relatives and friends dying without resistance was even shown in his mind.

The two divine ancestors who were still struggling to fight in the end were Qianqiu Wuhen and Yu Wuji.

The two of them were so powerful that they were beyond Yang Fan's imagination, and they persisted for half an hour more than the other god ancestors.

But in the end, Qianqiu Wuhen's three incarnations collapsed and disintegrated. Yu Wuji shocked the chaotic demonic energy of the Eight Desolations also returned to the original and let out a long roar of unwillingness...

Ye Fan was only thrilling to see.

Watching countless spaces, matters, creatures, including friends, relatives, and loved ones they know, they are all gone. How cold and terrible it is?

"Where have we gone? Are we powerless to stop it?"

Ye Fan took a deep breath.

The sloppy Taoist priest smiled slightly, and with a thought, the two entered a space where a red and black storm swallowed the sky and the earth.

"This is...Xianhong Space!"

Ye Fan could vaguely feel the remaining breath of Xianhong space from that broken world.

I saw three figures in the origin of the Xianhong space: a Taoist priest with fairy spirit, a strong man holding a pagoda with his hands, and a graceful and elegant man.

These three people are the sloppy Taoist priests, Zhang Heng and Yang Fan.

The center of the three is the origin of the Chaos Storm, and a gray hole that swallows the world and constantly trembles and twists.

Three thousand chaotic lights bloomed on the sloppy Taoist priest, which was facing the center of the huge chaotic storm.

Zhang Heng's eyes turned into nothingness and silence, a transparent gray light shrouded the origin of the storm, and even the power of the origin of chaos could be swallowed.

Yang Fan's arms were spread out, the infinite origin of life was shining with thousands of lights and radiant colors, hazy with strange gray sieve, injecting the two of them with their physical strength.

The last creature in this big world is actually working together to suppress the source of the chaotic storm.

"After all, I can't do it. I underestimate the power of the end of the world. Even if we can suppress it for a while, it cannot last forever. Even if I try my best to get two powerful partners, I still can't turn the world back. Whether it's better, I finally get two more partners."

The sloppy Taoist priest sighed, and there was a deep helplessness in his words.

Tears were faintly visible at the corners of Zhang Heng and Yang Fan's eyes, and their faces were filled with grief, and they also let go.

Boom-

Just as they gave up, the chaotic storm, which was ten thousand times more violent, instantly swallowed up the entire Sumi-European universe.

In the absolutely dark world, there is only the last corner of peace.

Even if the Chaos Storm is ten thousand times stronger, it will not cause substantial damage when passing through the three of them.

The last three powerful creatures in the universe are truly eternal and look down on the eternal!

“Three.”

"The whole world is only three of us."

Desolate, lonely, helpless, dark...

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