There are strange signs in the heaven and the world of hell, shaking the world and making the gods uneasy.

No one can figure out what happened.

In Xinghuantian's villa, the drunkard who was scolding two big white gooses, suddenly, his eyes lit up, he looked at the sky, and he laughed, "It's a bit interesting, it's really done! It's still the old bald donkey in Sumeru who is so powerful, walking at the end, but it's a bit like coming from behind!"

The drunkard grabbed the messy hair, his eyes showed a treacherous look, and he started to laugh at himself.

He knew that in order to deal with the disaster, many old people were cultivating the descendants of the next generation, and wanted to create the strongest one beyond ancient and modern times.

For 300,000 years, there are many powerful cultivators such as Xuanyi, Blood Jue, Huangtian, Flower Shadow Light Cicada, Yan Wushen, Bai Qing'er, Que, Yin Yuanchen... Behind a large number of amazing monks, there are shadows of heavenly-level powerhouses.

Fishing Ballad stood not far away, but couldn't laugh at all. He said nervously: "The God of Heaven has been forced into a desperate situation and will inevitably explode the source of the divine. I must help him with some help."

With a stroke of her fingertips, the space cracked and she stepped into the void space.

The drunkard rolled his eyes and snorted: "His divine path of life and death has entered the level between life and death. If you go further, there is no life or death. How can you die so easily? It's extremely difficult for the Lord of God to kill him now. What are you worried about? Huh... Are you finally here?"

The drunken face curled and looked at a certain direction in the starry sky.

I saw that outside the endless distant star field, a pair of huge divine eyes appeared. The two pupils seemed to be able to accommodate two starry skyscrapers, and they could see the ends of the world and the edges of the universe.
Chapter completed!