To put it bluntly, if you come back from the prehistoric world, the way of heaven can create countless taboo giants at any time, and even directly change the rules to let you die if you come in.

Where do you get the confidence?

wrong!

Just as he thought of this layer, Jiang Wuye was shocked again, thinking of the evil gods that appeared in ancient history, and Lin Yu, who was taken over by Tongtian.

If the Heavenly Dao really does not allow the slightest information of the prehistoric existence, it is impossible to allow the existence of the evil god, let alone release the existence of Tongtian.

The current situation can only tell one thing.

The return of the prehistoric world was intentionally promoted by the way of heaven, or the real giants in the sky!

The purpose is to uproot the prehistoric world at one time and not leave any opportunities!

This is a game with an unimaginable pattern, and it is even more a big gamble. Both sides are betting, who has better skills in their methods, the winner will be more regular in the palm of the game, and the loser will disappear!

As for the bets of both parties...

hiss!

The coldness in the Jiang Wuxia's body was everywhere.

Small!

Small!

Small!

He felt that all the spirits and all living beings under the sky became like ants, like plants and trees in this terrifying situation, and small like dust, life or death, and it actually had no meaning.

At this moment, Jiang Wuye once again felt the cruelty and ruthlessness of Daozheng.

He asked himself, if that day comes, facing the prehistoric world, even if he achieves a taboo, will he really have the strength to stand to the end?

“I don’t have much time…”

The first generation Mu Yeren's illusion sound pulled Jiang Wuye back from the illusion of the blood staining the heavens and the sorrows everywhere.

Only then did Jiang Wuye realize that the obsession of the first generation Mu Yeren had become extremely illusory, and it seemed that he would disappear in the next moment.

Seeing this, Jiang Wuye hurriedly calmed down and pulled Ye Anchen out of his body.

At this moment, Ye Anchen, although he had the power of the first generation Mu Yeren, isolated the power of the curse, he was still as haggard as an old woman.

Thinking of the stupid woman who was once a fairy, untainted by the world, laughing and playing with him, and seeing the current scene, Jiang Wuye couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

"Oh, you've suffered."

The first generation Mu Yeren took Ye Anchen's withered body and stroked her wrinkled cheeks, with apology in her eyes.

As the first generation Mu Yeren, she naturally knew why Ye Anchen was in the current situation, and this was the reason why she left a strand of obsession waiting for the ages.

In the gentle stroke.

The body of the first generation Mu Yeren gradually turned into strands of ancient scriptures and principles, as if they were connected to a broken bridge, slowly connected to Ye Anchen's Taoist Dharma, completing the shortcomings in her Taoist Dharma.

The magnificent and desolate chanting sounds sounded between heaven and earth, and the Taoist rhyme was extremely lofty.

Jiang Wuye felt the small world, or Muye's sense of repulsion from him, which made his body involuntarily begin to stay away from the hut.

"Senior, Kunpeng..."

Seeing that the body of the first generation Mu Yeren was about to dissipate, Jiang Wuye couldn't help but forcefully stop his retreating body and shouted loudly.

This place is a very dangerous place like Kunpeng’s Tomb. If Ye Anchen stays here, without the obsession of the first generation of Mu Yeren, he will be unpredictable for life and death.

"The old gods in the tombs of the gods before the official return of the prehistoric world will not wake up again. Even if they wake up, the inheritance of Mu Yeren is a gift from heaven, which is enough to protect the little guys."

The faint sound came into Jiang Wuye's mind, and the bright world in front of him quickly disappeared, and white gradually filled the world.

final.

Dang~

The gong sounded.

The sound of tapping is neither light nor heavy, as if it has spanned the eternal time and space and has lasted to this day.

In a trance, at the end of the heavens,

Ancient holy woman was wearing simple white clothes, carrying a gong and horse lantern with no glory, looking back at the familiar and unfamiliar world, the joys, sorrows, and joys and angers of the past emerged one by one.

In the end, the turmoil of her life turned into a gentle smile that was exhausted from the world, as if she was making the final farewell to everything she had done.

"Yun'er..."

The Demon Calamity Heaven is at the end of the desolate end, and the silent starry sky is trembling slightly, and a sound of old and hoarseness, choking and grief that has been tortured by years of longing and years of longing.

"Miss……"

In the ancestral land of the strange man, deep in the darkness, an ancient coffin trembled, and the old woman lying in it slid from the corner of her eyes.

"Even if I spend my whole life, I will meet you again..."

The eternal divine land, the stars shine brightly on the universe, turning into cherry blossoms and floating on every inch of land.

"What a desirable era..."

In the immortal palace, in the highest hall, the young man shrouded in the chaotic fog reached out to catch the falling starry petals.

His eyes that seemed to contain all the truths in the world passed through chaos, as if he saw the long-standing scene of the time when you finished singing and I appeared, and the heroes were fighting each other, and the prosperous era as dazzling as gold.

Only at this moment can his blood that has been silent for several epochs be a little restless.

This moment.

Among the heavens, the great ancestral lands all awakened ancient breath, either feeling or being silent, and finally turned into a sigh, as if seeing off this first generation of the Mu Ye Man.

Or, to say, to see off for that era and their era.

Dang~

The sound of the gong ends.

The world has returned to normal again, deserted and silent.

Jiang Wuye has left Kunpeng's Tomb.

Standing again in the grey and lifeless tomb of the gods, silently watching the gray and white snow scattered flying all over the sky.

"Old slut..."

He subconsciously wanted to fight with the gourd kid to relieve such depressing silence, but his voice came to an abrupt end.

The only response to him was the whimpering sound of the wind and the occasional collapse of the surrounding monuments falling to the ground.

Under the vast starry sky.
Chapter completed!