Although the ancient era was destroyed, there were three great beings who survived the long winter after the extinction of the Great Heavenly Way and came to this world.

Among them, Zulong lives alone in Xianyang City, Zuhuang lives in Zuhuang Land, and Zu Qilin is in three thousand states.

Times change, and as the creatures of this era grow, the strongest pattern of the three ancestor monsters was broken, and even the demon clan had a stunning latecomer who secretly held high positions and took charge of the Ten Thousand Demons.

At the end of the era, except for the ancestor dragon still invincible, the ancestor phoenix and the ancestor Qilin had various accidents and gradually disappeared into the eyes of the world.

The Zuhuang was reborn as a volume and calculated when she was reborn in the 50,000-year Nirvana, but she has not yet woken up.

Zu Qilin was even more crazy all night long before 100,000 years old, and finally disappeared without a trace. He could only vaguely learn from the Tianxin Seal of the Three Thousand States that he was still there.

The purple-robed Taoist who seemed to be beggars and looked for wine everywhere was one of the three great ancestor monsters, and the ancestor Qilin, who had the power of the Heavenly Emperor of the Three Thousand States for nearly a million years!

"Innate creatures have natural magical powers, and the three thousand gods and demons in ancient times are still very..."

"My supernatural power is foresight, which can be regarded as a diversion of the Great Way of Destiny. It is precisely through the power of foresight that I survived to this point."

"I originally thought that I could live another epoch with this ability, even ten or hundreds of epochs!"

"But one hundred thousand years ago, I saw the scene of the destruction of this era, and I was completely desperate."

"Because I... can't see hope!"

Zu Qilin looked at Gu Feng and said, "Do you know that before the ancient era, there was actually a longer era?"

"In that era, some people also lived to our era, you know his name."

Gu Feng turned around and said with a solemn expression: "Pangu!"

Zu Qilin took a sip of wine, but his eyes were no longer turbid, and he only had endless loneliness.

"Yes, Pangu was a figure from that era a little longer. He lived to our era, and even opened up a new pure land and created a piece of heaven."

"But even he will be unable to escape the disaster in the end. He can only hide in the Pangu Divine Realm without death, just like a prisoner."

Gu Feng's eyes flashed, "Senior wants to say that ancient times is not the first era, and we are not the last era.

"Everything is just a cycle. No matter how hard I try, I will never be able to overcome the great disaster of the era... At most, I can only go through the cold winter alone like you, and be the soul of the dead wandering in the next era?"

Zu Qilin looked at Gu Feng, shook his head slowly, and said, "No, ancient times were not the first era, but this era was the last era!"

"At this era of destruction, everyone... will die!"

"Ancestral Dragon is strong enough?"

"If you really get serious, killing the gods is like killing a dog, but I saw his end, in the near future..."

"So what if the Buddha Lord and Buddha Demon are re-cultivating?"

"He is very self-aware and does not seek to save the whole world. He just wants to keep a wisp of fire and save the creatures in his realm of Tao. Unfortunately, even he himself cannot pass the next era."

"Pangu crossed the Third Age and may have survived more eras, but so what?"

"When darkness comes completely, he is just a slightly larger wave."

"What I see is... eternal silence!"

Zu Qilin was a little tired. He was an ancestor demon. He had briefly become the owner of a certain volume of the Taoist scripture in the late ancient times and survived the long winter.

Such a character should be full of glory.

But the scene he saw 100,000 years ago made him desperate.

Since it is impossible to stop the arrival of the great disaster of the Era, what is the use of practice and what is the use of hard work?

It’s better to go back, get drunk, life is like a dream... It’s a waste of time!

The ancient style is silent.

A strong man of the level of Zu Yao will not be worse than him, regardless of his mind, Taoist heart or anything, so he cannot evaluate Zu Qilin's behavior.

Maybe in the end, he will be desperate, even Zu Qilin is not as good as?

but!

At least now...he can't stop yet!

The ancient style resealed this small world and went further away.

Although the territory of Sanqianzhou is vast, he has a total of 100,000 yuan and is not too slow to measure the world.

A hundred years later, hundreds of thousands of clones gathered in Yunzhou again. When he looked back, there were several figures waiting for him on the top of Yunmeng Mountain.

"Maybe I can leave a group with them?"

Gu Feng felt a little reluctant. Anyway, a clone would not affect anything, so what if it was a little bit worse?

But in the end, he crushed his unrealistic delusion.

If... the future is really so dark and there is no light, then if he doesn't give his all, he is really afraid that when that day comes, he will regret it!

"It's a little bit worse here, it's a little bit worse there, and it's a little bit worse at the critical moment!"

"From now on, let's fight while you're still alive!"

The ancient wind stepped out of the three thousand states, and the 100,000 clones walked towards the heavens and the worlds, while the deity was walking towards Cangqing.

...

The endless chaos frontier, no time or space, a great sun shines brightly, and a majestic figure sits cross-legged.

"What a Heavenly Sword. I promise you to be reborn, but I don't want you to die."

The figure chuckled, a fire leaped out of his eyes, and a bone sword condensed in front of him. Then, with the bone sword as the foundation, gradually bleed and flesh gradually formed, forming a slender figure.

But at the moment when the slender figure was completely formed, the bone sword based on it suddenly broke.

The new Heavenly Sword collapsed immediately!

Wei'an's face darkened, and he wanted to take out a wisp of the soul of the Heavenly Sword from the long river of time.

Those who have sold all their souls to him really think that life still belongs to him?

But after thinking about it, the figure put down his hand. It would be meaningless to save someone who is so heartbroken.

He looked into the distance, and there was also a tall figure, all over, like jade, no matter from any aspect, it was frontal, perfect and impeccable.

"Fellow Immortal Daoist, have you figured it out?"

The Immortal God King's face was slightly dark. He was the Lord of the God of Gaidai. He should have suppressed an era and enjoyed the sacrifices of all living beings.

But those damn acquired creatures took his women, destroyed his incarnation, and forced him into the Jedi...

"It's not that I don't want to erase disasters, suppress turmoil, and lead the heavens and all realms to create a way out of life."

"It was you... I paid me first!!"

The Immortal God King's eyes flashed with an aggression, staring at the great figure in the sun and said, "Di Jun, if I commit to the disaster, can I survive the cold winter after the great disaster and live to the next era?"

Di Jun smiled: "I have lived from ancient times to the present. Are you worse than me?"
Chapter completed!