When I came here, a sad feeling spread in Xuanyuan Wudao's heart. This is the tombstone of the strongest man in the world? Is this destined to be the destination of the soul?

In the inscription, the oldest ancient elf writing is written with a domineering words: "In this unjust world, gods and demons are powerless to return to the sky, so I use the corpses of gods and Buddhas in the sky to save all living beings!" In the lower right corner of the inscription, there is a line of cold small words: Blaze, Trunks God Slayer.

Xuanyuan Wudao's eyes stared at the simple tombstone in front of him in a daze, and his eyes suddenly solidified. A bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Time is the most ruthless. Even the immortal god-killer has become a history that has long disappeared from the god-demon continent. No matter how powerful you are, you cannot escape the cycle of history. Even these god-killers with super power will eventually become a piece of loess, leaving it for future generations to comment!

Even if they are so powerful, they cannot surpass God in the end. The king who should have been called the supreme one, should have been above the top, but they can only end up like this. In this way, what are they resisting?

When death comes, when irreversible despair comes, humans... what a fragile creature you are... you are so helpless... Why do you struggle...

Does Struggle only bring pain? Why don’t you give up struggling? Why don’t you close your eyes and silently endure the arrival of death...

Even before his death, Xuanyuan Wudao still saw the unwillingness in the heart of the deceased. He still felt the infinite sorrow from the dead. In the trembling, Xuanyuan Wudao walked towards the tombstone step by step, but no one noticed that the sky, which was originally clear, suddenly turned into a strange blood color...

The City of Oran was supposed to be a sunny and clear sky. In the morning, the sun was shining brightly and the weather was quite hot. After noon, I don’t know why, the whole city was suddenly covered by a heavy dark cloud... Inside and outside the city, there was no sun in the sky, and a storm broke out...

Next, among the dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and a scarlet and scarlet blood rain fell from the dark sky...

The heavy dark clouds blocked the sun's light, and the strong wind roared, as if the roar of countless resentful spirits...

The poor residents of the city gathered on the streets in a daze, witnessing the terrifying scene of the apocalypse in great fear. They screamed, cried, and prayed...

The terrifying and evil scene continued for a long time... for a long time... when the wind gradually stopped and the rain gradually stopped, the thick black clouds covering the town were actually... tearing open... and tearing open a small gap, revealing the clouds outside the clouds... a small piece of dark sky...

In the sky, symbols composed of terrifying blood lights and strange gold flashed from the sky.

In the ancient legend of the Gods and Demons Continent, when the evil symbol suddenly appears in the middle of the sky, it... indicates... that it indicates an unprecedented fierce catastrophe... is coming...

Among the crowds of chaotic crowds, Jig was still sitting quietly in the corner of the city. His unscrupulous eyes looked at the sky and said in a low voice: "Sure enough, he is indeed the prophetic person."

"Jige, what are you doing?" In front of him was a middle-aged man who seemed to be twenty-five or six years old, wearing a black cloak, and a calm expression. The middle-aged man stared at the blood rain that kept falling in the sky, and said with a depressed expression: "Are I... still late?"

"The oldest god-killing mark in the world in legend... has been sleeping... for tens of thousands of years, known as the oldest god-killer. He once killed thirty-two main gods with his own strength and was called the terrifying existence of the god-killer. Now... someone has obtained his inheritance. Will the world be in chaos?" The middle-aged man sighed, with a very disproportionate and old and stable temperament on his cold face.

"Even I didn't expect that he could actually obtain his inheritance. Compared with other god-killers who fell in the Curse Forest, no one could predict what would happen if they could obtain the inheritance of this old guy." Jige said with a wry smile.

"Aren't you afraid that he will destroy the world?" the middle-aged man couldn't help but yell.

"Troy, you are really impatient. Don't worry, he won't do this. The role we play in history is not a destructor in itself." Jig smiled, looking at the sky with the God-killing Seal constantly spinning, and murmured: "Now, it will be his era. Our era is gone forever."

"Yes, Jig, we are all old. The current era should be left to these young people. If it is really his inheritance, it would be a good thing." Troy said, his eyes sneered.
Chapter completed!