"That Xing is not dead yet, and someone has intervened, but it will not be the same as before. Even if they come again this time, it will be useless."

After a brief pause, the indifferent voice continued to come from the black demonic energy.

"Everyone goes into seclusion, and the day when you completely recover is the time to achieve my eternal cause!"

The sound spreads in this barren land, the cracks spread for it, the lakes surging, the tides rise

The broken earth, broken walls and mottled walls.

A middle-aged man with a plain robe stood with his hands behind his back, with a pale face, but he could not hide his ethereal temperament. His eyes were low and his expression was solemn, as if he was thinking about something.

"Then Xing is dead too. Is this time the great disaster really powerless to restore the world?"

A young man who seemed to be only twelve or thirteen years old looked heavy, and his pale face was not immature, but instead was filled with vicissitudes and wisdom.

The middle-aged man still lowered his eyes, as if he was naturally integrated with the earth space, and the expression on his face was very calm.

"Well, if we really can't turn the world back, if we have no power to turn the world, we can go back. We can't turn the world back. At worst, we can bring some good seedlings to leave seeds for this world."

The boy continued to speak, deep like the eyes of a black hole, as if he could see through space and see through his past and present lives.

"Everything is not yet final!"

Suddenly, the middle-aged man looked up slightly at the sky, with a faint rune fluttering in his eyes.

"Do you think it's us who can stop the demon god, or the nine masters, dragon clans, and phoenix clans in this world who can stop the demon god?"

The boy spoke, how could he not know that even in the heyday of the five of them, it would never be possible to do anything to the demon god in the heyday.

You should know that the Dragon God and the Lord of the Three Thousand Great Thousand Worlds only sealed them and never killed them.

"It is not a matter of strength to kill that demon god. Otherwise, Du Shaofu would not have been recognized by the Divine Thunder Cauldron. The Thunder Martial Vein on him proved that this was arranged by the Lord of the Three Thousand Worlds." said middle-aged.

"But the apricot is dead, the corpse and soul are destroyed, and there is no trace left!" The young man's eyes narrowed.

They have searched carefully. There is nothing in this world that can escape their snooping and searching. Even if there is a trace of immortality in the soul, it will definitely not escape their snooping.

"Is Du Shaofu really dead?" The middle-aged man had suspicion in his eyes.

"You mean, the Xing is not dead?" asked the vicissitudes of the young man in surprise.

"The Xing is in her possession of several kinds of spiritual thunders. Even if the Xing is dead, what about those spiritual thunders?" said the middle-aged man.

"The soul seed of thunder cannot be destroyed, it may disappear between heaven and earth. One day, it will still reappear in this world." said the vicissitudes of the young man.

"Even if the thunder soul species disappears, there will definitely be traces left, but we have not found any traces."

The middle-aged man shook his eyes and looked at the vicissitudes of life and said, "The demon god was left behind by the dragon god again and was injured. I believe that the Lord of the Three Thousand Worlds must have arrangements."

After a brief pause, middle-aged man continued, "What's more, there are many variables in this world. What will happen in the end? Everything is still unknown."

"But the nine masters, the dragon clan, the phoenix clan, etc., may not necessarily take action, and they will most likely be alone and seek protection." The young man said.

"The great disaster has come back, this is the final peace. As for what will happen in the end, it depends on the will of heaven."

The young man sighed, and the silent aura of his body fluctuated, causing the space to shake quietly.

The ancient Tianzong is boundless and endless, with towering peaks and green green.

Above the peaks, clouds and mist are shrouded in clouds.

"My disciple, you will not die, you will not die."

On the mountain, an old man wearing a blue-white robe with an ancient sword on his shoulders and back was now half-scattered, but it was messy. His originally flowing white temples and a thigh of white beards were stained with tears or saliva, which made the original fairy-like temperament, like an immortal, disappear, especially the two big front teeth in his mouth, and he was crying softly and spraying saliva, which made people look at him a little differently.

But at this moment, anyone could see the grief in the eyes of the old man. At this age, he was still crying like a child, which shows how deep the pain in his heart was.

It has been half a month since the birth of the Heavenly Demon Battlefield. In the Three Six Nine Provinces, billions of creatures are still immersed in fear and panic.

The empty space is dark all around it. It seems to exist in the cracks in the space, and only occasionally there is a sound like a space airflow floating by.

In this dark void space, looking carefully, there is a ray of white light flashing, black and white alternately, but the cycles are ever-changing, with invisible and mysterious ancient power fluctuations wrapped in a ball of blood mist.

"Sizi"

What's strange is that there is a flash of golden light and an electric arc fluctuation in the blood mist

I don’t know how long it took, but when Du Shaofu regained his consciousness, a feeling of pain came from the depths of his soul.

But apart from consciousness and pain, I could not feel any light. Du Shaofu tried hard to open his eyes, but found that everything was uncontrollable.

This restored ray of consciousness is too weak, like a floating obituary.

Du Shaofu recalled everything, and he ended up suffering from the demon god's blow, and his body and soul shattered under the impact, and he was powerless to stop it.

"I don't seem to die"

But at this moment, this restored wisp of consciousness made Du Shaofu say that he was not dead.

Looking back hard, Du Shaofu remembered that he was completely incompetent and had a mysterious aperture in black and white inlaid to wrap himself up.

This quiet dark and empty space seems to have no time to exist, and I don’t know how long it has passed.

The consciousness that Du Shaofu recovered was getting stronger and stronger, and the soul was gradually awakening, even allowing Du Shaofu to feel the power of the thunder that blended with the soul.

"It's all broken, and it's alive."

After spying on the soul, Du Shaofu realized why his eyes were pitch black. His body had long been broken into pieces, and even his soul was greatly affected.

Such an impact will be fatal to any strong person's body and soul, and it will not be safe and sound.

But Du Shaofu said that he was not dead, and his body was broken and there was no big problem. He had the Immortal Mystery in his body, which was the pervert of the Immortal Mystery.

"Huh"

After peeking, Du Shaofu discovered the alternating aperture of black and white around his shattered body. His aura was mysterious and ancient, and he was separated by bribes in the middle. One black and one white cycled endlessly, like the alternating day and night.
Chapter completed!