In the first year of Yuanyang, the purple sun patrolled the sky, all the suns collapsed, and the heaven and earth moved.
Since then, the world has entered the age of no saints.
In the next 170,000 years, without the constraints of the saints, the world reached its peak. However, within 170,000 years, it had surpassed the most prosperous era in the creation of the gods.
It is called the "Yuanyang Mythical Age" in history.
In the age of myth, there are many powerful powers in the world, with the Great Zhou Dynasty and the Tai Chi Taoist Temple as the top. The two forces join forces to dominate the world, restrain each other, discuss with each other, and compose the song of the prosperous age.
In the 180,000 years of the mythological era, the heavenly masters of the Tai Chi Dojo seemed to have something to say and invited the world's strongest men to meet at the dojo.
A few years later, the Taoist temple was closed and the powerful men disappeared, causing an uproar in the world.
At first, some people inquired, but to no avail. Later, a group of people rose up to attack. However, all the dharma in the Taoist field were intertwined, and all the powers in the world were gone, and no one in the world could do anything about it.
But at this point, the age of mythology ends.
After losing the shackles of the heroes and a short period of silence, they boldly separated the world and became independent of the Tai Chi Dojo and the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Chaos suddenly appeared in the world, and there were countless heroes who were dissatisfied with the current situation of the two giants suppressing the world.
The strong competed for the throne, and the geniuses rose up together. The world was no longer weighed down by huge rocks. For a moment, strong men were like clouds, tearing apart the picture of the prosperous age of the mythical era.
It is called the "Era of Chasing Deers" in history.
The era of chasing deer is far longer than the era of mythology, until a young Taoist rises from the frontier and a pair of male and female evil-slaying swords wipes out the turmoil in the world.
It is three hundred thousand years later.
At this point, the era of chasing deer ends and the era of dragon and tiger begins.
The young Taoist lay on the dragon and tiger, overlooking the ups and downs of 800,000 years, eliminating the devastation of the Zhulu era.
Until eight hundred thousand years later, a strange phenomenon occurred, as if there were stars covering the sky. On that day, an iron-blooded battle flag broke through the sky, setting off endless beacon fire.
The era of dragons and tigers is over, and the ancient era of chaos has arrived...
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Huhu~~~
The chaos outside the sky is endless and boundless. It is so vast that it is unknown how vast the time, space, heaven and earth it accommodates.
This is a place that no sentient being in the world can set foot in throughout their lifetime, or even in all their lifetimes. It contains endless mysteries.
Every moment when ripples appear, there seems to be an indescribable mystery and opportunity.
Boom!
At a certain moment, a dazzling light exploded somewhere in the chaos, and the aftermath was so violent that the world of Emperor Tian, who was far away from the endless chaos, was shaken for a moment.
Several figures were scattered in all directions, and everything they passed was stained with blood. After a few moments, they were swallowed up and assimilated by the chaos.
"ah!"
Tianhuang screamed, the pain was extremely painful, and the embarrassment reached the extreme.
He became enlightened for the Celestial Dragon, lived and died, and his body was so strong that he was second only to the Brahma Saint among all the saints.
But at this time, his huge dragon body was completely cut open from the middle, the dragon scales fell off, and the dragon horns were also cut off.
The severity of the injury has reached the extreme.
In the far distance, Da Zi Zai was in an extremely embarrassed state. A pair of divine swords that were born from the boundless sea of blood and had been nurtured for hundreds of millions of years were also cut off.
Although his body is still barely glued together, if you look closely, you can see that a knife mark cuts him open from the center of his eyebrow downwards.
Emperor Yan and Emperor Netherworld were not much better. While coughing up blood, they did not forget to cut off all the memories of the knife in their hearts.
Emperor Tiantian has been in chaos for only a moment, but they were killed countless times by the shadow of the sword. If they had not replaced each other, I am afraid that they would have perished by this time.
Despite this, several people could not make any sound except for moaning in extreme pain.
"Good knife, good knife..."
A hoarse, low roar filled with monstrous ferocity spread from the center of the collision.
Di Yan reluctantly looked around, and in the sparse starlight, the form of the Starry Sky Tower Master was no longer visible, only a weak will was trembling.
Several of them were seriously injured, but the Starry Sky Host who bore the brunt and took 90% of the damage was actually not dead? !
Even though they were in such a state of embarrassment, the people in Tianhuang were still extremely shocked.
His family knew about their own affairs, and the moment the sword light touched his body, they realized that this sword light had a great connection with the origin of Huang Tian.
So for them, this sword itself has no intention of killing them all, but for the Starry Sky Tower Master, there is no mercy at all.
Even so, he won't die? !
"Okay, okay, great, great!"
The Xingkong Building Master's will trembled, his voice fluctuated, he was extremely angry and frightened.
The ferocity of this knife made him unable to calm down.
It was clearly an afterimage of a magical power from an unknown number of years ago. It was reflected by that bronze mirror. How could it still have such power?
This was simply beyond his imagination.
In fact, the damage caused by this knife was hundreds of millions of times more serious than what Di Yan and others saw!
The Three Thousand Ways of Killing in the Universe is a supreme method that uses killing to condense the star map and fill it with the myriad ways of heaven and earth.
With one swallow, the star chart will be more dazzling and his path will be higher. Similarly, a clone with the same origin but the same origin will be born, but it can take the place of death.
He has been a Taoist for many years, and has attacked many realms, and absorbed even more ways. But when the sword fell, it almost killed all his incarnations!
He could even feel that his body, which was far away in the depths of the wilderness sea, surrounded by all the worlds, and blessed by all the ways, had been severely damaged!
And after paying such a huge price, and with these indigenous saints blocking the sword, he almost didn't leave his own incarnation behind.
"There must be a great secret in this world!"
While he was shocked and frightened, the desire in his heart was also burning: "That traitorous chess piece must also have a big secret on his body!"
He knew very well that the shadow of the knife was just a shadow of a knife, not a real magical power. Otherwise, he would never be spared.
Since there is such a sword shadow in this world, doesn't it mean that countless giants have fought against each other in this world before?
Or maybe this great world was born in the hands of Dao Ying, or the person behind Dao Ying?
It was precisely because of this doubt that he was willing to pay the price of having his body cut off in order to leave his aura behind.
The price is certainly huge, but if you really get something, the value is so great that it is far more precious than any other great world.
If he had this sword shadow in his hand, he thought that with his own strength, not to mention unifying the barbaric wilderness, he would be able to advance and retreat freely even in the legendary 'Immortal Gang Realm', right?
"Your Majesty's injuries seem to be extremely serious?"
Da Zi raised it with one hand and simply tore off the other half of his body, leaving only his hands, feet and a glance.
"Your injuries are not serious, but without the protection of the great world, how long can you survive in the chaos?"
Xingkong Louzhu sneered and was a little suspicious. Something seemed wrong with this free demon lord.
You must know that at this time, Di Yan, Tianhuang and others could not even say a word. The demon lord's injuries were not serious, but it did not have much impact.
Could it be that he also has a secret?
"Does Fellow Taoist have any idea?"
Da ZiZhi's eyes flashed.
Chaos is not something ordinary people can set foot on. He is seriously injured and his realm is about to fall. Even if he has great fortune, he cannot stay for long.
And this is the reason why they don't believe that the Brahma Saint Society will defect. Even if he has a rare treasure and is at his peak, once his realm falls, there will be almost no life in this endless sea of chaos!
"I'm not busy, I'm not busy. Let's wait until the others recover. It won't be too late..."
In the sparse starlight, the figure of the owner of Starry Sky is as blurry as smoke, with a smile on his face but no smile on his face:
"What do fellow Taoists think?"
Da ZiZai frowned slightly, and then laughed: "That's what fellow Taoist said."
…
Illusive, empty, and bizarre.
"We meet in mountains and rivers. If we meet again someday, I won't owe you anything!"
Miesheng put his hands behind his hands and looked into the distance. Emperor Tian was no longer visible. He sighed slightly and immediately broke through the barrier between heaven and earth without any hesitation.
Buzz!
And the moment he stepped out of the world, something suddenly moved in his heart. When he suddenly raised his head, he felt an ethereal but powerful and strange will descending on the void.
"Um?"
Annihilation stopped, although he was frightened, he just looked at the place where the will came and asked faintly: "Who are you?"
"Chaos is boundless, time and space are endless, in this endless sea of chaos, just like the world behind you, it is endless..."
The ruthless and indifferent voice echoed in Miesheng's heart: "I come from the 'Wanjie Tower'! A new wanderer of chaos, I invite you to join the 'Wanjie Tower'!"
Wanjie Tower!
The sea of mind buzzed, and while the loud sound reverberated, messages rushed in like a Milky Way, causing huge ripples.
The Ten Thousand Realms Tower is an ancient strength that is rooted in the endless sea of chaos and transcends all realms. Its age has long been beyond investigation.
Its power is extremely powerful, and the minimum threshold for joining it is a strong person who is independent and transcends the big world.
There are endless treasures, endless treasures, and even the secrets of the birth of all worlds.
"Wanjie Tower, Wanjie Tower..."
In the void, Miesheng slowly raised his head, raised the corners of his mouth, and showed a cold smile: "Of course I have no reason to refuse."
"As a new wanderer of Chaos, you will not regret your choice today! Joining the 'Wanjie Tower' will definitely be the wisest choice in your life!"
There was a wave of strong and mysterious will. Visible to the naked eye, a bone-white token turned from illusion into reality and fell in front of Miessheng:
"White, red, green, gold, and purple! The five-color token of the Ten Thousand Realms Tower. With your strength, you can get the 'White Bones' token!"
"Five Color Token, Bone Realm Token?"
Miessheng raised his eyebrows, and the waves in his eyes became more and more undulating: "Master Wanjie, how many purple tokens are there? How many gold tokens are there?"
"No comment!"
The will paused for a moment, then gradually disappeared. In a few moments, it disappeared to the limit of what Annihilation can perceive:
"Leave your name on the Bone Realm Order, brand your way, and you can contact the Ten Thousand Realms Tower!"
"Wanjie Tower...are there still such forces in the Chaos Sea?"
Miesheng thought and muttered to himself. After a long time, he looked at the empty token in his hand that was as white as bones.
With a little finger, he left a branch on it. He was proficient in the Six Paths of Emperor Tian and Qi Dao, leaving only one branch, which had no effect on him.
As for the name...
"Since your pseudonym is Yuanyang... then I might as well call you..."
Miessheng hesitated for a moment, then made a swipe of his finger:
Hong,
Jun!
