The next second, the time film surrounding Wen Sengyu gradually dissipated, and the God of Death was getting closer and closer to them.
The bodies of Bian Han and Zhou Shiya gradually shrank at this time, turning into two soul fragments.
Before his body disappeared, Bian Han used his last strength to say: "Lord God of Time, we are willing to help you collect the fragments and find your most powerful self!"
"Bian Han, Zhou Shiya! No, minutes! Seconds!!!" Wen Sengyu shouted, hoping to call them back, but it was too late, the soul fragments had come to Wen Sengyu's eyebrows and were embedded one by one.
In an instant, a large number of memories poured into his mind, and huge energy was charged into his body. Wen Sengyu felt that he was extremely powerful at this moment, as if he could wipe out a person's life with just a few clicks.
But he seemed to need some reaction time, because when he inhaled this energy, his body could not move.
Fragments of a large number of memories also flashed back in my mind like a slideshow.
A vast sea of stars appeared in front of Wen Sengyu's eyes. He stared at this sea of stars in a daze, as if everything was nothing and everything that had just happened was unreal.
He just moved his fingers slightly, and the picture in front of him moved quickly. The sea of stars fell and was reborn under the acceleration of time. He saw a little boy running in the sea of stars, and then grew up and gradually grew into a promising young man.
That young man had a very familiar face, and that face was none other than himself.
The young man sits in the center of the temple and controls the time of all things in the world. He uses time to stitch this fragmented world together, giving the world a new definition.
"Destroyed, everything will be destroyed." The young man told the two people in the hall.
"Lord Time God, what do you mean by destruction?" Fen asked looking at him curiously.
"Everything will be destroyed, including myself." The God of Time said calmly.
They laughed every minute, they couldn't understand who could destroy such a powerful god.
"Don't be ridiculous, you created us. If you destroyed us, wouldn't we be gone too?" Miao said with a smile.
The God of Time didn't speak anymore, just sat quietly on his throne and stared into the distance.
"I saw some kind of ending."
Suddenly the Time God in the picture stood up and spoke to the "camera". He seemed to be able to see Wen Sengyu outside the "lens".
No, to be precise, what the Time God saw was not Wen Sengyu, but the "person" Wen Sengyu was currently occupying this body.
"In the future, you and I will lose our lives for a goddess who has not yet been born." The God of Time looked at Wen Sengyu and said.
Wen Sengyu glanced at the body he occupied. He seemed to be the past of the Time God and the starting point of the Time God.
He has a baby-like body, which has not yet fully grown up, but already has huge time energy in his body.
Time nurtures it, time promotes its growth.
This little baby is using his gift to enjoy his future like watching TV.
"When this world gives birth to 'space', you and I will start taking action, the past me." The God of Time is still talking to the "little baby".
The baby seemed to understand the warning of the God of Time and shed a tear sadly. Although Wen Sengyu was in his body, he could feel all his joys, sorrows and joys.
future? Wen Sengyu couldn't figure out what would happen in the future and what the birth of 'space' would mean. However, he knew that the space that was about to be born would transform into the most beautiful goddess in the world.
The scene ended, and Wen Sengyu returned to the God of Death.
At this time, the God of Death has firmly locked on the target, gathering wind, rain, thunder and lightning to form a huge black spear. The tip of the spear is pointed at Wen Sengyu, ready to go.
Before Wen Sengyu could react, the spear had been thrown out of the Death God's hand and flew straight towards him.
But at this time, Wen Sengyu was still unable to move, and energy was still being continuously input into his body.
Fragmented memories also left him unable to care about reality and the past.
In the haze, Wen Sengyu felt a figure blocking him.
It was Wen Hao. He was drawing a huge portal in front of Wen Sengyu, trying to use space magic to block the spear of death.
The black spear came quickly, but fortunately the portal was built at the moment the black spear came.
But what people didn't expect was that the black spear passed straight through the portal as it flew, and there was a huge explosion and thunder when the two abilities collided.
Obviously, the writer's magic power was not strong enough. In front of the God of Death, the portal he created was like tissue paper and was pierced in an instant without any effort.
Wenhao looked at the scene in front of him and was a little at a loss. He knew that his power was definitely not as strong as the God of Death, but at this moment he could only fight hard and try to save his father.
"Dad, don't worry, I will definitely save you!!!"
After Wenhao said these words, he used all his strength to release his energy. Wen Sengyu was very entangled in his heart at this time. He wanted to do something, but he was completely unable to move.
I saw Wen Hao create a huge energy field, tightly surrounding Wen Sengyu and himself. Wen Sengyu could see that Wen Hao was extremely difficult and painful when releasing this energy field, and it seemed that he had exhausted all he had learned throughout his life.
The energy field was formed very quickly, instantly surrounding the two of them, but after the energy field was formed, Wen Hao did not stop. He used an invisible magic to fight against the black spear.
After Wen Hao's resistance, the black spear gradually slowed down at a speed visible to the naked eye, but it still continued to move in the direction of Wen Sengyu and the others.
At this time, Wenhao was exhausted. Wen Sengyu saw that he had begun to tremble, and it seemed that he would not be able to hold on any longer.
"No... Wen Hao, get out of the way..." Wen Sengyu shouted crazily in his heart, but he couldn't make a sound.
The God of Death looked at them quietly in the distant sky without any movement, with a faint smile on his face, as if he was appreciating his achievements.
Under the impact of the power of the black spear, the writer finally couldn't hold on anymore, was defeated by the power of death, and fell down.
"Dad...I tried my best..." Wenhao said this in an extremely weak voice before he fell, but it did not reach Wen Sengyu's ears.
Wen Sengyu could only watch his "child" fall at the feet of death, with anger and sadness flooding into his heart.
But the black spear continued. After Wenhao's impact magic disappeared, the black spear directly pierced the shield.
The moment the black spear came into contact with the shield, the power was continuously divided. Space magic took effect, but the power of the shield gradually weakened and became thinner and thinner.
Finally, under the impact of the shield, the original 100-meter black spear became normal size, but at this time the shield had completely disappeared, and there was no longer any force that could stop the shrunken black spear.
At the critical moment, Wen Sengyu once again saw a vague figure appearing in front of him.
"Come on, Death! Punish me for all the wrongs I've done!!!"
Wen Sengyu saw the man standing in front of him. The black spear stopped when it penetrated his chest, and finally turned into a wisp of black smoke and dispersed with the wind.
At this time, the memory fragments in front of Wen Sengyu gradually disappeared, and he saw clearly the person who blocked the black spear for him.
With a thin face and a messy beard, he couldn't believe that the person in front of him was Xue Zhikuan, who had disappeared for a long time.
"Wen Sengyu... I can only help you so far. I... can be considered as atonement. Maybe Xiao Xiaobin is waiting for me." Xue Zhikuan's words clearly reached Wen Sengyu's ears, and he fell down. Down.
The anger in Wen Sengyu's heart had reached its peak at this time. He finally broke free from all his strength and appeared in front of the God of Death with a new look.
After his body "awakened", he immediately rushed to Wen Hao and Xue Zhikuan and helped them up.
Then he stared at the god of death with angry eyes, his whole body exuding golden light.
"Yang Moxuan!!! I will never let you go!!!"
3 hours ago, level 9 reincarnation world.
"Damn... he's finally out, cough..." Xue Zhikuan took a breath as he looked at the dead monster beside him.
Due to the rapid spread of cancer cells, he is basically unable to live a normal life now, but he still has a belief in his heart that if he can successfully survive the 10th level of reincarnation realm, there is still hope to save Xiao Xiaobin. It is this belief that has sustained him to this day.
Xue Zhikuan walked slowly to the foot of the mountain. It took him more than 20 minutes. He had already expended a lot of energy when he dueled with the monsters and climbed up the suspended rocks. When he first reached the flat slope, he almost ran out of energy. Fell to the ground.
"Xue Zhikuan, long time no see." At the foot of the mountain, Yang Moxuan supported Xue Zhikuan, who was unsteady on his feet.
"Thank you, are you..." Xue Zhikuan asked weakly.
"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important shouldn't be that I know who you are." Yang Moxuan said with a smile.
Only then did Xue Zhikuan realize that the other party actually knew his name in the real world.
Then he subconsciously dodged, but he really didn't have the strength to break away.
"Don't worry, I'm not a bad person, and I can help you get what you want." Yang Moxuan said with a smile.
"Hahaha... What I want, what I want is only one person who can help me." Xue Zhikuan said.
"Yes, to be precise, it is not a human, but a god." Yang Moxuan looked into Xue Zhikuan's eyes and said. "Death, right?"
Xue Zhikuan looked at him in disbelief, a little confused and a little excited, as if he saw hope.
"Who...are you?" Xue Zhikuan asked tremblingly.
"I am the only one who can help you." Xue Zhikuan said with a smile.
"Are you...?" Xue Zhikuan looked at Yang Moxuan with wide eyes, but Yang Moxuan just made a "shh" gesture, indicating that he would stop.
"Why are you helping me? It's all your fault that we are here today!" Xue Zhikuan suddenly changed his attitude and said to Yang Moxuan.
"You are wrong. Everyone's fate is arranged in advance. I can't change it easily, but I can guide these fates in a better direction." Yang Moxuan said.
