"Then I won't go back now, let alone..."
Wu Tian remembered the last words of Qilin Patriarch.
He stretched out his hand and drew a circle in front of him. The spiritual light flowed with the circle and became a mirror. Wu Tian touched it gently, the halo rippled, and the light and shadow emerged...
It was a black lotus pond, shadowy and swaying gently. A unicorn phantom broke into the sky above the lotus pond, looking out of place and destroying everything.
The phantom of Qilin opened its teeth and claws, and swallowed the black lotus of luck in the pool. This was the transformation of the tribulation energy of the ancestor Qilin, and it was also the transfer of the tribulation energy of the ancestor Qilin. There are fish swimming in the pond, eating the roots of the Black Lotus of Luck. This is Wu Tian's own calamity energy.
The unicorn shadow is very big and there are many fish swimming around, but compared to the lotus pond where Wu Tian's luck manifests, it is still too small and there are too few fish.
Wu Tian's luck was losing, and correspondingly, his calamity was increasing.
But this is nothing. Compared with the devouring of luck, the black lotus of luck withered in large tracts, which made Wu Tian feel distressed.
The luck from the Feng people has stopped, the luck from the Western religion is also declining, and the luck from the West is about to end. This is the fate of heaven and earth, and the West is about to end.
Wu Tian smacked his lips. He didn't know this, but he was really shocked when he saw it.
The calamity Qi Qilin is growing all the time, and Wu Tian's luck is also decreasing all the time. During the calamity, the calamity Qi feeds on the luck to strengthen itself, and when the calamity Qi grows, it will swallow more luck. This is The greatest malice in calamity is also the worst vicious cycle.
Theoretically, as long as the calamity lasts long enough, all living beings will not be able to escape the consequences of depletion of luck and body being digested into calamity ashes in the path of death.
Wu Tian thought of the immeasurable calamity. It is said that one day when the immeasurable calamity arrives, the world will return to chaos, and the sun, moon and stars will all fall, not to mention other living beings.
"That must be the longest calamity."
Wu Tian thought so.
At the moment, the only two leaders left who are still insisting are Zulong and the Western Sect.
It is still unclear who is responsible for whose calamity.
As long as the life is hard enough and the luck is sufficient, it is not impossible to kill the opponent.
At this point in the calamity measurement, the speed at which calamity qi devoured luck had reached an incredible level. Wu Tian felt this deeply at this time.
This is also the reason why other ancestors in the East and West only dare to look at it from a distance, but do not dare to stretch out their hands.
This is also the fundamental reason why the Three Ancestors of Dragon, Phoenix and Kirin and the four main gods of the West had to face the calamity and fight to the death. They are the protagonists of this era and the ones who should bear the calamity. It can even be said that this The Calamity Tribulation was created just for them. There was no other way out except to go out, kill their enemies on the Dao, and obtain their luck.
It's cruel and direct, but this is calamity and calamity of immeasurable killing.
Wu Tian is now just as Qilin Patriarch said, he is also in trouble.
It's just a passive tribulation, and you don't need to do anything. You just need to wait until the tribulation is over.
It's up to Zu Long, "I hope you won't keep me waiting too long!"
As soon as Wu Tian finished his words, Zu Long exploded.
A dragon's roar reached high into the clouds.
The nine-clawed dragon stretches across the sky and the earth, hanging high like a road, rising and falling like a road.
The roar of the ancestral dragon broke through countless green lotuses and white lotuses in the sky above Mount Sumeru, and also interrupted the chanting of Brahma.
Wu Tian heard the taste of forbidden words, but it was more profound, almost Taoist.
The ancestral dragons circle around Mount Sumeru.
Then nine sharp dragon claws extended into Mount Sumeru from nine directions.
Mount Sumeru shook, shaking the world that was already riddled with holes and crumbling.
Wu Tian seemed to be able to hear the sound of falling fragments.
Brahma stretched out his hand to block it, but the Zulong turned around and spat out a dragon ball, knocking Brahma off his feet. Brahma hurriedly threw out the Vedas to evolve the world to resist.
Vishnu also waved the demon pestle and hit the ancestral dragon. The ancestral dragon did not dodge and roared angrily. The earth rustled on Mount Sumeru and was pulled up.
"Dragons are the most powerful in the sea. This statement is indeed true."
While Wu Tian was admiring, he couldn't help but think of a young man, Long Li. He had the foresight to name it correctly.
Mount Sumeru was uprooted. This was not only the fate of Mount Sumeru, but also the fate of Vishnu and the others.
When Mount Sumeru lifts off the ground, their divine dojo will be destroyed.
But Zulong didn't want to let go so easily. He grabbed Mount Sumeru and flew to the highest point in the sky.
Wu Tian's eyelids twitched and he had a toothache.
The moment Zulong dropped Mount Sumeru, Wu Tian disappeared.
In an instant, he arrived at the foot of Mount Sumeru, which was plummeting downwards, and stretched out his hands to support...
Everyone was shocked, including Lord Brahma Vishnu, and of course, his eldest brother Rahu.
Others have forgotten, but Wu Tian has not forgotten that he is the mountain god of Mount Xumi!
If the Western religion is destroyed, he can ignore it, but Mount Sumeru must not be allowed to fall to pieces.
"Everyone, get out of Mount Sumeru!"
Wu Tian let out a roar and fell to the earth together with Mount Xumi.
