Everyone in the world is at a loss. at this moment. The sky and the earth are illuminated by surging powder. Just like the flower rain that year, it came suddenly.
At this moment, the chaotic fighting stopped instantly. Everyone raised their heads and looked upward.
This sound comes from above. It comes from the far, far-reaching end of the horizon.
But as far as people can see, this is the end, only the end. It is the chaos of chaos, the soaring of fireworks, and nothing else.
So, this laughter. Where did it come from?
No one knows whose laughter it is.
However, the sound clearly fell in everyone's ears, proving that it was not an illusion, but a real sound.
The sound reached everyone's ears, especially under such a huge roar.
Being able to spread the sound to the world, even the ten most powerful ancient gods cannot do it. Even Banzu can only do it reluctantly, and some people will be missed more or less.
Only the God of this world, who controls the pulse of one source and uses it to spread, can do this.
After all, the Seven Realms of God's Domain are too big. They were once a vast city, and their geographical scope was not comparable to that of Netherworld. Even now, with most of it destroyed, it is still no different from Bai Ritian, the smallest place in the area.
Even the sum of tens of millions of universes cannot compare with it.
However, this voice was full of vitality and looked very young.
The sound cannot hide people's age. The longer they live, the more vicissitudes they experience. This voice is a voice without any vitality.
This is a young man in his prime, perhaps only in his twenties.
In his twenties, he is really too young in the world of cultivation. Even if his talent is unparalleled, it is still human. Even once... Even the legendary Four Spirits God Clan, which has long since disappeared, has never appeared at this age, transcending humanity.
This voice belonged to a young man in his prime.
A man in his twenties is obviously not God. Because the years of God's existence are too long, longer than most of the ancient gods. This age is too long for people to remember.
However, how can the voice spread throughout the seven realms of God's Domain when he is in his twenties?
How can we reach the level of God in our twenties? That is the supreme level. The ten ancient clans and the ten great princes have been pursuing it for countless years, but there is no result.
This is obviously impossible. It is absolutely impossible for such a monster to be born in this world. Even if it was once taboo, it is impossible to do it.
So, how to explain this sound...
What does it have to do with me, and what does it mean?
This voice only appeared for a moment. It disappeared without even causing an echo.
It was as if nothing had ever happened. This voice is definitely not an auditory hallucination of sentient beings.
The shouts that were originally roaring everywhere began to grow low as everyone was stunned, and in the end, they were no longer silent.
The same is true for the roaring sound caused by the magical power.
Seeing is believing, and hearing can sometimes be true as well. That's when everyone hears it.
People know that all this is not an auditory hallucination. Because these torrential and gorgeous clouds are still pressing down toward the earth.
Just like the rain of flowers that had just dissipated for a few days, it was pink.
"This sound..."
At this moment, the ghost-faced man's body suddenly stopped and he was suddenly startled.
At this moment, the yellow leaves all over the sky also trembled.
A powerful person can change countless things with just one thought, let alone a battle of life and death?
Just with this tremor, the nine huge bodies covered the world, and with one punch, the statues of gods followed.
It all happened in a flash of lightning. It's so fast that people don't have time to react, it's a quick decision.
Riding the wind and huge waves, the layers of clouds were so heavy that all the waves were rising, and in the end the waves were stormy.
Accepting thousands of streams, hundreds of rivers are wide.
There is a large river, half sloping, clear and shallow, and under the strong wind, all the fallen leaves are blocked.
This is not a current of water, but a strong wind. Then, eight bright colors and cross winds flew by.
The general trend has not really taken off at this moment, but when it does, it will be the end of the world.
The ghost-faced man's gaze was not focused on the shocking power that came from the suppression, but instead he was looking around.
Because, he heard a familiar voice.
This is a strange yet familiar voice.
The ghost-faced man seemed to have heard this voice somewhere. If it were the voice of an ordinary person, he would naturally not be stunned in this fierce battle of life and death.
He had heard this voice before. But only once.
that time. He had murderous intentions. It's just a hair away from being able to wipe out that person's life.
At that time, that person's level was not high. But it left an indelible impression on him.
It was just Xuan Zhao who was so severely injured that he even had to forcefully use the Canglan World Destruction Plan that had been laid out for a long time. Only then was he not wiped away by the intention to destroy the world.
That is the Nine Colors Mysterious Tribulation. This is the power beyond the mysterious realm. However, that person controlled this power.
The ghost-faced man knew that the power did not belong to that person, but even so, it was still terrifying.
From ancient times to the present, who has the power to kill? The ghost-faced man only knew that the man once had it.
Faced with a shocking attack, the ghost-faced man's heart finally trembled.
It's just that the reason for this trembling is not because of these ten ancient gods who are half-step transcendent. But because of one person.
That person was not the owner of that voice. But the person you care about the most.
Once young, now he has finally grown up vigorously and has grown to the point where he can compete with himself.
The ghost-faced man didn't care why that man's voice appeared here. He only cares about whether the person he cares about follows that person in this world.
He has become neither human nor ghost, and has become cold-blooded. But in the cold blood, in the deepest part, there is still a small amount of warmth.
The ghost-faced man actually wanted to retreat at this moment. Only, I don’t want to see the person in my heart.
However, the arrow has been drawn and we have to fight.
At this moment, in heaven and earth. It wasn't just the ghost-faced man who was stunned. There are more than a dozen second-step experts, and the same is true.
They felt dazed in the flames of war, and lights kept appearing all around them, one after another surpassing the light and blasting through the sky.
But they stood there stunned, the voice seemed familiar but also strange. However, the familiar voice dominated the scene.
"This...is him..."
In this vast world, there is only one woman who knows whose voice it is.
"This is...him back then..."
.....
The night was dark, and it was already midnight. On the mountain trails, there is dew on the leaves, like dust washing, preventing dust from falling from all directions.
The moonlight is quiet, and there is a brightly lit small window below.
Following the light, there was a slender shadow, which became longer and longer with the footsteps of a figure.
This is a piece of white clothing with a head full of black hair scattered behind it, walking slowly towards the mountains step by step.
This shadow seems to be chasing time, constantly and continuously lengthening. The shadows from all directions merged into the long shadow at the feet of the white clothes, and finally came to the mountain.
