At this moment, a hand appeared in front of everyone in the world. This is true whether it is the divine race or the human race.
They didn't know why this hand appeared. It was as white as jade.
In this hand, thunder spreads and surges, and the power it emanates seems to be able to collapse the world.
But what was reflected in their eyes was that the thunder was extremely gentle.
This is a spring thunder, spreading spring waves everywhere, one green, one red, one purple, covering the sky.
Another stroke appears on the sky, one stroke under. Another world, another surge.
One stroke after another. In an instant, four more strokes fell at the same time.
The next moment, a stream of ink surged upward. In an instant, seven strokes disappeared. It's like it never happened.
Almost everyone looked at the hand that appeared in front of them, and there were only a few words lingering in their ears. But he still dared not take action.
This is too weird and incredible. Even the ancient gods were hesitant.
Why did the three spirits appear, why did the bloodline feel the vibration from deep, why did this hand appear, and why did these words linger in my mind. And why, their bloodline would undergo such changes.
After a long time, still no one reached out. Just the next moment, there was a gust of wind.
People see that in that long river. The figures all stretched out their hands at the same time.
When those figures stretched out their hands and held them in the air. In an instant, there was a thunderbolt from the blue.
This is the power of thunder.
One after another, they spread into the sky and disappeared in an instant.
At the moment when the thunder disappeared, everyone's bodies also trembled, and then, one hand couldn't stop trembling, as if there was an invisible thread controlling them.
Their right hands are uncontrolled and automatic.
At this moment, few people noticed these seven strokes. In this world, there are only a few people who don't care about the hand that appears in front of them.
A man in blue just glanced at the hand in front of him, and also at his own hand that was moving uncontrollably. He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Guanshulou...Guanshulou. I'm afraid that most of the missing essence is in this palm."
Luo Shenyu smiled bitterly, this was not the path he was seeking. However, if things are already like this and how to reverse this ending, we can only choose to accept it with reluctance.
After he stretched out his hand and held that hand. In an instant, a loud noise resounded in his mind.
His eyes gradually became gloomy, as if he was seeing a blue starry sky.
In this starry sky, there is a huge and bright light shining brightly. Then another majestic sound was heard. It was the swell of the waves.
He saw another shadow in the light. It was shaped like a white deer with four horns.
This is a mythical beast that controls water levels. Come to the world in the tide sea. However, when the divine beast slowly appeared in Luo Shenyu's eyes, it changed in vain. A white-haired man replaced the divine beast.
This is the white-haired man who suddenly appeared in people's sight before.
The previous one disappears, and all living beings emerge. What happened next was actually in his own mind.
The white-haired man appeared and slowly stretched out his hand. When this hand reaches out, the tide surges again.
Not only in Luo Shenyu's mind. The white-haired man appeared in the minds of the people of the God Clan, and they all stretched out their hands and tapped downwards.
Loud noises followed one after another. These were earth-shattering roars, causing great phenomena in the world.
This vision is not only in the minds of the gods, but also manifests itself in the world.
All the human races were paying attention, and there was silence. In ancient times, what vision could be more magnificent than this one? It can be called unique.
This was another turmoil, and their hearts were shaken and undulating, as if a vast ocean was rising.
"This is a miracle...the seven realms of God's Domain...are going to change." Someone spoke in a trembling voice, shaking in his heart.
At this moment, no one took action. Both the people outside the realm and the powerful human beings within the realm watched quietly.
After the previous scene, all the ghosts and gods joined forces to attack, and they were all dispersed with one palm. They already knew that there was an unprecedentedly powerful being who was taking action in secret.
This vision of heaven and earth came about because of this strong man.
It's just that the powerful people outside the world have no intention of retreating. In their hearts, the Lord of the Netherworld is the most powerful person in the world. No matter how strong this man is, how can he defeat the Lord of the Netherworld?
"Banzu..." God frowned, this summons was not an urging.
The appearance of the three great powers of the Sky Realm made him worried. With such beings blocking him in front of him, Banzu could no longer take action.
His summons was because he felt the wonderful changes between heaven and earth.
"I... feel it. The seven realms of God's Realm... have completely merged with each other. Perhaps it won't take tens of thousands of years to connect them into one realm again. From then on, the spiritual energy is no longer a pool of stagnant water, but a living thing that can flow through each other. Yunhai."
"It's not just that..." God sighed.
"This person is terrifyingly powerful. Not only has he connected the seven realms, but he also used the pen of heaven-shaking to paint four strokes in that sacred painting. This is to make up for the broken world here... these methods. ..I feel ashamed of myself. It’s really too outrageous.”
"This vision of heaven and earth... is also because of him. Because..."
"This is preaching with one's own body... This person carries with him the entire inheritance of the Gods and all races..."
A man in a blue shirt full of old blood looked at the strange phenomena of heaven and earth and murmured softly that he had seen too many strange things. But at this moment, I was extremely shocked.
Each of the sacred beasts displays their splendor. Everyone sings and rejoices in unison, each competing for the best. It seems that the great era of contention among thousands of families has reappeared.
There are visions everywhere, and there is another breeze.
So, in heaven and earth. The hall is filled with purple and red.
There was a sound in the ground, and the ground was broken again. Then a towering tree broke out of the ground.
Mountain flowers bloom all over the head, colorful, and it is in this tree.
Shadows appeared on every branch. But these are not the singing thrushes, but silhouettes.
These are all living beings in the long river, and their silhouettes remain as long as ever. Perhaps, these are all the sentient beings in the seven realms of the divine realm.
They came to this tree, and the water around the tree was gurgling, and it would last forever, and it would be an eternal stream.
Some people want to be like a thrush, the hand that saves all sentient beings in the darkness. In the end, he still became the hand, but he was still not the thrush.
In his heart, there is only that thrush. And he can only become the branch full of mountain flowers where she once stayed.
Among all living beings, there is a clear stream of white smoke. There was a soft sound, and it sounded again.
"The present will only be the present. If there is no tomorrow, how can I see the present again? I am a passer-by here, but I haven't completely finished my journey, so how can I be a passer-by here?"
"What I see here is nothing beautiful. But, I really want to see it. I want to see the infinite scenery in my mind."
"What I can do is join hands with you to recreate the scenery you and I saw. Today, I will gather the power of all living beings in this world to fight the Lord of the Netherworld."
