Fishing the heavens, the Styx fished out the fruit of the saint

But in the underworld, the buzzing sound of heaven and earth is echoing.

Countless mountains and rivers are trembling and twisting.

Dao after dao golden light emanates from the underworld, shining on the sky and the earth.

On the other side of the starry sky, like water waves, layers of cleansing ripples erupted.

This turn of events is undoubtedly astonishing.

Those twists and turns do not come from reality.

Rather, it was an accident brought about by the surging waves from ancient time and space.

In Ye Chen's eyes, the world became strangely fluctuating.

No, this may not be weird, but the nature of the world.

Such a grand occasion is difficult to express in words.

If you compare the flood to a line.

The place parallel to it is time and time.

The prehistoric and the timeline go hand in hand, and various vicissitudes will occur as time changes.

This change was fixed in the past, random in the present, and uncertain in the future.

But at the moment.

In the timeline parallel to the prehistoric times, a torrent of waves is erupting.

And Honghuang became volatile under this influence.

It's like the waves are spinning.

You know, how big is the weight and quality of a piece of land.

But now, it is like foam floating on the water, fluctuating with the fluctuations of time.

This is something no magic power can do.

It can be seen from this that the horror of the power of karma is something that even a saint would not want to be easily infected with.

In the underworld, the five saints burst out with brilliant light.

They are like the pillars of the world, stationed at the dividing line between the prehistoric and the time.

The state of the saints at this time is very strange.

Not in the present, not in the past, and not in the future.

Between past present and future.

"Om..."

Under the traction of the power of five numbers of cause and effect, the waves formed by time and years rise and fall one after another, rippling different kinds of ripples between the ages.

Wherever it passed, the prehistoric land collapsed, and the heaven and earth died.

This is not the true sense of collapse and silence.

Rather, it is a vision of what happened in the past.

However, once the waves are released, they will flow into reality.

The prehistoric reality is like that ancient history, everything will cease to exist.

Taotao's long river of time is wanton.

That momentum was too terrifying.

It can destroy all mountains, rivers and earth, the stars and the sky, and the chain of laws.

Where it passes, everything melts, and the world returns to nothingness.

However, inexplicable singing voices emerged from the saints who were blooming with endless divine light.

The voice was like the prayers of common people, and also like the murmurs of sentient beings.

Every saint has the mighty power of the common people rippling.

The power of the common people turned into ray after ray of light, soothing the waves of time and years.

Throughout the prehistoric ancient history, there seems to be a competition between the power of all beings and the power of time and space.

The vision brought out by the intersection of the two.

It's too amazing.

Taotao time and space ups and downs, sweeping the eternal starry sky.

Endless beings sing.

Bring hundreds of millions of miles of light to shine on the past and present.

The saints are like pillars reaching the sky, pressing across the ages.

The huge waves of time and space split into several waves under the singing of all living beings.

But this turmoil has not been completely eliminated.

When several waves flowed into reality, the whole world changed horribly.

The wave of time and space turned into a side knife, splitting the entire prehistoric land into several pieces.

It was like a child's play.

A piece of heaven and earth was cut at random.

Like a toy in the hands of a child.

But this is a fact.

Taotao's time and space are turbulent, even if they are divided, cut and melted by the power of the saints.

But the whole prehistoric world seemed to be cut into 19 yuan by it.

Nine yuan for the blue sky and ten yuan for the earth.

"Is this the embryonic form of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths?"

in the sea of ​​blood.

Ye Chen stood up in shock.

The entire prehistoric land was divided not only by region, but also by history.

From a prehistoric world, it evolved into a different prehistoric ancient history.

"Parallel time and space are born like this!"

Ye Chen murmured, only feeling that his three views had been impacted.

in his mind.

Parallel worlds should be two similar but not identical worlds.

However, it turned out to be of the same origin.

To use the words of later generations to speak abstractly.

It is a point that emits two straight lines.

However, the two lines turned out to be parallel.

How can this not be shocking.

Such a scene is tantamount to another kind of splitting the sky and smashing the earth.

Only Ye Chen is the only one who is qualified to appreciate this scene, except for the person involved.

And this also announced the end of the prehistoric era.

"The next era should be Conferred Gods!"

Ye Chen looked at the sky full of stars.

Thoughtful.

The era of conferring gods.

A great world gathers together, the saints play games, the world is chess, and the common people are children.

But I don't know, in the age of conferred gods, can he be called invincible?
Can it be invincible in the heavens and the world?
Inexplicably, Ye Chen had an intuition.

Conferring the gods is the day when the immortal bait is harvested.

This heaven and earth change lasted for a long time, but it was very short.

It's been a long time because, in the eternal time and space, you can't accurately estimate the time and date.

Here, one glance is ten thousand years.

Thousands of years seem to be just a moment.

Very short.

In the eyes of all living beings.

No matter how much time has passed, time is forbidden to them.

When many creatures opened and closed their eyes, earth-shaking changes had taken place in the world.

"who I am?"

"where am I?"

"Where is this?"

This is the question that many people ask when they look at the prehistoric world today.

The sky has changed, the clouds have changed, and the landforms and mountains have also changed.

It becomes extremely strange to them, as if they have never been in this life, and there is a familiar taste.

It seems that this land has lived for endless years.

But why such a change?

Unfortunately, no one answered them.

The saints have been exhausted from dividing the waves of time and space.

After completing their careers, they each returned to their dojos to recuperate.

As the only person in Honghuang who knew the truth, Ye Chen would not be so bored as to run out of Honghuang to tell everyone what happened.

This seems to have become a mystery for a long time.

After so many years, some people call this time the Lost Age.

It means that during this period of time, the common people collectively lost a memory.

But where do they know.

They didn't lose their memory, it's just that what happened during this period didn't stay in their memory at all.

In the boundless common people, the mind fluctuates from time to time.

They don't know.

The ancient prehistoric past has become history.

What greets them will be a brand new era.

And just at the cusp of this era.

Taotie, a disciple of the Blood Sea, encountered a change that could change his life.

In the prehistoric mountains, on the highest peak of the beast empire.

Taotie's gaze, which was originally observing the changes in the world, froze in vain.

In the void, a white-haired, fairy-like old man walked towards him.

"Who are you? An dare to trespass on the emperor's territory?"

Taotie questioned, his words were not very friendly.

"I am, Venerable Wisdom! I am here this time to show you the way."

The latter was calm and breezy, as if he had known Taotie for a long time, ignoring the ferocious power on his body, he sat directly in front of Taotie.

See this scene.

Taotie laughed.