Purple Sweet Potato Essence’s Beautiful Comic Journey

Due to the interconnected relationship between the five ancient gods, the soul of one ancient god was caught by the ghost claws and "hallucinated". Naturally, it was inevitable for the remaining ancient gods to have their souls leave their bodies and see the green fox. .

This is a very clean world, the green fox is sitting on the top of the mountain, surrounded by a sea of ​​clouds, making the mountain look like an isolated island in the sea.

With its back facing the five ancient gods, Qinghu just raised his head and looked at the sky.

There was no sun or moon in the sky.

This is already above the clouds, so there are no clouds above.

All that could be seen was the dark sky, getting lower and lower.

The ancient gods have survived for countless years. Although they are just huddled in the shadows and lingering, they are all absolutely strong after all. Is the name of "ancient gods" a waste?

Their bodies are all indescribable, and one look at them can make people suffer from mental breakdown or even suicide. It's just that they are older and don't like to show off their teeth anymore, so they always show themselves in the sci-fi style of the mirror body they have today.

Therefore, they didn't care about the motionless green fox in front of them.

But as time passed by, they realized something was wrong.

The sky is really pressing down little by little. This is not an illusion, but a fact.

This is not a planet, nor a firmament above, nor an atmosphere.

Here, [Heaven] is an entity!

Every time the sky is pressed down, the whole world seems to be oppressed, and the gravity it receives directly increases by a million times.

The five ancient gods persisted for more than ten seconds, and they couldn't stand it anymore.

You know, here, they have no entity, only spirits.

They also understand that this should only be a reproduction of someone's memory scene.

But even so, they couldn't stand it.

This was their first experience of what "God's power" is.

There are no terrifying energy storms, no ferocious monsters, no invincible magical weapons, and no so-called true gods who devour the starry sky.

Yes, it's just the sky getting lower and lower, and the pressure of the doomsday.

Under such heavy pressure, they thought they would be knocked out of the sea of ​​clouds and fall to the ground, but the reality was more terrifying than that—the sky was sinking, and the earth was actually rising rapidly!

They could hear the roar of the earth, a passionate, majestic, vigorous, and heavy breath of the earth, climbing upwards without hesitation.

This posture only points to a unique result:

Heaven and earth together!

Heaven and earth collide, everything ends.

"Is this the end of us?"

"The prophecy of [Wheel of Fortune] is actually fulfilled in this way?"

"It's a pity we don't know anything about where we died."

"After all, it's still a step too late. The time reversal has not started yet, and it's over..."

"Maybe this is fate, we shouldn't struggle."

The thoughts of several ancient gods were all connected together, and they couldn't get rid of this terrible "illusion". They knew that if they died in this "illusion", then they would really die.

Under such a "heaven and earth catastrophe", there is absolutely no luck.

A few ancient gods huddled above the sea of ​​clouds, seeing the green fox on the top of the mountain in the distance, not only did not flinch, but stood up straight, the fox's back was straight.

The ancient gods didn't know who this blue fox was, they just felt a little ashamed—they all resigned themselves to their fate and waited to die, but this little fox stood upright like a pine and cypress against the weight of the sky with.

An ancient god with sharp eyes discovered that there was a big bump on the green fox's neck, which was oozing blood.

But the fox didn't listen to it, and stared at it with a pair of winking eyes, standing tall with its head held high.

The sea of ​​clouds seemed to be infected by her momentum, and began to roll violently, like boiling water.

As the sky approached, the sea of ​​clouds boiled to the extreme, and the white mist, waves and clouds were treacherous, and within a few breaths, they condensed into the appearance of countless foxes.

"Hey!"

The green fox raised its head and uttered a long howl. This long howl seemed to involve the wound on the neck. Blood flowed profusely for a while, and the blue fur from the neck down to the abdomen was dyed red.

Following her long howl, huge cloud foxes soared up from the sea of ​​clouds, one, two, three... Tens of thousands of them, obviously just clouds of mist, charged towards the sky, like ten thousand horses galloping, Furious.

It didn't take long for thousands of huge cloud foxes to crash into the dark yellow sky, which shows how far the sky has sunk.

After a deafening roar, the speed at which the sky sank was only slightly slowed down, and then continued to descend.

And the sea of ​​clouds below has disappeared—in order to fight against the sky, Qinghu has condensed and withdrawn all the sea of ​​clouds, leaving nothing left.

The sea of ​​clouds dissipated, and without any obstruction, the ancient gods could clearly see the landscape below.

On the earth, there are bottomless black abyss everywhere, as if they have been baptized countless times by the thunder that destroyed the world.

Even though the baptism has passed, the ancient gods still felt the lingering aura of destruction from those charred abyss. The mere remaining aura was so terrifying. They estimated that a small thunderbolt in this world would be enough to penetrate the entire world. Power the earth of the world and break it into the most basic cosmic particles.

It can be seen from this that the earth below is so tough and thick that it can withstand so many "sky thunders".

The ancient gods felt that even the densest neutron star is nothing more than that, right?

The sky is still sinking, the earth is still rising, the mighty power of the sky and the earth is so unstoppable, even if the blue fox is covered in blood, there is no way to stop it.

She covered the wound on her neck with her paws, covering the big bulging lump, and stood unyielding.

At the last moment, her sharp eyes suddenly became tender, and a sad poem was softly recited in the coughing fox's mouth:

【The evil!I want to stay with you and live forever.

There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the heaven and the earth are united, and they will not be separated from the king! 】

After saying that, the mourning continued, and even the heaven and earth dimmed at the same time.

The sky and the earth, in the final big collision, were actually silent.

Perhaps, it is because all the media that can transmit sound have disappeared in the conjunction of heaven and earth.

Or perhaps, it is because of sympathy for the everlasting deep love that the voice is loud and clear.

The souls of the five ancient gods, together with all things in the world, were crushed into Sumeru.

This is indeed just a memory, but it is profound enough to obliterate the soul of the ancient god. I don't know if it was the great catastrophe of that day or the earth that was too terrifying, or the sad regret of that period that was too deep in my heart.

………………

Shadowlands.

The souls of the five ancient gods disappeared, and the "time counterflow" they initiated naturally stopped.

As predicted by [Wheel of Fortune], after they saw the third color of this world, the end will come immediately.

Centered around a circle formed by five ancient gods holding hands, this sketch-like world was quickly dyed in bright colors.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple, all of them are missing.

The flowers in the flower garden are no longer black and white, but colorful and colorful.

In the cheers of the frost giants, the sky and the earth were clear, the trees were luxuriant, and the dark clouds in the sky turned into colorful clouds.

"Crash!"

There were bursts of shell-breaking sounds, and countless spores burst open, and mini elves with dragonfly wings emerged from them, dancing among the flowers with cheers.

Here, it has simply become a fairy tale world.

It was only at this moment that Qian Song, who looked like a "choked ghost" surrounded by the corpses of five ancient gods, finally collapsed to the ground in exhaustion, with a smile on his ferocious face.

He raised his hand and stretched out to the blue sky, as if he was stroking something tenderly.

But there was nothing in the sky.

The huge mirror corpses of 5 ancient gods reflected his body lying on the ground.

Starting from the fingers, it slowly disintegrates, gradually spreads to the whole body, and finally disappears into ashes.

The wind carried the fly ash and drifted into the distance.

Along with the breeze blowing past, there was another faint murmur:

"Qing..."

"The Beautiful Comic Journey of Purple Sweet Potato Essence"