I woke up after 300 million years

This sword is devastating, instantly shattering all sources of darkness!

This sword turned the tide and pierced Tuberose's heart deeply!

This sword was a flash in the pan, without any gorgeous sword energy or aftermath!

The blood-red and white clothed sword was covered with scars, and he said with gossamer energy:

"Thank you for helping me improve my kendo and kenshin to a higher level."

Thanks? Humans actually thanked me? Why? So what does the look of pity on me mean? I was born from the flower of darkness, I... Tuberose suddenly coughed up blood, and a fire ignited in her heart.

"Ah!" Hysterical screams echoed in the sky. He felt the pain from his soul for the first time. He covered his heart with his right hand and looked panicked. "This is! The power of the Sun God!"

"No! No! No!"

Tuberose roars to the sky, golden flames burn the soul and body.

In just three seconds, the tuberose turned into a ball of black smoke, and the mysterious eyes disappeared. A flower of darkness remained on the ground. The seven petals withered in the wind, ending its life.

Jianhe could no longer hold on and fell to the ground.

Without the protection of the sun's power, the death energy from the spiritual world surged in overwhelmingly, trying to destroy his vitality and drag away his soul.

On his deathbed, Jianhe heard the sound of the knife falling to the ground and felt the warm embrace.

Mo Qingwu's whole body was wrapped with flame clouds, dispersing the gathering death energy. She healed Jian He's wounds with a distressed look on her face, her eyes were red, and her tears couldn't stop falling.

"Don't...don't cry. We won, so we should...laugh." Jianhe stretched out his hand to caress the woman's face. His breath was weak, making it difficult to speak.

If his swordsmanship and swordsmanship hadn't improved to a higher level at the last moment, he wouldn't have been able to rely on the power of the Sun God. That was Yan Fan's recognition of him. The price was to suffer the backlash of the power of the god and be invaded by a trace amount of death energy in his body, not to mention having to rest. It takes a month to recover.

Jianhe is quite crazy when fighting, especially when faced with an enemy that is stronger than himself. He usually chooses to fight for his life. With just one sword strike, either the enemy dies or he dies.

As it turned out, luck was on his side.

Mo Qingwu sniffed and whimpered like a little girl:

"If you die, I will definitely not live alone."

Hearing the words, sword and silence, ask yourself:

Do I like light dancing?

Do I hope to be with Qingwu forever?

Am I a man worth trusting?

There are no secular rules in the monastic world. For example, monogamy does not exist in the monastic world.

Some ascetics with strong bloodlines or physiques usually have multiple wives and many children for the continuation and prosperity of their own lineage.

For example, Jian Jinyan had three wives when he was young. Unfortunately, two of them died while going on adventures with him. This also led to Jian Jinyan rarely leaving the Jianzong in his middle age and old age.

Three wives and four concubines are too common in the monastic world, and whoever is stronger has the right to speak.

Jianhe felt guilty because of the death of his wife, and because his two children were very young in the early years, and the burden on his shoulders was heavy. All these factors combined, he had no idea of ​​falling in love again.

Now, his children have grown up, he has become the leader of the Taoist Alliance, and his cultivation has reached the Immortal Realm. He no longer needs to worry about many things personally. Mo Qingwu has also broken through to the Immortal Realm...

After thinking about it, Jian He held Mo Qingwu's hand, and everything was unspoken.

In the distance, a mysterious man arrived, squinted his eyes and murmured to himself:

"A step too late?"

"Tuberose, Tuberose, you're too weak. Just two humans killed you. You couldn't even hold on for 10 minutes. It's really an embarrassment to us Seven Martial Gods."

Suddenly, silhouettes appeared one after another around the mysterious man.

"Forget it, let me, Mr. Andy, the strongest among the Seven Martial Gods, come and avenge you."

The leader of the Seven Martial Gods and the "scheming priest" of the Extraordinary Seven, Andy.

......

"Dig, dig, dig in the big sinkhole, dig big brother Fan..."

Nuomi, whose gray and white fur was shiny, yawned and said in a lazy voice:

"Lao Liu, can you please stop singing? A rabbit digs a hole, who is like you?"

Baicai raised her head, her red sweater was cute, her red eyes were even more adorable, she pouted and retorted:

"This is not a rabbit digging a hole. This is called digging a hole. I can smell Brother Fan and the master."

In the tiankeng, God broke through the dry well, causing the nearby mountain to collapse and the entrance to the cave to be buried.

"Hanhan." Nuomi was lying on a stone, bathing in the warm sunshine. Her long cat tail swayed from side to side with a comfortable posture. "Meow has never been to the spirit world. This time I want to see if the spirit world is like the rumors. Just as dangerous.”

"Yeah, let's take a look." Baicai nodded repeatedly, then hesitated for a few seconds, and asked Ruannuo, "Brother Miao, this is a life and death situation. The gods have started a battle between gods. We are only demigods. What if... .”

"There is no chance." Nuomi interrupted Baicai and explained with a smile, "Meows are the seven masters of the Sun God. They have mastered the fragments of the Sun God's source given by the master. Your 'thief' ability is matched with Meow's 'magician', as long as you don't meet As for the gods, the cats are almost invincible, and as for the four emperors, the goddess and the master will resist, so the cats don’t need to worry.”

"Meow is interested in the Seven Martial Gods. It is rumored that the strongest guy is called Andy. He is an extraordinary professional 'sly priest' who can communicate with the arrival of unknown gods and temporarily gain the power of gods."

Baicai blinked and thought for a long time, "Oh."

After saying that, she continued digging holes.

"Oh?" The corner of Nuomi's mouth twitched, and she spoke nonsense seriously, "Brother Miao has so many emotional expressions, and you just say 'oh'? Don't you express some opinions or remarks?"

Xiao Baicai ignored him and just dug the hole by himself. The rabbit dug the hole very quickly, digging through the entrance of the cave in minutes and getting in quickly.

"Lao Liu, wait a minute!" Nuomi jumped down from the stone.

Embarrassingly, the hole was too small and he got stuck.

......

Spiritual world, Spiritual Palace.

The Spirit King's Palace, which looks small from the outside, is actually a universe inside. Space and time are chaotic and bizarre here, just like a small world.

Yan Fan and the other three walked down a red carpet corridor for an hour before reaching the end.

Yan Fan stopped in front of an iron door and kicked it open. As far as he could see, the dim palace was simple and unpretentious. More than 100 stone pillars supported the gray-white dome. Each stone pillar was burning with a pale golden flame, bringing a weak light. bright.

Moving his eyes to the left, Yan Fan saw a pile of bones in the corner. They were not human beings, but the bones of demons and angels. Two of the skeletons were shiny and had the spirit of the Extraordinary Seven. The only ones in the spiritual world who had reached the Extraordinary Seven were the Seven Martial Gods. , indicating that two of the Seven Gods of War have died long ago.

Not sparing his own subordinates, or is this what he did in the past? Is the remaining four emperors also dead? His thoughts whirled, and Yan Fan stared at the top of the palace.

On the nine steps, there is a gray-white throne, with the Spirit King sitting on it.

The Spirit King is 1.9 meters tall, looks like a human being, has hands and feet, is wrapped in gray mist, and looks at the world with a pair of pale golden eyes.

It is not accurate to say that He resembles a person, more like a condensation of gray mist.

The two sides were more than 1000 meters apart, facing each other, and the fireworks on the stone pillars were shaking.

Yan Fan put one hand in his pocket and asked in a low voice:

"You don't seem surprised at all?"

The Spirit King on the throne moved, and his fingers wrapped in gray mist were clasped on his knees. His voice was strange and thick, and he asked instead of answering:

"Accident what?"

Before Yan Fan could speak, the Spirit King added, "Don't forget, I am a 'prophet' who has taken the path of a 'literary man' and become a god. You will call God and the Dark Moon Goddess. In the future I see, if It is the alliance of five ancient gods. I may avoid their sharp edges and choose to avoid you, but you three are old, weak, sick, and disabled, so what do you have to fear?"

Yan Fan touched God with his elbow and said, "Did you hear that? I'm old and weak."

"Why are you looking at me? He said, if you don't obey, beat Him. I am sick. The Dark Moon Goddess's kingdom is incomplete now, so I am disabled. You are old and weak. There is nothing wrong with what He said."

"Wait!" Yan Fan realized it later and stared at the Spirit King with his golden eyes, "Have you recovered your memory?"

In the previous battle, he was sure that the Spirit King was contaminated by the end of the past and had forgotten everything.

Now the words "don't forget" mean that the Spirit King remembers them.

Under the misty gray mist, the Spirit King stood up, slowly walked down the stone stairs, and told calmly:

"After you left, I thought about it for a long time. The blocked memory was lifted. Your name is Yan Fan. You are the only ancient god to be promoted in the Sixth Age. You are also the key to the rise of mankind. You have sealed the shady story with your body."

"It's been three hundred million years and you've woken up. Frankly speaking, I'm very happy to see you. I have only recognized three existences in my life. One is the Tyrant of the Abyss, with whom I am a close friend who talks about everything, and the other is the shady outsider god. , His power makes me despair, no... It should make all the ancient gods despair, and the universe despair. The third is you, the weakest human being has become the strongest ancient god. Although luck plays a part, you In the end, my courage to face the dark side is recognized by me."

Ta-ta, tap-ta.

The Spirit King walked up to the skeleton, his pale golden eyes dim, "The poor guy was slaughtered by my own hands. I guess... you must hate me, as your king, but I wield a knife against my people."

The dark moon goddess with black hair and black eyes frowned and asked directly:

"You have said so much, I just want to know, are you an enemy or a friend now?"

In a word, the atmosphere was instantly calm and oppressive.

The Spirit King glanced at the Dark Moon Goddess, and then walked to the center of the palace. A huge eye appeared above the throne, and the power of the past exploded.

"I'm sorry, this time, I'm on the side of the outer gods."

Strong winds were blowing. Under the gaze of the outer gods, the three ancient gods' legs were heavy, as if they were carrying a planet on their backs. The ancient floor exploded, and half of their knees sank into the ground.

God's heart sank to the bottom, and he cursed secretly: Yan Fan, you bastard, do you think this is half the strength of the old ruler? I really feel like I'm facing an alien god and I've been tricked by you!

Blood flowed from the corner of the Dark Moon Goddess's mouth, thinking: Why? Why are you still siding with the outer gods when you have obviously recovered your memory? Have you really fallen? Spiritual King!

Yan Fan's expression was as calm as a pool of water, and he cursed: The thunder is loud and the rain is light, will the old days finally have this little power? It’s not even one ten thousandth as strong as when I fought against the shady one.

If Yan Fan doesn't move, neither will I... The Dark Moon Goddess thought in her heart.

The Dark Moon Goddess doesn't move, I'll stabilize it first... God has made up his mind.

God doesn't move, I'm a bit at a loss when I take action, look again... Yan Fan squinted.

The three masters and eight hundred eyes, no one moved, silently enduring the oppression of the end of the past.

In the empty and lonely palace, the Spirit King looked down at the other party and whispered:

"There is no need to be surprised or surprised. We are all the same. When we reach demigods, we think about becoming the supreme god. When we become gods, we think about whether we can go further. When we advance to the level of ancient gods, our pursuit has no It has stopped, because the ancient gods are not the end."

"Neither I nor you, are we all looking for ways to transcend from one era to another? I just chose a shortcut, the fastest, easiest, and safest way to be promoted to the old rulers. For this, I sacrificed my subordinates. It’s worth it too.”

Yan Fan sighed:

"You have fallen."

"Degenerate?" The Spirit King shook his head and asked in a serious tone, "Choosing to side with the Outer Gods is called corruption? Because the Outer Gods are your enemies?"

"Yan Fan, I agree with you, but I don't agree with your thinking. At the beginning of the birth of the universe, there was no good or bad. If your positions are different, you define the outer gods as the bad ones. What about you? You are not killing frequently. Countless lives have died at your hands, do you think you are a good person? A kind person?"

Please, I didn’t say that I belong to the good side. You fell because you abandoned the core of yourself and handed everything over to the end of the past, making it clear that you became his puppet... The former spiritual king was not You love to talk nonsense, you are really not normal, well... maybe what you are saying now is controlled by the old one, in order to trick us into seeking refuge with the outer gods... Yan Fan was half-complaining Half analyzing, his eyes turned from the Soul King to the huge eyes.

An indescribable sense of crisis arises...