Projection of heavens

"I heard that City Lord Gao is not married yet?"

The Marquis of Sifang didn't care about Gao Jinyang's teasing and smiled slightly:

"I have many daughters, about the same age as City Lord Gao, and there are thousands of unmarried ones."

"It's tens of thousands."

Qingyihou, who had never spoken, interrupted his father and corrected his mistake.

"The Marquis is joking, Mr. Gao has no plans to get married yet."

Gao Jinyang's face froze, this old guy is not a good person, he actually wants to be his father-in-law.

In fact, not only the Sifang Marquis, but also the many princes he has entertained over the past ten thousand years are almost all the same.

These old guys are really talented.

"That's a shame."

Marquis Sifang shook his head, feeling that it was indeed a pity.

This Gao Jinyang could become the city lord of Xiaoyao City after the high priest, so he must be the high priest's confidant. Although he has not been granted a title, his cultivation is not inferior to him.

It's really a good match, but it's a pity.

"Your Majesty, you are tired from traveling and traveling. Please come to the city to rest for a while."

Gao Jinyang changed the subject and invited a few people into the city.

Yu Hongyi and others have long been accustomed to this. In fact, the most worthless people in the vast human race are the children of princes and princes.

Not only Gao Jinyang, but also the masters in the cultivation of gods and demons present were also married to the children of princes.

Even Yu Hongyi traces his bloodline back to the source, and is also a descendant of a prince. However, after a hundred generations, the blood relationship has become weak.

Immediately, a group of people stepped on the Divine Light Avenue and walked towards Xiaoyao City.

"Xiaoyao City"

Behind Marquis Sifang, Fang Yun, a frail young man, blinked his eyes and looked at the huge city that stretched endlessly, like a giant dragon lying down, and didn't know what he was thinking.

In an instant, the sun set in the west and the sky became dim.

In Xiaoyao City's lord's mansion, the banquet that had been lively all day was withdrawn, and Sifang Hou and others also stayed in Xiaoyao City for the time being.

Fang Yun fell into a deep sleep in a room in the Xiaoyao City Lord's Mansion.

Suddenly at a certain moment, in the rippling time and space, a copper bell with a restrained edge cut through the void and came to the guest room silently.

It dripped like water and merged into the sleeping boy's body.

run!

Run!

don't want!

In a daze, Fang Yun felt as if he had fallen into a nightmare.

In the dream, an unprecedented catastrophe came, sweeping the world, everything was destroyed, and everyone died!

His father, Marquis Sifang, his brother Marquis Qingyi, the Lord Gao whom he had met today, even a high-ranking prince, and even the legendary Human Emperor!

They all died in a catastrophe!

Finally, a palm covered the sky and fell, erasing everything with a bang.

call!

Fang Yun sat up suddenly, feeling his forehead was cold, the corners of his eyes were wet, and his clothes and bedding were all wet with sweat.

His hands, feet, and muscles were all twitching unconsciously due to excessive fear.

"This dream, this dream"

Fang Yun's lips were chapped, his eyes were filled with tears, and there was a sense of vicissitudes of life in his eyes.

This dream is too real.

It was so real that it was as if he had really lived for more than 100,000 years and had seen the catastrophe that enveloped all living beings and the catastrophe that destroyed the heaven and earth.

It's so real that it doesn't look like a dream.

"Is this a dream?"

Fang Yun covered his beating heart and shouted in a low voice with extremely rapid breathing:

"Chaos Clock!"

Buzz!

The low and melodious bells rippled in his heart, and a chaotic black and yellow color appeared in front of his eyes.

In a daze, he seemed to see an indescribable bronze bell.

That bronze bell was indescribable, it was the greatest creation he had ever seen in his life.

And this bronze bell existed in his heart, slowly transforming his origin.

He knew that this was a supreme treasure that could suppress Hongmeng's luck, suppress earth's fire and feng shui, and open up countless heavens through thought.

It can even distort the vast space and time, and reverse the yin and yang of all realms.

It is the most powerful treasure in the world.

"The Chaos Clock really exists?!"

Thinking of the power of this bronze bell in his dream that could destroy the heaven and earth, Fang Yun breathed rapidly and was shocked beyond words.

But then, a great horror emerged in my mind: If the Chaos Clock really exists, will everything I dream about be the future?

So, what can I do in that doomsday world of endless darkness and endless terror?

Fang Yun's heart felt cold, and he even lost the joy of getting the treasure.

What he saw was too despairing.

In the dream, he was still the favorite son of Marquis Sifang and the most beloved younger brother of Marquis Qingyi. After getting the Chaos Bell, he had no intention of practicing. It took tens of thousands of years before he became the Marquis and set foot in the heavens.

But by that time, the catastrophe was already approaching.

The endless shadows on that side are about to fall, and the monster clan is ready to move. Old antiques that have fallen in the era of chaos, the era of mythology, and ancient times have returned one after another amid the calamity.

In the future, gods and demons will truly be inferior to dogs, and the earth will be filled with saints.

Finally, on the eve of the shadow's arrival, the catastrophe completely breaks out, the boundless heaven and earth collapse, all heavens and realms are buried, and everything will be irreversible.

In the Shenhuang Imperial Dynasty, many noble princes, even the three previous emperors and the current human emperor will completely fall.

And the mastermind behind everything turned out to be the new high priest!

"Even if I see all that, what's the use?"

Fang Yun was a little confused for a moment.

In such a big world, not only a prince, but also a prince cannot protect himself. Even if he practices hard, can he really change everything?

In fact, he didn't think he could change anything.

As tyrannical as the Human Emperor will fall, who can change all this?

"Maybe I should give the Chaos Clock to the Human Emperor?"

Fang Yun's thoughts were scattered, and countless thoughts came to his mind.

"No, although the Human Emperor is extremely powerful, he can't quell all this, and he won't believe that the one who betrays the human race will be the high priest of the human race."

Fang Yun's heart was heavy and he couldn't believe it:

"No, all this may not be true! Although the Chaos Clock is a treasure, it is impossible to predict all this!"

call!

He turned over and sat up, opened the door and walked out of the yard.

At this time, the night was pitch black, and in the high night sky, stars were dotted with scattered starlight.

"If the future is true, then in the near future, the Holy Ox Prince Si Niu Qingtian and Niu Batian will overwhelm a group of small tribes, have friction with the human race, and lay the shadow of the catastrophe. But before that, there will be Something big has happened. The human race’s ancestral temple will undergo great changes. After the war, the eight emperors who returned will have no choice but to be reincarnated."

"If this all comes to pass, I see the real future."

Fang Yun felt melancholy, but could do nothing.

Even if he knew something, there was nothing he could do.

Xiaoyao City was so far away from the Human Emperor Heaven that it would take hundreds of years for him and his father to reach it through the void passage.

He wanted to do something, but found that he couldn't do anything at all.

"What should I do?"

Under the night, Fang Yun fell into thinking.

Think about what benefits you can get from this change sweeping the world.

Although he had experienced more than 100,000 years of life in his dream, he originally had no intention of practicing and his status was not high. After becoming the Marquis, the catastrophe was about to begin.

At first glance, he saw that he had experienced more than 100,000 years in his dream. When he thought about it, he realized that the benefits he could get were very few.

In other words, the benefits he can get are too few.

"The Chaos Bell can transform all things in the world and transform any treasure into something. If I want to do anything with my cultivation, I must at least become a Marquis to be qualified."

Fang Yun clenched his fists:

"I want to become stronger! Everything I lose will be taken back. My father will not die, and neither will my brother! I will not die either!"

"Even the high priest!"

Looking up at the stars, Fang Yun swore in his heart

There are ninety-nine heavens in the sky, vast and lofty and endless. A mortal can only see one sky when he looks far away.

Above the ninety-ninth level, in the chaotic sky where endless chaotic air currents are boiling and stirring.

A towering mountain reaches the sky, immeasurable in size. It is unknown how much time and space has been condensed, how many universes have been created, and the sacred mountain that connects the immeasurable worlds is looming in the chaos.

The majesty of the sacred mountain is immeasurable, just like the prototype of an infinite multiverse. On it, there seem to be bull demons running, ape demons jumping, roc demons spreading their wings, tigers roaring and lions roaring.

It is the Immortal Monument of the Demon Clan Emperor, the Demon Emperor’s personal treasure.

It is connected to the boundless void and the realm of monsters, and contains countless talents of the monster clan.

"What's the use of tiny ants? They won't threaten the Martial Ancestor in the slightest for tens of millions of years."

At a certain moment, an extremely dark and ethereal voice rippled in the void somewhere in the Imperial Palace Immortal Monument.

The voice was erratic, not real, but more like illusion.

It rippled, and no one could feel it.

"Gathering sand to form a tower may be useful, but I don't know."

The majestic, bright and sacred voice also echoed:

"Calamity, calamity, there must be great luck under the great calamity. In a hundred thousand years, there will be big changes! Gu Shaoshang may be a variable, but he is not the only variable!"

"You even gave away the Chaos Bell and the Fruit of Taiyi in your previous life."

The misty voice carried a hint of inexplicable words: "Aren't you afraid of backlash against yourself?"

The so-called variables are creatures without a predetermined fate.

Such existences may only be few if you look at one world, but if you look at all the worlds, UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.net there are quite a few.

However, the reason why variables are variables is that they are truly unknown.

In all the heavens and realms, there are indeed many great powers who have fallen short of variables.

"Even if only a few variables can come back to bite me, what else can I talk about?"

The majesty and holiness are like the bright and infinite voice without fluctuations:

"Since I can capture their existence from all realms and heavens, endless time and space, and throw them into the vastness, naturally I will not be afraid of backlash!"

"Then I'm quite interested."

The misty voice "Jie Jie" gave a strange laugh and said:

"It's a pity that the future you fabricated has too many loopholes! For example, who will attack the human race's ancestral temple at this time?"

Infinite light shines out, causing ripples in the void:

"Of course it's me!".