Who Awakened His Talent?

Just when this scene of destruction of heaven and earth was born.

Su Yu's eyes flashed with inexplicable meaning.

He took out the Eternal Elegy and tried to channel this destructive force.

The bow is drawn.

Boom!

However, with just a slight pull, the strings and bow of Eternal Elegy broke instantly.

Su Yu was not surprised. After all, Eternal Elegy had not yet reached the world level, and it was too difficult for this piano to control the scene in front of him.

Su Yu stretched out his hand.

The black fishing net wrapped around the baby bear flew into his hand.

The next moment, Su Yu peeled off the cocoon and pulled out a few black threads from the web of soul.

Then, Su Yu condensed a bunch of destiny threads together to replace the bowstring.

Use the thread of fate as a guide and the web of the soul as an amplifier.

The river of destiny manifests, suspended above your head.

Three levels of realms unfold at the same time!

At this moment, Su Yu stood in the void, facing the scene of destruction, and calmly played a song - destiny!

At this moment, the heaven and earth lost all sound, everything was silent, and only the sound of the piano lingered in everyone's ears.

"This feeling..."

Su Yu closed his eyes and immersed himself in it.

At this moment, it seemed that only he and Destiny were left in the whole world, and no one else was around.

He seemed to be walking in the vast sea of ​​stars, looking down at the stars, the universe, billions of sentient beings, the terrifying vision that destroyed the heaven and earth, and listened to the gurgling water of the river of destiny.

In the sound of the piano, Su Yu felt that he was integrated with his destiny.

It seems that his will is destiny.

It seemed that fate was his.

As the music of the piano gradually became more intense, Su Yu slowly opened his eyes.

"The current of history, follow my guidance."

Buzz!

As these words fell.

The flood seemed to be endless, overflowing crazily from the gap in Buzhou Mountain.

It pours down from the sky and rushes in all directions.

Wherever it passes, time and space are in chaos, as if it has been crushed and broken into pieces.

Everyone on the ground looked shocked.

Even people like Yang Jian and Ao Gui who had experienced the disaster were dazzled.

This guy is not fighting at all, it's like... he's completing an art?

Boom!

The torrent of history is rushing endlessly, and while the waves are rolling, you can still see countless strong men who exist in history looking back.

"The long river of history has been completely released..."

On the earth, a divine light flickered.

Then, Hou Tu's figure slowly emerged.

"See you, empress!"

When they saw the person coming, Ao Gui and Yang Jian immediately raised their hands and saluted.

Zhou Zhen, Song Mo and others are also like this, their eyes are full of respect.

At the moment, apart from Su Yu, the only one Daxia can rely on is this empress.

"Use the torrent of history as a barrier to stop the evil god?"

After Hou Tu watched it carefully for a moment, he said with a sudden look on his face: "It turns out that he had already planned to do this when he reenacted the myth."

Re-enacting myths is to communicate with the long river of history, overlap the present with the past, stimulate the will of the world, and play a role in drawing lessons from the past.

At the same time, due to the power of destiny controlled by Su Yu, every time the myth is repeated, it will leave traces in the long history.

Now, using the Battle of Zhuolu as a guide, he has manifested the coordinate "Buzhou Mountain" in the long history.

Then, with the power of the God King's self-destruction, he forcibly opened a hole in the long river of history.

Guided by the power of destiny, in this way, the long river of history breaks away from the past and rushes into the present.

Thinking of this, Houtu couldn't help but secretly clicked his tongue.

This approach requires courage, ability, and wisdom that are beyond the reach of others.

Even she never thought about unleashing the river of history against the enemy.

Hou Tu looked across the long river of history and looked at the funeral master who was about to hit him.

"Forget it, such an amazing plan cannot be ruined."

Hou Tu raised the corners of his mouth slightly and swayed.

Soon, it disappeared without a trace.

Also disappearing at the same time are the six paths of reincarnation in the underworld.

In the sky, Su Yu was still playing silently.

The tunes he plays are like a pair of invisible hands, always controlling the direction of the historical torrent.

Under his guidance, the torrent of history did not fall to the earth, but continued to surge and spread over the Blue Star, as if trying to shape an eggshell to wrap the Blue Star.

roar--

But how can the funeral master get what he wants?

A faint low roar came out.

The body of the Burial Lord gradually disintegrated, and endless corpses fell from the Burial Star and flew towards the Blue Star.

These are all dead creatures in the universe. After being destroyed by the evil gods, the corpses were collected by the followers of the Lord of Funerals and became His collection.

Among them, there are many people who were once famous in Blue Star.

Emperors, famous generals, and even some immortals in history can be seen.

The leader is a jade coffin!

The funeral master threw the jade coffin towards Blue Star a few days ago.

However, the plan could not keep up with the change. Before the jade coffin flew into the blue star, he had already arrived in his true form.

Seeing that the endless corpses were approaching the torrent of history, Su Yulaqin paused, and his figure instantly appeared outside the Blue Star.

He stands in the void of the universe, but still maintains the movement of playing the piano.

The void of the current universe has been filled with pollution source power.

As soon as he appeared, little fateful events kept popping up in front of Su Yu's eyes.

However, they were unanimously rejected by Su Yu.

Zheng!

Su Yu plucked the strings of the zither fiercely, bringing out a solemn and murderous sound!

That action did not seem like playing the zither at all, but rather like swinging a sword.

The historical torrent behind him was stirred up by a wave.

The next moment, an illusory scene slowly solidified.

A sky-supporting portal appeared in the void of the universe!

Three big characters were written on it - Nantianmen!

Four tall figures slowly appeared.

Among them, one was wearing white armor, wearing a pagoda on his head, with a face as white as snow, and his eyes revealed awe-inspiring righteousness.

"I am the Heavenly King of the Dhritarashtra. Who dares to trespass into Nantianmen?!"

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