Here, a statue of an unrivaled sage can be suffocated and suffocated, and in the hopeless nothingness, except for the boundless universe and the crystal wall universe, only a boundless and incredible supreme Taoist ancestor can roam at will.
However, here, in this nothingness without the concept of time and space, there is a point, an extremely gorgeous and brilliant point, which is a miracle in nothingness-the boundless world!
This point seems to be infinite, and it seems to be infinitely small. It seems to be born in the endless intersection. Behind the simplicity, it is an extremely complicated limitation, which is the materialization of the intersection of infinite avenues.
"Pull …"
Even if there is nothing in nothingness, the concept of "tearing sound" seems to have appeared at this moment. There is a crack in nothingness, and a figure with silver brilliance appears from it.
The figure appearing in nothingness seems to be slightly uncomfortable, and the silver light is huffing and puffing. At this moment, this figure seems to have formed some kind of transformation with the vast world in front of me, and has become the intersection point of infinite avenues.
"The conversion is complete."
Yuan Heng breathed a sigh of relief gently. Even though he has actually completed a space voyage across heaven and earth, he can never be too careful in this place. There are hidden unknowns in it, which can never be fully understood by a statue of Taozu.
"Hey, friend of the abyss, come and don’t be rude!"
Yuan Heng visual nothingness, eyes slightly pan filar silk ridicule, nothingness is very big, but it is also very small, their nothingness almost superimposed with the scene before him can’t hide the slightest in his eyes, just like the eyes piled up like a square in those days, layered and densely packed like a building block, the universe of heaven and earth is full of beauty in Yuan Heng’s eyes!
This is one of the most notorious worlds in nothingness-the abyss! (To be continued. . )
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Rafis, this is a falling world.
Above the sky, the stars are falling, only a dim and declining Jin Hui hangs far away, and the vast illusion of black sun rises in the air, almost covering this round of Jin Hui.
Endless deep magic forms energy tide, and chaotic will growls.
The night is long, and this side has fallen into the dark world. It has been eight days and nights in normal time since the last golden sun rose, and the night has become longer and longer!
On this day, when the long-lost glory comes, the first ray of sunshine in the morning appears in the horizon, and when the night fades, the last place where the gods are attached to Rafer, the capital of the morning, rises into the sky with a little light of Jin Hui in the milky white, and there is infinite power inside.
"You are the sun that never sets, and your brilliance nurtures everything."
"You are glorious and eternal."
"Your name is sacred and supreme."
"You are kind, which will bring the hope of transcending the sins of the world and the dawn of saving all beings from purgatory."
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"Our faith is our truth, your sacred name … Seraph!"
At the last dawn, Seraph, the holy capital, bathed in the golden sun, and the remaining creatures were moved and prayed with joy and believed in the last god of this world.
The dark experience of time of troubles’s Leifis, the original vast territory bred countless magical races, densely populated, the gods herded all beings, and took charge of heaven and earth. What a pity …
Everything has passed, and the gods have fallen and entered the year of darkness. There were countless intelligent beings, but now they are only struggling to guard the last sacred place. The local aborigines are not completely extinct, and now there are only a few millions …
Just a few million people, in the final despair, no matter whether they believed in the sun or not, at this moment, even many wizards who despised the gods the most, especially those who stepped into the legendary field, were almost without exception. Crazy into the glorious embrace of Seraph, just hoping that the last light of Leifis will not go out, humble as they do, only contributing their own faith …
Pope Chenguang XIX’s eyes are deep and gorgeous like stars, and he holds the papal authority-the sun god rod leads the pillar of faith as rich as a light beam to link with the sun-and the sun god Seraph is too weak to passively accept faith, which will waste this power slightly. At this time, every ounce of strength is precious.
A steady stream of faith power, under the guidance of Pope Chenguang XIX. The golden color that forms the sun’s glory into the sky.
With the support of this force, I can only see that the Jin Hui above the sky is slightly bright, which is the strong belief of millions of crazy believers, and even enough to catalyze a powerful belief god in an instant!
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A mountain range not far from the dawn capital. A humanoid demon with a sharp horn on his back and an oval black cuticle on his arm, with a faint pupil. It is expected to be ferocious, cruel and distorted.
Demon, whose real name is Kiraf Will. Late at night … Viville, at this time, there is a strange light of ivory belief on his head.
A demon believes in gods?
This joke is too big.
Devil Kiraf’s eyes are still the same, but this bloody water drop hangs on his face. This is blood and tears, full of inexplicable taste.
"Lord XII."
In the darkness behind Kiraf, a middle-aged demon in black came out, with black curly hair and black horns, the same ferocious pupil, and a head with the blood of a fresh demon in his hand, bowing slightly to Kiraf in front of him. "Gore sank, and I will slay him according to his will before he is completely lost."
There is no ups and downs in the voice, and it seems that there is no sadness at all because of the execution of his companions. In other words, the devil seems to have no such emotion as sadness.
"Did Gore … go?"
Suddenly hearing the news, Kiraf’s ferocious eyes struggled with a little bit of gold, and there was no possibility of a little bit of sadness. "Yes, Gore, the legendary paladin of that year, who claimed to be as unshakable as the Bilk Iron Wall, has now sunk. Right, after all, I am afraid that the Bilk Iron Wall can only find a little bit of iron filings. How can Gore be spared?"
The breath of the filar silk abyss is sucked into Kiraf’s body with his sorrow, which is the terrible abyss. Any flaw will be caught by him, and no matter how strong the iron wall is, it can’t resist the infiltration over time.
Kirov’s fist with black scales is firmly grasped, tight and punched!
Huge brute force twisted the space and crashed down, smashing the head of the fallen legendary paladin-Gore into nothingness.