Thousands of dead souls and wild ghosts roared and poured into the world from the smashed door of heaven.

The blood sacrifice is indeed complete.

The dead body of the gods replaced the old wedge and became a temporary pillar.

But the real goal of the Great Wilderness has also been achieved.

- They knocked open the Northwest Gate of Heaven.

In the past, the reason why the Northwest Gate of Heaven was closed but not opened was because the human city Yunyun was full of vitality, coupled with the death of the gods and gods, and the whales fell to the earth, thus forming a delicate balance with the dead energy outside the gate of heaven. The reason why Xizhou was able to recover its vitality so quickly was because the Imperial Beast Sect abandoned the covenant and implemented the blood contract to clear the way and revive the city.

However, it is precisely because of this that the contradiction between Xianmen and Yaozu has intensified.

In the end, it evolved into a split between the fairy and the demon, killing each other.

The war swept the earth, and the gods took back the old skeletons.

Therefore, Dahuang was able to seize the gap between the heavenly wedge at the beginning of the monarch and smashed the heavenly gate from the underworld to the world.

In fact, if the gods don't take back the old corpse, the gate of heaven can still be opened... No matter how many evil things the Beast Master Sect has done, the anger they uphold as self-cultivators is indeed the most important part of Xizhou. Their demise left a huge void in Xizhou's anger.

Afterwards, the turmoil of the Heavenly Wedge, the devoured creatures, and the destruction of the state city by the immortals and demons have already shattered the balance between Xizhou and Tianmen.

"...Isn't it enough to stay in this quagmire?"

Huaining-Jun's voice was very soft, but his words clearly spread throughout the world.

This old white emperor who left Tianwaitian in the last years of Taikoo and disappeared for many years, finally revealed a trace of his true emotions... He didn't have much hatred for the human world, and he didn't have much love for the Great Wilderness. There is just a deep, deep boredom.

He has been a bystander for so many years in the years of disappearance.

Looking coldly at Xianmen and Yaozu to be on guard against each other, and looking coldly at Tianwaitian and Kongsang ambitious.

... what is the use of building a quadrupole?

What is the use of the sun and the moon?

If the four poles are established and the eight directions are established, will there be no more disputes in the world? Can a fairy and a demon be together forever? When the sun and the moon return to one, can all living beings be able to enjoy peace forever? If this is the case, where is the knife and the sword, the bow and the spear? The grievances between the gods and the human world have just become a thing of the past, and the battle between the earth demon and the fairy gate has already begun.

After that, the horn of the battlefield between mortals and monks will eventually sound.

The conflict between good and evil never ends.

Rather than continue to be entangled in such suffering for thousands of years in the future, he would rather end it all from the beginning-since the evil is unstoppable, since the sin is unforgivable, let's fall into the darkness together. Back to the primordial, eternal chaos...if nothing was ever born, there is no dispute.

Divine Sovereign said nothing and fell to the head of the silver dragon.

Huaining-Jun sighed softly, waved his robe sleeves, and the thousands of dead and wild ghosts pouring in from the Heavenly Gate made a piercing and sharp whistling sound, like a flock of birds flying out, scraping across the turbulent sea. Suddenly, a long trail of blood was left on the sea.

——When the sky was wedged earlier, the West Sea Siren, who was shaken away, was plowed through a bloody path.

Scales are scattered, musculoskeletal shattered.

"The Great Wilderness..." Nu Xue urged Fingyi Ling to defend against the ghosts of Jiuran's blood. After a brief period of shock, she vaguely understood something, "He controlled the Great Wilderness!"

In the dark clouds, Lord Huaining was still dressed in white as snow, and his face was as ancient as before, handsome and noble. But the breath swept out from his whole body is clearly obscure and gloomy.

In the surprised voice of Nuya's slight gaffe, he looked down at the Divine Sovereign leaning over the silver dragon's head.

"Yeah, I'm in the Great Wilderness now," after a short pause, Jun Huaining's eyes passed over Shi Wuluo, and then fell back to the Divine Monarch, "Or..."

"Netherworld."

In the depths of the Great Wilderness, a golden mask collapsed into countless spots of light.

The miasma fog circulating on the land of the twelve continents lifted up at the same time, like a rising tide. In the fog, countless dead and wild ghosts stretched out their blue-gray arms at the same time.

That is, at the moment when the miasma and fog were high in the Twelve Continents and thousands of souls crossed the gate of heaven, Shi Wuluo suddenly threw the Fish Breath Ding into the sky.

The next moment, Shi Wuluo spread his arms, the strong wind blew his clothes, the dark red blood, the dark magic energy, filled, surging, and spread across the other half of the sky in an instant.

He is like driving a cloud of blood, like driving the black sky, and the epitome of mountains and rivers twists and turns on his clothes.

The robes are bulging, and the sleeves are full of silver light.

The terrifying momentum is comparable to that of swallowing the Nether, and Lord Huaining, who is in charge of the Great Wilderness, is even worse.

In the terrifying momentum, the language of Gu Han sounded above the sky.

Like the wind from time immemorial, it gathers together and swept across the earth at the same time. The wind hides the whispers of thousands of years, the sound of every piece of snow falling, and the sound of every lava passing through the ground. In the blood cloud and black fog, in the savage wind and rain, the blessing song farther away than the ancient times reverberated between heaven and earth.

People use witches to communicate with gods, and gods use witches to communicate to the sky.

What does God wish to pass through?

——Heaven uses witches to conjure all things!

Silver-grey eyes clearly printed a figure from beginning to end, no matter whether the figure was white or red, black hair or white hair. Just like the glacial lake on the Taikoo Plateau, it always prints swirling winter snow, no matter whether the snow is rising or falling.

never change.

The miracle that once happened in Licheng was staged again.

Thousands of feet high in the sky, dark clouds ran fast, and the black mist that covered everything was swept away and torn apart by the wind. Empty Sang, all the cables are broken.

The tenth and December rise at the same time.

The sun and the moon shine together!

The white-haired and red-clothed monarch leaned over and pressed his palm on the silver dragon's head in the ancient singing, and said softly, "Arong..."

"Walk!"

It's absurd to go on this one thousand years without dying.