Divine Desolation.

In the silent time and space of returning to the ruins, continents float and surround them, forming a vast galaxy, and each continent is shrouded in a different color, brilliant and gorgeous.

A purple gold streamer was like a divine lightning striking the sky, crossing this heaven and earth, shooting out from the depths of the Divine Desolate Domain, and behind it, a huge dark golden continent pushed the void horizontally.

Thundered!

Wherever the Dark Gold Continent passed, all the continents encountered along the way were annihilated, and the bursting flames rushed into the sky, and the entire heaven and earth trembled.

Two days later, Qingyang Huan crossed out of the depths of the Divine Desolate Domain, and when he reached the edge of the Divine Desolate Domain, a huge old turtle wandered in the depths of the endless void, and a pair of divine eyes were like the sun and the moon, sweeping the entire heaven and earth.

Feeling that the old turtle chasing him stopped in the distance, Qingyang Huan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, this divine turtle chased and killed him for hundreds of millions of miles, almost crossing the entire Divine Desolate Domain.

Of course, this old turtle is not an ancestor who is not an immortal, but a god who has been reincarnated like a deer god.

They can be regarded as old enemies, when he entered the Divine Desolate Domain, he roosted on the continent transformed by the shell of the old turtle and turtle, and was hunted down and killed by him once.

This old guy's strength is not much worse than that of the deer god, Qingyang Huan is conceited of the chaos Dao fruit he has condensed, and his combat power has improved, and he is still not the opponent of this old thing, but fortunately, he runs fast.

This is the junction of the three domains of the Divine Desolate Domain, the Divine Fish Domain, and the Divine Territory.

The old turtle seemed to sense some taboo, stopped chasing and killing him, and did not dare to step out in the divine wilderness with unwillingness.

After taking a deep look at the old guy, Qingyanghuan turned around and disappeared into nothingness.

This revenge has been going on for a long time, and today he is not strong enough, and he will come to find trouble when his strength is enough.

The old ancestor of the turtle is not immortal with the help of his hand, and he has a feeling for the power of this old bastard, this is not the gossip technique of the turtle immortal.

The great power of the Divine Turtle Ancestor is an existence that limits the rules of heaven and earth, and it may not be anything in his eyes.

In fact, at the moment when the old bastard escaped from the Star Mountain with the deer god body, he already knew in his heart that the scene he had experienced had already been accurately calculated by the old bastard.

Even the little confusion of Gu Buxian didn't know that his ancestor had left this hand.

This old thing has lived for too long, and he has already made up his mind to stay away from such an existence.

Otherwise, when there is thunder, it is easy to be affected.

......

Spreading out his palm, an illusory astrolabe catalogue appeared in his hand, which was given to him by Feng Qi, and the opportunity in the Heavenly Spring of Time and Space made the relationship between this Void Spirit King and Haoyuan very close.

This is the footprints of Feng Qi who walked in the world of returning to the ruins.

Don't underestimate these small points of light, these are the coordinates, so that people can know their location in the world of ruins.

Feng Qi was born in the Divine Phoenix Domain, and it is rumored that it is the existence of the great shore of the Divine Phoenix Domain, and he was sent to the Divine Wood Domain to find the Divine Tree, but as for the real and false Feng Qi, he has not responded positively.

However, Feng Qi had traveled to several god domains in the Guiru World, and several nearby god domains such as the Divine Desolation Domain and the Divine Territory were all familiar with it, so he had this astrolabe catalog.

Two days later, Qingyang Huan stood in the dim void and sighed deeply, he was lost.

Even if there were footprints left by Feng Qi, he was still lost in the endless darkness.

There is no south, south, west, up and down, up and down, around all directions, in the depths of heaven and earth that can be reached by the naked eye, flickering a little hazy light, like stars in the starry sky.

However, when this hazy beauty envelops one's eyes and perceptions, you will understand how terrifying it is.

Ten days later.

There was still a vast void around him, and he couldn't tell where he was, and in this piece of heaven and earth, his spiritual will had expanded to the limit, and he still couldn't touch the breath of life.

It's not that there are no warriors in the Guiru World, the warriors of all races are constantly coming in, and there are the descendants of the warriors of all races over the years, which add up to no less than the bloodline of a big clan in the heavens and ten thousand realms.

However, at this moment, where his spiritual will touched, he couldn't feel the breath of life at all.

All of them were dead stars, continents, meteorites, rocks, and even dry bones, floating silently in the void, as if they had been like this since ancient times.

The most terrifying thing in the world of returning to the ruins is the direction, even a strong person like the Great Emperor can't control it, let alone Qingyang Huan himself.

Time and space here are fluid and distorted, constantly changing, and even a void storm will change large swathes of the void.

Even if you keep going in the same direction, in fact you may be going in the opposite direction without realizing it, contrary to your destination.

As time passed, Qingyang Huan couldn't help but feel a little irritable in his heart.

Previously, Shen Luoxia said that the tomb of the primordial god of the Burial God Star Domain would be opened in a hundred years, and he had been out for so long this time.

The opportunity of the Primal God Tomb can catch up, but it can't catch up with the size of heaven and earth, the opportunity is infinite, and there are other opportunities.

However, he has been out of Haoyuan for so many years, and he doesn't know what is going on in the clan.

Twenty days later, a spatial wave like a great river appeared under Qingyang Huan's feet, rolling and flowing down from the endless depths, and dense white bones floated in the spatial river.

The river is very vast, flowing out of nothingness, even the narrowest place is tens of thousands of miles wide, and the vast place is even millions of miles wide across the void, like an ocean.

The white bones floating in the river had long since decayed, full of cracks, and under the gentle ripples of the waves of the great river in space, they were afraid to be beaten into powder, and they were silent under the waves.

Lost in the ruins, he saw that this spatial river naturally could not be let go, and traced along the river, preparing to trace the source to see if he could find an accurate location.

Half a day later, his eyes were attracted by the undulating white bones in the distant river with the waves.

It was a skull that shimmered with divine light.

The skull was broken, only most of the bone cap remained, but it was more than a hundred zhang in size, shimmering with a purple picedony like brilliant brilliance, filled with mistle.

It seemed to sense the Qingyang Huan Qi machine, and the skull cover floating in the river buzzed, and suddenly the divine light flourished, and several goddesses with fluttering skirts evolved into them.

Airplanes!

Then the goddess danced, whimpering, the voice was like crying, with a mournful, desolate, ancient, dancing to the extreme, the goddess was bleeding, and her whole body was shattered in the divine light, telling the unwilling fall of the gods.

Boom!

However, soon Qing Yang Huan's attention was attracted by a sword groan not far away, a sword full of cracks, undulating with the big waves.

"Dao clan. ”

Feeling the ethereal aura emanating from this remnant sword, Qing Yanghuan's eyes showed surprise.

However, the next moment, he shook his head gently, even if it was the same ethereal, the same far-reaching artistic conception, but it was obviously different from the Dao clan.

Airplanes!

The remnant sword roared, and it suddenly escaped from the great river of space, and slashed down in the air towards the skull cover of the previous god, and suddenly the sky was vast and the divine light soared.

An illusory figure appeared in the skull of the god, but it was not at all invincible to the immortal sword immortal qi.

When everything came to an end, the god's skull was split in half by the remnant sword, covered with cracks, and finally the divinity dissipated and melted into the long river of space.

Buzz!

The remnant sword that smashed the skull of the gods, a fairy light burst out, swirling with fairy clouds, the aura was dense, there were faint fairy birds spreading their wings, Qionglou Yuyu surrounded by the fairy mist, looming, making people feel a feeling of wanting immortals to soar.

Immortal.

This is an immortal artifact that belongs to immortals.

Qingyang Huan narrowed his eyes, the same ethereal aura, the ethereal aura on the remnant sword was a little cold, which was obviously different from the Dao clan.

The Taoist people appreciate the heart of heaven, and they are not without desires.

At the beginning, the appearance of the Qinglian Sword Immortal on the extraterritorial Qi Luck Battle Platform had already shown that the Dao of the Dao clan had temperature.

And the immortals are too forgetful and too cold.

At this moment, he saw that in the void where the remnant sword manifested, the sun was shining, and a figure was in the ethereal clouds, covered in fairy wind and bones, exuding a kind of worship that made people look up.

Burst.

Between breaths, the waves hit, the phantom disappeared, and the remnant sword was still the remnant sword, flowing towards the big waves of space.

Next, Qingyang Huan saw more and more traces from the Divine Dao and the Immortal Dao, divine weapons, immortal weapons, divine bones, and immortal bones, but unfortunately all of them were dilapidated without exception.

Even if he saw that some remnants of the soldiers still had residual breath and spirituality in the broken bones, he didn't take action to salvage them.

Can't get it.

This is a whim from his spiritual world, and whoever fishes it will be buried forever in this space river.

Subsequently, he saw the bones of the demon race, the holy race, the giant race, and even the human race in the heavens in the long river, but compared to the huge divine bones and immortal bones, the bones of the ten thousand races were very rare.

Thundered!

After a stick of incense, he went straight up the river, and suddenly felt a big wave rolling up in the river.

Bang la!

The huge waves rolled, the waves were turbulent, and the waves in the distance came wave after wave, and at the end of the sight, a black shadow like a ship pressed the river downstream.

A city.

An ancient city rushed down from the great river of space.

It's close.

Finally, Qingyang Huan saw the appearance of this ancient city clearly, surrounded by a strong immortal aura, perhaps because the past years have been too long, and this ancient city is covered with thick ashes.

The immortal qi also seems to have been corroded by the years, becoming a little dull, and the breath is stagnant.

The ancient city is thousands of miles in size, the city wall is more than 500 zhang high, the pavilions and pavilions, the Qionglou Yuyu, has lost the fairy light, and is covered by thick ashes.

At the head of the city stood a statue of an immortal soldier holding an immortal spear and wearing immortal armor.

The pearl is floating in the dust, the immortal armor is discolored, and these immortal soldiers look more like a terracotta warrior from a distance.

Even the face is like a thick mask.

Thundered!

Xiancheng went down the river like this, but stopped on the water a hundred miles away from Qingyanghuan, and in an instant, Qingyanghuan trembled all over his body, and his spiritual world seemed to turn into night.

The immortal warriors standing at the head of the immortal city, although they did not move, but in his perception, they seemed to be looking towards him.

"Where is the Makino battlefield?"

The ethereal immortal sound sounded, roaring like the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder falling, and the immortal pattern appeared directly in Qingyang Huan's spiritual world.

Immortal road ancient seal, every pen is a dragon and snake, and the pen is stormy.

This is different from the text of today's era, but it is slightly similar to the warriors of the Spirit Clan, the Feather Immortal Clan and other clans in today's ten thousand races.

The immortal sound was cold, making Qing Yanghuan feel that the void around him suddenly became frozen, and he felt that he was facing a pile of cold stones.

He had no idea what the hell the hell was on the Makino battlefield.

Where is it?

"Where is the Makino battlefield?"

Qing Yang Huan didn't move, and the cold fairy sound in the immortal city sounded again, this time directly manifesting a fairy sword in his spiritual world, wanting to tear his soul apart.

This sudden appearance of the immortal city made Qingyang Huan's heart flush with anger, and the battle spirit roared, and the fist exploded to shatter the immortal sword manifested in his spiritual world.

It's all about the uncle's spiritual world as a battlefield.

One by one, they all have to die.

Uncle, the clay figurine still has three points of fire.

The deer god who died completely, as well as this guy who said that he was not immortal and said that he was not muddy, was also like this.

Makino, what the hell is the place.

"You are a slave of the Protoss?"

Without waiting for him to react, the fairy voice returned, with a condescending questioning that overrode all beings.

At this moment, Qingyang Huan had already made up his mind.

If you can't beat it, just run.

The world of ruins is very weird, he knows it, but when this weirdness falls on him, it is not fun.

The dusty immortal city, the immortal soldiers who turned into terracotta warriors.

Needless to say, he can figure it out with his toes, this is an old antique left over from the Immortal Dao civilization.

Not long ago, I just got a Xuanyuan water control flag, which has something to do with the immortal civilization, and now I have encountered it.

Not only the immortal race, but also the appearance of the god clan is becoming more and more frequent, and this world is really lively.

It's the end of the epoch.

Boom!

The next moment, with a sonorous sound, Qingyang Huan saw a decaying figure appear on the head of the fairy city.

This figure was covered in petrified immortal armor, and there was no immortal aura overflowing at all, but it gave him a feeling of feathering and immortal.

"Damn it. ”

In an instant, Qing Yang Huan's blood and qi bloomed all over his body, and the Chaos Dao Talisman in his hand manifested out, colliding with the black light that shot in, and suddenly exploded in the immeasurable divine light on the hundred-mile void between him and the Immortal City.

Thundered!

The space in the sky was surging, and a soldier's immortal spear shattered, falling like a gravel in the river.

Under the blow, the immortal soldiers who appeared at the head of the city did not make another move, and the petrified head turned stiffly and fell on Qingyang Huan's body.

"Hey, fairy ....... ”

The ethereal immortal sound rose again, and the immortal soldier seemed to show a trace of doubt, he felt the taste of the same origin from the Dao controlled by Qingyang Huan, the immortal path was ethereal, above the nine heavens and mortal dust, noble and boundless.

......

"Repair my immortal spear and hang the soldiers to kill the crime. ”

In a trance, the ethereal fairy sound sounded, the sound was very weak at first, and soon it seemed that countless sounds had melted in.

"The rules of heaven are in the sky, and the immortal emperor is in charge. ”

Gu Immortal City, which was silent for a hundred miles, moved, and drifted down the river again, without making a move against Qingyang Huan.

"Code of retardation. ”

Seeing that Gu Immortal City was getting smaller and smaller in the distance of the Great River, Qingyang Huan scolded secretly.

These immortal soldiers will shoot when they say they will shoot, and they will leave when they say they leave, not what is mentally retarded.

Although he scolded like this, but seeing that the immortal city completely disappeared at the end of the void, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, and only when he entered the world of returning to the ruins did he know that his strength was not enough.

In the era of the Immortal Dao Civilization, an era that was far older than the Shinto Civilization, this ancient immortal city had not collapsed after such a long time, and even had to rush to a battlefield.

Such weirdness can not be contaminated without contamination.

And the posture just now, the immortal soldier who still had the spiritual sense seemed to have mistaken him for a slave of the Protoss before he made it, and then because of the Chaos Dao Talisman derived from him, he stopped attacking again.

This is the benefit of his Dao Fruit, his Boundless Dao is fused with nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine kinds of Dao, and it is only one step away from Nawan Dao, and the Immortal Dao is naturally contained in his Dao Fruit.

It can even be said that his Dao method can be communicated with the Dao method cultivated by all the heavens and all races at will.

......

There is no way, he is lost in the world of returning to the ruins, he can only move along this river, after the dusty immortal road ancient city passed, Qingyang Huan fell into weirdness again the next day.

This time, it was a god who went straight down the river of space.

To be precise, it is a divine corpse, stretching for thousands of miles, a huge and extreme divine corpse.

Even if this god had fallen, the aura emitted by it still made Qingyang Huan retreat directly tens of thousands of miles away.

From a distance, the huge divine body floated on the river, like a continent.

The corpse of the god seemed to fall into a deep sleep, his hands were put together on his waist, the simple animal skin covered his body, and a blazing divine sun slowly rotated at the center of his eyebrows, which was even more blazing than the great sun in the sky.

Seeing this god, Qing Yanghuan felt that the deer god he had seen before seemed to be the same thing.

He looked at the divine corpse from a distance, and saw a divine flower swaying at the heart of the divine corpse, flashing with divine light, and every spiritual leaf in the divine light was slowly swinging.

This divine flower made him feel a little frowned, and there was a sense of déjà vu, but when he wanted to sense it carefully, his spiritual will would be shocked by the vast divine might.

It is true that this god has fallen, and the divine power still exists, and it is not something that outsiders can touch.

"Hmm. ”

However, the next moment, his brows furrowed, and he saw a hint of surprise in his pupils.

On this huge body of the god corpse, he saw hundreds of dense illusory silk threads, which were pulled in various places of the god corpse's body.

At this moment, if a warrior who is bigger than the god corpse appears, and picks up these thin silk threads, the god corpse is like a marionette.

Marionettes.

In an instant, this word passed through Qingyang Huan's spiritual world like a divine lightning.

"Damn. ”

He couldn't help but curse in his heart, just out of the tiger's mouth, this is like a wolf's den.

The passing year is not good!

Dare to covet the existence of the divine corpse, he doesn't have to think about it now, he can't afford to provoke it at all.

This god corpse is thousands of miles in size, although the strength of the warrior is not a big one, but the previous deer god, compared with the momentum exuded by this god corpse, is nothing but a big thing.

He estimated that when the deer god was in his heyday, it was probably about the same as the combat power of the Great Emperor in the Great Wilderness of Mountains and Seas now, maybe it was a relatively weak existence among the Great Emperor, as for the specific combat power, it was uncertain, after all, he was just a small king now.

However, the current corpse of the god doesn't know how long it has been dead, and the momentum it exudes now is even stronger than that of the deer god.

In such a scene, he dared to eat the gall of the ambitious leopard to override the existence of the god corpse......

Could it be that his good luck has been used up, he is so unlucky, he is stuffed with his teeth when he drinks cold water, and he hits his heels when he farts, and now he gets lost when he walks, first he met the ancient city of the immortal civilization, and then he met the corpse of the god of the Shinto civilization.

God play with me.

Walk!

In an instant, Qing Yanghuan reacted and quickly left the place of right and wrong.

However, when he reacted to all this, hehe......

In the depths of the shore on the other side of the spatial river, dark shadows slowly emerged from the darkness and stood in array.

These figures exude a strong aura of death, and the figures are even more strange.

Demon Race, Holy Race, Human Race, Blood Race, Ancient Race, Spirit Race, Spirit Race......

Different ethnic groups, but exuding the same dead air, stood quietly in the void, their eyes closed, and gusts of yin wind rolled up in the void in a trance.

Two more and one sent it, I went out to do something, and I didn't have time to code words.