~.<>-~ The pain of the heartbreaking lungs came, and the two soul oceans of the night light once again became the battlefield of the power of light and the power of darkness.

Daxian started the war, the mortal suffered, so violent energy, and the soul is still the most vulnerable place of the human body...

The power of light originally occupied the absolute advantage. After all, so many people, so many forces of faith, have been transported continuously for three years. The power of darkness is purified by the lightning on the ocean of the night's light and soul. The white line on the soul of the sea is extremely turbulent, and each black line is entangled by several white lines, silently swallowed and killed, it is very fierce.

But in the past few days, the bridge above the soul ocean is full of light. The bridge that glowed with sacred light is the black line. At this moment, it suddenly accelerates the beginning of refining. The remnant demon breath.

At this moment, Obama is almost as dying as the night light, and the white bridge shines brightly. At the moment, his demon breath begins to refine at a hundred times speed.

The black line was replenished with energy and began to counterattack, so the night was light and cold, and it felt like a surge of one time, and a pain more than once.

At this moment, the original source of the residual of Obama, after nearly four days of refining, has been completely refining, and the energy of the black line and the white line have reached the equivalent ratio. The battle began to rise fiercely, and the night was cold and I knew it. I absolutely couldn’t support this round!

In the past four days, a large amount of blood has been lost, and the vitality of the night is almost lost. Although he felt an unparalleled pain, his head felt like a balloon that was constantly blowing, and it would explode at all times.

But he was unable to bounce up, hit the wall, hit the stone, let the pain caused by trauma, and reduce the sense of expansion in the head.

He didn't even have the strength to roll. Holding his head, on the ground, the body trembled, just like the night cat after the electric shock, also like a wild boar, the limbs are pumping from time to time...

He closed his eyes tightly, his brow was almost twisted because of the pain, but he had no strength to grind his teeth, but like the body, the muscles on his face beat from time to time.

The ancients will die, and their words will be good. The night is cold, but I feel that when people are dying, they feel that something is illusory.

The body is no longer painful, everything seems to be unimportant, the soul begins to tremble, is about to collapse, it doesn't matter, Pandora will not encounter the xie playing by the Archbishops, it doesn't matter. Whether the gods will always be in the devil's devil's magic, it doesn't matter. In the reincarnation, whether his wife will be hurt, whether the children will be naughty, the little black body and the sorcerer, and the soul stone, the black stone in the crystal, who will eventually fall to Hands. Everything...not important!

At night, the lightness of the night is somewhat clear. Why do the rich people in the past life donate all their property after death? Why did the Soul Emperor not leave the Soul Pavilion to Xiaohei.

If a person is going to die, it really doesn't matter.

Not so much concern, so much worry, so much sad. Because the eyes are closed, the world has nothing to do with me. When you enter the loess, you will become a loess. How can you be so entangled, so many obsessions?

He did not think about how to save, because since the first soul mutating, he began to check this information. Also quietly asked Mo Xiaoxiao, and finally the Emperor was hammered. You can go, no one can save except the Emperor Supreme.

I don’t know if the Emperor’s Supreme Existence does not exist in this world.

He began to think again, it seems that the pain of the soul has nothing to do with him. He is like a soul at this moment, and the body below is not important. He just wants to think about it before leaving the world. If there is a future life, he may remember something that is not necessarily...

He remembered Cangcheng again, remembered the purple island, remembered the fireworks tribe, remembered the Fengshen Valley, remembered the Dragon City, remembered the Supreme Island, and remembered the beautiful endless void.

"The endless void, hehe... If it wasn't for the dog's black hole, send me to the place where the bird is not pulling, maybe I can go back to the secret place to see it before I die. If I can take another look, how good it is. Ah... black hole, black hole! Black hole? Black hole? Black hole!"

At the last moment, the night light suddenly remembered the black hole that swallowed himself! The head suddenly trembled and seemed to have caught something in the blur...

Then, the light of the head and the power of darkness suddenly came to an impact, pulling back the thoughts of the night light cold.

However, it made the soul of the night cold and cold again!

bright? dark?

life? death?

He remembered the Thunder from time to time in the soul ocean!

Thunder and lightning represent destruction! However, the spring thunder is a resurgence of all things, and it is full of vitality!

Destruction, on the other hand... represents rebirth?

Thinking of this, the night light and cold souls trembled fiercely. He suddenly opened his eyes, as if returning to the light, the whole face was ruddy.

His mouth was actually showing an intoxicating smile at this moment. In the scorpion, it is not bitter and powerless, but it is extremely hot and incomparable!

“Destruction? Rebirth? Black hole?”

"Do not break? Break and stand!"

"Gambling a hand, the soul of the ocean, to the little boy burst ... burst ... burst!"

"boom!"

The sea of ​​souls that is light and cold at night is originally on the verge of collapse. The night is cold and it is the power of all the souls. It controls the thunder above the soul ocean, turns into a thunder, and slams into the soul!

Originally because of the violent power of light and the power of darkness, the soul that is about to collapse, under the power of such a hegemonic thunder, is bursting! Split and split into pieces, in the mask of the soul of the sea, whistling, whistling away, like a countless space knife flow...

The body with a light cold night trembled fiercely, his eyes closed slowly, his face was no longer a little bloody, and his body was not shaking, there was no trace of breath, and it seemed that he had definitely bid farewell to the world.

"boom!"

At the same time, the entire sacred continent suddenly thundered, and the sky was full of clouds and clouds. The clouds did not slowly gather, but the entire sacred continent shrouded the entire continent. The sky is a horrible purple thunder, which is lowered from time to time, but all of them are strangely landed in one place - the holy city!

All the people of the sacred continent were all scared, and all the devout believers were kneeling on the ground, worshipping miracles, and Tianwei. Even the dark creatures of the pagans are in this heaven and earth vision, and the horrible Tianwei squats on the ground, fearing it!

If there is a strong person in the realm of the gods, or if there is a **** of light here, it will certainly be shocked. Because even if someone breaks through the nine products, it is recognized by the laws of heaven and earth, I want ah-<>-starting. It is impossible to have such a vision. This colorful cloud is filled with the sky of the entire sacred continent. , one more than a surge...

In the turbulent space outside the sacred plane, a white-haired old man suddenly appeared at this moment!

The white-haired old man appeared silently. He was dressed in a plain linen, barefooted, and his appearance was very normal. His body did not have a strong atmosphere. It doesn't matter. What's important is that he doesn't have a little bit of power in his body, dare to stand in the void?

"嗤~"

In the distant space, the raging knives roared, and countless knives like a knife shimmering in the golden light, whistling toward the old man in Ma, and he was about to hit his body.

However, the strange things happened, and the old man of Mai’s body was actually numb, and he did not gather the power of the source. He did not even look at it. But... these broken knives are actually separated automatically, flying over from the old man of Mai, even his half-roots hair is transparent and split!

You must know that this is a space knife that is fearful of practicing the nine products!

The old man did not look at the whistling whistling, the whistling knives flowing, there was no slight fluctuation in his face. Standing in the void, looking at the sacred plane, it seems that through the power of the outside of the plane, you can see through the things in the sacred plane.

"Well... hundreds of millions of years!"

After a long time, the old man suddenly spoke up, the voice was very old, the incomparable loneliness, but with a hint of expectation, he once again stared at the sacred plane, faintly said: "The second person... finally appeared, just do not know, Can he come to the end!"

After leaving an inexplicable word, the old man turned his head and walked toward the void. Every step he took, he could cross the road of Wanli, and the space vortex that the nine strongmen feared, the old man of Mai’s clothing did not see it. Just blinking, taking a few steps, it disappears into the endless void...

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