The azure blue light pierced through the snow curtain, and with Zhang Daowen's last resolute slash towards the Dark God.

At this time, many forces in the domain that were secretly paying attention raised their heads and looked in the direction of Daybreak City.

Far away, they could still see a crystalline blue rising into the sky, bursting with dazzling light.

The majesty of the gods swept across the four directions.

Even if he was as strong as the Dark God, he didn't dare to take the blow head-on, and wanted to escape from the field of ice and snow with a roar.

I saw Dark God waving his hands frantically, and thick flames emerged from his body, trying to melt the completely frozen space, so that he could tear out a space passage to escape.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't melt the frozen space.

Turbulent Qi and blood gushed out from the dark god's body, and the dark **** didn't dare to hold back at all at this time.

In the fearful expression of the dark god, the flames were also frozen by the power of extreme cold, spreading towards it at an extremely fast speed.

In the face of death, Dark God chose to burn his own blood and fight desperately.

Surging Qi and blood overflowed from the body, turning into more raging flames to surround it, trying to counter Zhang Daowen's attack of extreme cold power.

The qi and blood in the body were consumed a lot at this moment, but Anshen didn't feel distressed.

Right now, it just wants to live.

The crazily burning qi and blood made the dark god's body gradually shrink, the strange lines flickering on his body became dim, and his expression became weak.

But it still couldn't resist the falling of the ice blade.

When the ice blade approached, the helpless Dark God released the remaining blood in his body, and clapped his hands forward, trying to catch the incoming ice blade.

The speed at which the ice blade slashed was not fast, but it was unavoidable.

The dark **** who has become weak can only grit his teeth and press it up, but when its hands touch the ice blade, the cold air quickly invades its body, destroying its body structure quickly, and even its consciousness is under the power of extreme cold was gradually frozen.

Facing Zhang Daowen's decisive blow, the dark **** seemed to have seen his own end, and let out a roar that resounded throughout the world, squeezing his own blood to resist the spread of the extreme cold power in his body.

"Crack!"

A crisp cracking sound resounded from Dark God's body, and the blood core in his body shattered under its desperate pressure.

The moment the blood core shattered, the Dark God completely lost his resistance to the extreme cold.

In a short time, it turned into an ice sculpture.

At this time, Zhang Daowen grabbed at the back, and Feng Qi, who was watching the battle not far away, only felt his vision blurred for a short time. When his vision became clear, he found that he had appeared beside Zhang Daowen.

"Uncle Qi... let's do it, his body has been completely destroyed by me, so there is no need to worry."

Hearing these words, Feng Qi was about to make a move, but suddenly thought of a problem.

Assuming that he kills the Dark God here, he will completely erase the Dark God from the timeline, so will the real history be changed.

Perhaps there would be no dark gods.

Over time, the butterfly effect has a huge impact.

The dark **** has a long history, and the disappearance of the dark **** may not only affect time, but also the history of the entire domain world.

Although the Dark Protoss is not a force in the small world of the spiritual domain, it may still affect a large number of domain forces, and may even be the Misty Clan.

For example, a domain creature that was once killed by the dark god, because the dark **** was erased in history, it should have survived, maybe this domain creature, or the descendants of this domain creature, will establish Start a domain dynasty.

The impact of this is huge.

It is possible that this dynasty annexed the Mist tribe during its expansion, and it is also possible that this force indirectly destroyed the ancestors of the Mist tribe.

So to kill the Dark God, all previous efforts may fall short, or even start over.

This is different from the previous situation.

In the previous future dream, what he killed were all new forces that appeared after the reality line, and he could not interfere with his reality line.

But the Dark God is different, it has existed for a long time.

Just when Feng Qi was hesitating, the voice of the narration sounded in his mind.

[Don't panic, I've analyzed this situation for you a long time ago, don't worry, you'll be fine. 】

"Why?" Feng Qi immediately asked.

【Have you forgotten Sanwei? Before you absorbed Sanwei's Ontology Evolution Token, this miraculous item had a history longer than that of the Dark God. I don't know how many owners have been changed during this period, but after you returned to reality, the reality has not been changed, which shows that you There is a limit to the ability to wipe out, it is likely to be between reality and 1500, which is why you shuttle between these two time points, they are like two important nodes marked in the long river of history . 】

[In addition, the belief bracelet in your hand can also prove this point. After you took away the belief bracelet, history has not been changed, and even the island of Heijue is still there without any change, so at that time I said Infer that your erasure is limited and not across all points in time. 】

[Other proofs include, for example, one of the origins of the Dark God, "Blood Source", was deprived by you, but have you seen any changes in history? Facts have proved that the starting point of your change of history is at the point of the reality line, otherwise the dark gods would have disappeared as a source, and the impact on history would be equally huge. Now the dark gods still exist, and even their leader has not changed, and it is still the masked man. Prove that you can't affect history before the point of reality. 】

"Then if I kill the Dark God, can I still extract the natural ability?"

[Then I'm not sure, it's probably okay, after all, the timeline is different, what you extracted is the Dark God from this timeline, what does it have to do with the Dark God from your real timeline? 】

"Is it impossible to go back in time? It is possible that the sacrifice line I experienced is a line that connects with the reality line, but after I die in the dream world in the future, time is traced back to the starting point of the reality line."

[Your suspicion is really possible. I even doubted whether Xiao Hei killed you to reset time. If this assumption is true, then Xiao Hei killing you is not only harming you, but helping you. 】

"Don't wash it, Xiao Hei really wants to help me, can't he let me live for a while? If the retrospective is the truth, how to explain that there are two me? After all, the brain of the Scarlet Research Institute cannot be fake, I read my own memory, which proves that there are two me."

【How do I know whether to open up a new timeline or go back in time to restart? The truth of all this has to be explored by yourself, but now at least it can be proved that you cannot affect the history before the reality line, so the Dark God can kill. 】

After listening to the narration's answer, Feng Qi understood clearly, and then questioned in his mind:

"Why didn't you explain it to me before?"

[Too lazy to explain, too tired, and no overtime pay... How can an employee take the initiative to ask the boss to work overtime, right, Capital Chess. 】

As always, the narration still looked unconcerned, but the explanation of the narration made Feng Qi feel relieved.

When he came back to his senses, he clenched his fist to gain momentum, and punched the Dark God's chest that had turned into an ice sculpture.

When his fist collided with the dark god's ice sculpture, a crack appeared on the dark god's chest, tearing the dark god's body apart.

This crack expanded and spread at an extremely fast speed, expanding the scar on Dark God's chest.

In the blink of an eye, the dark god's ice sculpture was covered with cracks.

The Dark God, who was depleted of energy and blood, had completely lost his resistance, and even his consciousness had been frozen.

The cracks continued to expand, and with a crisp sound, the Dark God Ice Sculpture collapsed.

I saw a cloud of thin Qi and blood emerging from the remains of the ice cube, and penetrated into Feng Qi's body at an extremely fast speed.

Since the dark **** exhausted his energy and blood before he died, he did not absorb much energy and blood, and the change in physical fitness was not obvious.

He didn't care about that at all.

What he values ​​are the other four original natural abilities of the Dark God.

At this moment, he could clearly feel some kind of mysterious power spreading in his body, intertwining and merging with the blood source talent.

But just as he was about to open the talent panel, a loud noise suddenly came from beside him.

Turning his head to look, he saw that the ice and snow **** body on Zhang Daowen's body was collapsing rapidly, turning into blue crystal light spots and swaying the sky over Lixiao City with the wind and snow.

Wearing a cloth robe, Zhang Daowen, who had lifted his ice and snow divine body, stood with his hands behind his back, but the vitality in his eyes was rapidly dissipating.

The battle with the Dark God has exhausted the last life force of Zhang Daowen.

Seeing this scene, Feng Qi couldn't hide the sadness in his eyes.

Looking at Zhang Daowen standing proudly in the air, the little guy's appearance when he was young vaguely appeared in his mind.

When he was young, Zhang Daowen was the number one **** of war in Star City, the head of the strongest battle group "Qiwen" in Star City, and the commander-in-chief of the military department.

But at this time, Zhang Daowen was no longer as powerful as before, and now he was old and out of shape, his body was short of energy and blood, causing him to be skinny, and his white hair was falling off one by one with the wind.

The ice and snow field also collapsed at this time, and countless blue crystal light spots swayed like raindrops, dripping on Zhang Daowen's body.

"Ahem..."

A smear of dark red was mixed in the blue light rain, falling downward.

Feng Qi immediately released the blood source form, lifted his body up with telekinetic power and flew to Zhang Daowen's side.

Zhang Daowen's complexion was pale, and even his breathing became very weak.

Death is spreading.

At this time, all the domain forces near Daybreak City looked up in the direction of Daybreak City.

Although they haven't seen everything, they can still feel that the human **** of war is on the verge of death, and the vitality in his body is rapidly exhausted.

The storm is coming.

But none of them chose to make a move at this time to divide up the resources in Daybreak City.

Just because Zhang Daowen is not dead yet.

Even if the qi and blood are exhausted, even if the combat power is exhausted, Zhang Daowen's supernatural power remains in the minds of the forces in these fields like a brand.

Eight hundred miles away from Poxiao City, there is the Heavenly Temple on the Clouds.

The figure shrouded in golden light looked towards the direction of Xiaoxiao City, his eyes flickered, and a domineering voice emerged in his mind:

"Split Heaven God Clan, retreat eight hundred miles away from Poxiao, otherwise... I will kill you!"

"Hahahaha, I'm finally dead." The golden figure stood up, then looked at the figure beside him and said softly:

"Get ready to accept the new territory. After Zhang Daowen's death, the power structure of the Barren Land should change. From now on, this area will be the world of our Heavenly God Clan."

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Outside Lixiao City, Feng Qi put his hand on Zhang Daowen's chest, continuously pouring blood into his body, trying to renew his fading life.

"Uncle Chess, no need, my body is the same as yours 1500 years ago, it is at the end of the road, don't waste any more energy and blood."

After the words fell, Zhang Daowen could no longer support his body in the air, and fell straight to the ground.

Feng Qi immediately stepped forward to support his body.

In Zhang Daowen's eyes, he saw indescribable exhaustion.

After so many years of hard work, it finally came to an end.

After landing, looking at the old and haggard Zhang Daowen, he felt uncomfortable.

"Uncle Qi...I failed to lead the rise of the human race...I failed your expectations..."

Zhang Daowen was lying on the ground, his eyes full of loneliness.

"You have done a good job, even better than me. The human race can persist until now because of you."

"But...but I really can't walk anymore."

Tears welled up in Zhang Daowen's eyes. When his life withered, what he was thinking about was still the future of the human race.

Hearing these words, Feng Qi fell silent.

He didn't know how to answer this question.

It was predictable that after Zhang Daowen's death, the existing human race would not be able to defend this dawn city at all.

A human race without Zhang Daowen seems to have lost its solid foundation, and civilization will eventually collapse, becoming a speck of dust on the road to the coming of the general trend.

"Perhaps there are other ways to save you."

Zhang Daowen shook his head slightly, his eyes gradually became cloudy, and the blue color was fading:

"Uncle Qi, I know my body well. I have tried many ways to keep my life alive. I have exhausted all means to get to where I am today... Now I have come to the end."

Hearing these words, Feng Qi didn't reply.

He knew that this was the end of Zhang Daowen, and his ability could not change the fact that his life was about to wither.

"Any regrets?"

He asked softly at this moment.

Zhang Daowen didn't answer, he struggled to stand up tremblingly at this moment.

Looking in the direction of the dawn city, his eyes were full of reluctance.

Working hard for the rise of the human race was the future direction that Uncle Qi taught him, but today, it has become an obsession in his heart.

The human race has not yet risen, but he can no longer walk.

Looking at the bright red dawn banner on the city wall, his expression was lonely.

Since the death of Uncle Chess, this flag has been relayed from generation to generation, and there will always be a new generation of Star City carrying this flag to walk with him.

But today, he is alone.

But he could no longer carry the banner that condensed the beliefs of countless fellows, and he could not find a new successor.

He turned around slowly and turned his gaze towards the ruins of Star City.

His lips trembled slightly, and countless pictures appeared in his mind.

The ruins of Star City under the ruined walls were once the place where his memories began, recording his life's struggle and growth.

He has vowed countless times in his heart that one day he will lead the human race out of Daybreak City and rebuild their former homeland.

But in the face of the cruel reality, under the environment of the weak and the strong surrounded by strong clans, the plan to rebuild their homeland has never been realized.

When his life was about to wither, countless voices rang in his mind.

"Old ancestor, when will our human race be able to compete with those powerful races?"

"Old ancestor, father said that you are the patron saint of the human race, and this flower is for you."

"Old Ancestor, with you protecting our clan, no force dares to offend them. The move of freezing thousands of miles will kill them, hahaha."

"Old ancestor..."

Thinking that the human race that has guarded for more than a thousand years will come to an end after his fall~lightnovelpub.net~ Zhang Daowen burst into tears.

The human **** of war, who had not cried for more than a thousand years, could no longer hold back the sadness in his heart, and shed tears.

When he turned around again and looked in the direction of Daybreak City, he looked at the Daybreak flag fluttering in the wind.

"Human race... the future..."

While murmuring, the fire of life burned out, and his life came to an end.

When he died, he was still standing there with his eyes open, the corner of the robe on his body was blown by the breeze, his eyes looked at the last fire of human civilization, as if he wanted to continue to guard it...

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