Peeping into the future continued, the prophet gritted her teeth, even if she encountered a huge backlash, her slender figure was stained with blood and kept cracking, she was still holding on, wanting to see the next scene.

This person, but the existence that even broke the sky mirror!

Eight Yang looked solemn and frightened. They didn't see the corner of the future, but the breath from the Prophet's Eye made them both startled and frightened.

"The future...actually...is like this...he..."

I don't know how long it took to peep, maybe it was only for a moment, the eye between the forehead of the prophet chose to close it tiredly.

The **** eyes gradually disappeared between her brows, and the prophet was extremely tired, especially her whole body was sluggish, like a dying old man.

"Prophet, have you seen anything?"

Venerable Tianyang took a step forward, supported the prophet, and asked.

The prophet recalled the terrifying scene he saw just now, biting his lips and letting out a long breath.

"This world-destroying catastrophe is unstoppable. From now on, organize all the Yang Zuns in the Xuanyang world, and we... work together to create one thing!"

The prophet didn't explain anything, and he knew too much, which was not a good thing for Bayang and the others.

Bayang did not continue to ask questions, but nodded solemnly, and went to find Yangzun each.

According to statistics, the Xuanyang world is extremely prosperous today, with a total of 9,321 Yang Zuns!

Among them, there are 173 Yuanzun people!

Great Master...that is, the Eight Yangs, there are only eight people!

Of course, all this excludes the ninth yang, and the tenth yang that is about to destroy the world.

Bayang didn't ask what the prophet saw in the future, but he was so frightened that he made such a decision at the end of his life.

Yes, predicting the future is very costly, especially this time, she seems to have seen something remarkable.

Peeking into the future, the more terrifying the character, the greater the backlash. It is hard to imagine what kind of realm it is for a person of the Great Venerable level to be almost killed by backlash!

"Don't provoke the ninth yang and the tenth yang again, they... don't know all of this... they didn't mean it... everything is God's will... unavoidable... the only thing we can do now... …”

"It is to carry the entire civilization and create a light!"

The prophets have so admonished the Eight Yangs, and spent hundreds of years telling the world Yangzun that the end of the world is approaching, and they need to dedicate... their memories.

All were handed over to Venerable Xuanyang, one of the Eight Yangs, who is best at the mysterious and illusory memory creation method. With his five origins, he builds an illusory world in memory!

Even if they are real, all of them will die in this world-destroying catastrophe!

After spending hundreds of years again, this light was finally forged by them, a light called hope.

All the memories of Yang Zun about this world are put into it, including all the civilization achievements and classics of the whole world.

The prophet called the Eight Suns. In a world, her face was old, with wrinkles crawling all over her face, and she was about to die.

Over the years, she has tried her best to delay the backlash against her injuries, but the injuries are so terrifying that until now, there is nothing she can do.

"Fortunately, we have completed all of this, and now..."

The prophet slowly raised his eyes and looked at the eight people.

"Follow me to pray for a hope for the future."

The current prophet has long since lost the prowess she had when she first met Yang Shou. After peeking into the future, she just wants to seek hope for the world.

In the future she predicted, she once saw a person, a creature destined to make the world look sideways, the sun and the moon without light.

Standing in the endless crack, He didn't care about the space storm, stretched out a hand, and wiped out that terrifying power.

The eyes that look at him will be distorted, but...because she is peeping from the past, she can actually see the other's face!

That look made her unforgettable for a long time.

It is the ninth yang!

She didn't dare to tell the truth, she was afraid of hitting the Eighth Yang, the ninth Yang after countless years!

The future ninth sun!

It was never the tenth yang that destroyed the world, but just a test of the ninth yang...

Bayang didn't know what the prophets were going to do, but as time passed, their spiritual senses told them that the destruction of the world was not far away.

The tenth Yang's aura has condensed three thousand origins and became stronger and stronger. Even in the White Snow Region, it still oscillates for thousands of miles, causing the surrounding great regions to be affected, and it actually starts to snow.

Start with one big domain, two, three...

One after another, snowflakes began to fall in the small half of the Xuanyang world.

White, peaceful and peaceful snowflakes fell from the sky, opening the prelude to the destruction of the world.

There was a beam of light in front of the prophet. She struggled to kneel down, prostrate, and touched the ground with her head, like the most devout believer.

"The unknown existence of the future..."

She murmured, and Bayang also knelt down behind her.

Arrogant and powerful like them, in front of the aura of the future, they appear as insignificant, in the face of the destruction of the world, they are like children, powerless to resist.

The Prophet was respectful, facing the light of hope, slumped and bowed, and whispered a word in front of the light.

Snow-white regions, snow-capped mountains.

Yang Shou paid attention to them all the way, including peeking into the future, telling the world, gathering Yang Zun, and creating this beam of light.

But he didn't hear the last words the prophet said clearly.

After saying this, the prophet fell to the ground with a bang, finally unable to bear the backlash, and died of serious injuries.

Even before he died...the prophet still kept kneeling, but somehow, even kneeling, Yang Shou still felt unyielding and arrogant.

She... represents the civilization of the Xuanyang world, she is not allowed to be arrogant!

"This light has appeared, and then it's time to wait for the world to be destroyed."

Yang Shou turned around and looked at Ping An. As the prophet said, Ping An will destroy the world. After hundreds of years, the three thousand sources of Ping An have been condensed for the most part, and there are only a few hundred that have not been condensed.

In less than a hundred years, the three thousand sources will definitely be condensed and integrated to form one!

In fact, after smelting the five origins, Ping An has naturally stepped into the realm of the Great Venerable.

After each condensed fusion, his strength has been rising, and now...

Standing on the snow-capped mountain, Yang Shou could feel the vast aura of Ping An. He was constantly climbing to the peak of the seventh level!

He can already be sure that in front of the safety of the three thousand sources, his clone, whose strength is less than 1% of the original body, feels the threat of death.

The strength of the clone is, after all, much worse than the main body. There is no vast doomsday energy, and there is no indestructible body. In the face of the seventh-level perception of the peak existence of the source, it is still incompetent.

But Yang Shou was not worried about his own safety, and Ping An would not do anything to him.

"Before the end of the world, let Ping An hit the level 8 bottleneck and let me see the scenery of level 8!"

Yang Shou didn't care about the end of the world at all. After all, this is a world in memory, and he is very sure!

Even if Ping An has condensed three thousand origins in this world and returned to Jupiter, he will be beaten back to its original shape, and he will not be able to condense it together...

Because everything is false, but in this false memory world, he can explore at will and pursue a possibility!

If you can break through the mystery of the eighth level, then the harvest this time can be said to be huge!

Finally, a hundred years later, Ping An successfully condensed the three thousand origins, and the unintentional terrifying aura caused the snowflakes around the Baixueyu to fall to the whole world.

Today's Xuanyang world is shrouded in a vast expanse of snow.

The geniuses sent by the holy castle hidden in the dark are trembling at the moment, because as the snow falls, the temperature of this world... began to drop sharply!

Even though there are thousands of suns hanging high in the sky, glowing and heating, but they can't absorb any temperature. The world shrouded in white snow, a piece of ice and snow, cannot be melted.

"Is this... the end of the world?"

Song Yu murmured, they finally formed an organization to explore part of the world, but they encountered such a thing unexpectedly.

Just when they were about to report to the Holy Fort, they exited the customs safely and bowed respectfully to Yang Shou.

"Thank you, Senior, for the great creation!"

Ping An understands very well that if it weren't for Yang Shou, he would be expelled after condensing the copying of the original source in Yuanyuan Mountain, and the subsequent creation is impossible to talk about.

Yang Shou nodded slightly, pointed to the sky and said, "Now you have condensed the three thousand sources, you can be said to be the first person in history, the Eight Yangs are not worth mentioning in front of you, can you dare to attack the Eighth Spiritual Pivot?"

Ping An looked in the direction Yang Shou pointed. The eight-round sun that used to be extremely conspicuous in the past, he now seems to be so dim and gloomy~lightnovelpub.net~ Why dare not? "

Ping An was full of pride, screamed in the sky, and the white snow was flying, and a big sun rose out of nowhere.

It was a great day of peace!

This round of the sun is as bright as fire and is extremely fiery. Around it, there are various origins swirls around it, and the aura emanating is enough to make ordinary Yang Zun's mind burst.

It is rising high, constantly exuding terrifying power, and under the background of the three thousand sources, it has gradually become the only light between heaven and earth.

The rest of the sun, in front of it, paled.

"It started, so he didn't want to destroy the world, but to attack the eighth spiritual pivot?"

At this time, the eight suns are gathering together, looking at the great sun of peace from thousands of miles away.

Boom!

Ping An released his breath with all his strength, and at the peak of the seventh spiritual pivot, he seemed to be able to step into the eighth spiritual pivot with a single touch!

Inadvertently, Yang Shou gave him 3,000 sources directly. His situation is extremely rare, and there is no one in this world to cause catastrophe, so he does not need to transcend catastrophe at all, as long as his strength is reached, he can advance!

"The Eighth Spirit Pivot!"

Ping An roared, the road to breakthrough, there is no retreat, and driving the giant sun carrying three thousand sources, he launched a charge towards the sky!

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