The figures of Luo Yi appeared one by one, along the Yellow River, and in the mountains.
This world is very big and small, especially after Luo Yi eliminated the biggest opponents, no matter how cunning or how hiding the remaining ghost masters are, they are meaningless.
No one could escape his raid.
On the thirty days, the ghost-controlling person was deprived of the evil ghost, the supernatural land was flattened, the evil ghost was transformed, the supernatural props were confiscated, and there were no supernatural in the country.
On another 120 days, golden light scattered across the sky, covering the sky and spreading to the world with a country.
Regardless of skin color, race, height, everyone raised their heads and saw the same sky, equally grand and dazzling,
Just like the eternal sun hanging in the sky, there is no shadow in the world.
When the last golden light turned around, Luo Yi stepped forward and pushed open a pure gold door.
This is the Yin-Yang Road.
Time is chaotic here, space is broken here, direction is blurred, cognition is modified, as if all the principles in the world are no longer valid here, and everything returns to the most primitive and chaotic state.
Luo Yi walked here, and the golden door behind him opened. The terrifying suction was like a collapsed black hole, constantly devouring the evil ghosts, supernatural beings, air, and even light and darkness on the road.
The Yin-Yang Road is being wiped silently.
There are tremendous obstacles in the mountains and the road has its end.
When Luo Yi walked to the end of the Yin-Yang Road, there was also a huge portal here, with timeless and simple portals, carved with ancestors, auspicious beasts, mountains, rivers and rivers.
But Luo Yi noticed that this portal that should represent auspiciousness and peace is now covered with filth, and scarlet blood flows on the door, smearing the original scene like a peach blossom like hell.
Without hesitation, Luo Yi finally pushed open the door.
The door was heavy, as if it was blocked for a long time, and it made a mute and unpleasant friction sound.
A crack in the door appeared, and a cold, cold and fishy wind flowed in.
Luo Yi was flies in black robe and was full of black hair. This trend was no less than that of the seventh-level figure in the Republic of China. He used supernatural powers to suppress it.
No wonder no one has been able to open this door for so long. This wind alone is enough to suppress the world's top ghost driver.
After walking out of the door, Luo Yi realized that he had made a mistake in his judgment. He was the first to step out of this door, but he was not the first to come here.
The place is scarlet and the coffin nails, hatchets, and ghost-headed swords are everywhere outside. The ground was uneven, and the broken limbs were lying casually in a pool of blood.
Among the corpses everywhere, Luo Yi saw many familiar faces.
There are Wei Jing, Ye Zhen, Zhou Zheng, Zhang Lei, and Fang Shiming.
Almost all the outstanding figures in the mysterious revival world can find corpses here.
No, it's more than these people.
There are also some people who Luo Yi had never seen before, who also appeared here.
The smell of fishy air is everywhere, and the aura of a wish ghost, the aura of a starving ghost, the aura of a ghost messenger, the aura of a ghost painting
"Third thousand people, you are finally here. I have been waiting for you for thirty years!" With the voice, a man covered in blood stood up from the center of the killing field. He turned his face and showed a young picture. A sinister face.
Yang Jian!
"I'm not dead, are you a little surprised?" Yang Jian held his hands, and there was a wolf dog next to him. The dog lowered his head and licked the blood on the ground. The occasionally exposed fangs were narrow and brutal red.
"Do you think you are the son of destiny, lucky to be reborn for a lifetime, and then seize all opportunities, crush all opponents, turn your hands into clouds and rain, kill and kill in this world, take and seek, become the world, and even the entire mysterious revival world. The first person in history.”
Yang Jian had a smile on his face, but this smile was cruel and cold.
"No need to deny it," he raised his hand, "because they all think so."
Here they are the broken limbs and broken arms everywhere.
"When you walk here, you must have sensed some of His thoughts." He pointed.
"Three thousand portals, three thousand worlds, and three thousand saviors, all of them think they are unique, but they don't know that their lives have long been set, they are the dying struggle of the world, and the pursuit of life in the death of the world."
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Luo Yi looked around and found that behind this huge circular square were huge portals, and these portals were exactly the same as what he had just pushed open.
In other words, three thousand reborn people came here and died here.
Only this can explain the coffin nails and corpses everywhere.
After those portals, Luo Yi felt a familiar but unfamiliar aura, like a mirror, inside and outside, similar but different, contradictory and complex.
These are also a world.
For no reason, this message appeared in his mind inexplicably.
Luo Yi frowned. This seemed to be the ability of "His" in Yang Jian's mouth.
Yang Jian continued: "The mysterious revival world is a complete world, but since the arrival of the Dharma-Ending Age, this world has gradually disappeared, and in the end only three thousand projections are left, as if three thousand parallel worlds."
"Every world has a lucky person. The mysterious resurrection world consciousness gives them a very different positioning, nothing more than old routines such as rebirth, resurrection, and soul travel."
"But it was this routine that made these thousands of people feel that they were born extraordinary and the protagonist of destiny, and thus they overcome all obstacles, but they came here smoothly without any danger."
Yang Jian was ridiculed, as if he was mocking these people for their pretentiousness, and as if he was mocking the world consciousness for such a move.
"So is everything for raising Gu?" Luo Yi said calmly, "On the eve of the world's imminent demise, find out the candidate who is most likely to save the world, force them to fight each other, and finally decide the only winner to stop the Dharma-Ending Age The impending destruction.”
"Stop?" Yang Jian smiled, "You are also as innocent as you. The arrival of the Dharma-Ending Age is unstoppable. It is like a glorious trend, crushing time and space, destroying and blocking, and erasing everything. No one can stop it, and there is no world. Can be avoided."
"Just like there is life and death. This is the law of man and the law of nature." Yang Jian pointed his finger at the sky, his tone with an extremely certain determination.
Luo Yi nodded. Ghosts are not immortal, but ghosts themselves represent death.
"So what's the point of our fight?" Luo Yi continued to ask.
If everything is unstoppable and irreversible, then what is the point of world consciousness selecting the three thousand lucky ones and letting the three thousand lucky ones fall into the most cruel and cruel battle with each other?
"Sense? Of course it has meaning." Yang Jian looked cold, "This world cannot be maintained, but it is easy to support a savior with the power of the world, and retain the spark of a very small part of the world."
"Just like the ark in the Bible," Luo Yi understood.
"That's right, just like the ark in the Bible, the only difference is that this ark is not an object, but us." Yang Jian pointed to himself, and then to Luo Yi and the others lying on the ground.
"So it's not an ark, but three thousand. The world wants to ensure that the fire of hope can be continued in this way, but obviously, you don't think so." Luo Yi looked at the blood on the ground.
"The cruelty of the Dharma-Ending Age is that it will destroy everything. The three thousand arks sound like a huge number, but they are insignificant in the ocean of destruction. But if these three thousand arks can be demolished and gathered into one!" Yang Jian said. He raised his finger, "It is almost a foregone conclusion to gather the power of three thousand parallel worlds to block the invasion of destruction."
"In order to ensure that you are living and the parallel world you are in, you are fighting here to plunder the qualifications and abilities of others and strengthen yourself."
Luo Yi finally understood the origin of this battlefield.
This place should have been the port of the Three Thousand Worlds, but it did not expect to become a cemetery of the Three Thousand Worlds.
"But I have another question, why should I tell me this?"
"Do you think you can beat me?" Yang Jian laughed, but Luo Yi noticed that his face seemed a little unnatural, like anger and mocking. He raised his hand and pointed at Luo Yi, "Don't forget you are The third thousand people, and I”
"It's the first person!"
Luo Yi nodded, "The first person is the Lord's universe, but 'He' seems to be affecting him."
Obviously, these actions of the "Ark" made the world consciousness extremely dissatisfied. For this reason, "He" changed some rules and borrowed Yang Jian's mouth to let Luo Yi understand a lot of the current situation.
Yang Jian did not seem to resist, but took advantage of such an opportunity to experience more powerful power and rules.
But there is one thing that Yang Jian said is not wrong.
That is the final chapter of the three thousand, and the first one represents the origin. Yang Jian killed the other 2,998 people, and then he is the other 2,999.
One is hostile to two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, and the height is clear at a glance.
"The world of five turbidities and evil is like a prison in the world. I have broken free from the supernatural world, but I am trapped in a new dilemma. This world is really cruel." Luo Yi sighed.
"The world is like a prison, and what we are in is hell!" Yang Jian looked up at the sky.
"In the Dharma-Ending Age, gods and Buddhas collapsed and the Tao transformed away. At this point, the heavens collapsed and fell into the world, forcibly crushed the world and fell into hell."
"So it's not so much a supernatural resurrection and a hundred ghosts travel at night, it's better to say that living people occupy the magpie's nest and occupy the territory that belongs to the evil ghosts."
Luo Yi conquered the supernatural world and quelled countless supernatural lands. In addition, he had already vaguely predicted all of this, and now he has confirmed this even more through Yang Jian's mouth.
The world is not the world,
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
This is hell.
"Snatch it, so I can live with your expectations and some of the lucky ones." Yang Jian raised his spear, as cold as if he was saying hello.
"Do you want me to be a boat? Protect you to survive this disaster?"
"Yes, I am the origin, and you are hope. Only by taking origin as the anchor and hope as the boat can you survive this disaster without any mistakes."
"As a boat, I will definitely die miserably." Luo Yi sneered.
When the future comes and the tide recedes, the boat becomes the only waste.
Besides, facing destruction directly, even if you hold on to the end, the boat will definitely be ruined and on the verge of destruction.
"This is not something you should worry about," said Yang Jian.
This is why Yang Jian refused to end up and insisted on capturing Luo Yi. He needed someone to block the disaster. As he spoke, he took a step forward. The terrifying power condensed into a phantom, and the phantom was densely packed with numbness. All with scarlet eyes.
The red light is fierce, and it is fixed on the past, present and future.
This is the real master of ghost eyes. Playing with ghost realm, fiddling with time, and tweaking it casually is a hundred or a thousand years.
A glance at the edge of the light is enough to push the world and change the world.
But even so, it is not enough to stop the end of the world. It can be seen that the dangers of the Dharma-Ending End are so terrifying.
"Don't worry, I will not erase you, I will only nail you to make an Ark of Doomsday!" Yang Jian said, rumbling like a drum beating in the nine heavens, resounding through the sea of clouds and stars.
He waved his lightly, and the nails in the coffin sky were like sharp arrows. They were suspended high, and then they took off the rust under the red light, condensed into a thunderous gun.
The spear penetrated across the line, and the gun tip pointed straight at Luo Yi.
"The coffin nails condensed by the three thousand worlds are enough to nail any world!"
"The gun of punishment, the capital!"
Yang Jian pushed forward, and the spear shattered the void, destroyed all obstacles, and came towards Luo Yi.
The strong wind whistled, the clouds and smoke were rolling in thousands of miles, Luo Yi's black hair flew, facing this almost dead blow, he did not retreat but advanced, the Kingdom of worshipping gods was wide open, the golden light was as fierce as wolf smoke, and he used his human body to confront the punishment of heaven, and he was horizontally surrounded by the railing. superior.
Two golden light columns were bombarded. Although Luo Yi melted the supernatural powers of the whole world, he was facing the punishment gun that was enough to suppress the world. After a few breaths, the golden light column disintegrated, and a scarlet red was fierce. He came through the air and pierced Luo Yi through and nailed him to this huge doomsday battlefield.
"The Three Thousand Worlds are based on me. I am the real son of the world. Luo Yi, kneel down to me!" Yang Jian walked slowly, and the huge figure of the Lord of Ghost Eyes behind him was like a mountain.
"You are indeed amazing, but you are wrong, Yang Jian." Luo Yi stretched out his palm, and a golden chain appeared in the palm of his hand. "I am the real anchor!"
The lock of God flew, piercing through the void, and dominating the world. This artifact, which was supported by the power of the entire world, finally completely revealed its true power at this moment.
It divided into three thousand, then took root into three thousand portals, and with the power of the three thousand worlds and the torrent of humanity, it swept away the nightmare and penetrated through Yang Jian.
Yang Jian didn't expect that Luo Yi, who was nailed, could still take action. He felt his power fading rapidly, and his body became stiff and cold as if toxins were injected with it.
"Is this the power of 'human'?" Yang Jian raised his palm, his palms red.
But Luo Yi should be a god!
He shouldn't have such power!
"Why! You are unfair. I can make sure that the world I live in will survive. Why not choose me?" Yang Jian's face was covered in blood and his face was paranoid and crazy. He looked at the sky, as if he was talking to 'Ho.'
"The way of heaven is unfair?" Luo Yi repeated, "No, the way of heaven is extremely righteous. 'He's not prejudiced, has no prejudice, and treats all existence equally."
"Mysterious revival, gods and ghosts are coming!"
"In the road ahead, you are born in the aura of the end of the world, representing ghosts, and I have evolved along the divine nature of worshiping gods and representing gods!"
"But you seem to have forgotten that there is another power in this world, that is, people."
"Although they are small and powerless, they are the origin of everything."
"Seven emotions and six desires, respect and fear, gods and ghosts will be born!"
"In order to save your own world, you abandon all human nature. How can you represent the world like this? It is important to know that this person, this god, and this ghost are all products of the evolution of the world and are also members of the world."
"But I saved my world!" Yang Jian said stubbornly.
"Yes, they think so too." Luo Yi pointed to the corpse on the ground, "They saved the world they are in like you, but for yourself, you have abandoned part of it and saved part of it. This is not the world consciousness. Hope it."
Yang Jian suddenly understood, "'He's hoping to keep people, not things like us who are neither human nor ghost."
Luo Yi shook his head, his eyes deep, as if he had seen those big hands in the dark.
"You still don't understand. What He hopes is to keep hope, but it is the person who upholds hope."
"You are so lucky!" Yang Jian said unwillingly.
"Man, God and Ghost, I control ghosts with gods, and I control gods with people, and worship gods within the kingdom of gods. All three exist; I also conquer the supernatural, the trinity, one body and three parts, which is why I reach the end."< br>
"The Lock of God is rooted in the three thousand worlds, and what it grabs is not supernatural, but faith."
"But if you insist on thinking I'm just a lucky person, then think so."
Luo Yi looked up, he no longer cared.
Because the end of the world has begun.
The world was shaken, everything within the eyes collapsed and annihilated, and the final destruction of the Dharma-Ending Age has come.
He pulled out the gun of punishment on his body, and the wound healed immediately at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then he threw the lock of God, and a brilliant golden ship appeared and slowly set sail.
He knows,
The giant ship is in destruction, but will eventually move towards rebirth. The whole book is over! (This chapter ends)