The pitch-black legion surrounded a star, densely packed and cast into deep pitch black, like a complete iron wall. Li Xi'an raised his head and looked at the dark legion in the sea of stars. This was a mysterious legion. Its pitch-black minions could hunt down almost all living creatures in the universe, including life at the true level.
Rainbow Star Color destroyed them.
But there is no doubt about their strength.
At the front of the dark legion, a man whose face was covered by the glow stood with his hands behind his back. Standing at the front of the legion, overlooking the entire world, Li Xian stared at him. Even though the glow shrouded his appearance, Li Xian was still familiar with it. He remembers every creature that died at his hands, regardless of both parties' positions.
Yu Shu, the ancestral name of Tianyang, dark purple Lingxia.
When Li Xi'an looked away from Yu Shu, he looked around.
The earth is broken, rivers evaporate, and the rivers that used to flow with water are now filled with blood. Countless corpses jostle and rise. The owners of these corpses are from different races, including giant monsters and humans in luxurious clothes. Before this, they had never thought that they would be so close to each other. Their corpses formed a mountain of corpses. Just by taking a glance at the memory of the past, Li Xi'an also knew that the world was dead.
Fragmented and filled with death.
There was only one figure standing on the land covered with corpses, staring fixedly at the dark army above the sky. Even though the aura has faded, the figure exudes majesty like an ancient god. He held a spear, and the vast spiritual energy gathered, roaring and boiling.
Li Xi'an was standing behind this man.
He looked at it carefully, etching the man's back in the back of his mind.
Not all the surviving ancestors of Kyushu are as lucky as Wanshu Shengong. Maybe most of them were like the one in front of him, alone, fighting to the death in a corner far away from their hometown. In their eyes, Kyushu has long since fallen, and they can't even find the meaning of why they live. The whole world is an enemy, and there is no one behind them. Ordinary creatures may have collapsed long ago, but they are the ancestors.
They are the ancestors of Kyushu, and it is difficult for them to fall into confusion. They wander around the universe, either looking for a way or starting a new war. In short, they still have a way to go when they are lonely.
Li Xi'an sighed.
His eyes focused on the man. The spear with surging spiritual energy was not the first thing. The most eye-catching thing should be the pendant hanging on the man's waist. The crystal pendant obviously did not belong to him.
All this has happened.
Ancient statues of gods rise from the ground and fight from the sky.
The black legions poured down like raindrops, engulfing the man's statue. With the last command, the statue disappeared, and the man raised the tip of his gun and roared. This was his last resort. It was a beautiful and soothing cloud, but soon, the dark shadows clung to it and dismembered it. The sky was filled with scattered white clouds. Li Xi'an stretched out his hand and subconsciously wanted to catch it.
As expected, the cloud passed over Li Xi'an's palm and scattered into the corpse. The sea of blood was dyed red, as if the ancestor was weeping blood.
"Yu Shu..." Li Xi'an's voice was cold and biting.
"And...mysterious."
Li Xi'an raised his head and looked at the clouds under the broken Dharma image, like a heavy snow covering the world.
This is the last memory of another world.
Suddenly, Li Xi'an opened his eyes.
His eyes were blank, but the laws of the lotus were spinning.
His palm was no longer weightless, he had actually caught something. Among the dharma fragments floating in the sky, a crystal pendant fell among them and fell into the hands of... Li Xi'an.
Li Xi'an lowered his eyes.
The crystal pendant in your hand is beautiful, reflecting the colors from different stars.
"Save her, no matter who it is, save her!" Li Xi'an's eyes reflected the light. At the same time, the line of time was provoked by him. He found the time point, took a deep breath, and suddenly pulled away!
…………
"Hoo——!"
Li Xi'an gasped for air, and the cold air from high altitude flooded into his nasal cavity again. The strange spiritual energy different from Kyushu made him instantly end his trance and understand where he was.
The branches that feed the immortals grow on the clouds, and the sound of the jade tablets colliding rises and falls, like the tide, one after another.
He looked into the distance and saw the sea of clouds, stars, and crescent moon. He could clearly see the edge of the world. Through the gap between the rolling sea of clouds, Li Xi'an could still see the vast land and thousands of lights.
Then, Li Xi'an slowly released his clenched fists.
In the palm of his hand, lying quietly, was a crystal pendant.
Li Xi'an stared at the center of the crystal pendant, and in the light reflecting the stars, he caught a path. The journey in the universe is long and lonely, so most beacons are identified by stars that do not change easily. A path can be determined by using the positions of countless such stars. A path, a road carved into it.
"Tell me your name." Li Xi'an whispered.
The depths of the crystal flow, bringing with them the sounds of the past.
"Bright clouds and Xu Yao."
This is the response of the shattered world. Jiaoyun Xuyao will not respond. Li Xi'an knows that this ancestor has died. His body sank with the world. His consciousness was brought back to Tianyang. In Tianyang, The creatures will not let him go and will squeeze out the last bit of his value.
So, what should this be? And the roar deep in the crystal pendant at that moment.
Save her?
This "she" is not Jiaoyun Xuyao. That voice was a request, and Jiaoyun Xuyao would not ask for his own life.
Li Xi'an narrowed his eyes and felt the wind blowing by his ears.
He closed his fingers again and held the crystal pendant in his hand. Get up and look at the whole world. The food gods bloomed along with Li Xi'an's breath, and the tree trunks and branches bloomed, and the night was illuminated in an instant. The sky is burning, as if the next moment it will turn into a sword again and pierce the earth.
There is a certain consciousness wrapped in the wind.
Something is spying.
Li Xi'an, who felt this consciousness, was ready to hold the hilt of the sword at any time.
He had a guess. Among the ancestors of Gou Shuo's world, no one can do this. The only one who can come to him quietly is the world under his feet. Gou Shuojie devoured a broken world, and its influence on Xing Lu seemed to be intentional. When he killed Di Ming She Sha, he observed strange substances that affected Di Ming She Sha's rationality, driving him crazy and falling into death. Everything after he came to Gou Shuo had a driving force.
After all, he was killing Gou Shuo's ancestor in the Gou Shuo world. Under normal circumstances, the world would not allow it, or at least block it.
But when the faint sword was swung, there was no obstacle, and Gou Shuo gave up on his most powerful ancestor without hesitation. Li Xi'an could detect Gou Shuo's existence, but could not figure out Gou Shuo's purpose.
for what?
At this time, someone hugged Li Xi'an from behind. He jumped up like a child with joy and jumped on his back. When Li Xi'an looked back, only the wind blew by.
The passing wind greeted him.
"Star Color!"
"Ancient star color, can you tell me what color you are?"