The sun is like blood, spilling the afterglow.

On the top of the mountain, Ling Xian is standing with negative hands, and God's thoughts cover the two worlds, looking for the emperor, the reincarnation, and the creation of the world.

For him, the supreme warrior is no longer useful, even if it is hundreds, it will not affect the situation.

The reason for the search is because Lin Xian wants to fulfill his wish and has the ability to complete it.

In the past, he was unable to find the fragments of the emperor and the reincarnation, and it was impossible to gather the creation of the book, but now, this matter is easy.

Ling Xian is the first person in the past and today, and the person who cultivates an immortal soul can cover two worlds with a thought, even if it is the supreme heaven, it cannot hide from his perception.

Therefore, he thought of the three supreme treasures of the Heavenly Emperor, the reincarnation, and the creation of the Heavenly Book.

The magic is endless, covering the two worlds, Ling Xian uses the inexhaustible power of the anti-them, no matter where the fragments are, they fall into his control.

Fragments like rain, God's light like the sun, into the three supreme treasures, destroyed the four seas and eight deserts, broke the heavens and the thousands of realms!

Good way to rewind!

God's Word!

Creation of the Book!

The three supreme soldiers reappeared in the dust and shone for nine days and ten places, making the people present look complicated and sad.

The three treasures have been broken for a long time, and I don't know how many strong people want to reproduce it, but so far, no one has won their wish.

The only thought of Ling Xian, let the three treasures reappear, is undoubtedly shocking and unbelievable.

“The immortal soul and immortality that no one in the ancient past can cultivate, and it is indeed against the heavens.”

The king sighed that his mind could only cover the universe, and it was not difficult to find the fragments of Qitian Emperor, but the pages of the creation book were scattered in two worlds.

In other words, only by building an immortal soul can the creation of heaven be reproduced.

“Return to the Lord.”

Ling Xian faintly smiled, the emperor fell in front of the proud immortal king, the good way reincarnation broke the void and left, and the two good reincarnations merged into one.

Only the mysterious and unpredictable book of creation is left, suspended in mid-air, the fairy light is flowing, and the road marks are endless.

This thing contains three thousand roads, if it is understood, it can be created with this treasure, which can be called the first treasure in ancient times.

Of course, it is not created in the true sense.

Even the ancient gods of Pangu, on the basis of the existing world, open up the heavens and the earth and divide the yin and yang.

If you want to truly create the world, only to cultivate the immortal body, which is why it is recognized that it is necessary to walk the three most powerful roads in the ancient world, and it can surpass the reason for heaven.

For Ling Xian, the creation of heaven is useful, if you can incarnate the universe, this treasure can evolve three thousand roads and perfect his world.

Therefore, he will be in the pocket of the creation of heaven, and then step out, disappear.

The Xian Fang can only be delayed for ten days, and after 13 days, the cosmic celestial path will be completely dissipated, and then the Sancible Heavenly Path will become the ruler of two realms.

The only person who can resist the Holy Land Heaven is Ling Xian.

So he wanted to walk around and try to take the final step in thirteen days.

Time passed little by little, and three days later, Ling Xian looked through the mountains and waters, and still saw no hope.

At this time, the sky is full of cracks, stretching like a demon, and the end of the day will come.

The rain and snow are non-stop, and the thunder is constant, which means that the cosmic heaven is powerless to return and is about to dissipate.

“There are only 10 days left...”

Looking at the sky full of cracks, Ling Xian helpless, he has racked his brain, did his best, but he could not take the last step.

If he does not cultivate into an immortal soul and immortality, he will probably doubt whether the immortal body exists.

“It seems that the hope can only be pinned on the third painting.”The gods shrouded the two worlds, looking for the key to the third painting.

Whether it is divine or divine power, it can cover the two worlds, and it is easy to find the key in the case of the third painting breath.

After three breaths of time, Ling Xian got the key to the third painting, and finally saw the true face of the last painting.

The sun and moon stars, the wind and lightning, the third painting depicts a world, inscrutable, mysterious and incomparable.

Then, the world of ancient words, profound and mysterious, obscure and difficult to understand.

Unsurprisingly, this is the practice of immortal cultivation, which is useful to him, but it is useless.

Just as the Immortal Soul Sutra cannot make him take the last step, the practice of unquenchable cultivation cannot make him incarnating into the universe, at most that is, taking half a step.

“The last hope has been dashed.”

Ling Xian laughed bitterly, although the Holy Land Heavenly Path did not cultivate the immortal body, but it took the lead, as long as it devoured the cosmic heaven, it is the only master.

Even if the Lingxian incarnate heaven, he is unable to compete, and the end can only be a caged bird and lose his freedom.

Time flies and blinks for seven days.

The cracks in the sky are hundreds of millions of miles, rain and snow have flooded the stars in the universe, and even if the gods shoot, they cannot resolve the disaster.

The wilderness is full of sorrow, the disaster is endless, the universe is broken, and there are countless deaths and injuries.

This makes the horny crown, but it is helpless.

He was still unable to cultivate immortality, unable to stop the decline of the cosmic heaven, and unable to resist the heavenly path of the Holy Land, and the only thing he could do was wait for death.

Ling Xian did not want to give up, he was crazy, went through ancient history, read the classics.

Unfortunately, there is still no way to take the final step, not even a single word.

Looking at the two realms of the ancient world, no one has built up immortality, naturally it is impossible to record, Ling Xian can cultivate into an immortal soul and an immortality, which is already unthinkable.

One day, two days, three days, hundreds of stars were broken, and the sky nearly dissipated, not far from the collapse.

Ling Xian tried all the means, still failed to incarnate the universe, and could not see even a glimmer of hope.

Thirteen days have passed, and the day of the decisive battle has arrived, and the Holy Land Heaven is about to dominate the two worlds and control the fate of all spirits.

Ling Xian did not take the last step, did not qualify for a battle with the Holy Land, and others did not qualify.

The Holy Land Heavenly Path is supreme and omnipotent, except Ling Xian, which can wipe out all the creatures in both worlds at a time!

"It's over..." Ling Xian stood quietly on the top of the mountain, eyesless and dark.

What he asked was invincible, he wanted to be invincible, and he did not want to end it, but unfortunately, he was unable to reverse the sky.

"All my life, I have gone against the sky, I thought I succeeded, I can't think of the end, or I can't reverse the sky."

Ling Xian sighed, he broke the prohibition of heaven, flew into the road, and built an immortal soul and immortal body, surpassing the two Ge-heavenly people.

This means that he won the cosmic heaven, but unfortunately, he lost the Sancible Heavenly Way.

One step, separated by hundreds of millions of miles, his end is destined to become a caged bird, and the end of sentient beings is destined to become a puppet.

Just when the Lingxian sighed, the sky collapsed, the stars were broken, and a supreme power covered the two worlds.

Then all the spirits fell to their knees, and all sentient beings fell to their knees, even the proud immortal king, and fell to the ground.

Not wanting to kneel, but being unable to resist.

That is God's will, not to mention the proud immortal king, even if it is Pangu Hongjun, he is unable to resist and has to kneel!

Looking at the two worlds, the only one who is not on his knees is the linguist.

It is not that he is stronger than the Holy Land Heaven, but that he has built an immortal soul and can counter the will of the Heavenly Way.

"The last battle is coming."Then he turned to the heavens, and suddenly he was stunned.

It is only because of the fact that a shadow of the world has emerged, the glory of the generation, and the people have been poured out.

That ugly face is the same as Luo Xin's mind.

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There is no chapter 3, and the heart of yours is out.