The tombstone runs through the eternity of time and stands in the world.
It entangled in chaos, collapsed space, exhausted time, and its appearance was indescribable.
The moment An Bulang saw it, he was enveloped by an unimaginable force of time.
Years ruthlessly cut Tianjiao.
Time ruthlessly destroys everything.
At this moment, An Bulang saw the falling of sentient beings from the tombstone, the fall of energy, and the years buried everything. Time even buried a large universe, everything ceased to exist, everything would be nothing.
Life without a trace.
Inheritance, a joke.
Matter, nothingness.
This is the great compassion of the universe and the great compassion of life.
Why is the memorial service?
One tombstone, bury all.
“Existing or non-existing, since the ultimate destiny is nothing, why nostalgia?” Qiu Ming looked at An Bulang, his body is also withering, his essence and blood are also dissipating, and his life is also passing away. .
Time is merciless, and all creatures cannot escape the fate.
The surviving divine dragon that An Bulang transformed into collapsed and dissipated almost instantly into countless free energy.
The years are ruthless and powerful.
It was not this that An Bulang was most shocked by, but Qiu Ming, whose life kept falling and his body decayed.
The once fresh and handsome young man in Tsing Yi is now decayed and shedding his flesh, and his half flesh has turned into withered bones.
This is an unimaginable price!
“This magical magic… actually has to be used at the cost of burying yourself?”
The magical magic that can only be performed by burying oneself…
It is still a magical magic that combines the power of the end years of the Tao of Hongmeng…
The two are one, An Bulang really can’t imagine how terrifying this level of divine magic will be!
Qiu Ming walked with the tombstone of the years.
One type of Shinto technique says years, Tao exhausted his understanding of truth.
An Bulang felt that his own blood, energy, and even life were being rapidly extracted, flowing like ocean currents onto the indescribable tombstone.
He couldn’t resist this kind of power at all, and couldn’t defend it at all.
The power of time can’t even break free from Hongmeng Universe, how can An Bulang break free?
An Bulang’s blood-like dragon state was instantly knocked down by the tombstone of the years, just like a twilight old man, everything is withered, everything will be buried.
No matter what spells he uses, no matter what moves he uses.
Whatever falls in the tombstone of the years will be erased by the ruthless years, and nothing will exist anymore.
Just like the fate of the Hongmeng universe, from nothing to nothing.
Nothing is fate, the fate of all things.
Tombstone for a year, all the way is done!
If this kind of magical technique develops to the later stage, it will be extremely terrifying. Once it is cast, it can really destroy the heavens, nothingness, and the entire Supreme Universe!
“Is this your final understanding? A tombstone of the universe is buried… what a grandeur!”
An Bulang’s voice is old, his body withered like an old man, but his pupils are as bright as the sunrise at this moment.
An equally strong breath of time came out of him.
“I also have a magical power, can you dare to pick it up?”
An Bulang shouted, and the Great Avenue of Heaven and Earth quaked!
The ethereal sound of high and far shook the universe avenue.
A Taoist flower, rooted in chaos, blooms suddenly.
The moment the flowers bloom, the world has changed dramatically!
Endless splendor, endless vigorous power begins to appear!
“Four Ways of Waves, Years!”
An Bulang reached the end of the Tao of Hongmeng and created a new magical magic!
The endless and splendid Daoguang manifested in heaven and earth.
Different flowers are in full bloom and butterflies come.
There are thousands of Ruicai, and the dust is all over the place.
The power of time is imprinted in a strange world.
That world is full of the beauty of the world, chaos, yin and yang, five elements, good fortune, sentient beings, the sun rises and the moon sets, the blue sea is born, the spirit is beautiful, and all things are in harmony.
An Bulang was enveloped by the years, his blood was doubled, his gray hair turned into black hair, from a haggard old man to a man with blood and blood, his pupils were exquisite and brilliant, and his wisdom was boundless.
Waves of fairy sounds linger around the world, very beautiful.
Qiu Ming, who was holding the tombstone of the years, was stunned. Looking at the strange world in front of him, the Taoist flower full of vitality, he had a moment of ecstasy.
Obviously it is the same strength of time, why does it show so much difference?
“No…years are cruel, you are not years…”
Qiu Ming’s fluctuating eyes suddenly returned to calm.
The tombstone on his side trembled slightly, everything withered, and the universe fell silent.
In the strange world, a large number of creatures are dying, and a large number of materials are returned to nothingness.
Suddenly, An Bulang stood at the forefront of the strange world, and the years Daohua that condensed the strange world bloomed in front of him, releasing incomparable magical power and blocking the erosion of the years tombstone.
The power of the Tombstone of the Years is terrifying and cannot be resisted.
But An Bulang also mastered the years of Shinto magic arts!
Based on the years, blooming flowers!
“The years are ruthless…”
“But people should be singing!”
The twin pupils of the teenager bloomed with a brilliant fairy light, and Daohua felt the youth’s divine way, felt the teenager’s consciousness, and released an incomparably splendid and brilliant light.
All the small supreme, and even the ten thousand clan Tianjiao strong, are indulged in that incomparably wonderful light.
It has exhausted all the beauty in the world.
At this time, almost everyone had a strange feeling.
After An Bulang and Qiu Ming reached the end, the magical techniques created by them were all time.
However, the nature of these two years is completely opposite!
The most surprising thing is that Qiu Ming, who is usually delicate and elegant, masters extremely high life and the six reincarnations, likes to display creative, boundary, and cosmic forces, and finally realizes that the years are tombstones that represent destruction and nothingness.
And I usually like to release all kinds of sky-shaking magical methods, dark magical methods, extinguishing that, and destroying the peace of that. What I actually understand is the life and splendor, colorful, and endless meaning of the years!
One is a tombstone.
One is Taohua.
It’s really embarrassing.
Why is it so?
An Bulang remembered the warmth of the family getting along in the Xiandi Palace.
Da Bai took him around, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Xiao Hong took him in the sun, Ye Ling taught him to practice swords, his father would often sneak him across the universe, beat the autumn wind, walked into some magical world, and made some mistakes. After the matter.
And the mother who was severe and sometimes gentle…
After going down to earth, he also met many interesting friends.
I met a group of friends who were willing to accompany him.
Experienced many interesting things…
Even if the years will bring everything to nothing.
Even if the fate of the universe is nothing.
Even though the world is so beautiful, is it really meaningless?
Time cannot bury everything!
Even if it is nothing, the existence in the middle will make sense!
“Years treat me mercilessly, and I report them with songs!”