Three, two, eight, one day is destined to fail, never give up "I really didn't expect that a heavenly master like Dai Jun would be eaten by a dog."
Seeing Dai Jun's fate from the light and shadow in front of him, Yun Yang shook his head with emotion.
But the winner is king, the loser is the enemy.
This is a true saying.
Many losers end up worse off than dead, or worse off as dog food.
Ye Kong killed Dai Jun, which was a worry.
He raised his hand and took the small golden tablet into his hand.
He saw the small monument getting smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared into his palm.
Then, Ye Kong turned around, knelt down, and kowtowed three times in front of the original tomb of clothes.
"Original Master, I, Ye Kong, have received your inheritance.
I am your disciple.
If I become your disciple, I will inherit your legacy.
The foolish old man moved the mountains, the ants eat the elephants, not to mention the taming of chaos.
Many things in the world are often not accomplished overnight and require generations.
From generation to generation, the fire is passed down from generation to generation I, Ye Kong, dare not expect that I will be the last lucky one, but as a descendant of Master and a person of destiny, I make a solemn oath here today: Supreme inheritance, carry forward the destiny, and never give up."
"Supreme inheritance, carry it forward.
Never give up if your destiny is not fulfilled."
Yun Yang, who was standing behind, suddenly had a strange look in his eyes as he repeated these words, a look of admiration and trust.
Before, Pangu's ghost asked, "How can you do something that you didn't even do before?"
At that time, everyone was speechless, and even Ye Kong didn't know how to answer.
But now, Ye Kong gave his own answer Yun Yang also knew that Ye Kong must have completely recovered his memory and real name at this moment.
If it were the original Ye Kong who liked to laugh silly, he would not be able to give such a firm answer.
"Many things in the world cannot be achieved in one go.
They require countless people and countless generations of people to work hard and struggle for it.
Just like a decadent dynasty, it always takes countless people to work together to overthrow and tame chaos and break the cycle of reincarnation.
This kind of thing It’s trillions of times harder, how can it be possible to succeed in just one go?”
"Supreme inheritance, carry forward the destiny, never give up" Perhaps it was because the old man had sensed it secretly, when Ye Kong finished speaking.
A clear sound of gold and stone resounded in the center of the Reincarnation Hall, as if it was a response from distant ancient times, tens of billions of years ago.
With this sound, I saw the sky-reaching light pillar on the sarcophagus suddenly dispersed, turning into a piece of golden light, turning into fine golden dust, emitting star-like light, dissipating in the air Communication between heaven and earth is no longer needed.
The protective layer of the original coffin no longer needs the golden flame pool water, it no longer needs A pool of golden water suddenly floated into the air.
Holy Lord Yun Yang turned his head in surprise and saw those golden flames, all in one piece, maintaining various shapes, hanging in the air.
And in his surprised eyes, all these flames turned into tiny golden light spots, which exploded in the next second.
The golden flame seemed to have exploded invisible, and those tiny golden light spots spread out in a circle like a shock wave.
This circular super giant swept across this cave, swept through the entire cave, swept across the entire earth, and swept across the entire Pangu First World Earth calendar year 2635, 102 years after Ye Kong and others entered Pan Cave.
The charred ruins, piles of rubble, and huge starship wreckage didn't have any green at all, and everything was black as far as the eye could see.
Above this darkness, rising are wisps of blue smoke.
Although the earth has now become a desolate ruin, the war has not stopped.
In a certain fortification among the ruins, a man wearing bulky armor finally took a breath and hid in a deep pit below the ground level.
Click, he flipped open the front face of the protective mask, revealing a face that was not young but still resolute.
"I didn't expect the evil cultivator alliance's attack to be so strong this time."
The man took two breaths of fresh air, then took out a very antique wallet, pulled out a crumpled cigarette from it, lit it and started smoking.
An armed soldier beside him put down his ray gun, snatched his wallet, and looked at the yellowed old photo inside.
A beautiful girl with brown hair was smiling like a spring flower.
"Major General An Xiaowei, is this your former girlfriend?"
Several armed soldiers came over to watch.
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"This is the pride of our An family.
She is my sister, An Xiaoran."
Although hundreds of years have passed, An Xiaowei still smiles as brightly as before when thinking of his sister, "She is a very talented person in cultivation.
She worked very hard back then.
Although she is not as good as Chen Zelin in the eyes of others, in my eyes, my sister is the best."
Although An Xiaowei seemed to be enjoying and obsessed with it, his subordinates did not buy it.
They all stared and said: "Practitioner Major General An Xiaowei, your sister is the enemy of the evil cultivator alliance."
"No, no, no, a cultivator is a cultivator, not the cultivator of the evil cultivator alliance back then.
You don't know, you are too young.
If Ye Kong and a large number of cultivating elites hadn't disappeared in the Tiandong incident, I think our earth would be A very good planet for cultivation” Although many of the young people around An Xiaowei are in their twenties, there are also some who know what happened back then.
Some young warriors said: "I heard my dad say that the cultivation methods of cultivators are good, but it is said that everyone's cultivation speed is too slow.
It seems that it is because everyone said that the earth is not a suitable planet for cultivation.
There is no such thing here.
There are no spiritual trees, no spiritual objects, no spiritual treasures, or even spiritual energy for cultivation.”
Some soldiers shook their heads and said: "I don't like practicing.
Those cultivators are murderous demons and evil cultivators.
They don't just kill people, they also make human flesh and blood into pills and eat them.
They are worse than aliens."
Cruelly, it is said that Princess Qiu Yue and others from the Evil Cultivator Alliance are simply demons."
At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, a group of cultivators wearing linen robes were sitting cross-legged, taking blood-red pills one by one, and meditating while holding their breath.
However, one of the cultivators had tears in his eyes after eating an elixir, "I refined this for my two sons and daughters."
The monk next to him also put down the elixir in his hand and sighed: "The way of blood elixir is to retreat if you don't advance.
As long as you can't resist the temptation and take the first pill, you will continue to eat it.
In order to ensure that the blood elixir in your hand is continuous, We have to keep catching people alive to make elixirs.
If we can’t catch people alive, we can only make relatives.”
All the cultivators sighed.
In fact, not everyone wants to be an evil cultivator, but the Blood Pill of the Evil Cultivator Alliance has brought all the cultivators in the world to their camp.
The tearful monk still swallowed the blood pill and sighed: "It is said that as long as there is enough spiritual energy and the source of spiritual energy for cultivation, there is no need to take this blood pill."
Everyone smiled bitterly, "Earth, how can there be any spiritual energy?
Stop dreaming."
But while they were talking, someone exclaimed, "Look at the sky":