Devouring The Heavens

In the words of the greedy old man, there is still anger. Obviously, the selfishness of the human race has become bigger and bigger, and now it is more and more lonely, but it is also in the sense, now in their view, even if the entire human race has fallen It doesn’t matter much to them, as long as the'Mature Body' can survive and have supreme achievements, this is enough. This is the only hope in their hearts.

Xuanyuan was silent, standing on the standpoint of the human race. He naturally hoped that the human race could prosper, but the despicable behavior of the major human forces made him feel powerless. Is humanity going to the end and destined to be destroyed? Is this unchangeable? ?

Xuanyuan did not continue to think about it. One cannot recover anything from the overall situation. Oneself is not a savior. If you can’t even survive yourself, it’s useless to think so much. At this time, it’s enough to do yourself well. If it is difficult for the human race, he will only help his relatives and friends, and other people, life and death have nothing to do with him.

Xuanyuan has been walking here for a long time, and I don’t know how much time has passed. Xuanyuan’s spirit is always in a state of alertness, and he only feels that the surrounding environment has become more and more hot, even if he is a bit unbearable. , "The body of Wanhua" ceaselessly dissipates this heat, and the power of "Blue Falling Sky Water" is also integrated into every corner of Xuanyuan's body, which makes Xuanyuan a lot more comfortable. If it is an ordinary life fairy, even if it is Dixian, come here, will turn into ashes.

Because on the smooth, mirror-like ground beneath the feet, all kinds of avenues are interwoven, containing the unpredictable power of ghosts and gods. Xuanyuan walked all the way, from time to time peeping into the trajectory of the veins, but it was always impossible to imagine. I know how profound the strength of the people who portray these avenues here is.

Just when Xuanyuan felt that he was getting closer and closer to Shumen, a voice suddenly came out.

"How many years later, there are still people who will enter here."

This voice is like a leap from chaos to ancient times, a mournful lament full of vicissitudes, and the words and sentences are filled with the marks of the years.

Xuanyuan shook his heart, stopped and looked at the Quartet. He tried to identify the direction of the sound, but there was no way. Obviously, this mysterious existence has unfathomable strength.

"Who are you?" Xuanyuan frowned.

"Me? I can't remember who I am anymore. I just remember that I have to guard for the summer in my life. Why are you here?" This voice is like a dying old man. In a word, it is extremely slow, but there is a power of years in the voice, which makes people feel very profound.

"Are you the guardian of Shumen?" Xuanyuan opened his brows, his tense emotions relaxed.

From the heart of Xuanyuan, the voice of the greedy old man came:

"Boy, you have to be careful. Does Shumen have a patron saint? If so, the Wu people should have an explanation."

Xuanyuan disagreed and ignored the greedy old man, but paid a big gift towards the Quartet, saying: