Xianhong Road

Chapter 1218 The Great Finale: The Doomsday

"I have a cause, sow a species; with your hand, I will bear a fruit."

The ethereal old voice floats in the boundless green world.

The sloppy old Taoist priest walking towards him was the old Taoist priest who had flashed in Yang Fan's mind when he was promoted to Yunseed Stage.

To be precise, he is the mysterious old Taoist who left behind a set of incomplete immortal formulas.

"My name is Ye Fan." The young man emphasized.

"Whether Ye Fan or Yang Fan is just a code name. Just like me, I have no fewer than three thousand code names, such as Hongjun, Hongmeng, Taiyi, Taichu, and Daqian. million' on a par."

In the expression of the sloppy old Taoist priest, there was a sense of freedom and ease.

"It took tens of thousands of years before I finally awakened, and I'm still one step away from the last step of 'returning to the original stage'. What do you want from me?"

Ye Fan said lightly.

"The last step, don't be in a hurry. Don't you forget the most important thing right now?"

The sloppy old Taoist stroked his beard and smiled.

"How could I forget that for it, I gave up fighting against the wild continent with my friends, and even separated from my loved ones for tens of thousands of years."

The man named Ye Fan in front of him seems to be a little different from the previous Biwen man, Ao Qinglong, Yang Fei and others, but there is no essential difference.

"Hey, that's fine."

The slovenly Taoist priest has a sense of immortality and integrity, which is indifferent, and there is a bit of wretchedness between his eyebrows.

Ye Fan is used to this.

"Before that, though, I want to really understand that."

Ye Fan said suddenly.

"Three."

"In the whole big world, there are only three of us left."

The voice from the end of the dark eternity emerged in Ye Fan's mind.

"no problem."

With a thought of the sloppy Taoist priest, Ye Fan realized that the two of them had entered a dark and manic world.

The whole world is dark and dull, and there are chaotic and chaotic tides of origin force everywhere.

The world is in turmoil, and the space is broken like a dream bubble.

The ubiquitous power of destroying heaven and earth, erupting in any area, has a power a million times beyond the power of breaking boundaries.

Moreover, this destructive power is still expanding geometrically.

A messy and broken universe interface was clearly displayed on the screen, and Ye Fan suddenly felt a little familiar.

"This is the Seven Realms?"

He exclaimed, and vaguely saw two figures struggling in a panic.

One of the figures is a towering demon, surrounded by a terrifying source of chaos, under the storm that sweeps the entire world, it looks like a boat that is about to be destroyed at any time.

Shi Qianhan!
There was a flash of light in Ye Fan's eyes, and he said in amazement: "The space of the seven worlds can last until the end of the big world."

"With your extra care, how could the land of my hometown easily perish within a few years?"

The sloppy Taoist said with a hint of sarcasm.

Ye Fan nodded, he who controls the source of life will not let the seven worlds perish easily.

The other struggling figure is the supreme ruler of the upper three realms, Tiandi Tiangu.

The existence of the two chaotic heavenly classes struggled for a moment before being torn into pieces by the gradually violent chaotic storm, and even the soul and heart imprints were twisted into particles, which made Ye Fan terrified.

"If the soul seal is annihilated, the creature is completely dead, and there is no possibility of resurrection."

Ye Fan said with a face full of palpitations.

Shuttle through the space at high speed, only a few Chaos-level characters are left on the screen, struggling in the ubiquitous Chaos storm.

"Chaos is the most original force. This kind of storm will destroy all inherent order, including space, time, matter, and life..."

The slovenly Taoist sighed, with a bit of helplessness in his voice.

Yang Fan was silent.

Soon, he saw a familiar figure in the universe where the earth was, transformed into primitive particles under the chaotic storm.

"The Emperor of Blood."

Ye Fan let out a low cry.

Even if the scientific and technological civilization developed in the earth world reaches the point where it can easily jump through space, even completely grasp genes, see through the essence of matter, and even travel through time and space, under the chaotic storm, there is no resistance.

The billions and billions of living beings quickly fell into darkness under the bubble-like landscape of space bursting.

Immediately afterwards, the screen shuttles to the origin center of the great world - the wild continent.

On the wild continent, there were hundreds of living beings struggling in the face of the chaotic storm at the beginning, but after a while, only six people remained.

Those six people are all at the level of god ancestors.

Ye Fan took a closer look and recognized a few of them: Hu Fei, Wu Shuang, Qianqiu Wuhen, Yu Wuji...

The last remaining few are all god ancestors on the wild continent, and their strength is much higher than that of the Chaos Heaven Rank.

However, those who were as strong as the ancestors of the gods did not last long under the chaotic storm whose power rose geometrically.

In just a short while, three or four died.

"Hu Fei! Wushuang!" Ye Fan clenched his fists tightly and held his breath, watching Hu Fei and Wushuang fly to ashes and annihilate before turning into primitive particles.

Before that, the relatives and friends on the Star Castle of Reincarnation also disappeared like bubbles. With Ye Fan's supernatural power, the process of the relatives and friends dying without any resistance appeared in Ye Fan's mind.

In the end, the two ancestors who were still struggling were Qianqiu Wuhen and Yu Wuji.

The strength of these two was beyond Yang Fan's imagination, and they persisted for half an hour longer than the other ancestors.

But in the end, the three incarnations of Qianqiu Wuhen disintegrated and disintegrated, and Yu Wuji's chaotic demonic energy that shocked the world also returned to the original, making a long and unwilling cry...

Ye Fan could only watch in shock.

How desolate and terrifying is it to watch countless dimensions, matter, and living beings, including friends, relatives, and loved ones they know, die one by one?
"Where did we go, can't we stop it?"

Ye Fan took a deep breath.

The scruffy Taoist priest smiled slightly, and with a thought, the two of them entered a space where the scarlet black storm devoured the sky and the earth.

"This is... Xianhong Space!"

Ye Fan could vaguely feel the residual breath of Xianhong's space from the fragmented world.

There were three figures in the original place of the Immortal Space: a Taoist priest with an immortal demeanor, a resolute man with a pagoda in his hand, and a graceful and elegant man.

These three people are the sloppy Taoist priest, Zhang Heng, and Yang Fan.

The center of the three is the origin of the chaotic storm, and a gray hole that swallows the world and trembles can be seen.

Three thousand lights of chaos bloomed on the sloppy Taoist priest, and he was actually facing the center of the huge chaos storm.

Zhang Heng's eyes turned into nothingness, a piece of transparent gray light, covering the origin of the storm, even the original power of chaos can be swallowed.

Yang Fan opened his arms, and the infinite source of life, shining with thousands of colors of light and light, was misty with a strange gray color, injecting the physical strength of the two.

The last beings in this great world are actually joining forces to suppress the source of the chaotic storm.

"After all, it's over. I underestimated the power of the Great Thousand Doomsday. Even if we can suppress it for a while, it won't last forever. Even if I try my best to get two powerful partners, I still can't recover. No matter what, I finally got two more a companion."

The slovenly Taoist sighed, with deep helplessness in his words.

Zhang Heng and Yang Fan could faintly see tears in the corners of their eyes, and their faces were full of grief, and they also breathed a sigh of relief.

Boom——

The moment they gave up, the violent storm of chaos engulfed the entire Great Thousand Sumeru Universe in an instant.

In the absolutely dark world, there is only one last peaceful corner left.

Even if the Chaos Storm was ten thousand times stronger and passed over the three of them, it would not be able to cause substantial damage.

In the vast universe, the last three tyrannical beings are truly immortal, looking down on the eternity!

"Three."

"In the whole world, there are only three of us left."

Desolate, lonely, helpless, dark...

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