Emperor Wu Shihuang's handwriting, do not go out of the Milky Way border

Boom!

It's all a collision of top powers, who can do anything to who?

The moves between them were nothing ordinary, all extraordinary, a shocking collision. The entire dark area was wailing and trembling. The ground was dissatisfied with the height of the tsunami and completely collapsed. The sky was also cracking, scattering wisps of breath. Turn into an invisible storm and cut off everything.

The palace collapsed. Although it was once a place where immortals existed and was a remnant of the heaven, it has already deteriorated over the years. Hundreds of millions of years have worn away its last glorious glory. It is dilapidated and the dark heaven bursts. , a large part of the palace collapsed here, there was no dust, it was all rubble.

This is enough to show the horror of the battle between the two. Wherever the light passed, nothing was left behind, everything was shattered, and everything exploded.

Among them, there are still many that were originally well-preserved, but now they are all broken. Here, there are still some back-ups left by the immortals of the past generations. Even though they have not been completely annihilated after countless years, what are they now? They were all gone, all suppressed.

Dust flew everywhere, boulders collapsed, and ruins buried everything.

The thick stone pillar finally reached him, and the tiles made of immortal gold were also shattered and scattered in all directions.

Neither of the two powerful men was easy to mess with. The aftermath of their attack was enough to overturn the sky forever. This move shocked the heavens and the earth, and the passage of time seemed to have been temporarily cut off by their impact.

On the storm pavement, the weasel remained motionless, and invisible power naturally emitted from his side. The dust rippled, and everything dissipated hundreds of meters away from him.

The weasel raised his head and looked into the distance.

The divine light swept away everything and suppressed all the black fog and dust. In the palace in the distance, a large number of corpses revealed their true forms. They had been dead for an unknown period of time, and it was difficult to see their original forms. They were in the void. Constantly floating, collapsing, and then disintegrating and annihilating under the influence of the aftermath of the previous power.

In the area further away, there are more corpses, all of which have emerged. In the collapsed hall, on the broken earth, there are all kinds of corpses. They are wearing armor and holding weapons in their hands. , which should have been covered by dust in the endless years, but is now revealed again.

These corpses and skeletons belonged to those heavenly soldiers and generals before. Time has covered them with dust, but now they are re-revealed under the impact of power.

But it was obvious that they were all completely dead, not one of them was still alive. The dark power invaded the corpses and wiped out the vitality. They reappeared in the human world today, but for a moment they were still nothingness and did not exist.

Under the collision of immortal-level power, how can these things that have lost their power survive forever? There is nothing to hold on to, everything is shattering, even the ancient heaven was destroyed, let alone them.

The weasel's pupils shrank, and his expression was solemn and solemn. He saw the fallen corpses here, and saw many weapons and armors that did not belong to heaven. Judging from the condition of these weapons and armors, it was obvious that they belonged to the past human world.

Looking around, this place is absolutely grand, glorious and unimaginably prosperous.

Back then, this place was the center of the Three Realms, guarded by countless heavenly soldiers and generals, guarding everything. It was high above the sky, and its majesty overshadowed the natural moat.

However, for some reason, a battle broke out. The human race, which they regarded as ants, rose up and rushed into the heaven, killing all the high-ranking immortals and burying them in the dust.

The weasel waved his palm at will, and the souls of the humans and immortals all disappeared, leaving nothing behind. They must have perished under the corrosion of endless years.

Looking up, the weasel saw the so-called immortal.

A skinny shadow is sitting on a throne in the distance. The huge seat has no light and is in tatters. The palace beside him is also in pieces, but it is still holding on tenaciously and has not fallen. It is extremely dilapidated, but among them, But there is a trace of simplicity and vicissitudes of life.

An indifferent look looked down from high in the sky. He looked down at this place with a calm expression, without much expression.

In the entire dark land, or even in the entire dark rift, this was the first living creature the weasel had seen.

Is this the being who calls himself an immortal?
The weasel's eyes were calm and he looked up and down.

Obviously, this existence is powerful, terrifying, and invincible. Sitting there is the history book of the years. His face is indifferent and indifferent. The previous fight with the weasel obviously did not hurt him at all. Sitting here, endless time, space and years Slowly flowing, his eyes were blank with the aura of immortality and eternity.

It's just a pity that this creature's body is too withered and weak. There is almost no life breath in it. Even the heart and blood have stopped. It is extremely abnormal and is skinny and bones.

His hair is also pure black and white, and even his eyes are the same, but the only difference is that his two pupils emit a dazzling colorful luster. The core of the pupils seems to have two gems, which are extremely sharp. It exudes a breathtaking luster and is so terrifyingly powerful that it is enough to tear apart the souls of all things in the world and the immortals.

A suit of tattered clothes, quite ancient, outdated and unknown in geometry, drifted in the wind and fell on his skinny body. Not only did it not mean that it was broken, but it had an inexplicable Taoist charm, swinging with his breathing.

As for his head, there is also a hair crown, which is neatly placed. The black fairy charm on it is surging, illuminating all living beings, and the fluctuations of heaven and earth energy contained in it are rich and terrifying.

"You have been completely corrupted by the darkness. You are worthy of being called an immortal, but you are just a living corpse."

The weasel's expression was cold and solemn, and his tone was unkind.

"What is light and what is darkness, in my opinion, is just a generalization. The supreme immortal, the years change, nothing will last forever, but in front of me, everything is just an insect. What is useful, I picked it up, that’s all.”

The immortal answered here calmly, as if he didn't care at all about the weasel's disrespectful words.

"Immortals are supreme and reincarnation is strong. There is nothing wrong with darkness. Darkness is eternal. Even if the three realms collapse and all things wither, I will still be immortal and Hetan will fall."

This immortal spoke on the huge throne, his voice was high and cold, with unparalleled domineering in the world, and the majesty in his words was like the existence of a righteous ancient immortal, who only lorded over himself, scanning the wasteland, and despising everything in the world.

In the entire world, only the truly immortal can live forever. Pursuing immortality by one's own means, isn't this a kind of Tao?

The weasel was calm and didn't say much. He just stared at him and spoke after a long time.

"You are just a walking corpse of darkness. Neither the real Heaven nor the First Emperor has died. You are just a lingering ant."

"Hahaha, you're not dead?" The person on the throne said indifferently, his eyes were bright, and he stared at the weasel, with a playful attitude flashing in his pupils. "How do you know they are not dead? How do you know what happened in ancient times?"

The weasel found out indifferently that this creature was really alive and not a puppet. But the strange thing was that for some reason, he felt an extraordinarily weird feeling here. He always felt something inexplicable and abnormal. There was something strange about this place. Always a weird delusion.

A generation of immortals from the ancient times must have been able to survive to this day, and they must have various means, and their power is terrifying. But why is he still alive now? The only thing is the passage of time. Has the darkness really protected him?
Weasels always sense something strange.

And in this body, he couldn't feel much of the breath of life. His whole body was dry and haggard, and his flesh and blood seemed to have reached the end of their lifespan. Only a layer of skin was left, wrapping the last bones.

However, despite this, they are almost wiped out, but Weasel understands that this creature is really strong, and it is one of the few he has encountered in such a long time.

"In this area, in those years, what kind of god were you in heaven?" Weasel did not act in such a hurry, but asked calmly.

"Daluo Jinxian."

These four simple words made Weasel's scalp jump a few times.

Daluo Jinxian!

This is definitely the top level of immortals, and one of the strongest living beings besides saints. This guy who looks skinny and has only one breath is actually Daluo Jinxian!
No wonder it puts so much pressure on him!

But at the same time, Weasel didn't mean to be too afraid. No matter what kind of immortal he was, he was already dying anyway. There were traces of death everywhere. It was already in the past, and there was no need to hold on.

The weasel dominates all directions, the light around him becomes more and more magnificent, his hair is raised, and his eyes are stunning, like wisps of flying flowers.

"Have there ever been a war between the human race here and the Heavenly Court? These human races have killed so many immortals, why did they leave you alone?"

"Just leave me alone?" The immortal was cold and arrogant. The aura on his body gradually revived, and his colorful eyes became more and more breathtaking, exuding a solemn aura in the sky and on the earth.

"Did you think something wrong? Who told you that the immortals here were created by these human races?"

"Is not it?"

"Whether it's an immortal or a human, I'm the one who kills them all."

The weasel was stunned for a moment, then took a deep breath of cold air!
This is actually the case. No wonder I noticed something was wrong when I came here before. The number of humans here is really too small. Even if there are records in the ruins of the First Emperor before, the combat power of the humans has been extremely powerful, but It is still a bit impossible to be able to fight against the heaven with just these.

And at the moment before the previous corpses were broken, the weasel felt the existence of a formation, and the aura involved in the formation seemed to spread to the entire sky.
"Wait, are you saying that you are setting up the formation here?" Weasel's eyes were cold and serious, and the evil spirit spread instantly: "The immortals and humans here have all become the materials for your formation, and darkness has descended here. It’s all about you!”

"You can think so." The immortal soul said calmly: "When I was injured, these humans came to chase me, and I needed to repair the wound, but they alone were not enough, so I added immortals. "

The weasel didn't speak, but the murderous intent in his eyes became more and more powerful.

This is indeed a ruthless person, not only ruthless to the human race, but also ruthless to the heavens. He was obviously here to protect and save him, but in order to keep himself alive and extend his life, he did not hesitate to take action without any pause.

"You really deserve to die."

The self-proclaimed immortal did not have too many emotional fluctuations. The seven-color light surrounding him was as sharp as the way of heaven. The dark mist above his head gradually boiled, and aura gradually began to flow around him.

"Is that the reason for those corpses in the distance?" Weasel scolded.

"good."

The weasel's eyes became colder and colder. He was really a demon-level figure. How many people and creatures had died here. The skeletons outside were almost piled up into a mountain. All of them were actually done by him.

Looking around, looking at these broken and fallen palaces, he felt an ominous and ominous feeling. He could not explain the reason. Before, he thought it was due to the fall of heaven and the darkness here, but now it seems that it should be It's not like this.

This immortal took action, killed the heavenly soldiers, and cut off part of the heavenly palace. It fell down and became his formation, condensing this dark place.

This place is even scarier than what he imagined.

As if he had read through his thoughts, the creature on the high throne answered calmly.

"This is not a corner of heaven, but half of it. It's a pity that the successive wars and the erosion of time have made it no longer what it used to be. Otherwise, you would have died the moment you stepped in."

"And they are just a bunch of losers. Being able to become the nourishment of this immortal is the best place for them to belong."

The weasel was indifferent and didn't say much. At this point, what else could he say?
It was nothing more than a battle. He had already felt that the monstrous black mist around him had been prepared for a long time, like vicious wolves, eyeing his prey and ready to take action at any time.

"bring it on."

The immortal on the throne spoke coldly and spoke like this.

"it is good."

After the words fell, the whole world seemed to be illuminated for a moment. With a clang, the weasel drew out the Ding Qin sword in his hand without hesitation. A scroll of Nuwa empress appeared above his head, and the green vitality spread across all things. Endless All the emerald green life was poured into the weasel's body.

In the next moment, the dazzling light of life bloomed between heaven and earth, instantly covering the entire infinite years in it, breathtaking! (End of chapter)