Myth Resurrection: Pick Up the Chaos Bell at the Beginning

The four eyes were a little confused. He didn't touch the way of death, and naturally he didn't understand what Chen Ping guessed and feared.

"Death will come to heaven and earth again. At that time, the saint will no longer be the sun and the moon, but will be controlled by death."

Chen Ping sighed slowly, and he had already explained what was in his heart in one sentence. He didn't need to say anything, his four eyes already understood it.

"That ancient saint, is the death saint?"

At this time, the four eyes suddenly thought of something, and it seemed that the reason for the immortality of the saint in the universe seemed to be right in front of him.

"Yes, as you think, in the endless years, death itself will die, and now, he is back, with unrivaled power, ready to rule the world at any time."

At this time, Chen Ping felt a little heavy in his heart, which undoubtedly confirmed that there was one more competitor for the saint of heaven, which was definitely not good for the devil, and he knew that there was no difference between the two.

When the Death Saint comes to the world, the situation in the cosmos will definitely not be any better than that of the demon master integrating the way of heaven, and the world will probably be more chaotic by then.

Chen Ping is also aware of this. When the death saint comes to the world, it can be said that he has grasped the lifeblood of all saints, and life and death are in one thought.

Even Chen Ping, who has great opportunity, may be firmly grasped by Death Saint because of his superior position, unable to escape the control of death.

But in the current situation, Chen Ping's face turned pale when he thought about it, and he was still thinking about how to contact Death Saint. For such a character, he and his conditions are not equal.

It is foreseeable that when he sees himself, he is afraid that he will fall into darkness in an instant. Now it is almost certain that the realm of the ancient saints is equivalent to the way.

It can even be said that it is a half-step Heavenly Dao. Unlike the forcible fusion of the Demon Lord, the method adopted by the Death Saint is to reasonably integrate into the Heaven and Earth Dao.

The reason for the immortality of saints in the universe is mostly because the saints of death are temporarily hidden. When they are born here, how can the saints who are used to freedom accept all this with such peace of mind.

Originally, it had an unlimited lifespan, and various restrictions were added. If nothing else, it can be predicted that after hundreds of thousands of years, the number of saints will drop sharply.

The demon master's minions will be weakened rapidly, and it can even be said that it is foreseeable that the cultivator will reach a peak. This peak is only compared to the present, that is, to form a balance with the devil Buddha. This is the peak state.

After seeing the death saint, Chen Ping naturally cannot express these thoughts. If the devil wants to swallow the universe alive, then the balance saint wants to boil the frog in warm water, and the death saint wants to go to the sky in one step.

If the average person wants to go to the sky in one step, it is simply wishful thinking, but Death Saint is just this confident, or in other words, he has already planned all this.

"This...how should it be?"

When he heard the result, he panicked. He finally broke through the saint and got rid of the lifespan limit. If it was because of the reappearance of death, it meant that he was likely to be imposed various lifespan restrictions.

"This is the general trend. The saints themselves are part of the rules of heaven and earth, so we can't change them, and you don't have to think about other saints who are united to resist. In someone's memory, those saints are the supreme existence. , they won't care about the death of the ants."

Chen Ping is a little melancholy, and the person in his mouth is naturally Taixuan. Sometimes he can really realize that the most precious wealth that Taixuan left him is the knowledge that comes from Hedao.

"Since this is the case, is it really impossible to change it?"

Four Eyes is still a little unwilling to give up, becoming a saint has broken through almost all secular restrictions, and now if you want to bless all these restrictions on lifespan, no one will be reconciled.

"That's not the case. The general situation cannot be changed, and the small situation can be changed. Tiandao may not have taken this opportunity to completely fill in its own shortcomings. This rule will definitely be formulated, but there are restrictions among the saints, maybe they can take this opportunity. , get some privileges."

Regarding lifespan, Chen Ping takes it lightly. He is a saint in the universe, and most of them are wasting their time because there is no lifespan limit.

As long as you keep a low profile and you are poor and white, you won't have any trouble finding your door, and you can naturally live the life you want in peace and quiet. The world has nothing to do with those idle clouds and wild cranes.

Forcibly adding lifespan, I am afraid that those who resist most strongly are those idle clouds and wild cranes, but this lifespan is a part of heaven, and so is death.

Death has come again, and at this special period, when this Infinite Tribulation begins, Chen Ping has now realized the meaning it represents.

I am afraid that after waiting, the speed of my cultivation needs to be accelerated. The rise of death, the devil is also a rebel, because he will affect his authority.

The scope of magic is extremely wide, and death is one of them, not to mention the balance saint.

Not to mention that the balance saint wants to seize the holy position of the only heavenly saint, and he has to shoulder the burden of resurrecting those who died in his sacrifices.

This is the great wish of heaven, and it cannot be changed. After the death is revived, the god-defying supernatural powers such as resurrection will inevitably be affected.

"You mean..."

At this time, the four cyan eyes also lit up, and they seemed to sense what Chen Ping meant, and it was like taking a reassurance pill for a while.

"That's right, as you think, Death Saint expected us to come, and at the same time he made all preparations. He has the idea of ​​negotiating with us, or we have what he wants in our hands."

Chen Ping has already accumulated a bit of experience after being used as a spearman by a saint of Hedao several times. For this thing, he has long understood that there must be a reason for him to come here. .

Chapter 391

"Let's go out first. If there is no accident, there are already people waiting outside."

Chen Ping's mind was full of thoughts, and he had already come to a conclusion. As he expected, as soon as the four eyes came out of chaos, after the clock space, the outside had already changed.

The blood mist became more intense, almost turning into blood water. As soon as Chen Ping came out, he noticed the changes around him.

In the blood mist, the aura of death that came from the nine secluded areas became more and more intense. Although the four eyes were stupid, they sensed something was wrong.

After the four eyes came out, he turned his head to look left and right, and said, "Sir, there is no one here to greet you, why did you just say this..."

"Don't worry, look, isn't this coming?"

The back of Chen Ping's head was cold for a while, and Tian Tian Huigen began to give him hints. He also understood that someone was coming, and the target was either someone else or him.

"Sure enough, as expected of someone who has long been doomed, my master is waiting for you ahead, don't waste your time here."

In the blood mist, a touch of black was particularly conspicuous. Chen Ping narrowed his eyes, trying to see the true face of the black figure. Under the eyes of Heaven and Earth, he couldn't see through the details of the thing.

The hair on his four eyes stood on end, and he seemed to sense something terrifying. The black figure clearly did not show any imposing manner, and just standing in the blood mist made him feel shivering.

"Sir, are we really going to go? I have some ominous hunch. I'm afraid it will be a disaster to go."

Siyan said worriedly, the mysterious person in front of him doesn't seem to be a good person. Although Chen Ping guessed that someone was coming to greet him, it may not be a good thing to let them pass.

"It doesn't matter, I want to see what kind of backhand this death saint has, and what gives him the confidence to try to go against all the saints."

It is impossible for Chen Ping to have no curiosity about the death saint, a saint from the ancient times and trying to subvert the current concept of death, a hero-like character, now in front of his eyes.

"You can stay here if you're afraid."

In the end, Chen Ping walked in front, and the four eyes were still hesitating. He turned around and added a sentence, and then the figure disappeared into the blood mist.

Looking at the position where Chen Ping disappeared, a string in his heart tightened, and he seemed to be worried about something, and soon he decided to keep up with it.

After entering the blood fog, Chen Ping clearly felt that these fogs are now different from what they used to be, and the shielding ability has been greatly increased, which means that there are fewer and fewer places that can be detected by the eyes of heaven and earth.

After speaking to Chen Ping, the black figure disappeared, leaving no trace, as if it had never existed in this world.

Chen Ping also walked forward according to what the mysterious man said, and he did not encounter any beasts and ghosts along the way, and there was no evil cultivator who did not have long eyes to stroke Chen Ping's tiger beard.

"This is the place where the ancient saint fell."

Chen Ping stood above a huge crack.

This crack spans the entire Yansuo Valley, and the Skeleton Mountain occupies almost six-tenths of the Yansuo Valley. It is no longer appropriate to call it the Skeleton Mountain.

Standing at one end of the crack, Chen Ping looked at the world with his eyes and couldn't even see the other end, and almost all the terrifying auras came from the abyss beneath his feet.

The breath of death under the earth is like a ghost, there is no blood mist in it, only the incomparable darkness, the breath of death that has condensed into a liquid, revealing the meaning of creatures not to approach.

"My lord, the underground is very dangerous. I don't know what I smelled is treasure, and what's more serious is death."

Standing on the cliff with four eyes, he couldn't help taking a deep breath. The bottomless abyss was in front of him. At this time, the legend of the Skeleton Mountain appeared in his heart.

"The place where the saint of death fell is inhabited by death. This is normal. The breath here will make every existence with life feel uncomfortable. Only the relatives of death can survive here."

As soon as Chen Ping finished speaking, he jumped forward and fell down, watching him calmly face death with four eyes.

The darkness in Chen Ping's eyes magnified infinitely, and the gust of wind blowing in his ears brought Ling Lie's death, and every time it penetrated the body, it took away a trace of life.

The performance of the four eyes was even more unbearable. The wind swept across the body, which was a bloodstain. The body had already penetrated thousands of holes. The four eyes could only be closed tightly, and they dared not look directly at the death underground.

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With a thud, Chen Ping felt that he had fallen into a pool of liquid. The water was so cold that it could almost completely freeze the soul. Such a chilling pool could almost be said to be a treasure.

Chen Ping's eyes are wide open, and the realization of underwater and underground has been greatly affected. Generally speaking, there is no problem with just seeing things.

It's just that his actions became dull. Of course, Chen Ping soon realized that it was not his body that became dull, but his soul began to become a little damaged.

This is a loss in some corners, and he did not take it to heart, but went deeper.

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After the four eyes fell into the water, a heart of remorse suddenly appeared. Maybe he shouldn't have followed Chen Ping.

As he went deeper into the water, Chen Ping's black hair turned snow-white, and his jade-like skin became wrinkled and had a little macular, as if millions of years had passed overnight.

The same is true of the changes in the four eyes. The breathing becomes heavier and heavier, and when he falls into the water, he can only let his body sink into the water, and his thinking begins to become rigid.

Chen Ping did not pay attention to the four eyes behind him. He was very keenly aware of the changes in his body, but he was not surprised, because the water not only has the power of death, but also the law of time.

Although he also understood the law of time, he did not have any restraint on these waters, and the speed of aging did not slow down at all, but further accelerated.

Soon, Chen Ping's thinking became slow to less than one-tenth of the period in the province. He didn't know how long he had been in the water. He had no concept of time in the water, no color, black and white was everything, the whole world.

The ethereal aura of death was the target Chen Ping wanted to approach. The water turned black, completely obscuring his sight.

Chen Ping's eyes have already become cloudy, even the eyes of heaven and earth are no exception.and.

Chapter 392

The eyes of the heaven and earth, which are no longer clear, cannot see anything at all in such a bad situation, and some are only silent.

In such an environment, Chen Ping felt remorse before he persisted for a moment, because the aura of death was so strong that it almost suffocated him the moment he first came into contact with it.

No matter how strong his perseverance is, he will be defeated here. There is a fog ahead, and no end can be seen. The only person who supports Chen Ping in his heart is his ethereal sixth sense.

The feeling that the natural wisdom root brings to Chen Ping is that, if he continues to go deeper, these sufferings will not be able to cause any substantial damage to him, but he almost feels the loss of the source at this moment.

The importance of the source is self-evident. When the source in the body is completely exhausted, then Chen Ping will die forever, and there is no hope of resurrection.

Unless there is an almighty that can reverse the time and space to reach this world, but that kind of hope is too elusive, and no one can resurrect a dead loser.

The natural wisdom root that supported Chen Ping was crumbling in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the magic eye of heaven and earth completely lost its function.

In this deep water, the only hope that can bring Chen Ping is the thin chaotic power in his body, the meager hope that has been brought by the innate wisdom.

When the Four Eyes were here, the speed of their descent became slower, despair had almost completely covered his heart, and the death without a head was like an eternal beast, trying to swallow him in one bite.

Life and failure are flashing in the eyes, like watching flowers on a horse, a low-end monster in the universe, becoming a saint, the hardships are far from what outsiders think.

"Perhaps, I can become a saint in this life, prove my bloodline, and leave the name of my race in this world, which is the ultimate attribution."