"Come out and chat." In a void of space, Shen Zhao frowned and murmured.

This is another dimension, the truth of this world, and the source of everything.

When Shen Zhao became the only extreme person, he followed the explorer's guidance and went to the place where the dream appeared and took a look. This one look actually caused many of Shen Zhao's views to collapse.

The system is always just something put out by the controllers. Even though it is magical, and even though it does not have any malicious intent, as long as there is a system, it is inevitable to follow certain things.

Of course, Shen Zhao was not talking about conspiracy, or he was simply not qualified to talk about conspiracy.

No matter whether it is a Shen Zhao in the past life or a Shen Zhao in this life, they are not qualified to make conspiracy theories.

In his previous life, it was not a system. He might have died of old age naturally and lived an ordinary life, or he might have become a victim of the struggle between the catastrophe and the controllers like all other living beings during the catastrophe.

As for the demon Xiaolong in this world, if there is no system, he will only focus on Blue Star, fight wits and courage with Xiaoyu, and finally fall into hell with the Holy Lord in the parallel world.

Becoming Xiaoyu's stepping stone, he didn't even have the opportunity to be exposed to madness.

Therefore, no matter what the purpose of the system is, the two gods are grateful for this change, and grateful to the system for allowing him to have everything he has now.

"Get ready, he won't let you down." The explorer looked at it for a while, then patted Curse Lan on the shoulder in a friendly tone.

The gods have always been the bosses of the past. Even if their power has fallen behind, they still burst out with extremely strong energy. Even the entire power of balance does not dare to explore here and hides around the ancestral star.

But to say that he can't see anyone would be an exaggeration and impossible. So he doesn't want to see himself. Even if he has everything he wants, he doesn't want to see him.

Where did the crazy one come from? They were once creatures who swore to protect their own iterations, but now they are driven by madness.

The faint voice of questioning spreads in this void, stirring the endless darkness, making the nothingness no longer nothingness.

The arrival of Bo Gang also made the battle become fierce. The first echelon of the six unique immortals all have regular immortals, and they all control the power of rules in this world.

Lu Dongbin smiled and murmured as if he was relieved: "Let's dance together!"

Whether it was the thoughts instilled in them by the world after the sixth evolution of Madness, or everything he saw himself, they all told him that what really hindered the development of the world was the controller.

At least, the dead tree cannot be left too lonely, and almost all the irrelevant personnel in the Abyss of Abandonment can come out. If they don't want to die, they know what to do.

I hope that something has gone wrong with the controller. If you don't want it, then I will do it myself.

They were all looking at this side from a distance, either with interest or with solemn expressions, but in short, they didn't interfere at all.

They want the world that they played with to return, but they are afraid that their authority will be taken back, and their power will be taken back.

Of course, it would be best if the world did not evolve. Even if time passes and even if the first iteration has disappeared for two generations, the controller can still restore everything to its original appearance.

At this moment, even Bo Gang's hatred for the gods seemed to be weakened, he just looked at it.

There was still no reply, as if some of his guesses were wrong, as if fate really couldn't hold on anymore, and even recovery was difficult.

I can't keep up.

It seems that I am missing something, what is it? The dignity of a devil? Or responsibility?

They control the original rules, they change the world at will, they play with time that is not yet perfect, and they create countless worlds and time streams.

The so-called territory is not worth mentioning at this moment. Top battlefields have never been accessible by relying on numbers and technology.

Boom!

The sudden sound of drums sounded like thunder, opening the final chapter.

After taking a deep look at the more and more beautiful flowers in the different dimension, his body gradually disappeared. Even though he existed, he still needed to prepare some things.

If you don’t have to play, then don’t play anymore.

They destroyed the true nascent world.

So what they want has never been to solve the catastrophe, what they want is just to preserve their own strength.

"Yes, it's been two whole generations. I've lived as long as I can, just let nature take its course." A cold female voice sounded, and a lotus bud bloomed in the void, attracting those who were looking at it eagerly.

"There's nothing to be afraid of in life, and nothing to worry about in death. Everything in the world will eventually wither. We have prevented it from withering for too long. Let the rest be left to fate." A cold male voice spread in the vacuum, and at this moment a hundred flowers bloomed,

The whole starry sky is beautifully decorated.

They can actually continue to be cool for a hundred and twenty years, but no one seems to do that.

Therefore, it is understandable that the state of destiny is not good, otherwise there would be no dreams and parallel worlds.

They are fighting to end their lives!

Zhang Guolao's old figure rang out, his tone full of emotion and relief.

As for whether they can pick this fruit or something, the big deal is just a fight. Anyway, if Xiaoyu and the others don't have it, there's no point in surviving on their own.

In the void, Demon Lord did not know when he came to the frantic camp, and the excitement in his eyes became more and more intense. This iteration is really getting more and more interesting.

In the void, a pair of scarlet eyes appeared, Curlan stared expressionlessly, and the other demons were silent.

But all the information told him that his guess was right. The catastrophe was just a kind of evolution and sublimation. Only the death of the world could bring new vitality and allow the real world to bloom completely.

But. If I had never had it, I would not have fantasized about it. But now that I have it all, giving it up will no longer be an option.

"That's all, that's all, it's such a beautiful scenery, let's see me dancing with you all."

What if you control the rules, or even become part of the rules? The rules are always the world's, and no matter how you resist, you will just survive.

Destiny has lasted for two generations at this time. Even if he is much stronger than the explorer himself, the time and pressure he endures are not the same.

The sound of the flute that pierced the sky penetrated the mind, and the rapid sound of the castanets accompanied by the arrival of the strong wind kicked off the divine battle.

Even if they are the only ones, they seem to be equally matched.

Dikui looked up at the sky, hearing the songs of the tauren in his ears, and his eyes gradually became dull.

The explorer is always just an abandoned abyss, but destiny is the entire world, and it is still a world that never stops expanding.

"It's really good, Mad, don't hold back anymore, let's go to another dimension!"

The war of the gods and the iterative change cannot be stopped. Even the devil's self-confidence seems particularly fragile in this only war.

"With so many iterations, we are no longer able to fight anymore."

He turned around and glanced at the old man. This may be the only accident that occurred during the test.

The celestial music becomes more rapid, and the flowers become more vivid.

Ximu's body was empty, and his trembling body no longer trembled. It was as if a huge burden had been lifted off his back, and the whole demon felt relaxed.

The expression of the god in the dark became more and more solemn. The leader, Lu Dongbin, raised his hands and looked at his own hands, and a soft sigh came from his mouth.

"Don't you save them?" Ju Lan's calm voice sounded, but he didn't move at all.

Even if you can resist this fate of annihilation, you may truly sleep forever.

Otherwise, how can 120,000 years be enough?

Testing the road is really testing the road, it is just a test.

The explorers held up the Abyss of Abandonment for an entire epoch, which was a baptism of time of six quadrillion years.

Shen Zhao turned around and looked around. Nothingness and empty darkness was everything here. There were no stars, no light. There was only the color that should belong to nothingness, that is. Darkness, pure black, without a trace of variegated color.

They play with the world as they please, turning everything into what they want.

The rough singing accompanied by the tinkling sound represents the tranquility here.

In a parallel universe, the immortal gods are the Eight Immortals, but the Eight Immortals are not the immortal gods. The Eight Immortals in this universe are considered a thief.

If it weren't for the Dragon King, the Abyss of Abandonment would have collapsed long ago, which meant that they would be exhausted by the time they reached that state.

That way, even if the world enters a new era, they will still be superior and can still change all the rules at will.

A fierce look flashed in Shen Zhao's eyes, he was a devil, he overturned this table, how could he do it.

——

battlefield.

But now we are in the middle of the Second Era, and the controllers have been playing against the Great Tribulation for so long that most of the controllers have died in this game.

"Are you really seriously injured and on the verge of death? Or are you really afraid to see me?"

The indestructible bloody spear now penetrated the dimensional barrier, dragging this war to another dimension.

What does the Great Tribulation want? After so many experiences and the system's unabashed information disclosure, Shen Zhao also has some views on the truth.

Nowadays, there is no single god. If they rush forward, there is no difference between them and death.

"It doesn't matter. It's the last iteration anyway. I've seen so many scenery on the road and I'm tired. When this iteration is over, it's just a good time to take a rest, right?"

It's just that the world is always the world, and the controllers who control the rules, when the world that gave birth to the rules really wants to recycle it all, they can't save themselves at all.

When the world was about to be overturned because of this kind of teasing and this kind of change, they became saviors. They were busy, running around, working hard, and planning.

A giant hand from the depths of the universe reached out, but its fingers were easily cut off by the sword light. A blow from another dimension was easily blocked by Lotus.

Zheng~

The sharp sword was unsheathed, and cold light shone in all directions.

This is not against the Eight Immortals, just the immortal gods.

"I have a death wish, how to save me?"
To be continued...