At this moment, Ning Yi reversed his destiny!

But Ning Yi knew.

It was precisely because I took the word "Fate" that I changed my destiny here.

The fate of everyone has not changed.

If he does not take the word "life" tonight, Mengshan Town will be submerged and Yu Qingshui will not be able to leave this mountain...

Then, there will naturally be no "living gods" in later generations, and there will be no Xu Qingke who will ignite the tide five hundred years later.

There will be no one. Now we are crossing time and space to save Yu Qingshui himself.

The two volumes of life word scrolls spanning time and space, plus the volume of time, make all this a perfect circle.

"Boom--"

At the bottom of the fog river, the suppression of the word "life" was lost.

The entire riverbed was broken, and the Mengshan area was collapsing. There was an amazing gully that bloomed deep in the earth. Thousands of shadow fish flew away with a sharp blow. They no longer collided towards Ning Yi and Xu Qingyan, but rushed to the shore. For a moment, the mountain jungle collapsed, and the invisible barrier covering the Mengshan area turned into ashes!

Ning Yi and Xu Qingyan were suspended in front of the huge ravine.

This was Ning Yi's first time staring face to face with the Dark Abyss.

Through the gap, he saw a huge vertical pupil, almost close to himself... The entire fog river meandered and twisted, as if it was just a talisman that suppressed this huge evil spirit.

This is a glimpse that spans countless time and space.

The volume of time and the volume of fate all emit violent tremors.

That gap opens faster and closes faster—

There was a dazzling sword light that slashed down from the upstream of the long river of time, slashing onto the vertical pupils!

In an instant, the fog river roared angryly, and the huge evil spirit suddenly became furious, poking out his arms, as if he wanted to tear open the gap and drill out.

That sword light is the real world's ultimate speed.

After breaking through the long river of time, it will arrive in a moment.

A sword travels far away, more than a thousand miles?

This sword may be ten thousand years apart.

Ning Yi was stunned.

The old man who controls the sword is wearing a wide white robe, just like parting in the back mountain.

The old man did not look back, but just faced the huge evil spirit and spoke softly.

"Don't hurt my disciples."

He slashed with one sword.

The child whistles forever.

The entire fog river flows for hundreds of miles and explodes.

The evil spirit wailed, and the gaps were broken.

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