Exhaling a puff of black smoke, Xian Zixianzun lay down on the ground in disbelief.

A trace of crawling black hair in the black fluffy afro, stubbornly and unyieldingly showed to Tianlei the last trace of dignity of an immortal.

The thunder is like thunder, the sky and the earth are endless.

Ren Zhengdao is confused and unable to stop the surge of darkness.

Talking about hundreds of lifetimes on earth, now they are just waves.

The young man stood in front of the dark age, letting the wind blow and taking it indifferently.

The little boy watched the boy's personality index rising steadily, and became even more depressed, but he also got up from the ground.

I wanted to lie down for a while longer, but it was really irritating to see the young man standing there shamelessly, as if this feat had been done by him a long time ago.

"I did this."

The little boy pinched his waist and roared to the sky, showing indescribable heroism and spirit.

The whole world responded to it.

Dark times, hence the excitement.

As if a backbone has been found, the dark tide becomes more turbulent, and the dark wave becomes more manic.

The sky that was originally covered with dark clouds was suffused with black clouds, turning into a scorching black curtain, obscuring prehistoric times.

The surviving creatures sobbed helplessly, with hope quietly dissipating in their eyes.

The earth fell, the human world became extinct, and the heaven suffered an unprecedented attack.

The wave of darkness is a lingering shadow that survivors cannot shake off.

The light is no longer visible. In this era, hope is so slim.

"Nanny is like mother. Mom, please don't leave her. Nanny must be obedient in the future."

A little girl with a high fever and a woman's body that was already cold.

Is what the young people are struggling to support a hell of despair or a cradle of hope?

"Father, why are you doing this? Isn't the life of prehistoric creatures not life?"

The young man's eyes were bloodshot, and the pure thunder clouds had become thin and fragile.

In this dark land, besides life and death, there is actually a third choice.

"I can't stand it anymore. Even if I turn into a monster, I don't want to endure this hopeless life." A disheveled man rushed out of the pure land and plunged into the darkness himself.

The boundary between life and death is blurred, and the distance between humans and monsters is so close.

What was stirred up by the dark wave was not corpses, but monsters staring eagerly.

He lost his humanity and became acquainted with the darkness. Now he is back and wants to feed on humans.

The young man turned back and took one last look at the survivors.

The number of living creatures in the past has decreased one by one, and now there are less than a hundred people.

"The sins committed by the father must be paid for by the son!"

Yuanchu sat down cross-legged, surrounded by clouds and mist, and intertwined with thunder and lightning.

The moist cool breeze blew over every survivor's face, soothing them from all uneasiness and pain.

The wind blows the stars, and the clouds and mist separate life and death.

The patron saint of survivors, in the sound of sobbing, turned into the most beautiful sculpture, cutting off death and immortality, leaving the fire of survival for life.

As a guardian, he once passed down the cultivation method to mankind. Now he is reincarnated, but he regards a thief as his father. This life is a shame!

The darkness is boundless, but it cannot break through the dusk clouds.

No matter how weird it is, it can't resist the true feelings of the world.

The power of guardianship is a light that illuminates the dark road.

Yuan Chen felt something in his heart and looked towards the light.

With the heartbeat palpitating, the boy's body disappeared and reappeared in front of the sculpture.

The thunder cloud and mist did not block Yuan Chen, allowing him to enter easily.

"You brat, did daddy let you die?"

Yuan Chen pointed towards the center of the sculpture's eyebrows, hoping to revive Yuan Chu.

But after Yuanchu sensed Yuan Chen's aura, he died even faster.

At the same time, perhaps sensing the fluctuations in the clouds, the surrounding monsters began to gather and rush towards this direction.

"Come back!"

Never try to wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep, and never try to revive a person who has a belief that he will die.

Yuan Chen transcended reincarnation and had immense magical power, but he could not use his supreme power to save him.

Roars came from all directions, which was the horn of the monster in the darkness starting to attack.

"How dare a bunch of rubbish bully my son!"

The light of the sword shoots into the sky, and the brightness regrets the past and present.

Taking history as a mirror, all mirrors in prehistory were shattered in the light of this sword.

Even this dark age is beginning to falter and is about to be completely annihilated.

"roll!"

The young man roared, and the torrent of darkness rushed in all directions with the Pure Land of Yuanchen Cloud and Mist as its core.

It's like hitting an iron plate and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The light shone on the earth and the sun smiled, but a sword light passed by and the sun exploded.

The stars arrived as expected, the moon bent, and a glance swept over it, and the moon disappeared.

The sky and the earth began to shatter like glass.

The prehistoric era will eventually come to an end.

Later generations will think about it again, and there are no prehistoric footprints.

Throughout history, there are no prehistoric records!

Whether there was civilization or humans in prehistory has become an ancient mystery!

[Brother Yuanchen, I have a way to save Yuanchu. The nine-color star seal of Nuwa's clone can make Yuanchu reborn, but he will forget everything after rebirth, and he will even hate you. 】

Yuan Chen's eyes lit up and he said: "Seriously!"

This kid dares to hate me. If he dares to hate me, I will kill him!

Following Luo Shen Bing's instructions, Yuan Chen began to save Yuan Chu.

This child was hatched by Yuan Chen with blood.

He bleeds the blood of Yuan Chen, and that is his child of Yuan Chen.

No one can be bullied except himself.

Finally, the nine-color star seal of Nuwa's clone was driven into Yuanchu's body.

Sure enough, after a moment, the sculpture began to glow.

While his mind was relaxing, Yuan Chen suddenly realized something and said in a low voice: "Luo Shen Bing, isn't this also your arrangement?"

[I am not in the service area, please contact me after the marriage.]

Yuan Chen: "..."

Since Luo Shenbing became a woman, she has become more and more unreasonable!

I simply don’t take him seriously as a man!

Nine-colored rays of light appeared, and a sudden popping sound was heard.

A nine-colored egg rolled to the ground.

Yuan Chen: "..." My son laid an egg and asked me what breed it was.

The nine colors break through the sky and repair the world.

Prehistory has passed, and the light of Nuwa fills the sky.

The survivors had their memories wiped away and became the first generation of the new world.

Times go by, and the world changes.

Just over ten years have passed, and this new era known as the prehistoric era has begun to glow with new vitality.

Yuan Chen held the egg that had not yet hatched and turned around to enter the ancient tomb.

Ancient tombs ignore the limitations of time and space.
To be continued...