The dark clouds above his head were as if they were close to each other, full of depression and condensation. The angry sea waves appeared under his feet, and one fierce but dark whirlpool after another was causing him to fall from afar... Ji Xing looked around in a daze, not understanding why he suddenly was in the extreme south of the East China Sea, feeling a sense of inexplicable panic, in danger of danger, and inescapable of doom.

Hurry!

Accompanied by a huge roar, the waves surged more than a hundred feet, and almost swallowed Ji Xing. His eyes were straightened, and he saw the seabed collapse layer by layer, as if it had begun to completely collapse. Countless objects in the deep sea became corpses without resistance, and the corpses were immediately destroyed.

Such destruction spreads in all directions, as if it was about to affect the entire real world. A rich black meaning spreads, and there are evil things that make people's scalp numb in the darkness.

"This is the end of the era of the propaganda of the Luo Cult, the end of the doomsday?" Ji Xing suddenly had this idea in his heart, and he became even more frightened.

At this moment, he found that he had two things in his hand that he had never seen before. His left hand was an ordinary wooden box, which seemed to contain nothing, and his right hand held an ancient stone tablet half a person tall, with four ancient seal scripts written on it: "Yuxu Su Meng".

"Yuxu Su Meng, isn't this the name of the master?" Ji Xing seemed to remember something, and a flash of inspiration suddenly threw the stone tablet and ordinary wooden box into the sea where the waves were endless.

Two things sank into the sea, the wind and waves immediately subsided, the layers of collapse at the bottom of the sea were curbed, becoming eased, and the doomsday scene was empty.

"It's really useful!" After the depression was eliminated, Ji Xing's body felt ecstasy and he couldn't help but shout.

With this call, he suddenly woke up. All he saw had faded away. In front of him was the simple environment in the thatched hut. His master was sitting cross-legged, swallowing and spitting the first ray of purple air in the morning.

At this time, the previous memory slowly returned to Ji Xing's mind. Yesterday, after worshiping the ancestor Yuanshi Tianzun and the master Yuanhuang Tianzun, he officially included in the door wall. He learned that the unknown martial arts he had practiced in the past were the evolution of the general outline of the "Seven Swords of the Sky". He was really surprised, so he stayed here and asked his master for his teachings and guidance. He did not meditate until midnight to practice. Unexpectedly, he had a nightmare!

After stepping into the outdoor scene, I had few normal dreams, let alone nightmare... Ji Xing frowned slightly, his heart was full of doubts, and his eyes were randomly looking around.

Suddenly, his eyes sternly, and he saw an ordinary wooden box placed in front of the statue of Emperor Yuan, and a half-person-high stone tablet beneath it. The ancient smell was beyond words.

Really, these two things are really... Ji Xing was startled and instinctively looked at his master He Mu, but saw that his eyes were half open and half closed, and he was still focused on cultivation, without any awareness of external affairs.

Confused, expected, shocked, and mixed emotions. Ji Xing leaned over carefully and reached out to touch the half-human-high stone tablet. Unlike what he saw in his dream, there was no seal script on it.

As soon as the contact was made, the stone tablet suddenly shrank, turned into a palm-sized size, and fell into Ji Xing's hand, and the ordinary wooden box also slid down.

Ji Xing caught the wooden box and had a guess in his heart:

"Is it because the master of the dream that he borrowed some? Let me put these two things into the extreme south of the East China Sea?"

"There seems to be the weakest part of the real world. Where will Jiuyou's erosion and the arrival of doomsday begin?"

As his thoughts fluctuated, Ji Xing hid two things. When his master He Mu finished breathing, he tried a few words. Seeing that he was completely ignorant, he concealed the matter and continued to accept guidance.

Half a month later, Ji Xinghu's friend led his companion away from the island where he was born, then found an excuse to leave the team, quietly heading south, and heading straight to the extreme south of the East China Sea that I saw in my dream.

After teleportation and flight, the sea area appeared in Ji Xing's eyes. The sky was blue, cloudless, and sunny, without any expected dark clouds, while the sea surface was soothing, fish leaping on the boat, without any dreams of the world collapse and the doomsday was coming.

Ji Xing frowned and looked at this scene. After thinking for a long time, he had no idea. He finally decided not to care about anything else and just sink two things to the bottom of the sea.

He took out the stone tablet and saw that there was no blank space on it. Ji Xing thought for a while, stretched out his finger, and tried to write.

The touch was cold, and the fingers were drilled in. Ji Xinglong and the phoenix danced. He wrote four ancient seal scripts, "Yuxu Su Meng", and then threw it and an ordinary wooden box to the sea, watching them sink and float.

No change happened. Ji Xing waited for a long time and finally shook his head and left.

His figure had just disappeared from this sea area, and a whirlwind curled up in the air, poked out a fluffy palm, and grabbed the ordinary wooden box.

The person who came was the Nine Spirit Yuansheng!

When it was guarding Jiuyou, it had received a piece of news from Meng Qi that it took away the wooden box here and handed it to the Qing Emperor!

The wooden box is not made of special materials, and the situation inside has emerged in the heart of the Nine Spirit Yuan Saint, empty and empty!

What is this hint? While guessing the meaning of the simple wooden box, Jiuling Yuansheng looked deeply at the stone tablet that sank to the bottom of the sea. His figure flashed and returned to the Fusang ancient tree realm and met the Qing Emperor.

Qingdi took the wooden box, opened the lid, and exposed the empty space inside.

At this moment, as the aura of the ancient Fusang tree dissipated, the empty space suddenly shaking, and a ripples began. It seemed that an unformed illusion fruit appeared, but nothing was left.

"It's made of something out of nothing..." Jiuling Yuansheng's eyes were calm, and this thought suddenly popped up in his heart.

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Meng Qi sat upright on the top of the dark mountain in Jiuyou, attracting creatures who accidentally entered Jiuyou from time to time, and asked them to send one green jade box after another to the Fusang ancient tree realm.

Of course, none of them was successfully delivered, but it only set off a confrontation between great powers of all forces.

I don't know how long it took, but he suddenly opened his eyes that were always closed, his eyes dark, as if he was tolerating everything, and even time was no exception.

At this time, a flame suddenly rose in the Tushita Palace, and a box carved into mutton fat fell directly into Jiuyou from thirty-three days away and fell in front of Meng Qi.

Holding the jade box, slowly opening it, a flag that looks like a banner but not a banner, or an axe appears in Meng Qi's eyes. It is filled with a trace of innate chaos, which seems heavy and extremely illusory. The two Taoist patterns with the original roots are written with names:

"Pangu!"

Pangu Banner!

Yuanshi Tianzun’s strongest magic weapon!

However, what Meng Qi saw was only the illusory Tao, not the authentic one, but the ancient and vicissitudes of life were not inferior to the slightest.

This is the "Kaitian Fruit" cut out by Yuanshi Tianzun? Just like the "Dao Yi Seal" that was originally given to me today. I was worried that I would refuse and would not take it. Meng Qi's eyes were deep and there was no slight wave. He stuck out his right hand, held the Pangu Banner, and activated the Wuji Seal.

I don’t know how long it took, but maybe three or five years later, the Pangu Banner has disappeared, and Meng Qi’s feeling is becoming more and more vague.

He slowly stood up, suddenly looked beyond the Nine Netherworld, looked at the underworld, the empty hometown, and saw the bright and round moon.

The sight suddenly had an intersection, and the nothingness outside the Nine Netherworld suddenly boiled, and then returned to chaos.

Yesterday's debt, come to pay for it today!

A sword appeared behind Meng Qi. The sword was the King of Kings and the sword was the sword of the Human Emperor. The two intersected, and purple light and light gold danced together.

He closed his lips tightly, looked indifferent, carried a sword on his back, and walked step by step outside Jiuyou. He seemed to have no concealment of his own actions. He wanted to break free from the sea of ​​suffering openly, and did not wait for the opportunity for Maitreya to attack the other shore.

As for whether Maitreya will seize this opportunity, that is another matter.
Chapter completed!