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Chapter 88

Words:2094Update:22/06/27 05:48:13

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"Return to the embrace of the origin of all life."

Fu Qingjun smiled.

At that time, the Sun Gold Tower Dynasty was destroyed. He absorbed the gods and demons, and his entire body underwent a drastic transformation.

Right now, the sorcerer civilization would also become a huge disaster, and he could absorb their souls.

It was like planting a seed, growing fruit, and returning.

Fu Qingjun did not care about this disaster in the Demon World. What did it have to do with him who won the war of chaos in the Dark World, even if they were ruled by evil?

To him, they were all ants …

The dimension of the ant civilization …

He gave life to them, and no matter how they went through, he was only responsible for retrieving them.

This was an equivalent exchange.

Unless it really violated the interests of the civilization and hindered the advancement of the Ant Demon Country.

Fu Qingjun only looked at the ruins of Earth quietly. "What will I be like after the third transformation?"

He kept absorbing the soul primers of the Fourth Realm.

...

Every second counted on the battlefield on Earth.

"Too much, too much!"

Looking at the powerful figures of the black-winged angels, everyone's hearts sank.

"Huh? This Fourth Realm didn't let Liana break through, but you? "

A dominator-level Dark Angel finally arrived. His eyes were cold as he strode through the air step by step in an extremely stable manner. "My name is You Xi. I don't know what happened, but you are very impressive to be able to kill other Fourth Realms. Was it a sneak attack with a sonic wave attack?"

Jiang Yang did not speak. He was on the verge of collapsing.

"No matter how strong you are, you won't be able to stop the encirclement."

You Xi laughed out loud. It was a cruel laugh.

"I like people with guts like you! They use their blood and bones to show their unyielding and tenacity. I've killed hundreds of people like you, but you are different. Not everyone can kill their way here. "

"But why?" You Xi tilted her head.

"For the pugilistic world," Jiang Yang said.

"Pugilistic world? What's that?" You Xi was confused. "For the people of this world, you want to carry out your wishes so that even if you die, you will be remembered by the future generations?"

Remembered by the future generations?

No, I want to remember it myself.

I am …

The humans of the future!

Jiang Yang's consciousness was in a trance.

He didn't know if this was a dream from the distant prehistoric times …

However, he had indeed gained a lot.

The discovery of the Fourth Realm and the gift from the myths and legends of the prehistoric civilization gave the entire Pugilistic World a brand new future.

Since these martyrs changed the fate of our descendants, then they should also try to change the ancient tragedy. Even if it's just a dream, it's worth it.

"You guys leave. There's only the last part of the road left. I'll block their elite squad." Jiang Yang's voice was hoarse. His words were short, but powerful.

"Let's go."

Professor Nasica roared as she looked at the back of the figure blocking in front of her. "We're almost there. Although we don't have the protection of the Fourth Realm anymore, what's left is a battle of the same realm. We have to fight our way out."

"Charge!" Jiang Yu waved a large flag and shouted from the front section of the Quetzalcoatlus train.

Boom!!

The train behind them began to move at high speed, carrying the experts, witches, survivors, and young hope. They were all fighting hard behind them.

Duke Moreton also joined the fray, bathed in blood.

He was already middle-aged, and was far inferior to a genius like Jiang Yang, who only appeared once every few hundred years. Not to mention, he was only a Third Realm Grandmaster, not much stronger than the other experts around him.

Boom!

"You're a respectable emperor. Although I don't know why you weren't famous before, dying in battle is the best ending." Duke Moreton's voice came from afar. "I'll send you on your way."

Rays of light shone brilliantly, and many killing techniques were unleashed.

Jiang Yang was already exhausted. His blood had dried up, and most of his body was in tatters. His organs had shattered, but he still stood resolutely.

The train sped away. Many people on the train couldn't help but sob.

"This is very similar to that ancient emperor. He once suppressed the Forbidden Dark Regions alone. Although he couldn't suppress the collapsing world, he shouldered everything on his shoulders and pulled out a ray of hope for the world!"

He saved his race and stood up at the last moment. He was a hero.

On the second level.

"Charge!"

"Continue down."

"Forget about victory, just saving a trace of civilization is already so difficult."

"Our civilization is being invaded. Run, children! As long as we're alive, there's hope!"

Countless people shouted.

The lower they went, the closer they got to the Abyss Demon World. Large numbers of Fallen Angels surged out.

Countless people fought valiantly, carving out a path of blood. Blood bloomed, and the ground was dyed with a magnificent sad song.

Duke Moreton had also fallen.

Even though Ariana The Great was at the same level as them and had unfathomable power, she couldn't bear it. There were simply too many of them. She was surrounded and killed, and her body was covered in blood.

Finally, they arrived at the first level of the tower. The door was right in front of them.

There was endless light in front of them. It was dusk, but it represented hope.

"We …"

Looking back, almost everyone on Quetzalcoatlus who could fight had died. Only a few young descendants and clansmen were left.

"Let's go."

Ariana The Great fell silent for a moment, then walked out of the building. She led the remaining people into the fog.

She said resolutely, "I'll be back."

Sob sob sob sob!

Countless people cried.

Someone recorded this scene in an eternal mural.

Countless survivors cried. A train walked out of the tower and into the depths of the white fog.



Soon, Nasika and Jiang Yu, who were lucky enough to survive, split up.

Nasica chose to stay in the ruins, waiting to observe the destruction of the Maya Civilization. She was crazy and was ready to die. Even if she died, she would record the last epic song of the civilization.

Jiang Yu followed Liana into the unknown prehistoric white fog and walked into the distant future.

They left the building and stepped into the white fog.

A Quetzalcoatlus did not fly. It wandered alone on the ground, gradually moving further and further away. Jiang Yu was getting more and more tired from the continuous crazy journey.

Her consciousness was also gradually blurred, as if her soul was gradually leaving and returning to reality. Her surroundings gradually shattered and shattered.

Suddenly, Ariana The Great's voice came from beside her, but she could no longer hear it clearly.

She was in a trance. Her surroundings were cracking, as if broken mirrors were falling to the ground.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the very real ceiling of the car. Tears filled her eyes.

"Is this really a distant dream?"

"My consciousness has indeed temporarily passed through the space-time wormhole!"

Perhaps, she seemed to have changed everything, but in fact, what they saw was only a remnant image of history, a mirage. The real history had not changed. Without sending Liana out, history had already died.

We are all the dust of history.

When she saw the weight of history, the girl only felt a deep sense of helplessness from being bound by fate. She almost couldn't breathe.

"Sob sob sob."

Li Yi's cries came from beside her. He was sobbing softly outside the car. This strong and strong man was crying like a little girl.

The people beside him also woke up one after another. Their eyes were all red, and they looked at each other silently.

This was like a heroic epic dream. The civilization in the fog and the people who stood in front of them were filled with heroic spirit, heroic and elegiac.

"Praise the Nameless Existence for letting us pass through the ancient times before history."

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