When the tenth thunder of the Nine Colors descended, Mo Yu seemed to have reached a perfection.

It is like a bubble hanging between heaven and earth. When the mind moves, you can go to any place.

But because of this, it becomes rootless duckweed, missing something extremely critical.

Mo Yu didn't know what was missing, but he instinctively generated intuition.

This is extremely important to him...even more important than the nine colors and ninety heavenly thunders I experienced before.

When he was confused and anxious, his heart gradually became anxious, a throbbing suddenly appeared in his heart.

So, Mo Yu raised his head and looked for the source of the breath that made him palpitations.

I saw the nihilistic area that came to the nine-colored thunder.

Then, a thought is crazy and uncontrollable, and it grows from the hearts of others.

Could it be that after the Nine-Colored Heavenly Thunder, there is even higher...

As soon as this thought appeared, it firmly occupied his entire mind.

But now, he has borrowed the breath of the three realms of the Great World, the Overseas Heaven, and the Outer Realms to attract ten nine-colored thunders.

There is no license in hand.

But soon, Mo Yu thought that he actually had a card.

This card is himself!

The breath of the outer world, the breath of the overseas sky, and the breath of the big world all come from his current body.

This person is nominally called "Xiao Chen".

He has his true self.

So, at that moment, Mo Yu released the aura belonging to the body without hesitation.

Then the ten-colored thunder came to Butian Peak so resolutely!

Mo Yu could clearly feel the surging murderous intent contained in the ten-colored thunder.

Compared with all the previous superposition of thunder, it is even more terrifying.

However, it still failed to tear apart the protection of Butian Peak.

So, Mo Yu was betting right in this game.

He has gained a fortune that even himself cannot imagine.

In the silver rune, floating in the pure thunder power, it was sucked into the body for the moment.

The three completely confrontational auras of foreign land, overseas sky, and the great world have begun to merge quickly.

Even the original aura is ready to join in.

It was at this moment that the ancestral land shook!

...

The silver runes are the most essential existence that radiates silver light from Butian Peak.

It does not belong to this world, nor is it possible to appear in this world.

But the appearance of Mo Yu is like a variable that turns the impossible into facts.

Therefore, the ten-colored thunder that was even more impossible to appear came to the great world.

The ancestor spirit was injured!

It could have prevented this from happening, and when the silver rune appeared, it would have cut off everything possible.

But coincidentally, not long ago, it had just rioted once, and was suppressed coldly, and its consciousness was forced to fall into a deep sleep.

That's why there are omissions.

Mo Yu is a variable, because of his appearance, it triggered more variables.

In the end, this result occurred.

Perhaps there is a destiny in the dark!

But when ten thunders came, the ancestor spirit woke up from his sleep, so it was impossible to allow things to continue.

Therefore, it did not hesitate to seriously damage itself, and used brutal means to tear apart the imprisonment in an instant, and pressed on the nothingness that came to the sky thunder.

...

Where the Black Lake is located, the black mountain and Mo Yu's figure suddenly disappeared. It did not really disappear, but was directly shocked into nothingness by the terrifying force.

The palm print composed of countless cracks fell to the place where the sky thunder came, and the whole world fell into silence in an instant.

Time, space... everything becomes nothingness and has no meaning anymore.

Only destruction!

Mo Yu's eyes suddenly opened.

With a wave of his sleeve, the terrifying power swept in front of him, a short pause occurred when he waved his sleeve.

His face was slightly pale, and he stepped on his feet and his figure retreated suddenly, and he was about to avoid the terrible power that came to his attack.

He didn't know whether it was the Ten-colored Thunder that was too strong to tear open the defense of Butian Peak, or it deliberately put in this destructive power.

But now, Mo Yu was not mindful and thought about this many things. In his mind, there were chaotic and fragmented pictures constantly flashing.

...

On the earth, countless ancestors who were wearing animal skins and had cumbersome faces, crawled on the ground, constantly worshiping the towering altar, with awe in their expressions.

At the same time, above the head, beyond the endless distance, a ray of light was whistling forward.

This light is pure darkness, but it is so dazzling in the darkness.

It is like a black comet, exiled in eternal darkness, and will never find a way back.

Then, at a certain moment, the black light suddenly trembled slightly.

It felt something, and a silver eye emerged from it.

Noble, indifferent, but also has fatigue that cannot be concealed.

The silver eyes turned and slowly locked in one direction, and then the black comet turned suddenly.

The sky on the altar shook without warning and then collapsed with a bang. After a brief shock, the ancestors who were kneeling on the ground showed an extremely excited expression, with a more pious expression, and kept kowtowing and worshiping, shouting something loudly.

But their piety and awe did not bring the pity they deserved. The collapsed sky produced countless fragments of space. Instead, they did not dissipate, but condensed into a solid substance under some unknown force.

Falling from the sky is like... terrifying huge rocks!

call out--

call out--

The shrill sound of breaking through the air sounded, and the ancestors showed horror on their faces, but it was too late.

The space fragments fell heavily on the ground, and the entire earth was trembling violently.

Cracked rage, and countless ancestors were buried.

Blood dyed the earth red!

...

A black mountain appears deep in the world, it is so majestic, like the residence of a god.

So here, without surprise, became a place where hundreds of millions of creatures worshipped in this world.

It seemed that there was some invisible power on the mountain. All the ancestors who entered and left again looked ecstatic.

Gradually, the world began to change.

Countless powerful forces surged out, which also amplified the darkness in their hearts.

So chaos arose.

One by one, powerful tribes fell between blood and flames, and countless creatures turned into ashes.

But in war, the world becomes stronger and stronger.

The status of the black mountain is becoming more and more noble. The ancestors seem to have forgotten everything that happened a long time ago. They respected it, worshiped it, and regarded it as the center of the world.

...

The war is coming.

Countless ancestors rushed to the end of the world with endless awe.

There, there is a slowly opened door that can send them into another world.

But war is cruel. Every day and every moment, countless ancestors die and are buried in another world.

I don’t know how long it has passed, and when the creatures in the entire world have been reduced to nearly half, the war finally ended.

The whole world is silent in a depression and sorrow.
To be continued...