Apocalyptic Forecast

Perhaps the projection of Yudaishan was too stable. After more than half an hour, the projection of Jianmu across the sky slowly dissipated as the stigmata collapsed.

Feeling the return of the young man and the buried bone sanctuary, Huai Shi couldn't help but want to cry.

Not moved.

It's too uncomfortable...

It seemed that after getting used to the fresh air, he was kicked into the gas chamber again, making it difficult to breathe.

Originally, the Heavenly Kingdom's pedigree was too sensitive to the event record itself, not to mention that Huai Shi still had the book of destiny in his body. The history remaining in **** would almost instinctively be entangled in his soul.

This violent dizziness was even stronger before.

At the moment of recovery, Huaishi staggered, and darkness appeared before her eyes.

Falling into a nightmare-like hallucination again.

"Just the last step."

A figure dangling a pipe leaned forward, his vague face seemed to be smiling: "Soon, **** will become heaven... The true power will be born in your hands and will never die."

He stretched out his hand and offered salvation toward the Huai poetry in the mire.

But when Huai Shi squeezed that palm, what she felt was not happiness and peace, but indescribable...despair.

At that moment, he fell into a deeper abyss.

Countless twisted limbs entangled him, pulling him downward, to a darker place.

"Please help me..."

The hoarse prayer echoed in my ears, and I kept screaming: "Please..."

"Too annoying!"

Huai Shi roared in self-consciousness, and the axe blade cut off: "You have all been dead for tens of millions of years, okay, there are no ashes, how can people be saved! Do you want me to give up my body to borrow the corpse for you to recover! "

The darkness is broken.

At that moment, Huai Shi opened her eyes.

Breathing hard.

Yuan Yuan looked at Huai Shi's face uneasy: "Teacher, are you okay?"

"It's just a nightmare."

Huai Shi shook his head and subconsciously pressed the pinhole on his arm.

If it were not for the great master's spiritual stabilizer, he might be dragged into a deeper record, and it would be difficult to get rid of the past history of this piece of land.

It was like being almost trapped in the library of deep **** when I first used the Book of Destiny.

Now, I don't know if it is because of the height increase or the reactivation of the Twilight Country, Huai Shi has discovered that the broken records remaining in the air have become more and more active and restless.

It's like emanating from a huge source of gravity.

There is something like a star, radiating endless pain and despair all the time...

"...Sun-forge!"

Huai Shi's complexion changed and she suddenly noticed this.

With the revitalization of the town of dusk and the reactivation of the heart of the permafrost, the sun-shaker hidden in the depths of **** will definitely wake up again, and even return to its heyday state thousands of years ago!

The existence that guides a world to death, if you compare it to the current situation...

Natural enemy?

This guess made Huai Shi's hair stand upright in an instant, looking up at the giant projection of the dome giant, and the iron crystal seat suspended in the sky.

He didn't believe that the Grand Master hadn't guessed this.

But what does he mean?

Here in the end...

Chaos thoughts continued to emerge from Huai Shi's heart, as if only a little bit from the final truth, but through the layer of window paper, it could not be really touched.

In countless thoughts, countless times and the key point passed by.

Until the final roar interrupted his thoughts.

At that moment, with the abrupt cessation of the rise of the land, Huai Shi finally came under the central tower.

And at that moment, the long warm-up finally came to an abrupt end.

Permafrost furnace heart, start!

What followed was the tide, a loud noise that filled all the gaps between heaven and earth, tearing everyone's consciousness and soul, enough to pull every soul into hell.

——It's filled the whole hell, scream!

"This is...what the hell?"

Huai Shi looked up blankly, and he staggered forward in darkness, trying to get closer and take a closer look.

But just above the high tower that suddenly opened at this moment, between countless complicated machinery and huge structures, countless dark mud appeared.

From the cracks, from the enclosed cabin, from every corner.

That was the strange substance Huai Shi had ever seen.

A viscous liquid like asphalt, surging in every corner and gap, there are deformities like limbs ejected from it, endless, as if the dying person is convulsing, trying to grab anything within reach.

Seeking in vain is the expectation that does not exist.

"Ah, ah, sun-shaker, please... please mercy..."

Numerous distorted faces overlap each other, emerging from them continuously, screaming hoarsely and screaming with the movement of the perpetual core.

"Don't go... don't leave... don't give up..."

"Please, help me..."

"Please……"

"...Grant salvation!"

At that moment, Huai Shi was stiff in place, frozen by the screams rushing towards her face.

The pain is like a sea tide, with no end in sight, turning into a monstrous frenzy.

In the darkness, countless broken records, turned into **** and abyss thousands of years ago, swallowed him.

It's like a bystander walking between the scenes.

In an instant I saw the decay of all things, the arrival of the end, the extinguishment of the sun and the moon, and the dryness of the earth. I saw how the huge world sinks into **** little by little.

I have also seen...how this unrecognizable is recreated by them.

To save the world and recast the world, to rebuild everything in order to return to the paradise, cast iron trees, copper birds, steel beasts and even silver stars.

In the end, eternal power came to this piece of paradise.

And the **** of despair also followed.

When the sun that represents salvation began to rise, the unimaginable changes of the casters enveloped the entire hell.

The happy smiling faces gradually stiffened, quickly cracked and fell apart...

Under the eternal sun, eternal life finally ushered in the final metamorphosis-after the broken body like porcelain, what flows out is thick silt like pitch...

Then, one by one, they flew to the tower involuntarily, as if they were parts, integrated into the permafrost core.

He screamed in unspeakable pain, but he couldn't get rid of it. Desire for the end in endless despair, but the end will not come.

The casters finally understood what happened.

But everything is irretrievable.

Their eternal life has begun.

When Huai Shi walked blankly in this hell, she was surrounded by countless sharp neighs.

Has this **** ever been born because of failure?

He finally understood how the so-called perpetual motion machine was created. In what way is the endless eternal power realized...

Recasting the world, the sun and the moon and all things, recreating the world, the immortal machine, and the eternal power that sustains the foundation of all ages... the eternally frozen core.

They did, they did it all.

They have not failed, they are all alive.

All.

In this **** that I made myself!

——The so-called immortal machine and the heart of the everfreezing furnace are exactly the same thing!

And the power source of the heart of the perpetual freezing furnace is all the people in this **** who have used the immortal machine to survive... They are all assimilated by hell, transformed into something inhuman and ghostlike like silt, hanging in the heart of the furnace.

It's like an endless battery.

In the pain of invisible end, a steady stream of despair was produced, which turned into the endless energy and strength of the **** workshop owners. Qiqi novel first published on the whole network

No relief.

Thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, wailing in the endless and eternal time.

Until reaching the end of destruction, the deepest part of the abyss...

Now, Huai Shi finally understands: Where did everything he saw in the illusion come from, and who witnessed the destruction in the scene before him.

"The sun-caster... the noble supreme..."

Numerous creepy and distorted crazy faces emerged from the mud, staring at the place of Huai poem, no, staring at the former sun-shaker, calling in vain.

"Please...please for mercy..."

This time, Huai Shi finally heard their words clearly.

"Please, save us..."

Countless wailing voices sounded again, and they called out in pain, longing, hoping that the last hero would bring miracles to them.

Contains the last hope, humble prayer.

"Please... kill us!"

This is their last wish~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But even so, it is already an impossible luxury dream.

I tried every possible means and tried all the possibilities, until even the other kings of the casters lost their resistance one by one and gradually turned into silt.

There is no hope of saving for this piece of land.

Only the sun-shaker wanders blankly in this empty hell.

"Don't be afraid, I will save you, I will definitely be able to save you, for sure." He repeated over and over again, muttering emptyly: "So, please, wait for me..."

This is the desperate cry of the last survivor in the long eternity.

"——Please, don't leave me behind."

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I don't know how long it has been, or what else I have experienced.

Too many records are flooded in the soul of Huai Shi-the fall of the twilight country, the casting of the heart of the permafrost, the arrival of the **** workshop owners, and the failure of countless resistances.哽噺繓赽奇奇 Novels|w~w~

Too much history and too long suffering are carried in the records of the sun-shaker, and are engraved in this hell.

Just by watching, you will be infected by the endless despair.

Huai Shi felt that she was falling faster and faster and began to dissolve.

He has entered too deep, as if he had been, attracted by the gravity of hell, and started to assimilate step by step.

Until a cracked palm caught his shoulder and pulled him up, the assimilation of **** came to an abrupt end.

Immediately afterwards, I do my best to move up and push out!

Leaving from this invisible nightmare.

...Condra? "

At the last moment, Huai Shi saw the familiar uniform, and the face that was alienated by the machine, the lips that were difficult to open and close.

A silent farewell to the world.

With a smile.