My universe in a bottle

And all the people on the ground who witnessed this scene of the Tiandao woman's battle have lost their voices and their teeth are tight.

"Please! We must win!"

"Tiandao Xiwei, please calm down the dark turmoil and restore peace to the world!" In the Li Family Holy Land, a tall and mighty young man quietly watched the drastic changes in the sky.

And in the entire parliament hall of the Holy Land, everyone was silent.

Of all the people present, only the young people were left.

All the elders and headmasters took action one after another. Even if they cut off the foundation, they would still break through into low-level true gods. All the foundations of the entire Holy Land were wiped out, leaving only these children who symbolized hope for the future.

And this scene happened all over the earth.

Many people gave their strength, everything they could, looking at the sky, praying, roaring, shouting the way of heaven, and denounced the existence of dark taboos.

Sylph, who was fighting on the ground, held the Holy Sword of Tukasi and murmured: "We are in the lower realm, we can only contribute our strength to the way of heaven, and we can't do anything else."

Aurora also raised her head, walking on the mortal streets, looking at her best friend Xiwei, and listening to the sounds around her.

"The way of heaven, but with all the power accumulated over the past ten thousand years, civilization cannot lose!"

"Yes, civilization can never lose!"

"It's impossible for Heaven to lose, and it's impossible to die!"

Someone shouted, and everyone's eyes were filled with Xiwei's voice and smile.

Following the cough, the emperor's voice sounded in Xiwei's body, "Ahem, cough, cough, everyone's blessing, are you touched?"

"Only fear."

Zhu Qi said: "This scene is so similar to that period of history! The entire world in reincarnation is shouting for Xiwei. She is the savior and the only hope to break through reincarnation."

"If we are really ancient characters on the stage of martial arts history."

Zhu Qi’s eyes were cold,

"Are the heroes and tragic history they are chanting really ours? It's just a stage play. They are still alive in the play. They are actors, expressing what they think are their own emotions."

He said the exact same words "Xiwei" said back then, repeating them as if fateful:

“They were cheering for me and I didn’t care, they were just trying to put a mask on me.”

The emperor was just silent.

Yes, everyone was shouting in Xiwei’s apocalyptic world at that time.

A grieving family of three, full of heroes, fighting against the zombies with passion and heroism, and Xiwei's heroism in breaking the cycle of reincarnation, but little did they know that they were just pretending to be other people's histories and flag-waving identities.

And now, how do they know that they are not on a stage in the history of martial arts?

Who can tell the difference between true and false?

"Even in front of me, I want to be like Xiwei and use my life to break through the stage." Zhu Qi's beautiful appearance contrasted with Xiwei's cold and beautiful face.

He slowly raised his head, looked at the sky, and said softly: "As Emperor Wu Tian, ​​I once stood at the pinnacle of the human world, overlooking the earth, but I was afraid and struggling day and night."

"Emperor, do you know? I went to the restaurant to meet that man once, and then I took the lead in blowing the horn and starting a war."

"Because I am more afraid of becoming a character on stage than anyone else."

Along with the murmur, the violent and powerful power of the Gate of Truth surged, and Zhu Qi's memory suddenly gradually blurred. Perhaps a large number of emotions washed over his brain, and emotions rushed out. Like a revolving door, he suddenly remembered that long, long time ago. A period of early years.

There was that noisy sound on the street, and countless people cheered for themselves and dropped various coins to reward them.

"Okay! Well done!"

"This kid is only six or seven years old, and his monkey tricks and backflips are absolutely amazing!"

"This stage style is so cool. It brings out the essence of the emperor's three plays as the demigod of the Ku tribe."

He still remembered that every night, the "father" who carried a whip and beat gongs and drums to collect money would beat himself crazily.

"Don't want to act?? I bought you. You are the actor, the bitch, the bastard."

"Asshole! Are you disobedient? Will you continue to be disobedient?"

No matter how hard you beat a stubborn child, he will always resist like a donkey that cannot be pulled.

Until the man who symbolized hope passed by and performed on the street that day, and his "father" bought him, becoming the only light in his life.

He once longed for and longed for the man who gave him his skills. It was like his father had become the only meaning in life. Unfortunately, time flew by. As he continued to investigate, he found that everything was just entering a darker and bigger world. It's just a stage.

The dreams I once had were shattered.

"Father" is just another villain on the stage.

When all the dreams and sustenance in life are shattered and you find yourself still in endless darkness, what do you have left?

He couldn't help but laugh lowly. If life was always dark, why should he give himself hope? What a cruel thing it is to be given an even more frightening despair and a more terrifying stage afterwards.

From then on, he began to struggle to the best of his ability.

To get rid of the martial arts clan and fate, even if you cut off the foundation and become a master, you still have to deviate from the script.

"Next, I will break the fate of this stage by myself." Zhu Qi's expression was a little lonely and complicated, "All fates will not be fate."

boom! !

The violent power rushed out quickly, "The future is also a brand new future."

After opening the door of truth, he gathered the endless power accumulated in the entire world and erupted with terrible light and heat, which seemed to burn everyone.

"That is??"

"Is this the power of two-door fusion?"

"Incredible! If it has such power"

But everyone raised their heads in amazement, knowing that it was not the burning heat of the body, but the scalding heat of the soul.

hot.

Endless heat.

The huge amount of soul energy in history has gathered together.

Zhu Qi's hair danced wildly like flames, each strand of bright golden hair burning like a corona, and the entire head seemed to turn into a real scorching sun, emitting an astonishing electric flame.

"Emperor, I have always had an idea."

"you say."

"Why do we need to become an ancient martial arts civilization, why do we need to play the role of the ancients? Follow the same example? If we are free, we will definitely surpass the ancient martial arts! I don't think your future achievements will be weaker than Noklon, you will definitely Go out of your own way." The angry roar followed, charging towards the ancient black hand in the distance.

"you!"

His whole figure suddenly burst into brilliance.

"The last emperor."

He raised his head, as if he wanted to shout out all the power of his entire body and the entire martial arts civilization. His entire body seemed to condense countless shadows and became a huge energy body. This moment seemed to have completely become a mythical epic. The way of heaven covers everything, wraps up everything, and becomes everything.

"The emperor is similar to the ancient flower, another martial arts emperor in prehistory, the fist monarch who created a super-ancient dynasty."

A huge and invincible aura pressed in, and a layer of bright light suddenly rose in the sky. The light was as if looking directly at the sun, making it impossible to look at it. The terrifying soul was like a strong wind that made everyone unable to open their eyes.

"No! K! Long! Yeah!!"

His arrogance shrank suddenly, condensed to a high level, and he stretched out his fist to hit hard, "I will use the power of the entire civilization -"

Boom.

Punch the man opposite.

The two fists collided rapidly, and the light suddenly covered the entire world.

Inside the scroll where they were, the entire subspace instantly began to shatter layer by layer, turning into space fragments again.