Chapter 2002
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Under the endless low latitude.
Filled with too many strange and unknown, there is no sun, moon and stars, heaven and earth, no time and fate, only full of unknown, unknown, strange factors.
Or a point, or a plane, or endless fantasy.
At the intersection of low latitude and reality, two strange ancient bronze coffins, which have been covered with dust for many years, are suspended, and countless strange mists are filled with unknown and unknown.
On one side of the ancient bronze coffin, a tortoise shell is suspended, and on the other side, jade books are suspended, reflecting each other into strange lines, which seem to be completely banned.
The low latitude has an indistinct corrosion to the reality, where everything may not exist, there may be everything, reality and illusion, energy and matter.
The ancient river map and Luoshu, which are legendary for endless years, have special books for calculating heaven and earth, analyzing fate, penetrating everything and peeping at reincarnation.
No one knows that this picture book is the real original Hetu and Luoshu. Even though chaos once appeared, it is just the projection of Hetu and Luoshu.
One book and one picture, already accompanied by Emperor Chen and Emperor Yue, were suppressed in this infinite low latitude.
No one knows!
Because we know that there are no longer any living beings, who can transcend the high dimension, but dare not easily come down to the low latitude.
In addition to the sky, the supreme emperor!
However, things in the world are always relative. No one comes under the low latitude, but it does not mean that no one can do it.
Under the endless low latitude, or a point, or a plane, full of uncertainty and strangeness, there are three-dimensional ripples.
It's like a circle of ripples on the horizontal plane, but the plane is actually stretched out. There is only a plane of length and width. Originally, there is no concept of height, but now it turns from a plane into a three-dimensional one.
The length, width and height seem to be two-dimensional and three-dimensional in a flash.
Matter, energy, cause and effect, destiny, all do not exist under the low dimension, can produce indescribable variation to reality, seems to have strange whispers, but also unknown call.
Everything seems to be nonexistent, as if everything can exist, full of extreme erosion.
Dream and reality alternate, the endless dark depth, the end of indescribable, unspeakable, two ancient bronze coffins suspended, a book and a picture reflect each other, outlining countless lines and patterns.
Emperor Chen!
Emperor Yue!
Long and disorderly, it is no longer known to all living beings. Before the era of many robberies, the invasion from low latitude did not hesitate to suppress the low latitude. Up to now, it is not known by time, recorded by fate, and manifested by cause and effect.
Wait!
Keep waiting for years!
The world is endless.
Time is at a low latitude, and it doesn't make sense at all.
Hanging coffin blockade, suppression, Hetu and Luoshu, the framework of the supreme power, prohibit low latitude invasion of reality.
But too long, too long, until the world has fallen, heaven and earth have collapsed, and the future has been robbed again and again, no one remembers their existence.
"Click!"
The ancient bronze coffin, which has been almost decayed, has emerged a crack, from which a rotten palm with green hair grows.
At this moment, there is infinite fog in all directions, interwoven with the ancient strange breath, there seems to be countless indescribable existence whispers, it seems to be full of unknown bewitching.
"Seal!"
instant!
On the other hand, the coffin plate of the ancient coffin trembles slightly, and a terrible power is sweeping over it. The jade Book floating on the ancient coffin reflects the magnificent splendor. The mysterious lines outline the darkness, and a huge eight trigrams shadow emerges, which is directly dispelled by the dark fog and the indescribable sound.
"Big brother... The time has not come... You can't be born..."
"I... Suppress... Low latitude with my body..."
"Do you want to be one of them..."
"Elder brother... Insist again..."
Another ancient bronze coffin has uttered a very old language, which does not belong to any language circulating today. From her voice, I feel deeply uneasy and difficult. It seems that it has reached the limit.
"Yue..."
"I can't hold on... Let me go..."
"You and I disappear from time... From fate... From cause and effect to nothingness..."
"Our descendants and people... Are extinct on earth..."
"But... The strong enemy is not gone..."
"I'm not willing to..."
The nameless existence with rotten green hair palms makes a sound, giving people a very terrible breath, as if to join in the eternal low latitude and become an indescribable member.
"Emperor Chen... Emperor Yue... Don't struggle... Don't resist..."
"You are destined to be one of us..."
"Join us! Only by joining us can we break free from the shackles of low latitude and pull 3000 worlds into low latitude. "
"Your descendants, blood, people, and all living beings of that era have long disappeared. No one remembers you."
"Heaven and earth, time, fate, cause and effect, world, reincarnation, no one remembers you."
"You are two ghosts. Why should you continue to resist? Why should you continue to struggle? Abandon Hetu and Luoshu, and put down your pride and principles."
"Fall! Sink! Join the low latitude world and become one of us
Countless mists gather together, as if there are hundreds of millions of indescribable existence aggregation, issued the notes of the ancient aria, full of endless bewitching and erosion, it seems to be able to let all living beings sink forever.
"Emperor Yue... I don't want to struggle any more..."
"Give up!"
"I want revenge..."
"No matter what it looks like, I don't care."
"I want to let those enemies who... Rob me of Kunlun... Rob me carelessly... Kill my people know..."
"Emperor Wuchen is still alive!"
Emperor Chen's voice was filled with endless hatred. Even the ancient jade picture of the void was dim, and the lines on all sides were about to disappear. The endless fog was about to break free.
"No... elder brother..."
"Town
On the other hand, the ancient coffin shakes the void, and the ancient jade books are swept out, showing one side after another of the eight trigrams, maintaining the line that the river map is about to collapse.
"Emperor Yue, Emperor Chen has given up. Why do you struggle?"
"Sign the contract!"
"Join us in our low latitude and become our indescribable God."
"You need our strength..."
"Emperor Yue, stop resisting! No one remembers you anymore. "
The endless fog of indescribable, unspeakable and unforgettable is full of bewitching and erosion. It seems to collapse the last trace of faith in the hearts of emperor Yue and Emperor Chen.
"Who says no one remembers them!"
At the same time, over the low latitude, a hazy figure with mysterious forces appeared. Its sound was like nine days of thunder, shaking under the ancient low latitude.
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Under the endless low latitude.
Filled with too many strange and unknown, there is no sun, moon and stars, heaven and earth, no time and fate, only full of unknown, unknown, strange factors.
Or a point, or a plane, or endless fantasy.
At the intersection of low latitude and reality, two strange ancient bronze coffins, which have been covered with dust for many years, are suspended, and countless strange mists are filled with unknown and unknown.
On one side of the ancient bronze coffin, a tortoise shell is suspended, and on the other side, jade books are suspended, reflecting each other into strange lines, which seem to be completely banned.
The low latitude has an indistinct corrosion to the reality, where everything may not exist, there may be everything, reality and illusion, energy and matter.
The ancient river map and Luoshu, which are legendary for endless years, have special books for calculating heaven and earth, analyzing fate, penetrating everything and peeping at reincarnation.
No one knows that this picture book is the real original Hetu and Luoshu. Even though chaos once appeared, it is just the projection of Hetu and Luoshu.
One book and one picture, already accompanied by Emperor Chen and Emperor Yue, were suppressed in this infinite low latitude.
No one knows!
Because we know that there are no longer any living beings, who can transcend the high dimension, but dare not easily come down to the low latitude.
In addition to the sky, the supreme emperor!
However, things in the world are always relative. No one comes under the low latitude, but it does not mean that no one can do it.
Under the endless low latitude, or a point, or a plane, full of uncertainty and strangeness, there are three-dimensional ripples.
It's like a circle of ripples on the horizontal plane, but the plane is actually stretched out. There is only a plane of length and width. Originally, there is no concept of height, but now it turns from a plane into a three-dimensional one.
The length, width and height seem to be two-dimensional and three-dimensional in a flash.
Matter, energy, cause and effect, destiny, all do not exist under the low dimension, can produce indescribable variation to reality, seems to have strange whispers, but also unknown call.
Everything seems to be nonexistent, as if everything can exist, full of extreme erosion.
Dream and reality alternate, the endless dark depth, the end of indescribable, unspeakable, two ancient bronze coffins suspended, a book and a picture reflect each other, outlining countless lines and patterns.
Emperor Chen!
Emperor Yue!
Long and disorderly, it is no longer known to all living beings. Before the era of many robberies, the invasion from low latitude did not hesitate to suppress the low latitude. Up to now, it is not known by time, recorded by fate, and manifested by cause and effect.
Wait!
Keep waiting for years!
The world is endless.
Time is at a low latitude, and it doesn't make sense at all.
Hanging coffin blockade, suppression, Hetu and Luoshu, the framework of the supreme power, prohibit low latitude invasion of reality.
But too long, too long, until the world has fallen, heaven and earth have collapsed, and the future has been robbed again and again, no one remembers their existence.
"Click!"
The ancient bronze coffin, which has been almost decayed, has emerged a crack, from which a rotten palm with green hair grows.
At this moment, there is infinite fog in all directions, interwoven with the ancient strange breath, there seems to be countless indescribable existence whispers, it seems to be full of unknown bewitching.
"Seal!"
instant!
On the other hand, the coffin plate of the ancient coffin trembles slightly, and a terrible power is sweeping over it. The jade Book floating on the ancient coffin reflects the magnificent splendor. The mysterious lines outline the darkness, and a huge eight trigrams shadow emerges, which is directly dispelled by the dark fog and the indescribable sound.
"Big brother... The time has not come... You can't be born..."
"I... Suppress... Low latitude with my body..."
"Do you want to be one of them..."
"Elder brother... Insist again..."
Another ancient bronze coffin has uttered a very old language, which does not belong to any language circulating today. From her voice, I feel deeply uneasy and difficult. It seems that it has reached the limit.
"Yue..."
"I can't hold on... Let me go..."
"You and I disappear from time... From fate... From cause and effect to nothingness..."
"Our descendants and people... Are extinct on earth..."
"But... The strong enemy is not gone..."
"I'm not willing to..."
The nameless existence with rotten green hair palms makes a sound, giving people a very terrible breath, as if to join in the eternal low latitude and become an indescribable member.
"Emperor Chen... Emperor Yue... Don't struggle... Don't resist..."
"You are destined to be one of us..."
"Join us! Only by joining us can we break free from the shackles of low latitude and pull 3000 worlds into low latitude. "
"Your descendants, blood, people, and all living beings of that era have long disappeared. No one remembers you."
"Heaven and earth, time, fate, cause and effect, world, reincarnation, no one remembers you."
"You are two ghosts. Why should you continue to resist? Why should you continue to struggle? Abandon Hetu and Luoshu, and put down your pride and principles."
"Fall! Sink! Join the low latitude world and become one of us
Countless mists gather together, as if there are hundreds of millions of indescribable existence aggregation, issued the notes of the ancient aria, full of endless bewitching and erosion, it seems to be able to let all living beings sink forever.
"Emperor Yue... I don't want to struggle any more..."
"Give up!"
"I want revenge..."
"No matter what it looks like, I don't care."
"I want to let those enemies who... Rob me of Kunlun... Rob me carelessly... Kill my people know..."
"Emperor Wuchen is still alive!"
Emperor Chen's voice was filled with endless hatred. Even the ancient jade picture of the void was dim, and the lines on all sides were about to disappear. The endless fog was about to break free.
"No... elder brother..."
"Town
On the other hand, the ancient coffin shakes the void, and the ancient jade books are swept out, showing one side after another of the eight trigrams, maintaining the line that the river map is about to collapse.
"Emperor Yue, Emperor Chen has given up. Why do you struggle?"
"Sign the contract!"
"Join us in our low latitude and become our indescribable God."
"You need our strength..."
"Emperor Yue, stop resisting! No one remembers you anymore. "
The endless fog of indescribable, unspeakable and unforgettable is full of bewitching and erosion. It seems to collapse the last trace of faith in the hearts of emperor Yue and Emperor Chen.
"Who says no one remembers them!"
At the same time, over the low latitude, a hazy figure with mysterious forces appeared. Its sound was like nine days of thunder, shaking under the ancient low latitude.
Under the endless low latitude.Filled with too many strange and unknown, there is no sun, moon and stars, heaven and earth, no time and fate, only full of unknown, unknown, strange factors.Or a point, or a plane, or endless fantasy.At the intersection of low latitude and reality, two strange ancient bronze coffins, which have been covered with dust for many years, are suspended, and countless strange mists are filled with unknown and unknown.On one side of the ancient bronze coffin, a tortoise shell is suspended, and on the other side, jade books are suspended, reflecting each other into strange lines, which seem to be completely banned.The low latitude has an indistinct corrosion to the reality, where everything may not exist, there may be everything, reality and illusion, energy and matter.The ancient river map and Luoshu, which are legendary for endless years, have special books for calculating heaven and earth, analyzing fate, penetrating everything and peeping at reincarnation.No one knows that this picture book is the real original Hetu and Luoshu. Even though chaos once appeared, it is just the projection of Hetu and Luoshu.One book and one picture, already accompanied by Emperor Chen and Emperor Yue, were suppressed in this infinite low latitude.No one knows!Because we know that there are no longer any living beings, who can transcend the high dimension, but dare not easily come down to the low latitude.In addition to the sky, the supreme emperor!However, things in the world are always relative. No one comes under the low latitude, but it does not mean that no one can do it.Under the endless low latitude, or a point, or a plane, full of uncertainty and strangeness, there are three-dimensional ripples.It's like a circle of ripples on the horizontal plane, but the plane is actually stretched out. There is only a plane of length and width. Originally, there is no concept of height, but now it turns from a plane into a three-dimensional one.The length, width and height seem to be two-dimensional and three-dimensional in a flash.Matter, energy, cause and effect, destiny, all do not exist under the low dimension, can produce indescribable variation to reality, seems to have strange whispers, but also unknown call.Everything seems to be nonexistent, as if everything can exist, full of extreme erosion.Dream and reality alternate, the endless dark depth, the end of indescribable, unspeakable, two ancient bronze coffins suspended, a book and a picture reflect each other, outlining countless lines and patterns.Emperor Chen!Emperor Yue!Long and disorderly, it is no longer known to all living beings. Before the era of many robberies, the invasion from low latitude did not hesitate to suppress the low latitude. Up to now, it is not known by time, recorded by fate, and manifested by cause and effect.Wait!Keep waiting for years!The world is endless.Time is at a low latitude, and it doesn't make sense at all.Hanging coffin blockade, suppression, Hetu and Luoshu, the framework of the supreme power, prohibit low latitude invasion of reality.But too long, too long, until the world has fallen, heaven and earth have collapsed, and the future has been robbed again and again, no one remembers their existence."Click!"The ancient bronze coffin, which has been almost decayed, has emerged a crack, from which a rotten palm with green hair grows.At this moment, there is infinite fog in all directions, interwoven with the ancient strange breath, there seems to be countless indescribable existence whispers, it seems to be full of unknown bewitching."Seal!"instant!On the other hand, the coffin plate of the ancient coffin trembles slightly, and a terrible power is sweeping over it. The jade Book floating on the ancient coffin reflects the magnificent splendor. The mysterious lines outline the darkness, and a huge eight trigrams shadow emerges, which is directly dispelled by the dark fog and the indescribable sound."Big brother... The time has not come... You can't be born...""I... Suppress... Low latitude with my body...""Do you want to be one of them...""Elder brother... Insist again..."Another ancient bronze coffin has uttered a very old language, which does not belong to any language circulating today. From her voice, I feel deeply uneasy and difficult. It seems that it has reached the limit."Yue...""I can't hold on... Let me go...""You and I disappear from time... From fate... From cause and effect to nothingness...""Our descendants and people... Are extinct on earth...""But... The strong enemy is not gone...""I'm not willing to..."The nameless existence with rotten green hair palms makes a sound, giving people a very terrible breath, as if to join in the eternal low latitude and become an indescribable member."Emperor Chen... Emperor Yue... Don't struggle... Don't resist...""You are destined to be one of us...""Join us! Only by joining us can we break free from the shackles of low latitude and pull 3000 worlds into low latitude. ""Your descendants, blood, people, and all living beings of that era have long disappeared. No one remembers you.""Heaven and earth, time, fate, cause and effect, world, reincarnation, no one remembers you.""You are two ghosts. Why should you continue to resist? Why should you continue to struggle? Abandon Hetu and Luoshu, and put down your pride and principles.""Fall! Sink! Join the low latitude world and become one of usCountless mists gather together, as if there are hundreds of millions of indescribable existence aggregation, issued the notes of the ancient aria, full of endless bewitching and erosion, it seems to be able to let all living beings sink forever."Emperor Yue... I don't want to struggle any more...""Give up!""I want revenge...""No matter what it looks like, I don't care.""I want to let those enemies who... Rob me of Kunlun... Rob me carelessly... Kill my people know...""Emperor Wuchen is still alive!"Emperor Chen's voice was filled with endless hatred. Even the ancient jade picture of the void was dim, and the lines on all sides were about to disappear. The endless fog was about to break free."No... elder brother...""TownOn the other hand, the ancient coffin shakes the void, and the ancient jade books are swept out, showing one side after another of the eight trigrams, maintaining the line that the river map is about to collapse."Emperor Yue, Emperor Chen has given up. Why do you struggle?""Sign the contract!""Join us in our low latitude and become our indescribable God.""You need our strength...""Emperor Yue, stop resisting! No one remembers you anymore. "The endless fog of indescribable, unspeakable and unforgettable is full of bewitching and erosion. It seems to collapse the last trace of faith in the hearts of emperor Yue and Emperor Chen."Who says no one remembers them!"At the same time, over the low latitude, a hazy figure with mysterious forces appeared. Its sound was like nine days of thunder, shaking under the ancient low latitude.
