I, the devil dragon, start the game with a loving father and a filial son

Chapter 330

Lu Dongbin opened his eyes, a flash of seven-color divine light flashed away, the boundless coercion extinguished the light of purification, and the entire dimension began to collapse.

The curled up Xiaoyu showed no signs of waking up, but the Holy Master and the demons led her back rapidly, and the only one was watching Lu Dongbin vigilantly.

The only ones who have never shown their emotions really feel the fear at this moment. It is not only the crushing of strength, but also the suppression of personality.

They come from the beginning and represent the purest power. Although this power has faded countless times, Lu Dongbin, who has recovered his peak at this moment, has brought this power to the present.

"One sword."

There was a soft murmur, and it was obvious that the young man in white didn't move at all, but a huge sword light pierced through everything in an instant.

The collapse of dimensions directly reached its peak, and the endless time and space began to shatter.

Most of them felt a fatal crisis, they wanted to run away, but they didn't have this chance at all, the sword light that could kill everything sank into their bodies.

The only person fell directly, and was completely wiped out of this world without even a scream.

Even in the long river of time, there is no trace of it.

Surroundings, the collapse of another dimension turned this area into a fierce place, and various chaotic spaces were violently rioting, gradually affecting reality.

One by one, the star field was torn apart, and the stars were shattered one by one, as if the extinction of the universe had come ahead of schedule.

Ximu's heavenly power and space power frantically warned him, he tried to repair the decay of this space, but under the suppression of his personality, he was helpless.

The beginning is the beginning, and the rules of birth are not comparable to the rules that were spawned in the iteration. The terrifying sense of oppression swept through countless light years, causing all sentient beings to close their eyes in despair.

The hopes and beliefs of the entire universe began to gather, and the strength of the gods of faith skyrocketed at this moment, and wisps of white light struck from all directions, surrounding the curled up Xiaoyu.

The powerful ones such as the Mozun began to fear like never before. The turbulence of the dimension crazily tore their already seriously injured bodies, and they also began to flee to the depths of the universe, trying to escape the gaze of this terrifying existence.

However, before they could move, Lu Dongbin's indifferent voice descended like a judgment.

"Slay the enemy."

Zheng~
The terrifying sword light cut through everything again, and the collapse of the dimension reached its climax in an instant. Countless dimensions were constantly changing, and some figures hidden in the dimensions fled wildly, and were torn to pieces by the storm of the dimension.

The scarlet spear tip of the Demon Lord stuck out, trying to resist the sword, but the next moment, the sword light slashed across, and the long spear stained with divine blood was shattered, and the mighty Demon Lord screamed and was wiped out.

He is unwilling, he is angry, but at this moment all emotions become fragile under the absolute strength.

The endless creatures instantly turned into nothingness under the second sword, and the entire universe became more and more disturbed by the dimensional riots.

boom!
It seems that despair has been accumulated enough, the huge hope awakens the curled up girl, endless visions dance in the sky, and endless life is revealed in front of the world.

Lu Dongbin took a look at the extravagant purification from the beginning, turned around and disappeared in the same place, muttering: "Four seconds."

For gods, five seconds is enough to accomplish many things, and time seems so unbearable at their speed beyond light.

He came to a void and looked at everything in the void with a blank expression.

There, a black-gold dragon-shaped figure was curled up in pain, and faces appeared and disappeared on his body, including old people, teenagers, youths, and even young women, all of which looked strange and strange.

Lu Dongbin frowned, and almost immediately he understood what Shen Zhao was going through, and murmured so fast that he almost didn't say anything: "I hope something unexpected happened, this is a variable, do you want to correct it?"

No one answered, but a different tone came out of the god's mouth: "No need, variables represent vitality. No matter what the variables are, we just need to push the boat along with the flow, and there is no need to be troublesome. After all, fate itself will appear." It's a surprise, isn't it?"

The discussion, which is too fast to be measured in time, communicated quickly in one mouth, and the general context was sorted out in less than a second.

"Destiny itself is hard to protect at this time. Every iteration is equivalent to adding weight to the catastrophe. After all, these destiny are left over from the beginning, and the newly generated destiny is still too rare."

"It seems that our thinking is always wrong. Even if we want to accumulate enough strength to give to fate and wish him a higher level, fate will not be able to take it."

"This is our mistake, not only a matter of time, but also destroying the world countless times and creating a new world is also a bad result."

"Cause and effect have nothing to do with us. The main thing is time. Now hope and fate are unreliable. The Supreme Being is always an outsider. Everything. Stop it"

"Hehe, sin should be like this. The endless parallel world is not bragging. The controller creates the world and searches the world. In the end, the destiny in the world is disrupted. The endless world is derived. The branch of the mother river of time is originally It is understandable that there will be countless divisions that will damage the foundation of the world."

"In order to create a new era, we must take away our power? This is what I don't understand. The new era will be even bigger, so why can't it accommodate the only one?"

"We've been thinking about this kind of thing for two whole epochs, but we can't figure it out. Don't think about it now, we only have three seconds left."

"That's right, let's help this kid so that he can talk to his seniors."

"Over there."

"Under the long-term confrontation with the world, he is bound to lose, and the Supreme Being is becoming more and more neutral. If there is no chance, it is better to hand over the final power to variables. Only variables are everything."

"It's a pity. I can't see the future. New Era really wants to see it."

The endless discussion was completed in an instant, Lu Dongbin was a little emotional, he bowed slightly to the void, and said with a smile: "Then gentlemen, let's leave now?"

"Farewell!"

Lu Dongbin laughed and murmured, "Farewell!"

In an instant, the vast god who almost destroyed the world collapsed, and the colorful rays of light fiercely illuminated the nothingness. A thick beam of light shot up into the sky, illuminating this dimension of nothingness, but it could not dispel the growing darkness.

As if struck by lightning, Shen Zhao's body froze in an instant, all kinds of faces were instantly suppressed, and the strength of his terrifying body was surging wildly, but it seemed disorganized.

All kinds of perceptions flowed through Shen Zhao like avenues, but his consciousness entered a more void dimension at this moment.

This is a big hall?

Shen Zhao opened his eyes and looked at the hall, frowning slightly. There must be something wrong with the system.

Choose a mission?

Originally, there was no such thing, the main line was the main line, and there would be no so-called choices.

But I hope that the controller's picture is too big, and the characters it chooses are the top characters in each world, with the help of systematic task guidance and rewards.

Almost every iteration of the host has grown to the limit of the road, such as the current him, the development rate of darkness has reached 97%, and the rest are above 80%.

It only needs some retreat and comprehension, and the limit of the system record can be reached in an instant.

Of course, one or two controllers can deal with such a high-level host casually, and in the end, almost all of them are turned into the nourishment of the system and become the avenues of the system.

But what about the follow-up?

What if there are more hosts?
Under the superimposition of terrifying power, hope gradually became incapable of becoming a single word, so the selection mission began to appear.

Originally, I hoped that I should stop plotting at this time and accept it as soon as it was good, but he was already a realm worse than fate, comparable to the current Taishang, and he couldn't escape the targeted clean-up in the face of the catastrophe.

The higher the realm, the greater the difference between each transformation, and simply doubling the power will not have any effect at all.

As a result, there will be no task punishment, or even the opposite choice of tasks, or tasks that are extremely beneficial to the host.

These are actually the credits of previous hosts, and Hope's system rules can only be left alone.

Without him, even though he hopes to know that if he keeps adding powerful hosts, everything will be out of control one day, but he can't stop this rapid growth.

Because something like the catastrophe is absolutely aimed at this system, as long as the system fails to achieve the expected goal before the fate is powerless, then all efforts will be in vain.

The hosts hope that the stronger the companions, the more the better, so that they may be able to leave here one day.

Therefore, the out-of-control system eventually created more traversers. They used the power of the system to predict the story of subsequent iterations in advance, and invested in the folks in various ways, either inspiration or enlightenment, and finally chose a person with extremely powerful talent. The soul of the soul creates such a thing as time travel.

This will allow the host to grow faster and break all the rules.

And after Shenzhao deduced these things, what he wanted was to directly wake up these hosts. Fate did not see him, hoping to use him and abandon him too much.

When a demon is cornered, the hope of hope and the nourishment of fate become his only point of turning the table.

The front of these hosts is fine, but behind them are all proud traversers. If these hosts wake up, hehe, let’s all join the eternal evolution.

But it is too difficult to wake up this thing. The system is too high-level. Although it has fallen into a disadvantage now, it is still some distance away from breaking the rules of the system.

It's just that just now, Shen Zhao, who was almost sunk in the system strife, was sent in suddenly, and somehow entered this most core place in the struggle with the system.

This made him joyful and at the same time a little uneasy. He couldn't figure out where the power was helping him.

After contemplating for a long time, Shen Zhao, who still had no clue, shook his head, and stepped closer to the quaint hall in front of him.

Raise your hand and push the door.

Boom.
The heavy stone door was easily pushed, and the terrifying bang was deafening in the silence.

Seeing something through the crack of the door, Shen Zhao's brows became more and more wrinkled. Is this the cemetery?

He couldn't help taking two steps back, and looked around carefully, but didn't see any plaques or anything like that.

When the door was big enough for him to pass through, he hesitated a little, flicking his thick tail uneasily, thinking, his figure changed back into a boy in a black and gold windbreaker, and walked inside.

If he hadn't had a way out, he wouldn't have touched this kind of taboo, but as long as he reached a dead end, then everyone should not think about it.

When Shen Zhao stepped into the hall completely, there was a bang, and the slowly opened hall suddenly closed.

Shen Zhao turned his head and looked at the interior layout of the hall calmly.

The bluestone walls are dimly lit, and layers of bluestone slabs make the walls of the entire palace into rows of stone platforms.

The 90-meter-high main hall is divided into 180 layers of stone platforms in total. On these stone platforms, there are neatly arranged memorial tablets, and there are thousands of them at a glance.

Shen Zhao randomly scanned: Shangguanxia, ​​the saint in the early days, Shang Zhe, the pioneer of machinery, Li Ren, the supreme demon, and Suoka, the king of angels.
There are simple titles and names on each tablet, but Shen Zhao already understands what this place is for.

The place of detention for any host!

As soon as the thoughts in my heart came to an end, a lazy female voice came with a bit of teasing: "Yo, the successor is here, and he is still a handsome young man. Come, show my sister."

Shen Zhao turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice with indifferent eyes.

On the closed stone gate, a beautiful portrait came into view.

This woman is covered in black, and the tall pointed hat seems to represent some of his identity, witch!

A witch is not actually a wizard. In his previous works, a witch is a kind of blood, and it can only be passed on through blood.

Since many works are produced systematically, this information may also be true.

"Same as I thought?"

Shenzhao asked plainly, without any intention of explaining from the beginning. The previous host is fine, and the knowledge treasure house of the subsequent host system is completely open. If she can't think of these, then she can't become a host at all.

The witch in the portrait suddenly fell silent. She picked up an illusory flower in the gloomy portrait, took a deep breath, and then said, "Isn't it all on the bright side?"

"Oh, that's how you recognize it?" Shen Zhao asked with a sudden chuckle.

"Don't worry, it's coming soon, I hope it won't work anytime soon. Although the replacement of each iteration also consumes our strength, it still accounts for the majority of the consumption. It won't take long before we can control the system." The witch sniffed the flowers and said softly. emanating from the painting.

"It's too late, and fate is about to die. If I'm not wrong, the system's reincarnation time should also be lengthened?" Shen Zhao walked to the painting, looked at the six characters Glo of the Night Witch, and murmured, "Maybe the distance between It has been more than tens of millions of years since the last time?"

Witch Glo frowned. She felt something carefully, and her beautiful eyebrows frowned deeper and deeper. After a long time, her eyes became serious: "What do you want to say?"

"I don't want to talk nonsense. The opening of the new era is the general trend. We are basically forced to board the ship. As long as we have the power of hope or destiny, we are not the original us, and we will definitely wake up in the new era."

Shen Zhao looked directly into the witch's eyes, and said flatly, "Turn the table over, and backstab fate directly!"

(End of this chapter)