Douluo's opening confession to Bibi Dong

Chapter 609 Tragic

"kill!"

A man from the Light Tribe with wings on his back spoke, holding a golden divine sword and slashing directly at the first generation of destruction. Yang Fan recognized this man, he was God.

The war continued, and the starry sky was shattered. It was extremely tragic. The golden god king's blood was splashed all over the starry sky. The body of the first generation of destruction was shattered several times, and in one of them, his consciousness was shattered.

But in the end, he persisted and did not die. The first generation of destruction was covered in blood, and the scepter of destruction was broken. The three incarnations were also scattered, leaving only the original body.

But at this time, there were only ten of the 13 opponents left. In addition to the three-eyed man who was killed by the first generation of destruction at the beginning, there was also an old woman holding a purple dragon-headed crutch who was also killed by the first generation of destruction. God's consciousness was beaten. It shattered, leaving only a body floating into the depths of the universe.

Yang Fan was a little worried, because he could see that although the other party had lost three people, the first generation of destruction, the first generation of Dragon God, and Yuan Chuangshi had all been severely damaged. If they continued to fight, they would definitely lose.

"Hands on"

"Deal with them first, then destroy them, and never cause any further trouble."

The remaining ten people took action and took the initiative to kill the three people in the first generation.

"destroy!"

Dao Yin curled up, and when he saw the opponent coming to kill him, he saw the first generation of destruction reciting a sentence. The next moment, his body began to slowly disintegrate on the spot, turning into streaks of golden light and blending into the scepter of destruction. The entire scepter also appeared to the naked eye. The visible speed turned into gold, continued to expand, and then pressed towards the ten people, seeming to wrap up the four people.

Yang Fan's spirit was greatly shaken, and he felt as if his heart had been severely pinched. He could see that the first generation of destruction was a self-sacrifice blow. He integrated all his magical powers and life into the scepter of destruction and issued the final blow.

"Give me your body, burn my soul, forge my staff, kill the immortals and gods, kill!"

The magical power shook the sky, and the Destruction Scepter vibrated. At this moment, they all burst out with bright red light. Red flames slowly rose up on the body of the first generation of Destruction.

His body began to disintegrate, and his soul was burned, just like the first generation of destruction, turning into streaks of golden light, do not enter the scepter of destruction,

"Protect well, hope is still there, hope is still there."

Chuangshi turned his head, and at the last moment when his body was about to dissipate, he looked at the destruction of the first generation with a look of neither sadness nor joy. After saying this,

The last body of the first generation of destruction also dissipated in the void, turning into golden light and submerging into the scepter of destruction. The evil energy surged into the sky, and the scepter of destruction vibrated. From the starry sky, it divided into four directions, reorganized the defense, and wrapped all the enemies in it.

"Kill!" Chuangshi spoke softly in the starry sky, threw the white long sword in his hand high into the air, and then sat down cross-legged in the void: "With my body, I will forever control this world."

Chuangshi clasped his hands together, and an invisible force emanated from him.

It can be seen that there is a layer of transparent ripples in the void visible to the naked eye emerging in front of him. The ripples spread and separate the space, as if the starry sky is divided into two halves. The white divine sword flies high and then turns into Hundreds of feet in size, it fell straight down from the sky and hit the first generation to destroy itself.

In the end, the bloody scene was not seen, because the white long sword fell and directly covered the entire body of the first generation of destruction. You can only see that at the moment the white long sword fell, a large piece of golden light spread out here, cutting off the space... ...

"Is this your sadness? Killing your own master yourself."

Yang Fan murmured. At this moment, he understood that the boundary monument in front of him was the white long sword, the artifact that was destroyed in the first generation. The sad emotion was also transmitted from the white long sword.

The magic weapon has a spirit. For the magic weapon, its owner is like a relative, like a parent.

But at the end of the scene of the ancient battle, the white sword was smashed down and soaked with the blood of Creation. Although this was Creation's own wish, the magic weapon had a spirit and was personally stained with the blood of its master. This kind of sadness, Who can forget.

Yang Fan was silent for a long time. Witnessing the last battle in ancient times, he could deeply feel the sadness of the white sword.

"Buzz!" But this was not over. Before Yang Fan could turn over from the sad mood, the scene in front of him changed again. This time, it was a man in front of the boundary monument where he was.

Wearing a dragon robe, with gray hair, he looks to be in his fifties or sixties, but has a strong figure, especially a pair of dark and deep eyes.

It was simply brighter than the stars, making people afraid to look at it. Although Yang Fan knew that it was just an image, just looking at this man, Yang Fan couldn't help but feel the urge to surrender.

In the picture, Yang Fan watched the man walk to the boundary monument like him, and then put his hand against the boundary monument. It took a long time before the man opened his eyes and retracted his hand. Then, the man stretched out his right hand, slid on the boundary monument, and stepped on it. Engraving - the first generation Dragon God!

"The first generation Dragon God!"

Yang Fan said to himself, watching the man in the picture leave the boundary monument and walk into the ancient starry sky road behind the guard. He didn't know if it was an illusion. Yang Fan felt that when the first-generation Dragon God finally left, he turned his head and glanced at him, and also looked at him. It's his turn.

The scene turned again. This time, in front of the boundary monument, there was also a man, dressed in black robes, but he was no longer the first-generation Dragon God.

"The first generation of kindness!"

The man carved his name on the boundary monument, and finally walked into the ancient road of the starry sky just like the first dragon god.

The third person who came here was a young man who looked to be in his 20s. He had a handsome appearance and was dressed in a dragon robe. He also gave people a domineering and majestic look that dominated the world. Just one look at him made him unbearable. He felt a sense of surrender, holding a purple divine sword, a noble and murderous sword with a sharp killing aura.

"I am willing to use the sword in my hand to cut a bright road for me."

The man muttered to himself and walked into the ancient starry sky road. After he left, there was an additional name on the boundary monument - the first generation of evil!

"The road is a long way to go, I will go up and down to find out!"

"How can we forget the blood feud!" "..."

The screen turned again and again, and the first generation of Shura, the first generation of Slaughter, the first generation... the God-Kings of the Douluo Star emerged one after another in the screen. These were all pictures from the past, presented before Yang Fan's eyes.

Finally, all the scenes disappeared, Yang Fan came back to his senses, and his hands left the boundary monument, but his heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

There was a kind of touch, a kind of sadness, a kind of unwillingness, a kind of anger, all kinds of emotions filled his chest, but in the end, everything turned into silence and he could only remain silent, because at this moment, he could do nothing!

I have witnessed the last battle in ancient times, and I have also witnessed the first generation of Shura and other sages walking on the ancient road, but what I feel in my heart is more of a kind of powerlessness, which is as strong as the ancient world of gods and is coming to an end.

I saw all the human god kings walking on the ancient road, but no one came back. You can roughly imagine the outcome.

This is undoubtedly a heavy topic. In ancient times, the first generation destroyed and sacrificed its life to seal the starry sky.

(End of this chapter)