Chapter 372: The changing times, another name for the Decline Era, the End of the Law Era

Chapter 372: Times change, wither the world. Another title, the End of Law Era

Runing City.

Su Changge arrived quickly.

Standing at the city gate, I looked at the dark clouds covering the sky, like a layer of haze. Inside the black clouds there was thunder and lightning. From time to time, terrifying arcs of electricity flashed across the sky, and there was an astonishing rumble of thunder, which was deafening. .

"Sir, another catastrophe is about to begin..." Lian'er's voice suddenly came from the black and yellow pagoda.

She was the end of an era in the past. She heard the voices from the outside world and felt in her heart, knowing that this was the time when a change was coming.

Su Changge nodded and said: "Lian'er, this catastrophe is different from the changes of eras that you initiated in the past. This time, it is a change of eras!"

"A change of era?" Lian'er was a little confused and didn't understand what it was.

Su Changge frowned, not sure why she didn't understand, but suddenly thought about something, and immediately understood.

I am also the Dark Soul Emperor, and now I know that I live on the timeline of the Emperor's death, and there are many more lives ahead of me...

Lian'er doesn't understand, it's because she is from this world, born and grew up here... and everyone in this world is also born and grows up in this world, so naturally she has a deep understanding of the previous century and even the previous era. Don't understand anything.

The only people who know about this are the Dark Soul Emperor who has been living in the present for many generations, and the many secluded races whose origins have been banned from previous generations, such as the Nuwa clan.

This group of people is very secretive and has never surfaced.

"Eh? That's wrong!" Su Changge suddenly thought about something and said suspiciously, "Then how did Mr. Xu and Zong know?"

놛 held his forehead and thought for a moment, but couldn't think of anything.

In the end, it can only be attributed to the previous generations.

"Maybe it's Master Xu, or the ancestor. These previous generations left ancient books to explain."

Immediately, 놛 told Lian'er about the era.

Knowing that it turned out to be such a terrible catastrophe, Lian'er's eyes became solemn for a moment and said: "Terrible! Could it be that the withering era is the end of the law?"

"The End of the Dharma Era?" Su Changge's eyes moved.

Lian'er nodded and said solemnly: "In the ancient times, I was selected as the terminator of the era by the ancient times. At that time, I was protected by the divine clothing of the Tao and had a divine weapon added to my body. I also had a glimpse of the will of the Tao. At that time, in addition to the five mantras of "slaughter, annihilation, opening, ending, and creation", my mind was also filled with words such as "the end of the Dharma Era and the Jedi Pass". Now that you say these, I suddenly realize 누, it seems that after the end of the Emperor's Fall, we will enter the Age of Ending Law!"

"Anyway, let's improve our strength quickly!" Su Changge frowned, then said nothing more and entered the city.

Along the way, thunderclouds continued to roar overhead.

And when entering the city, I saw that the whole city was withered and sparsely populated. Many families had moved away, leaving only empty houses.

"This place is no longer suitable for living." Su Changge glanced at the void and sighed.

The top of the head was dark, blocked by thunderclouds, and even the sun couldn't shine. Only lightning flashed across, illuminating the city in flickering light.

Such a shock and appalling situation, who would dare to live in this place?

But fortunately, land will still be safe for a while, unlike the void, where you can't even fly in the air.

Soon, Su Changge asked Mr. Xu about the stall.

This stall is easy to find, because after scanning it with my spiritual mind, I found that this is the only stall in the city, and the other stalls that should have gone have already been gone.

However, this stall is also closing its stalls at the moment and is preparing to leave Runing City.

"Boss, how do you sell saplings?" Su Changge stepped forward to stop him. His eyes seemed to be unconcerned as he scanned the stall, searching for the thousand-year-old black-gold wood saplings. However, after looking for a long time, he found that there was no thousand-year-old black-gold wood saplings. He couldn't help but wonder. He looked a little disappointed.

The stall owner was a middle-aged farmer. Seeing a little disappointment on his face, he couldn't help but guess: "You are here to buy golden oak saplings too, right?"

Golden oak?

Su Changge's heart moved.

Could this thing be black gold wood?

Lenovo: Mr. Xu Laofang 꺳 said that ordinary people do not know the goods and sell thousand-year-old golden ebony as ordinary saplings. That should be this thing, right?

"That's right, but I don't think there are any 놋 in your stall. Are they not displayed?" Su Changge asked.

The farmer said regretfully: "What a coincidence. I was in a hurry to close the stall and sold it to Shopkeeper Wang at a low price."

Su Changge frowned and asked hurriedly: "Who is Shopkeeper Wang? Where does he live?"

"It's in that herbal medicine shop in the north of the city. Now the whole family is packing up their belongings and getting ready to leave. You..."

Before the farmer finished speaking, he realized that the young man in white clothes in front of him had disappeared, rushing to the north of the city like a gust of wind.

"Strange, what's so good about golden oak?" The farmer touched his forehead, a little confused.

At this moment, there was a sudden flash of light in front of me, and another monk wearing a yellow robe rushed over and said in a panic: "Boss, are you ready to close the stall?"

The visitor was none other than Huang Jiulong.

The farmer was stunned for a moment and then said with a wavering voice: "Yes, they are all sold for about the same price, only the poplar saplings are left."

Huang Jiulong looked down and saw that the remaining 떘놅 was indeed a poplar sapling. He hurriedly asked sideways, "Where is the remaining 놛놅 seedling?"

"We have already given them to the shopkeeper, King of the City North, at a special price." The farmer said, rubbing his forehead.

Huang Jiulong's pupils condensed and he hurried to the north of the city.