Chapter 1270: Hanging coffin, shadow, dust
Inside and outside the chaos, the vast world, the endless plane, the universe and the stars, and the billions of worlds.
Naturally, there is a difference between high latitude and low latitude. Back then, the supreme emperor of the Universe Empire became the center of multiple heavens and earth, and Kyushu in that era was extremely brilliant.
Suppress the world, divide yin and yang, decide life and death arbitrarily, and control the six realms.
Even the hidden low latitudes and terrifying high dimensions were all under the suppression of the emperor.
The stars, the world, and time and space outside of Kyushu have gradually collapsed between the Lord God and Wolf Girl in an almost unlimited cycle.
But they are not emperors after all, at least in the high and low latitudes, even if they are afraid.
The hidden existence of low latitudes, once invading reality, will cause uncontrollable threats. In the distant Kyushu past, there were also instances of low latitudes invading reality.
I don't know how many changes it caused...
The low latitudes are secret, not to be mentioned, and not to be touched. Any creature who discovers that they dare to touch the low latitudes will be suppressed by all forces.
There is an unknown past that has disappeared from history.
Even before the Universe Empire, it was a terrible era of chaos and disorder, where low-latitude secrets once invaded reality, causing countless uncontrollable changes.
Time and space, heaven and earth, destiny, sentient beings, all souls, and even the reincarnation of life and death are all invaded.
Just one step away, Chaos will be pulled into the depths of low latitudes, and finally a pair of strong men from unknown and unknown places will stand up.
Emperor Chen, Emperor Yue! (The roles of Zichen and Ziyue will be launched in the mid to late stage!)
Emperor Chen plays yin and yang in one picture, sets three talents, plays four elephants, and is divided into five elements.
The book of Emperor Yue turns into Liuhe, generates seven stars, divides eight trigrams, and presents nine palaces!
Picture name river map!
Title Luo Shu!
One picture and one book are integrated, focusing on chaos and setting ten directions.
However, the low latitudes are too secretive and invade the boundaries of reality. It is difficult to distinguish between yin and yang between the river map and the Luoshu. In the end, the Emperor Chen and the Emperor Yue both hung the coffins and suppressed the low latitudes with their true bodies.
Emperor Chen, Emperor Yue, Shuangshuang Town entered the low latitudes, in exchange for the continuation of chaos.
At that moment, the world cried together, sentient beings screamed, billions of heavens and earth, endless worlds, rain of blood, for seven consecutive days.
I don’t know how many years have passed, or how many reincarnations have passed, one era after another, one cycle after another.
Heaven and earth, time and space, destiny, and sentient beings have forgotten the past, everything, and even the existence of Emperor Chen and Emperor Yue.
No one remembers them, no one remembers their sacrifice and sacrifice for Chaos.
All beings always forget!
Time will heal everything!
Under the endless low latitudes, there are too many weirdness and unknowns. There is no sun, moon and stars, the world, and there is no time and destiny. It is only full of unknown, unknown, and strange factors.
Or a point, or a plane, or an endless fantasy.
At the intersection of low latitudes and reality, two strange bronze coffins that have been sealed for years are suspended, filled with countless strange mists, full of unknowns and unknowns.
On the delivery of countless strange lines, a tortoise shell is suspended on one of the ancient bronze coffins, and a jade book is suspended above the ancient bronze coffin on the other, reflecting each other into strange lines, seeming to completely ban the unknown and strange.
The low latitudes have an intangible corrosion to reality, where everything may not exist, or there may be everything, reality and illusion, energy and matter.
The ancient Hetu and Luoshu have legends of endless years, a special book that possesses the world of calculations, analysis of destiny, penetration of all phenomena, and peeking into reincarnation.
No one knows that this picture book is the real original Hetu and Luoshu. Even though Chaos once appeared in Hetu and Luoshu, it is just a projection of the real Hetu and Luoshu.
One book, one picture, already accompanied Emperor Chen and Emperor Yue, suppressed under this infinite low latitude.
No creatures know!
Because they know that they don’t exist anymore, there are creatures that can transcend high latitudes, but they dare not easily descend below low latitudes.
The main god, the wolf girl, the Gaowei chaos messenger, the eldest lady did not dare either.
Except for the sky, the Supreme Emperor!
However, things in the world are always relative. No one has fallen below the low latitudes, but that does not mean that no one can do it.
Below endless low latitudes, either a point or a plane, full of unknown and strange, but three-dimensional ripples appear.
It seems to be a circle of ripples on the horizontal surface, but the plane is actually stretched, only the length and width of the plane, there is no concept of height, but now it has changed from a plane to a three-dimensional.
The length, width, and height seem to be transformed into two latitudes and promoted to three dimensions.
A door appeared silently, and a terrifying tentacled from it spread out. The moment it entered the low latitudes, even the surrounding unknowns and weirdness were retreating.
In the extremely quiet low latitude, there was whispering, as if it were a creature.
The tentacles spread, extending from all directions, supporting the portal on the plane, and a dark shadow was drilled out of it. Under special suppression at low latitudes, it immediately changed from a three-dimensional to a flat surface. It seemed to be a paper man. Shuttle quickly at low latitudes.
It was faintly visible that the shadow formed the appearance of a chicken, and the unknown and weird at low latitudes, seeing its tentacles disappeared, and the whispering reverberated.
In the extremely calm low latitude for an instant, different mists were filled, forming tentacles, chains, palms...
Suddenly tore away towards the chicken-like shadow, but before a while, the chicken-like shadow was abruptly torn apart, but from the depths of the shadow, another light spot burst out, just like a stickman. The chicken-like shadow was swallowed by the hidden existence of low latitudes.
The stickman rushed like a chicken blood, and in that quick glance, he saw the double coffin suspended at the intersection of reality and low latitudes.
I saw a book and a picture again, but didn't dare to stop, and it was too late to think, and in a flash, I crossed the intersection of low latitude and reality.
Those countless weird and unknown hidden existences uttered the most terrifying roar, but it was too late.
From a flat body, the stickman immediately turned into a normal phantom, a dot flashed in front of him, and the huge black **** hand stretched out from it, directly grabbing the phantom.
"Amitabha!"
"The time is just right, donor, I have worked hard all the way!"
"It's just a pity that the benefactor of the flower chicken, my Buddha is merciful, I hope you wait for bliss!"
The owner of the black Buddha's hand is a monk with a white moon robe and a handsome face. Seeing the phantom in front of him gradually solidify, he said a Buddha's name, full of compassion, as if he was a supreme monk.
"Master, you are serious. If you didn't help me in the past, I would have fallen for a long time."
"I am the evil emperor, and I must punish Qiran that evil lady!"
"She's not dead, the Emperor God has trouble sleeping and eating!"
"Also ask the master to help me!"
The phantom gradually solidified. If you look closely, his face is eight or nine points similar to Wang Zeyu, and the person in front of him is not Wang Zeyu, but one of the highest heavenly square emperors in the past, the Northern Xietian Emperor.
Because Qi Ran pried away his beloved, the war between heaven, earth and man broke out, and the Xietian emperor died under the siege of the three masters of the underworld.
"Amitabha!"
"Donor, the little monk is already ready!"
"With the help of the donor, great things can be accomplished."
"Lord God, Wolf Girl, Demon Venerable, High-Dimensional Chaos Messenger, City of Miracles, the little monk has finally waited for this day."
"But before this, the little monk also wants to take a walk!"
"Monk, the little monk is here!"
The young monk raised the dust with a loud horn of the Buddha, sending the soul of the Xietian Emperor into the depths, and an incarnation appeared in his own body and disappeared instantly! (Master Bald Liaochen is online)
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