tkworld Chapter 283: Yellow Spring River!
Chapter 283: Yellow Spring River!
The waves were raging, and the endless malice followed the remaining thoughts of the two, extending from the unknowable place.
"The soul returns, the soul returns..."
"Hell is empty, the soul returns, the place where all spirits return, the emperor's eternal burial cave.
"The soul enters the abyss, renews life, accumulates new spirits, epochs are born and dies, and the past is buried.
The sound of the waves was mixed with a cold and hollow voice.
The sound of the wind howled, like weeping and complaining, like the sacrificial sound of ghosts and gods, and like the whispers of evil spirits, tempting all beings.
It seems to come from the other end of the other side, spanning time and space, chaotic and disorderly, to lead people into Jiuyou and cross the Yellow Spring.
Just like the substance, it can bury all beings and bury all.
The ancient rivers of time manifested, very ethereal and illusory, hovering between the virtual and the real in the chaotic sea, as if they were about to be annihilated.
But there is no silence, but the wandering years and ancient history are infected, dark as ink, flowing with violence, bloodthirsty, chaos
The sky and the earth are dark, as deep as the eternal night, and above the chaos, there is an inexplicable aura lingering indefinitely.
The causal lines of the timeline are being moved, as if to determine the location, trace the source, and come to cover it all.
A burst of incense rose from the sea water, waving and undulating, like a fog in the sea, ethereal and illusory.
Countless terrifying and terrifying scenes circulated in the fog, and countless worlds turned into dust.
It was a scene that was covered in dust in the past, and it was revealed by an inexplicable magic at this time.
In the wafting haze, it was as if he saw a thick shadow, delineating life and death.
The boundless repression reflected from the unknown place, transpiring strands of black haze.
Jiang Feng stood up, his eyes pierced through reality, and the multiverse was derived from his eyes.
Superimposed billions of layers, infinitely split and derived, evolving towards the ultimate, gathering and unique.
He saw some terrifying pictures, a dim yellow river, floating in front of a dark and towering ancient temple.
A blooming flower of death, in which the meaning of disaster and destruction blooms.
Yuehua stared at the picture of the Chaos Sea with a solemn expression.
Obviously, their previous conversation touched a lot, involving the abyss.
Even if the connection is cut off, it is useless, it is still traced back to the source and came to the door.
"These dirty things are everywhere, and the Chaos Sea is their breeding pool, and it will suddenly change when they are mentioned a little.
I suspect that they know your potential and want to kill it in advance, eliminate everything possible, and leave no room for it."
Yuehua's voice is cold and clear, the bright moon hangs high behind it, and the emperor's breath spreads, like a bright lamp illuminating the past and present, dispelling the cold, and protecting all living beings.
"In the first page of the era, death is difficult to bloom, all heavens wither, all worlds turn to dust, souls return to nothingness, on the Yellow Springs, the emperor also falls, enters the coffin, and creates a new life."
With the singing of the soul-like faint sacrificial sound, endless layers of malice intertwined.
Like an airtight black net, it enveloped all the ancient history and time of this chaotic sea, making time and space stagnate and blocking any possibility.
The chaotic sea water is gradually turning yellow, and the bottom of the sea seems to have mud rolling, covering the turbulent sea with a layer of yellow soup-like color.
And there are countless huge skeletons gushing out from the boiling sea, there are too many, each one is much larger than thousands of universes, exuding a breathtaking power.
But there is no vitality, and there are dense black threads shuttled between the bones.
The bones of various colors have strange deformed symbols, as if they were inscribed, and there is something in them, which looks extraordinarily strange, full of ominous, shocking.
There are even three immortal gods floating, which can be called three figurative multiverses, occupying a large sea area.
Being held high by the three dim yellow vortexes, they are eroding all the time, contaminating this body.
The majestic Qi machine has not yet dissipated, exuding the coercion that belongs to the emperor series, but now, it has been contaminated with unknown.
A new primordial spirit is being conceived, and in its hollow eye sockets, there are traces of ghost fires swaying.
The turbid yellow water has banned this chaotic sea water, and what boils is the ultimate meaning of destruction and corrosion, with a biting coldness.
"." Yellow Spring River!
For the first time, Yuehua's voice fluctuated, and he felt the endless evil spirits rolling over.
Time and space have been corrupted, and countless spirits with claws and claws have been born, and their voices are hoarse, full of greed and murder!
The endless twilight filled everything in sight, as if the end of the disaster had come early.
The Nether Ancient Temple is looming on the water of the Yellow River, as if it were just an illusory image.
However, there were a few more terrifying figures with an ominous aura, like a ferocious deity sitting on a temple.
The yellow thunder is roaring, breaking through the infinite (Wang De) thousand, like an evil dragon crisscrossing the boundless space and time, eroding countless timelines, overturning the past, present and future.
"The heresy, which has wiped out the holiness, provoked the will of the abyss, the sin is unforgivable, and it should enter the Yellow River to wash away the sins.
One of them was like a sculpture of yellow sand, revealing an indescribable terrifying statue indifferently.
As the sound spreads, the world-annihilating dust spreads everywhere, disrupting time and space.
A drop of rain fell, its color blood red, like the sky weeping.
The multiverses are trembling, with a pungent stench, floating in the world, and countless creatures are terrified, as if they are about to wind and sand.
An indescribable terror is invading, to subvert their hearts, fall into the Yellow Spring River, be assimilated by endless malice, and become one of them.