Chapter 47 The Year of the Gods!

(ss2010 with shoes, your prediction will definitely fail, wow hahahaha.)

These deadly moons naturally come from the tomb of the moon god.

Shi Qingtian didn't know that they thought this was an ancient relic and rushed in, but in fact they walked into the entrance of death.

The place where the two weak people were buried after death, did they come and leave as soon as they said?

The door that erupted with moonlight finally opened completely. Countless moonlight dissipated, and in just a moment, the whole four people have been killed.

Even Shi Qingtian was extremely embarrassed, panting and sweating profusely.

However, when he saw the scene in the door, he was still a little dissatisfied, which was completely replaced by shock!

The door is not a magnificent treasure hall, nor a treasure mountain full of treasures, but an empty palace, surrounded by countless scrolls, scriptures and classics!

It can be said that in this palace, there are books everywhere, precious and lonely books everywhere, and the lost civilization record of hundreds of millions of years, the truth of the road!

"Is this... Jiuxuan Shinto?" Seeing a lonely book on the outermost part, Shi Qingtian's eyes were about to stare out!

That's the magic formula that he can practice, Jiuxuan Shinto. It is divided into nine layers, each of which is a mystery and a world. Until the end, the nine gods and Taoisms are transformed into a whole, and you can directly reach the peak of virtuality and achieve supreme cultivation.

A solitary book that can be used for people to practice and return to the peak of the virtual, but it is just an ordinary book around overseas. So how terrible are the scrolls and scriptures that emit shimmering light inside?

Shi Qingtian didn't dare to think about it anymore, because he found that the road ahead was probably the purpose of his trip, the road to the collapse!

"Mr. Shi..." A Guiyi master carefully looked at Shi Qingtian. After finding the shock and joy on his face, he settled down and whispered, "Are we?"

"Wait a minute!" Fortunately, Shi Qingtian did not lose his mind and knew the truth of acting safely. He ordered in a low voice, "You should observe the blood sacrifice array around you first, so that we won't talk again." Immediately, he paused and continued, "Don't get close to that door. Wait for me here to test it."

This sentence is a little selfish, and it seems to be covered. However, most of the remaining ten people belonging to the Shi family are naturally not to blame anything, but nodded secretly.

As soon as the words fell, Shi Qingtian stopped talking and flew straight to the gate.

His eyes have not stopped reading around. In this world-like sea of books, everyone will feel their insimity.

Because each of these books represents the vicissitudes of the world. Each one represents the power that has risen and the civilization that has been brilliant. It is no exaggeration to say that every book here is older than the age of Shi Qingtian himself.

You should know that Shi Qingtian has lived for tens of thousands of years, which is longer than the war between the human race and the demon race in the human world, almost comparable to the four mythical beasts that existed in the era of Honghuang.

"There is even the forbidden book of the Chronicles of the Gods?" In the sea of books, Shi Qingtian swam around in this vast palace. When he approached the center, he found a huge classic with a faint light. That is the story that is forbidden to be recited by the heavens and the world, that is, the so-called years of the gods.

In the years of the gods, it is recorded that in ancient times, those 'god'-like strong men hundreds of millions of years ago.

Although he had heard of the years of the gods, Shi Qingtian had never seen this strange saying with his own eyes. Curious for a moment, he couldn't help but bend his palm into claws and grab the light-sipating classic.

With the classics, a thick and simple atmosphere came to my face. Obviously, this chronology of the gods has passed for countless years. At this moment, it is full of a sense of history, which makes Shi Qingtian feel pressure in vain.

Without the discomfort, Shi Qingtian's white eyebrows beat fiercely and opened the first page of the years of the gods.

"In the years of the gods, God occupies the highest place, and everything is controlled by God. Fate is impermanent, the torrent is turbulent, God is in charge of everything, divides the law, and recreates a new life.

"There are yin and yang, four elephants, sun and moon, and countless laws in the world, all of which are controlled by God."

"The supreme true god has left, and the god and the earth god have been closed for countless years. The god of yin and yang controls the power of the gods, the god of death, and the god of life controls the life and death of the world.

"The sun god, the moon god, the palm sun, the stars, the moon and the stars, the sky and the earth are bright."

"Evil God, God of War, Demon God, God of War..."

Many once powerful names emerged one by one in the years of the gods. Even if he saw these names alone, Shi Qingtian was a little frightened.

The existence that can be included in the years of the gods is definitely the strong one who breaks the void. As for the supreme true god mentioned earlier, it is also the strongest who is closest to the powerful and irresistible existence.

Compared with them, these returns to the earth are really nothing.

However, after reading the years of the gods, Shi Qingtian's fanatical idea rose in his heart. As long as you get a way to break the deficiency from this relic, then the gods may have their own names in the year!

There are many laws in the heavens and all worlds, and the most important laws have long been occupied by those who break the virtual strong. However, on the last page of the Chronicle of the Gods, the fact that the gods fell is also recorded. Now there are not many strong people left in the world. In addition to the gods, the earth gods, and the two strong men of life who are still unaware of life and death in the retreat. As for other devoids, no one knows whether it is life or death.

Returning the years of the gods to its original position, Shi Qingtian continued to fly forward, but found that the powerful scrolls that exuded light in the front were extremely powerful, even he could not approach, because those volumes were protected by pure virtual power. Even if the virtual master wants to break through those virtual power, it is extremely difficult, and it can be said that it is almost impossible.

With a faint regret in his heart, Shi Qingtian sighed. With a turn of his palm, several skills that he had just been absorbed from the sea of books and fell into his palm.

The level of these skills is very high, and there are also two 'Heavenly Level' advanced spells. This kind of spell is placed in the hands of those who return to the virtual strong, and the power is absolutely destroying the world. Even if it is displayed by the first division, it is enough to fight against the master who is new to the virtual.

I have to say that Shi Qingtian began to feel that his tough decision to enter the ruins was really the right decision. Otherwise, when the Li butcher of the Li family and several other patriarchs arrive and then enter the ruins, how can he have the opportunity to choose the skills and classics in this sea of books at will?

Sometimes when the attitude is tough, there are still many benefits.

Just when he was still complacent, the palace, which was empty except for large books, suddenly had a violent tremor.

The mirror-like bluestone floor of the palace began to crack on a large scale, and the invisible ceiling began to sprinkle a large area of dust. Many scrolls were frightened by the tremor and turned into streamers and ran around the palace, hitting Shi Qingtian's body from time to time. Even with his body, it was shaken. Shaking, his face is blue, but he can't leave here.

Because those scrolls are all moving, like a stormy ocean, rolling up countless waves, in which they can't be separated at all.

"Shi Lao!"

Several teachers saw this situation and suddenly felt a little anxious.

If Shi Qingtian is trapped in this palace, they will be in danger. Don't mention the bloody sacrifice array that is still unclear. If Shi Qingtian is trapped in this palace, they will become lambs to be slaughtered and fat in the eyes of other forces. It is likely that they will be arrested and forced to ask what they got in the ruins. In that case, several lives are not enough to die.

"Dat, what's wrong with these books?" Shi Qingtian, who was knocked dizzy by those books turned into streamer, spit out a mouthful of blood. With his cultivation, he would be hurt, which is enough to see how terrible these scrolls riot.

"Three Life Scriptures"

"The supreme code"

"Secret Record of the Seventy-two Worlds"

"Reverse..."

All of a sudden!

In countless classics flying and bumping into his classics, a volume of simple and unpretentious, the missing half-volume of books made Shi Qingtian even shrink his pupils. The reverse word is like a magic spell, which is fiercely imprinted on his mind, which disturbs his huge sea of knowledge, which can be called a big world. The sea of knowledge is full of explosions, and there are destructive scenes everywhere. Only the reverse word sits in it and stirs up the wind and rain.

One word confused the sea, countless storms suddenly arose, and the violent pain like needles spread out in the sea, and the pain was as strong as Shi Qingtian roared loudly.

"What an embarrassing ant." At the top of the palace, there was a faint and soft sigh.

With that sigh, countless moons fell, completely illuminating the boundless sea of books. The palace trembled and stopped.

Above the palace is a long ladder leading to the sky, with a half-moon throne at the top, sitting with a blue-haired childlike teenager.

That's right, it's a teenager, a teenager who is only a teenager, with some tired eyes, looking at Shi Qingtian faintly.

Shi Qingtian was awakened by the other party's ant, and the reverse words in his mind were broken, which made him snort, and blood flowed out of his nose and ears.

In the shock just now, his sea of knowledge has been hurt, if not the foundation is not deep. I'm afraid this is enough to kill him.

He looked up at the half-moon throne at the top of the palace, looked at the blue-haired teenager, and said in a low voice, "Who are you?"

"Do you deserve to ask?" The blue-haired teenager's voice was gentle, like an empty spring in an empty valley, but it implied arrogance and murderous intent. Shi Wuxiao shook his whole body, as if he felt something. His body fell from the air, his knees were soft, and he knelt to the ground!

The blue-haired teenager closed his eyes, squeezed his lips, and sighed, "Many years after death, it is difficult to preserve even this quiet place?"

"Humans, you have made me angry."