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"Are you Lin Cang?"
Xia Yan is currently in a colorful area, with all kinds of memory fragments flashing, like a horse watching a lantern, making it dizzying.
But Xia Yan immediately recognized a familiar figure among the countless memory fragments.
Lin Cang
This is Lin Cang¡¯s memory.
Beside him, the man in a green shirt gave Xia Yan an extremely familiar feeling.
Xia Yan couldn't help but look at him, not only the breath, but also the appearance of the man, he had seen it in Pangu Ax's memory.
Lin Cang.
The sky that will follow
"My name is no longer Lin Cang, or I should say, my name is Lin Cang and I have only existed for less than twenty-one years." Cang Tian said with complicated eyes.
Then he waved his hands to the side, and the chaotic memory fragments around them suddenly changed, gradually forming an orderly and coherent picture.
That picture fell into Xia Yan's eyes, and his mind was shocked.
The time in this scene happened when he first appeared in Lin Cang's memory.
There was a young man inside, chatting with a little red flower.
If Xia Yan remembers correctly, the next moment, the boy in the picture will stand up and realize who he is, and then the dream that Xia Yan has spent will begin.
"It's a pity that I'm not you." Cangtian's voice suddenly sounded.
Xia Yan discovered that the young man in the picture did not stand up.
He suddenly understood.
This is not the dream years I have spent, but the experience of heaven.
That little boy didn't know who he was. He was accompanied by a little red flower day after day. In this huge sect, even the nine flaming suns hanging high in the sky couldn't notice this little red flower. A handyman disciple.
As Cang Tian said, he is not Xia Yan.
If he were Xia Yan, he would be able to attract Jiuyang's attention in less than a day.
But there are no ifs in this world.
Cang Tian and Xia Yan are both looking at the fragments of the past.
Day after day, year after year, I don¡¯t know how long it has passed, probably five or six years.
On this day, something went wrong with the flaming sun in the sky. Over the Shendao Sect, the most primitive flaming sun shattered.
An old man's figure appeared, his body covered in blood and his breath was messy.
In front of the old man, there is a huge gap!
That gap, as the scorching sun shattered, spread to the whole world in the blink of an eye!
An era, a big world scope! Everyone is under the black crack.
It was as if the blue sky was torn open into a night curtain, and from the crack, countless monsters poured out!
The end!
This is the end of the era of heaven!
At that time, Cangtian was just a small handyman disciple. He stood with a small red flower on his shoulder, looking up at this sudden disaster with a pale face.
The monks of the Shinto Sect, tens of millions of disciples, rushed into the black tide of monsters like moths to the flame.
The only eight flaming suns left in the sky emitted scorching light, trying to dispel the boundless black tide.
but¡¡
It¡¯s no use
Everything seems to be in vain.
A white twelve-story tower crashed into the black tide, killing tens of millions of monsters in an instant.
?????????? A snow-white beheading knife was slashed out, drawing a trajectory of shattering stars, killing tens of millions of enemies
But it¡¯s still useless.
The endless black monsters are like densely packed locusts. They devour everything. Wherever they pass, the colors disappear, and in the end only thick darkness is left.
The destruction of an era, the collapse of the world, the chaos of space and time, strange ripples and fluctuations appeared everywhere, and space cracks surged out from time to time, bringing strange energy that even Daluo Jinxian would die immediately upon touching it!
At that time, Cang Tian could not survive, let alone a small handyman disciple of the Shinto Sect. Even the Supreme Being in the sky could only struggle to support him.
Destruction is only a matter of time.
"But the Supreme One is dead, but the sky is not dead!"
Just when the sky was about to die, an old man covered in blood appeared.He stood in front of him, blocking the surging energy waves alone!
Shengya Ruins.
This old man only became aware of his son when he was about to die.
He looked back, his eyes fixed on Cangtian, with a deep sense of reluctance and guilt.
The sky of that era did not know the meaning of this look.
"For my father, I opened the sky and created the world. The laws of heaven are all under my feet."
"But what's the point? I have been entangled with the way of heaven for countless years. I thought that my biggest enemy was the way of heaven, but it couldn't defeat me, but it used insidious means to cover my eyes and let my only biological flesh and blood Reincarnation continues and cannot be found.¡±
"I owe you as a father."
"It wasn't until this real disaster came that my father suddenly realized that the way of heaven is just a small fruit cultivated by someone."
"I claim to be invincible, but I have been fighting a small fruit for endless years."
"It took me until my death to find traces of my son."
Cangtian didn¡¯t understand what Shengyaxu was saying. He was completely stunned and had no idea what this powerful old man was talking about.
However, Shengyaxu didn¡¯t say much to him. He just took out a strange fruit with nostalgia.
In the end, he reluctantly glanced at Cangtian, and then shot the fruit into Cangtian's body.
Cang Tian¡¯s consciousness also began to become blurry at this moment.
His figure gradually drew away, and the last lamp of life lit up on Shengyaxu's body, burning his own life, doing the last thing he could for his child who had been in trouble for life after life in his struggle with the way of heaven. things.
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When this era ended, the world fell into darkness and chaos.
¡°The disappearance of the fruits of heaven for an era means that the world has come to an end.
But those people did not get the fruits of heaven in this era.
It is in the heart of a young boy, and it is the biggest treasure that Shengyaxu left to his children.
In the chaos, a giant egg floated from nowhere. One day, the giant egg cracked and a giant came out. He was holding a big ax and created the world!
A new era is coming and a new world is born!
The new way of heaven also appears at this moment.
At the same time, a hand suddenly stretched out from the pitch-black land, and even the giant couldn't sense his presence.
This young man is Lin Cang!
He stared at the empty world, his eyes flashing with intense hatred.
During these countless years of sleeping, he knew who he was and who the old man was.
But there is no turning back, and his own era has long since passed away.
He regrets it!
I hate my own powerlessness even more!
"My name is Cangtian, and I swear to avenge my era!"
"I swear to avenge my father!"
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