Chapter 574

All the fulcrum world, return to the vicinity of the world.

Even if no one noticed at first.

However, after all, there is no guarantee. Soon, the strange phenomenon happened to the ancestors. The world of their own fulcrum is less than 100 meters away from the world. For a while, all the fulcrums exploded.

There was a lot of discussion.

What's the matter.

It wasn't until the ancestral life bodies in all the fulcrums, such as the ice emperor, officially appeared in front of and behind countless living beings for the first time that the storm gradually stopped.

For the monks below.

The life body of the ancestor is the supreme.

But at the same time, there were four words "riding the heavens" in the head. From the perspective of today's abnormal situation, anyone can feel that it must be the fulcrum of the world, where great events have taken place.

Actually.

For the vast majority of monks in other fulcrums, as before, there is almost no concept of fulcrum world, let alone the so-called land of the world.

These.

Once, it was only those monks who followed the ancestral life body that would know the secret.

Now the door is completely opened.

This is a blessing for all the monks in the fulcrum world, because today all the fulcrum world are less than 100 meters away. Even the monks at the ancient ancestor level can leave their fulcrum and travel to another fulcrum world.

Compared with the world we have seen.

The other fulcrum has a sense of mystery and expectation.

Of course.

All of these are in the eyes of the once fulcrum creators, and they hope so.

Ordinary people have a good saying.

Shut up.

In the end, they will only cling to the world in front of them, and stagnate.

Once the land of the world.

Like a doll, it is controlled by many enemies, so that it will always be an ant like prisoner.

But now.

The whole world is like a phoenix finally free from its cage. Its holy spirit finally reaches a new world.

If the land of the universe is compared to a universe, the new world is the space outside the universe.

Here.

With countless planets, it's the real world.

Each of them radiates endless bright light, like the fire in the night. These stars, though far from being comparable to the land of the world, are also the real hegemonic forces between the heaven and the earth. The most important thing is that they can't be alone without reaching the level of the land of the world, and can't be watched by hunters.

Otherwise.

As early as countless eras ago, their fate has been the same as the land of the world. They have become puppets that have been played with, immersed in the hands of others and fabricating lies for them.

The breath that permeates from the world.

It has almost reached the point of oppressing the heavens.

Cold!

Terrible!

Terror!

Even though the land of the world has been controlled by many enemies for countless eras, when it regains consciousness, it still makes the nearby stars feel a shiver. It's like the sharp breath of the abyss that will devour people. It also makes the friars of countless stars feel cold and shudder.

They are different from the world.

From the beginning to the end, we live in the real world.

Of course I have.

The place of the world was once called the ancestral place by the heaven and the world. It was also called the ancestral place by the title of "controlling the heaven". However, it was invaded by unimaginable enemies, which led to the sunset and the west mountain. Even all the fulcrum world belonging to the world of the world separated.

But when this breath.

When we return to the real world.

Friars from all the nearby planets found that the land of all worlds was revived!

Even the breakaway fulcrum world did not know when it would return to the vicinity of the land of all kingdoms.

For all the stars in the real world, their generation has never seen the peak of the land of the world. The monks who witnessed the land of the world, from glory to decline, have almost died. Now there are only a dozen left.

And on a planet in the real world.

There are rural farmers everywhere in the world of mortals. There are busy figures in the field. There is no strong aura here. There is no powerful monk who can destroy the whole world with a single blow. In the eyes of these mortals, their vision is very limited.

Can cut mountains and rocks.

One hand smashes the warrior of a hundred meter high mountain, which is the immortal God in their eyes.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, come home for dinner."

A full of childish, and naive voice, all of a sudden in the rural field path uploaded.

The next moment.

I saw a five or six-year-old girl, barefoot and wearing a pink skirt, smiling, running all the way towards an old figure who was standing in the countryside, wearing a plain colored woven hat and bending down to work in the field.

It was an old man with a white jacket on his upper body, a pair of grey trousers on his lower body, and a pair of boots on his feet. Hearing the girl's voice, the old man subconsciously raised his head. It was a face full of vicissitudes and wrinkles. The old man could not help but be blinded by the glare of his eyes, shaking his eyes a little, then he rubbed his eyes and waved to the little girl, Smile:

"I know, I know. Grandpa will be back soon."

Say.

The old man was busy weeding the fields again.

The little girl smiled.

Then he dragged an innocent and lovely face, squatted on the edge of the field, full of curiosity, looking at the busy figure of the old man, seems to have been very used to it. Every time she called for the old man, the old man would delay his action.

You can't help it.

"Grandpa, those fairy tales you told Niuniu before are true," she asked

Smell the words.

The old man was stunned for a while, but he didn't expect that the little girl would suddenly ask about it.

"Of course, what grandpa said, is there any leave?"

"But brother Zhao said that there are no immortals in the world, saying that grandpa is a liar."

The little girl's brother Zhao.

In fact, it's a seven or eight year old boy who just stepped into the martial arts. But in the eyes of the little girl, those martial artists who cut mountains and rocks are the most powerful.

But just then.

The old man who just had no choice but suddenly raised his head, a pair of turbid eyes, and looked at the sky somewhere, constantly shaking. Then, his pupil suddenly shrank, his eyes were full of disbelief.

If you look carefully.

You will find out.

On the old man's forehead, there is a very conspicuous old scar, which seems to be a big cut by some sharp weapon.

"Grandpa, what's the matter with you?"

Seeing her grandfather's sudden appearance, the little girl tooted her mouth, and her eyes were full of curiosity, which suddenly flashed.

But I can only hear my grandfather.

The tone is full of inconceivable, murmuring:

"this This, the land of all worlds, has returned to the real world. "