Chapter 1494

Two months later.

Fairyland, the Far East.

Ning Tao sat cross legged on a sand dune, with golden light, the aura of God on his head, and the mother of five elements rotating slowly around his head.

In the immortal food pot, divine crystals flew to his body and disappeared. The power of creation flows on his body surface like golden soup. He looks like a melting Golden Buddha at the moment.

This is the result of his closed door practice these days.

He abandoned all the cultivation methods he had learned before, and just used his divine mind to drive the force of creation to run again and again, allowing the force of creation to flow into the force of creation, and then out of the seal of creation. Then use the power of creation to activate the creator's Dharma seal, but only activate and do nothing.

This is his practice now.

He doesn't need to practice any secret method, nor does he need to create a secret method suitable for him, although it's not a problem if he wants to do that now.

There are thousands of martial arts in the world, but the ultimate goal is only one, that is to defeat the opponent.

There are countless secret scripts of Kung Fu in the world, but the ultimate goal is only one, that is to make yourself stronger.

But the problem is that Ning Tao himself has reached the extreme. The martial arts in the world and the Kung Fu secrets in the world, including those created by himself, have no meaning to him.

Is elisabah strong?

If he wanted to, he could kill elisabah with one fist.

Are immortal hunters strong?

If the fairy catcher appears here at the moment, he is confident that he will end the battle in a few minutes. It is definitely the fairy catcher who fell, not him.

He has reached the extreme of cultivation, and there is no room for improvement.

What other skills does he practice and what other skill scripts does he need?

His strength of creation is the most powerful secret of skill in the world, and his fist is the strongest Kung Fu in the world.

Now, his natural operation of the power of creation is the strongest and best way to practice in the world, but even if the power of creation absorbs the energy of Shenjing, his power of creation will not be improved any more.

If this closed door practice is compared to mountaineering, he has now reached the top of the highest mountain in the world. There is endless emptiness ahead and there is no way forward.

Time goes by.

The divine crystals in the immortal food pot are reduced one by one.

Soon, the last divine crystal melted into the golden soup and disappeared in the natural power flowing on the body surface.

There is still no sense of enhancement.

Ning Tao opened his eyes, looked up at the gray sky and said in his heart, "is there really a boundary wall above God? It's like heaven and God. I need to touch it to break through? If there is such a boundary wall, I'm already a great God. If I break through another level, what space world will it be? What kind of existence is above God?"

Boom!

A sudden explosion of thunder broke out in the depths of the clouds.

The cloud turned black in the twinkling of an eye. It was as black as ink and huge.

Then, a black lightning bolt suddenly fell from the depths of the black cloud and hit Ning Tao's head.

The black lightning is coming, the terrible smell of death like purgatory, and the will of repression are also pounded down.

Ning Tao wants to dodge, but his body seems to be tied by a rope, and his feet are connected with the earth. He can't move at all.

"This power..." before he could understand, the black lightning had fallen on his head.

Like a golden soup, the power of creation exploded, but it closed in an instant, offsetting all the impact from the black lightning and the will to suppress.

Dozens of hairs fell from Ning Tao's head, but turned to ash before landing.

Ning Tao was stunned. There was a sense of shock in his heart, but more anger. He stood up from the sand dune and said, "are you God or nothing? I have no offense. Why kill me?"

Just now, it is estimated that ordinary gods will die if they suffer that.

Maybe that's how the star king was killed!

However, Ning Tao spoke, but there was no response from the depths of the dark cloud.

Ning Tao said again, "are you an existence above God? Where are you? Why don't you show up? I want to talk to you."

There was still no response in the black cloud, and the black cloud was dissipating rapidly. It disappeared in a blink of an eye, and the terrorist energy gathered in the sky also disappeared.

Ning Tao was stunned on the hill and didn't return to his mind for half a sound.

What happened just now made him feel like a despicable assassin. He attacked him while he wasn't being attacked. Seeing that he could not be killed, he turned and ran away without giving him any chance of revenge.

After a while, Ning Tao looked back from the sky, looked at the dead desert on the other side of the hill and said to himself, "is there really a higher space above the three worlds? And there is a higher existence above God?"

This is as complex as ordinary people thinking about what the universe is like.

"Just now, didn't you want to kill me, or did I touch that barrier and God want to kill me?" Ning Tao continued to think.

I don't know.

There are thousands of gods on the sacred mountain, and there are none on the 9999 gods. Only his legend can be seen, but not his people. In the past, Ning Tao was afraid to touch the taboo of Wu, and even didn't dare to think about the supreme existence of Wu, because in those days, the star king just expanded, moved an idea to kill Wu, and was destroyed. He didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the star king.

But now it's different. He has reached a hundred feet and has no room to improve. If his career is compared to playing games, he has reached the level now, and the experience of playing strange brush is useless. What's more, I just didn't know whether it was none or the old man who attacked him. People started to do it. What else did he worry about?

For a time, Ning Tao looked up at the sky again. His voice penetrated the sky. "I don't care who you are. If you want to kill me, you have to face me and kill me face to face. Just like that, I despise you!"

There was only his voice in the sky, no response.

Ning Tao took back his sight and jumped to the edge of the desert of death.

As he had seen before, every once in a while, the death desert had the opportunity to advance a grain of sand, and the fairy world was swallowed up by it. When he came here again this time, he saw with his own eyes that almost every second the dead desert would devour a grain of sand.

This time, the speed of the death desert swallowing the fairy world is obviously faster, which is like a snowball. With the increasing area of the death desert, its rolling speed is bound to be faster and faster. The desert of death is surrounded from all directions. It is like swallowing the fairyland one by one. When it can swallow the fairyland one by one, it will certainly swallow it one by one!

Is that day the so-called judgment day?

The earth is falling apart, all things return to zero, and God's people are ascended to the kingdom of heaven.

"Hum! I never believe in evil." Ning Tao put away his thoughts and slapped him on the sand in front of him.

A creation

The main Dharma seal is shining on the ground, and the powerful vitality is released from the main Dharma seal of creation, stretching for thousands of miles!

In the twinkling of an eye, the vitality released by the creator Fayin hit the boundary of the desert of death.

Without any sign, the wind suddenly rose from the dividing line, rolled up yellow sand, and the waves surged.

The waves are driven by vitality, while the death desert is the coastline that the waves cannot cross, the reef and the mountain!

The desert of death can no longer move forward.

The energy of this desert has become particularly active. On the one hand, there is the dark energy with the smell of death, and on the other hand, there is the force of creation with vitality. Death wants to move forward, but life doesn't give up an inch of land. Life and death are fighting like this. There is no fierce battle and no sound of explosion, but it is the cruelty of your death and mine.

Boom!

Another black cloud appeared in the sky. This time, the sky visible to the naked eye was completely black, as if it were a big ink plate.

The sense of crisis suddenly came, stronger than the previous one.

But Ning Tao's heart was frightened. He looked up at the sky and shouted, "are you going to kill me? Then show up and kill me face to face!"

His voice pierced the sky. It was a sword and a spear.

But there was no response in the sky.

Although the sky was dark, no black lightning fell.

The last time he failed to assassinate Ning Tao, the other party didn't seem to think this way could kill the plague God, so he was too lazy to do it.

However, Ning Tao's creator FA Yin's boundary of creative power is shrinking.

Here, life is not the opponent of death.

This is the doomed result. Even Ning Tao can't change here, because the other party is the whole death world, and Ning Tao is just a God. No matter how powerful he is, he can't pry the whole world.

Ning Tao didn't want to change it, but watched the boundary of the creator's seal shrink a little.

A feeling of powerlessness suddenly rose in his heart. It was as powerful as him. It was as powerful as the creator's seal, which can be restored by the spirit Saturn that can be blown to pieces at random. It was also so vulnerable in front of the dark energy here.

Will the three realms really be destroyed?

In a month?

If that's the case, he and Nanmen xunxian's children, as well as the children of immortal huohuang, qingzhui, Bai Jing, Jiang Hao, Lin Qingyu, Tang Zixian, Ruan Zihui, Xi'er, they and their children will have no chance to grow up again.

The most ridiculous and sad is those people on earth. They are still competing for the pitiful resources, right? The earth is going to be destroyed, but they are still killing each other.

The desert of death is approaching.

Ning Tao retreated a little. Even he dared not face the whole world of death. That power is the power to create the whole universe. No one can defeat it, nor can he.

What happened to all this?

Ning Tao didn't understand and was unwilling.

The desert of death spread to the creator's seal, and the creator's seal disappeared little by little.

"No, I can't wait any longer. I want to find the goddess of wisdom ximia. If she doesn't tell me the truth, I......" a cold light flashed in Ning Tao's eyes. "I killed her!"

He took out the thunder hammer and flew to the fairy land with a toss.

The black clouds in the sky disappeared and everything was as old as before.

The desert of death still devours the fairyland, one grain of sand at a time, one grain of sand at a time.