Lin Fanxue Qianrou

"It's really just a mistake." Lin Fan smiled bitterly, and then explained seriously, mentioning the chaotic space-time sea; also talking about what he saw and heard along the way.

"Raytheon is an indomitable power, and he suppressed it for several epochs by himself."

Kui Niu's cultivation base is not high, but he has survived for too long. He has experienced a certain celestial battle and knows all kinds of mysteries, so he naturally knows Thunder God. Be merciful, our family, I am afraid that there will be no one left, and we will all die in blood and chaos."

"A clan with three gods in its heyday, there will be a day when it will decline." Qingyue sighed, and then seemed to think of her own family, why was it not like this?

A pair of gods suppressed the evil spirits of the ages and subdued the universe, but so what?In the end, it can only slowly decay and be lonely, until no one in the world knows about it.

"The immortal inheritance, the immortal orthodoxy? So what if you are as bright as the sun?" Lin Fan whispered, just a few simple words, but it made all three present sigh and empathize.

"Mother once said that your family is the group most likely to transcend, but in the end it declined." Qingyue looked at Kui Niu and said, "What happened back then?"

Kui Niu said: "My family is like the fireworks blooming in the highest sky. It was bright for a while, briefly piercing through the darkness of several epochs, and then dimmed. In the remnants of the ancient battlefield, in this past that has been sealed by history, I have lived in vain, and I have corrupted the reputation of my ancestors."

Kui Niu was very sad.

Lin Fan could understand this kind of state of mind very well, and then said leisurely: "Even if your fame is declining, at least you still have you, and you can prove that you have been here, that you have been prosperous and glorious. When I came, I saw the bloody broken Under the banner of the battle, the dry bones have become mountains, and the only thing left is a ray of obsession, and that is really completely dissipated, the whole world does not know what they are famous for, and they originated from that star."

"That was a civilization before us, and it was also a brilliant world, monk civilization; it flourished for three epochs, and finally, like us, withered at the most brilliant time."

Kui Niu sighed, and said: "This has been the case from ancient times to the present. When any immortal orthodoxy reaches its peak, it will also end when it ends. No family can escape this exception."

"What have you guys been through?"

Lin Fan was asking.

There are three thousand gods from ancient times to the present.

True or false.

Whether strong or weak.

It is impossible for all of them to be lonely and widowed, and they must have left behind an orthodox and immortal inheritance.

But as of now, none of them still exist.

The ancient clans in the lower world have fallen to the point where they can only survive in that kind of satisfactory place.

As strong as Thor, there is no moral system left.

Even Dream God can only protect his only daughter in the end and give him a letter from the Three Thousand Realms.

Lin Fan felt more and more terrified, as if there was an irresistible force, in the dark, where no one knew, controlling the fate of these ethnic groups, watching the lives of these powerful people with cold eyes.

"At that time, we were not just a family of three gods. Strictly speaking, our five ancestors were all gods, resplendent to the extreme." Kui Niu's eyes were full of fanaticism and reminiscence: "At that time, our family could really be said to have passed through the ages. I am afraid that since ancient times, there will never be another family that is as strong as us."

Lin Fan felt terrified.

A family of five gods!

Incredible.

"But in the end, so what?" Kui Niu smiled miserably, with fear in his eyes: "The great sun fell, the blue sky collapsed, and the myriad ways abandoned us."

Lin Fan was silent.

"Can you interpret the old scene for us?" Lin Fan asked.

It was a bloody picture.

In the picture, the five gods of this family fight fiercely in the sky, killing all over the sky and the earth, reversing the ancient and modern times, and can be called invincible.

The intruders were all in black clothes and black robes, with hideous masks and accompanied by evil beasts.

Too strong.

This clan was extremely prosperous, and there were countless demigods, but when those mysterious people in black clothes and black robes shot the black chains in their hands, even demigods could only bleed the sky.

In the end, an unfathomable existence appeared, it was a big pale hand, as if it had fallen from 33 layers of heaven.

The five gods walked together and rushed against the sky, but it was only the first time they collided, and three gods exploded, turned into faint sinks, and disappeared completely.

Lin Fan's scalp was numb!

That's a god!

In the old scene, he personally saw that this fallen god rebelled against the past and the present, rampaging through the ages and rivers with invincible hands, and broke a hundred thousand worlds with a single shout, and died so humblely in the end!

"Who is that! Who is shooting!"

Lin Fan was terrified!

god!

Under that giant hand, he was like an ant!

In the end, the picture freezes, there are thunders rushing up from the bottom of the long river of time and space, there are medicine hoes that break the flood, and they also attack and kill from the long river of time.

The giant hand retreated, and everything was invisible, only the broken, once prosperous universe was bleeding, and all spirits were crying.

"My memory ends here." Kui Niu was also crying.

He did not say his origin.

But Lin Fan sighed, this should be the Son of God, with an identity as high as Qingyue.

"I don't know about the so-called Tian Zhan and so on. When I was born, I had already arrived here, and only three old servants followed me." Kui Niu spoke to Lin Fan, bluntly, he knew about Tian Zhan because he was still in his womb I heard it by chance.

But the surviving gods in the clan are obviously very jealous, even if they are mentioned, they are cautious, he can't hear more.

"Oh my god."

At this moment, a faint sigh came out from the Liantian Prison.

That's the monk.

Lin Fan invited him out directly.

"Senior, please explain to us." Lin Fan saluted.

The monk said: "Some things, I can't say too much, it's not good for you, and I'm afraid to disturb some existences and make them wake up early."

After thinking for a while, the monk said: "The most important thing is that if I tell you something, it will change your fate invisibly, and I'm afraid it will disturb some people's layout."

"|Predecessors can say whatever they want." Qingyue said: "I also want to know why my respected group completely disappeared after I had a dream."

The monk thought about it carefully, and suddenly smiled strangely: "Do you know about parasitism?"

Lin Fan suddenly looked at the monk!

This is not the first time he has heard this metaphor!