Ling An originally thought that it had already been controlled and there was no possibility of it appearing again.
But within the body of the Old One, at the boundary of death, the Lord Wuxiang Yan was still struggling to hold on.
Facing this former enemy, Ling An was speechless for a long time.
He really wanted to say something clever to it.
Things like “Brother, you’re blocking my reincarnation.”
But this doesn't seem to be the right occasion, and I can't open my mouth.
Lord Wuxiang Xian also seemed to have noticed Ling An's arrival.
As a former rival and now a brother in distress, Ling An really wanted to know what it was thinking.
"We, stand up again..." said Wuxiang Xianzhu in a low voice.
"What do you mean?" Ling An was puzzled.
But Wuxiang Xianzhu embraced him.
In an instant, Ling An understood what it meant.
He almost laughed out loud, and sighed helplessly: "Sister, you've made it so that I may not be able to reincarnate!"
But Ling An did not resist. He just did what Lord Wuxiang Xian did, gathering everything he could and calling for power.
Just a call.
That's all he can do.
……
The boundless sea.
The Touch of the Old Ones stands quietly like a god.
He gathered all the power and strength of his own body, the Sun-Devouring Whale and the Lord of the Formless Fire.
Three in one, unbreakable.
What's more, the complete power of time has been controlled by Him.
He is now, without a doubt, the most powerful being in the world.
Plan everything and destroy everything.
When the wails come, He only needs to wait quietly.
But inexplicably, he felt a faint sense of crisis.
He searches everywhere, and nothing in heaven or on earth can escape His search.
Even outside this world, there is no threat to Him.
There are no clues, but the sense of crisis has not disappeared.
He had no choice but to madly strengthen himself, and with the power of war, he frantically absorbed the frequency of fragmentation in this world at this moment.
As long as you are strong enough, you will be invincible in the world. This is a simple truth.
On the planet Solaris, with Him as the center, a huge, all-encompassing vortex began to emerge.
All, all frequencies are moving towards this vortex.
His power began to increase rapidly, bringing about the accelerated destruction of the world.
but.
at a certain moment.
He suddenly realized that the crisis did not come from this world, but from himself.
In an instant, He sensed it with telepathy.
The power of war is contracted again, combined into one, and truly complete.
Even under His crazy action of absorbing frequencies, this power became extremely huge.
But He had no time to be happy, because at a certain moment, this power was disconnected from Him.
When war overwhelms dominance, how can He remain as steady as a rock?
In an instant, his body was torn apart, and from the middle head, another head without a crown emerged.
"I... won." The Crownless Man opened his mouth, but the voice that came out was that of the Master Wuxiang Xian.
Within the body of the Touch of the Old Ones, it re-fused the two separate powers, and it still has a chance to occupy this body.
"Haha, you're dreaming!" The Old One was extremely angry. He stopped absorbing frequencies and instead called upon the power of domination to begin to invade the Formless Fire Lord who represented war again.
Then, the crownless man in the head spoke again, this time it was Ling An's voice, he said:
"So which side should I help?"
“You are not dead yet!” The Touch of the Old Days said in surprise. Then, He immediately reacted, “It makes no difference to you whether you are absorbed by me or by it…”
"No." Ling An said calmly, "It's very important to me without you."
At this moment, he became a part of Wuxiang Xianzhu again, and the other party needed him to occupy this body again.
But, no matter whether it is the Touch of the Old Ones or the Lord of the Formless Fire, they are all Ming Shi.
No matter which side you stand on, you can't change the arrival of the Sorrow.
But now, he has different powers.
The head of the crownless man smiled and said loudly: "I think this will definitely be the most brilliant fireworks display."
After he finished speaking, he kept silent and, relying on the power of the Wuxiang Xianzhu, exploded with a loud bang.
It was loaded with power of nearly the entire world's frequency and filled with countless forces, and it exploded in this instant.
It was just a matter of going to die. At this moment, there was nothing Ling An could not let go of.
The blazing light enveloped the world in an instant, overshadowing the sun and dispelling the blood-red sky.
The extremely majestic force pushed all the water in the boundless ocean to the other side.
Just like the devastating flood in mythology, it submerged the entire world.
This light lasted for a long time.
He was decomposing, and all the absorbed frequencies were rising towards the sky without stopping, and falling in this world like sweet rain.
Ruins, ravines, floods, the world is devastated.
But the wailing failed to completely destroy it.