Chapter 1304 How Small Is the Ancestor of the Jin Family Among These Gods?

Looking up at the sky, the sea of ​​​​stars was submerged in brilliant white light, and at the end of the distant horizon was the faintly visible night.

Night and day, the two polar opposites but intersecting, make people feel a very unreal feeling.

Even the special effects of the movie, I have never seen such a scene!

"Then, what is that?" The dean raised his head and looked at the night, suddenly got up, and looked at the sky in astonishment.

Yes... shards!

On the sky like a curtain, countless fragments with irregular edges and corners were shattered, floating above the day and night in the air, and it was almost impossible to see it.

The dreamy feeling that rushed towards the face made everyone stunned, and their eyes were dumbfounded.

This, what is this?

Bai Chuwei was languid, leaning against the table, resting her chin with one hand and elbow, looking at the scene indifferently, and said in a low voice, "The remaining flesh fragments of the gods of all realms."

Just like those soul consciousnesses that I once saw on the island of the wicked, they are all incomplete.

If these pieces are a puzzle, then these pieces together are the grand scene of the age of the gods more than 5,000 years ago.

It is a pity that the center of these thousands of fragments is missing the largest piece, which can no longer be found in this world.

The remaining fragments of the gods of the world?

The eyes of the students watching the ceremony were stunned and shocked. Even if their heads were sore, they didn't want to hang down to rest.

Nima, some time ago I finally accepted that there is an industry of immortal cultivation in this world, and a few days ago I forcibly digested the remnants of ancient relics in this world, now? ? ?

Let them see the flesh fragments of the gods with their own eyes?

Mamma Mia, Vice President Bai is really capable!

Crossing the way of heaven, letting the gods witness, and giving your apprentice the biggest gift, does it make you a good face?

A true direct disciple is worthy of being a direct disciple...

It is the guardian of Nima.

envy, jealousy, hate.

Hua Ling laughed so hard that she ignored Tong Qingyan's desperate expression, pulling Leng Xueqin to look at the sky in the daytime.

He knew that if he believed in Master, he was right!

Although there are only a few cultivators in this world who have formed a contract, which Taoist companion has formed a contract like this? This life has bragging capital.

Hua Ling has already thought about it. After the bridal chamber candles tonight, he will immediately go to the master, who is the most dear to his apprentice, in the early morning of tomorrow, and serve him by beating his legs.

Hua Ling muttered in her mouth: "Master is so good, Master is also good... Master?"

Duan Feihan frowned and pressed his hand lightly on his temple, without saying a word or knowing what he was thinking.

Bai Chuwei turned her head: "Hanhan?"

Duan Feihan retracted his gaze and whispered, "I'm fine."

The two of them have been Taoist companions for a long time. She knows better than anyone whether Duan Feihan's "I'm fine" is true or false.

It's okay, he's in good physical and mental condition now.

Bai Chuwei glanced at Duan Feihan in surprise, but didn't take it to heart.

Tonight is not their home court.

The old man Jin held the armrest tightly, his face became paler and he didn't even breathe heavier.

Their Jin family has always been proud of the ancient relics, and they think they can rank in the forefront of all the cultivation families, but only today did they realize the insignificance of the ancient relics.

In ancient times, there were tens of thousands of gods, large and small.

All things in the world, animals, flowers and plants can become gods.

How insignificant is the ancestor of the Jin family among these gods?

What does all this mean in front of the last god in the East, Ming Chuwei? !

Knowing that Chuwei didn't do anything to him, Mr. Jin felt that he was slapped severely by Bai Chuwei, and his face hurt!

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