Chapter 459: The Frost of Ice and Snow (seeking monthly ticket)

The azure blue light pierced through the snow curtain, and took Zhang Daowen's final decisive slash to the Dark God.

At this time, many domain forces that were secretly concerned raised their heads and looked in the direction of Dawn City.

Far away, they could still see a glittering blue sky rising into the sky, radiating dazzling light.

God's mighty majesty swept the four directions.

Even if he was as strong as the Dark God, he would not dare to take this blow, roaring and trying to escape from the field of ice and snow.

I saw the Dark God wave frantically, and a strong flame appeared on his body, trying to melt the completely frozen space, so that he could tear out a space channel to escape.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't melt the frozen space.

The turbulent qi and blood gushed out from the dark god's body, and the dark **** at this time did not dare to hold any hands.

In the fearful expression of the Dark God, the flames were also frozen by the power of extreme cold and spread towards it at an extremely fast speed.

In the face of death, the Dark God chose to burn his own blood and fight to the death.

The surging qi and blood overflowed from the body and turned into more turbulent flames to surround it, trying to counteract the attack of Zhang Daowen's extreme cold force.

The qi and blood in the body is being consumed in large quantities at this moment, but the dark **** is not distressed.

At this moment, it just wants to live.

The frantically burning qi and blood made the Dark God's body gradually shrink, the strange lines flashing on his body became dim, and his expression became weak.

But it still hasn't resisted the falling of the ice blade.

When the ice blade approached, the helpless Dark God released the only remaining blood in his body, and patted his hands forward, trying to catch the attacking ice blade.

The speed of the ice blade slashing is not fast, but it is inevitable.

The weakened Dark God could only grit his teeth, but when his hands came into contact with the ice blade, the cold air quickly penetrated into his body, quickly destroying his body structure, and even his consciousness was under the power of extreme cold. is gradually frozen.

Facing Zhang Daowen's mortal blow, the Dark God seemed to see his end, and let out a roar that resounded throughout the world, squeezing his own qi and blood to prevent the power of extreme cold from spreading in his body.

"Crack!"

A crisp cracking sound resounded from the dark god's body, and the blood core in the body shattered under its desperate squeeze.

At the moment when the blood core shattered, the Dark God completely lost his resistance to the power of extreme cold.

In a short time, it turned into an ice sculpture.

At this time, Zhang Daowen grabbed to the rear. Feng Qi, who was watching the battle not far away, only felt his vision blurred for a while. When his vision was clear, he found that he had appeared beside Zhang Daowen.

"Uncle Qi... Let's do it. His body has been completely destroyed by me, so there is no need to worry anymore."

Hearing these words, Feng Qi was about to start when he suddenly thought of a question.

Assuming that he kills the Dark God here, the Dark God will be completely erased from the timeline, so whether the real history will be changed.

Perhaps the Dark Gods would not exist.

Over time, the butterfly effect has a huge influence.

The existence of the Dark God has a long history. The disappearance of the Dark God may affect not only time, but also the history of the entire domain world.

Although the Dark God Race is not a force in the small world of the spiritual realm, it may still affect a large number of domain forces, and it may even be the Mist Race.

For example, a domain creature that was once killed by the dark god, because the dark **** was erased in history, it should have died and survived. Maybe this domain creature or the descendants of this domain creature will be established. Create a realm dynasty.

The impact of this is huge.

It is possible that this dynasty annexed the Misty Clan during its expansion, and it is also possible that this force indirectly destroyed the ancestors of the Misty Clan.

Therefore, to kill the Dark God, all the previous efforts may fall short, or even start over.

This is different from the previous situation.

In the previous dream of the future, he killed all the new forces that appeared after the reality line, and could not interfere with his reality line.

But the Dark God is different, it has existed for a long time.

Just when Feng Qi hesitated, the voice of the narrator sounded in his mind.

[Don't panic, I've already analyzed this situation for you, so don't worry about killing it.

"Why?" Feng Qi immediately asked.

[Have you forgotten San Tai? Before you absorbed Sanwei's ontology evolution token, the history of this miracle item was even longer than that of the Dark God. I don't know how many owners have been changed during this period, but after returning to reality, the reality has not changed, which means that you The ability to obliterate is limited, it is very likely between reality and 1500 years, which is why you travel between these two time points, they are like two important nodes marked in the long history. .

[In addition, the faith bracelet in your hand can also prove this point. After you took the faith bracelet, history has not changed, and even the island of Heijue is still there, and it has not changed at all, so at that time I It is inferred that your erasure is limited and does not span all points in time.

[Other proofs include, for example, one of the origins of the Dark God, "Blood Source", was deprived by you, but do you see any changes in history? Facts have proved that the historical starting point of your change is at the point of the reality line, otherwise the dark gods have disappeared with a source, and the impact on history is equally huge. Now the dark gods still exist, and even their leaders have not changed. It is still the masked man. Prove that you cannot influence history prior to the point of reality.

"Then, can I still extract innate abilities by killing the Dark God?"

[Then I don't know. It's possible with a high probability. After all, the timelines are different. What you have drawn is the dark **** of this timeline. What does it have to do with the dark **** of your reality line?

"Isn't it possible to go back in time? It's possible that the sacrifice line I experienced is a line that is in line with the reality line. It's just that after my death in the future dream world, time is backtracked to the starting point of the reality line."

[Your suspicion is really possible. I even doubted whether Xiao Hei killed you was resetting the time. If this assumption is true, then Xiao Hei killing you is not only not harming you, but helping you.

"Don't wash it, Xiao Hei really wants to help me and can't let me live for a while? If backtracking is the truth, how can you explain that there are two me? After all, the brain of the Scarlet Research Institute can't be fake, I read my own memory and it proves that there are two of me."

[How do I know whether it is to open up a new timeline or rewind time to restart? You have to explore the truth of all this, but now at least it can be proved that you cannot affect the history before the reality line, so the dark **** can kill.

After listening to the narrator's answer, Feng Qi was enlightened in his heart, and then asked a question in his mind:

"Why didn't you explain it to me before?"

[Too lazy to explain, too tired, and no overtime pay... How can an employee take the initiative to ask the boss to work overtime, right, Capital Chess.

As always, the narrator still looked unconcerned, but Feng Qi was relieved by the narrator's explanation.

When he came back to his senses, he clenched his fists and slammed into the chest of the Dark God who had turned into an ice sculpture.

When his fist collided with the Dark God's ice sculpture, a crack appeared in Dark God's chest, tearing the Dark God's body apart.

This crack expanded and spread at an extremely fast speed, expanding the scar on Dark God's chest.

In the blink of an eye, the ice sculptures of the Dark God were already covered with cracks.

The Dark God, who was exhausted of qi and blood, has completely lost his resistance, and even his consciousness has been frozen.

The crack continued to expand, and with a crisp sound, the Dark God ice sculpture collapsed.

I saw a thin mass of qi and blood emerged from the ice wreckage and penetrated into Feng Qi's body at a very fast speed.

Since the Dark God exhausted his qi and blood before he died, he did not absorb much of the power of qi and blood, and the change in his physical fitness was not obvious.

He didn't care about that at all.

What he valued was the other four origin innate abilities of the Dark God.

At this time, I can clearly feel that some mysterious power is spreading within the body, interweaving and merging with the blood source talent.

But just as he was about to open the talent panel, there was a sudden loud noise around him.

Turning his head to look, he saw that the ice and snow divine body on Zhang Daowen's body was rapidly collapsing, turning into blue crystal spots of light swaying over Dawn City with the wind and snow.

Wearing a cloth robe, Zhang Daowen, who had released the ice and snow divine body, stood in the air with his hands behind his back, but the vitality in his eyes was rapidly dissipating.

The battle with the Dark God has exhausted Zhang Daowen's last vitality.

Seeing this scene, Feng Qi couldn't hide the sadness in his eyes.

Looking at Zhang Daowen standing proudly in the air, he vaguely remembered what the little guy looked like when he was young.

When he was young, Zhang Daowen was the first **** of war in Star City, the head of the strongest battle group "Qiwen" in Star City, and the commander-in-chief of the military.

But at this time, Zhang Daowen never regained his former divine power. Now he is old and out of shape. The lack of qi and blood in his body has caused him to be as thin as a wood, and his white hair is falling off one by one in the wind.

The field of ice and snow also collapsed at this time, and countless blue crystal light dots swayed like raindrops, dripping on Zhang Daowen's body.

"Cough cough..."

A tinge of dark red was mixed in the blue light rain and fell downward.

Feng Qi immediately released his blood source form and used his telekinesis to lift his body and fly to Zhang Daowen's side.

I saw Zhang Daowen's complexion pale, and even his breathing became very weak.

Death is spreading.

At this time, the domain forces near Dawn City all looked up in the direction of Dawn City.

Although they haven't seen everything, they can still perceive that the human race **** of war is on the verge of death, and the vitality in his body is rapidly running out.

The storm is coming.

But none of them chose to take action at this time to divide up the resources in Dawn City.

Just because Zhang Daowen is not dead yet.

Even if his qi and blood were depleted, even if his combat power was exhausted, Zhang Daowen's divine might remained in the minds of the forces in these fields like a brand.

Eight hundred kilometers away from Dawn City, the Heavenly Splitting Temple is on the cloud.

The figure shrouded in golden light looked in the direction of Dawn City, his eyes flickered, and a domineering voice appeared in his mind:

"Sky Splitting God Race, retreat 800 miles away from the dawn, otherwise... I will kill you!"

"Hahahaha, I'm finally dead." The golden figure stood up, then looked at the figure beside him and said softly:

"Get ready and accept a new territory. After Zhang Daowen's death, the power structure of the barren land should change. After this, this territory will be the world of my Heaven Splitting God Clan."

Outside Dawn City, Feng Qi put his hand on Zhang Daowen's chest, constantly instilling qi and blood into his body, wanting to continue his dying life.

"Uncle Qi, no need, my body is the same as yours 1500 years ago. It's at the end of the road. Don't waste your blood."

When the voice fell, Zhang Daowen could no longer support his body to hang in the air, and he fell straight to the ground.

Feng Qi immediately stepped forward and supported his body.

In Zhang Daowen's eyes, he saw indescribable exhaustion.

After so many years of hard work, it has finally come to an end.

After landing, looking at Zhang Daowen with an old and haggard face, he felt uneasy.

"Uncle Che... I failed to lead the human race to rise... I failed your expectations..."

Zhang Daowen lay reclining on the ground, his eyes full of loneliness.

"You have done a good job, even better than me. The human race can only persist until now with you."

"But...but I really can't walk anymore."

Tears welled up in Zhang Daowen's eyes. When his life withered, he still thought about the future of the human race.

Hearing these words, Feng Qi was silent.

He didn't know how to answer this question.

What can be expected is that after Zhang Daowen's death, the existing human race can't keep this Dawn City at all.

The human race without Zhang Daowen is like losing a solid foundation, and civilization will eventually collapse and become a speck of dust on the road to the arrival of the general trend.

"Maybe there are other ways to save you."

Zhang Daowen shook his head gently, his eyes gradually became cloudy, and the blue color was fading:

"Uncle Qi, I know my body well. I have tried many ways to prolong my life. I have exhausted all means to get to today... Now I have come to the end."

Hearing these words, Feng Qi did not answer.

He knew that this was Zhang Daowen's ending, and his ability could not change the fact that his life was about to wither.

"Any regrets?"

He asked softly at this moment.

Zhang Daowen didn't answer. At this moment, he struggled and stood up tremblingly.

Looking at the direction of Dawn City, his eyes were full of reluctance.

Working hard for the rise of the human race was once the future direction taught by Uncle Che, but today, it has become an obsession in his heart.

The human race hasn't risen yet, but he can't move anymore.

Looking at the bright red dawn flag on the city wall, his expression was lonely.

Since the death of Uncle Qi, this banner has been relayed from generation to generation, and there will always be a new generation of Star City who will carry this banner and walk with him.

But today, he is the only one left.

But he could no longer carry the banner that embodies the beliefs of countless fellow travelers, nor could he find a new successor.

He slowly turned around and turned his attention to the ruins of Star City.

His lips trembled, and countless images appeared in his mind.

The ruins of Star City under the ruins were once the place where his memory began, recording his struggle and growth in his life.

He has vowed countless times in his heart that one day he will lead the human race out of Dawn City and rebuild their former homeland.

But in the face of the cruel reality, the plan to rebuild the homeland has never been realized in the environment where the strong and the weak are surrounded by strong clans.

When his life was about to wither, countless voices sounded in his mind.

"Ancestor, when will our human race be able to compete with those strong races?"

"Ancestor, my father said that you are the patron saint of the human race, and this flower is for you."

"Old Ancestor, with you protecting our clan, what force would dare to offend them and kill them in one move, hahaha."

"Ancestor..."

Thinking that the human race that has guarded for more than a thousand years will come to an end after he falls, Zhang Daowen burst into tears.

This human race **** of war who has not cried for more than a thousand years can no longer hold back the sadness in his heart and shed tears.

When he turned around again and looked in the direction of Dawn City, he looked at the Dawn Banner fluttering in the wind.

"The human race...the future..."

In the murmur, the fire of life burned out, and his life came to an end.

When he died, he still stood with his eyes open, the breeze blew the corner of his robe, and his eyes looked at the last spark of human civilization, as if he wanted to continue to guard...

Thank you for the 5,000 starting coins with the tail number 0655.

I've been looking for feelings in this chapter, and I'm sorry for posting it late.