The Hunter God was alert and did not even dare to be distracted.

The black bear spirit also withdrew the Yin-Yang bamboo stick, and the confusion in his eyes gradually disappeared.

"I, the world! I, Celtic!"

Wind, rain, thunder and lightning gathered, and a huge figure that could not be seen was condensed in the power of the world.

"I know why the origin of the world passes."

The prophet took a long breath, his face extremely complicated.

Unexpectedly, the world itself is the one that will destroy the world in the end.

What he should have thought of long ago is the sunshine, the aura of the dead, the beast soul... these things can be turned into gods, let alone the entire world?

Judging from the size of the world, the strength of this thing is probably far beyond all the gods in the past.

"Perhaps, that crack was caused by it on purpose. To destroy the world and devour the material world, just like some spirit birds breaking out and then devouring the eggshell."

The bard said.

Fortunately, they had always thought that the origin of the world was due to this crack in the sky.

It turned out to be this sixth child in secret!

"The world is for me, I am for the world!"

The appearance of the black bear spirit made the world's will feel attractive and threatened.

It wants to destroy the world, devour everything that can be devoured, completely transform, and cross other worlds!

The death of the goddess of death was not an accident, nor was it destroyed by the cracks, but was swallowed by it.

According to the original plan, it should be boiled in warm water, which took hundreds of thousands of years to make the world decay, the extraordinary power disappear, and then everything was swallowed.

In this way, gods, demigods, legendary wizards, epic heroes, etc. will also disappear with the disappearance of extraordinary power. By that time, the will of the world will devour the world and nothing can resist.

That is the safest thing.

...

At some point, a figure appeared in the void, watching all this.

"How could the original world have no will to the world? It finally appeared."

This figure was naturally a puppet made by Tang Sanzang with some scraps of materials, and it was almost the level of power of Hunyuan.

This is because he tried his best to restrain his breath, otherwise it would be bad if he scared the will of the world to self-destruct.

After all, it is the will of an original world. No matter how weak the power is, it is close to the Hunyuan level. If it is forced to self-destruct, Tang Sanzang's scrap puppet would probably have no way to stop it.

Isn’t it a waste to self-destruct? Isn’t it delicious to make snacks for the will of the Pure Land Realm?

However, now the opportunity is here.

Opportunities are not necessarily reserved for those who are prepared, but they must be reserved for those who are prepared.

...

"Boom!"

Endless thunder descended from the sky, and the will of the world wanted to destroy all living beings in the world and turn them into its power.

Greed is the greatest original sin of everything.

Driven by greed, the will of the world becomes the greatest enemy of all living beings.

"The winds of all directions protect all creatures you have touched."

The bard played the organ in his hands and began to snare the power of legends and epics.

His power comes from shaping legends and writing epics.

It is equivalent to the ultimate verbal cannon king, and his strength depends entirely on the imagination of all living beings.

He comes from all living beings and will also protect all living beings.

Without protecting sentient beings, the minstrel will lose everything he has obtained from sentient beings.

The bard is in an endless opposition to the will of the world!

"The world belongs to us! It belongs to the ancestors and descendants of sentient beings!"

The prophet also took action, cooperated with the bard to resist the thunder and protect all living beings.

Among all living beings, heroes in epics and legendary existences emerge. Even the low-key demigods all took action to fight the will of the world together!

"The world is ours!"

All living beings roar, their will gather, and they turn into invisible shackles and fall on the will of the world.

"Rully traitor!"

The world's will breath fell and his face turned furious.

"war!"

The hunting god didn't care about the black bear spirit, pulled out the hunting bow, and shot arrows at the world's will.

But the gap between them is too big.

The world's will power has its ultimate combat power. In addition, in the Celtic Origin World, even compared with the ordinary Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal, it is not much weaker.

The power of the hunting god has only reached the half-step Hunyuan level.ъìＱυＧΕtV.℃ǒΜ

"Bang bang bang..."

Arrows condensed by divine power were shattered, and even the layer of thunder on the surface of the world's will was not broken.

"Bang!"

The wind, rain, thunder and lightning gathered, and the will of the world slapped out with one palm, and the hunting god was half-perfect, falling into the sky, and hitting the god of sun.

"It's over!"

The prophet's face turned pale.

He is not good at fighting power, and even the Sun God and the Hunter God are easily solved by the world's will. What else can he do?

"Maybe, today is the last day of the world."

The bard sighed.

His power comes from sentient beings, but sentient beings cannot break through that shackle between heaven and earth.

After all, it's just a half-step Hunyuan.

"The way of heaven?"

The black bear spirit's eyes returned to its clarity and looked at the figure in the sky in confusion.

The way of heaven has always been synonymous with strength and evil in the three realms. If it is really a way of heaven, his tens of thousands of pounds of bear meat may be explained here.

"No, it's just the little way of heaven and world will in this world? Things have become interesting."

The black bear demon showed a honest smile on his face.

"Outsiders, surrender, or die."

The world will bowed its head and looked down at the black bear spirit.

Although the black bear spirit is very high and low, in the face of the world's will, this mountain-like body shape can only be considered a witch.

"A crittered will and dog-like things, I also want your grandpa bear to surrender? Lying down!"

The black bear spirit stepped up in the air, and a bamboo pole hit the knee of the world's will.

"Will things from outside the world be the opponent of the will of the world?"

A glimmer of hope ignited in the prophet's eyes.

"Internal strength cannot break the shackles, and outsiders may be our chance... I want to help him! Can the prophet withstand?"

The bard's face changed, and then he turned his head and looked at the prophet solemnly.

"able!"

The prophet nodded, his tone was short and firm.

He wants to use everything he has to protect this world. He is a mortal, one of the sentient beings.

"Okay, I will leave all sentient beings to you to protect."

As soon as the bard finished speaking, he held the organ and rushed to the battlefield in the sky under the wind from all directions.

"Boom!"

On the earth, the winds from all directions were lost, and thunder fell one after another, and the mountains and rivers were broken.

The sky and the earth are lost, the sun and the moon are gone, and everything is trapped in the darkness. The only light is the thunder that symbolizes destruction and brings slaughter.

"roar!"

"Damn the world!"
To be continued...