Starting with Hundred of Millions of Guardian Spirits

"Are you Lin Cang?"

Xia Yan was in a colorful area at this moment, all kinds of memory fragments flickering, like a horse watching a lantern, making people dizzy.

However, Xia Yan recognized it immediately. Among the countless memory fragments, there was a familiar figure.

Lin Cang...

This is Lin Cang's memory.

And beside him, the man in the green shirt gave Xia Yan a very familiar feeling.

Xia Yan couldn't help looking at him, not only for his breath, but also for the appearance of the man, which he had seen in Pan Guaxe's memory.

Lin Cang.

Later in the sky...

"I'm no longer called Lin Cang, or it should be said that I, named Lin Cang, have only existed for less than 21 years." Cang Tian said with complicated eyes.

Then he waved his hand to the side, and the chaotic memory fragments around the two people suddenly changed, gradually forming a well-ordered and coherent picture.

The picture fell in Xia Yan's eyes, and his mind suddenly shocked.

The time in this scene happened when he first appeared in Lin Cang's memory.

There was a young man there, chatting in a small red flower.

If Xia Yan remembers correctly, the next moment, the young man in the picture will stand up and realize who he is, and then this dream state Xia Yan has lived through.

"Unfortunately, I am not you." Heaven's voice suddenly sounded.

Xia Yan found that the teenager in the picture did not stand up.

He suddenly realized it.

This is not the dream years I have spent, but the heavenly experience.

The little boy didn’t know who he was. He was accompanied by a little red flower day after day. In this huge sect, the nine scorching suns hanging high in the sky could not notice this little boy. The handyman disciple.

As Cangtian said, he is not Xia Yan.

If he was Xia Yan, he would be able to attract Jiuyang's attention within a day.

But there is no if in this world.

Cang Tian and Xia Yan were looking at the fragments of the past years.

Day after day, year after year, I don't know how long it has passed, maybe five or six years.

On this day, there was a problem with a flame in the sky, and the most primitive flame in the sky above Shendao Sect was broken.

The figure of an old man appeared, his body was stained with blood and his breath was disturbed.

In front of the old man, there was a huge gap open!

That gap, as the sun shattered, spread to the world in the blink of an eye!

One era, the scope of a big world! Everything was under the black crack.

As if the blue sky was torn apart a curtain of night, from that crack, there were countless monsters pouring out!

end!

This is the end of the heavenly era!

At that time, the sky was just a small handyman disciple, with a small red flower standing on his shoulder, and his pale face raised his head to watch the sudden catastrophe.

The cultivators of the Shinto Sect, tens of millions of disciples, rushed into the dark tide of monsters like moths to the fire.

The only eight remaining scorching suns in the sky exudes a scorching light, trying to dispel the endless dark tide.

but……

Useless...

Everything seems to be in vain.

A white twelve-story tower smashed into the black tide, killing tens of millions of monsters in an instant.

A snow-white slasher slashed out, marking the trajectory of the starry sky crumbled, slashing enemies by tens of millions...

But it's still useless.

The endless black monsters are like dense locusts, they swallow everything, wherever they go, the colorful disappears, and in the end only thick darkness is left.

The destruction of an era, the collapse of the world, the chaos of space and time, weird ripples and fluctuations appeared everywhere, space cracks occasionally gush out, and the weird energy brought, even Da Luo Jinxian will die!

At that time, Cangtian couldn't survive, let alone his small disciple of the Divine Dao Sect, even the supreme heaven could only support it.

Demise is only a matter of time.

But the supreme is dead, the sky is not dead!

At the moment when the sky was about to die, an old man covered in blood appeared in front of him, alone blocking the turbulent energy wave!

Shengyaxu.

This old man only noticed his son when he was about to die.

He looked back, his gaze fixed on Heaven's body, filled with deep reluctance and guilt.

The sky of that era didn't know the meaning of this gaze.

"Open the heavens for my father, create the world, and heaven is under my feet."

"But what's the point of this? I have been entangled with Heavenly Dao for countless years. I thought that my greatest enemy was Heavenly Dao, but it could not beat me, but it used sinister means to cover my heavenly eyes, leaving my only flesh and blood. There is no end to reincarnation, you cannot find it."

"I owe you my father."

"It wasn't until this real catastrophe came that the father suddenly realized that the way of heaven was just a small fruit cultivated by someone."

"Hehe, ridiculous, extremely ridiculous."

"I am invincible, but I have fought with a little fruit for endless years."

"I didn't find the trace of my son until I died."

Sheng Yaxu said something, but the sky didn't understand, he was completely stunned, he didn't know what the powerful old man was talking about.

However, Sheng Yaxu didn't say much to him, but with nostalgia, he produced a strange fruit.

In the end, he was reluctant to look at the sky, and then smashed the fruit into the sky.

Cangtian's consciousness also began to blur at this moment.

His figure gradually pulled away, and Sheng Yaxu's body lit up the last lamp of life, burning his own life, and he was able to do the last thing for his child who was suffering from reincarnation for many generations in his struggle with heaven. Things.

...

When this era is over, the world is plunged into darkness and chaos.

The absence of the fruits of the heavenly path of an era means that a world has come to an end.

But those people didn't get the fruits of heaven in this era.

It was in the heart of a young boy, that was the greatest treasure that Shengyaxu left to his children.

In that chaos, I don't know where a giant egg floated from. One day, the giant egg cracked, and a giant walked out. He held a big axe and opened the world!

A new era is coming, a new world is born!

The new way of heaven also appeared at this moment.

At the same time, a hand suddenly stretched out from the pitch-black ground, his existence could not even be perceived by the giant.

This boy is Lin Cang!

He looked at the empty world, his eyes flashed with strong hatred.

In these countless years of deep sleep, he knew who he was and who the old man was.

But everything can't be turned back, and his own era has long since disappeared.

He regrets!

I hate my weakness even more!

"My name is Cangtian, and I swear to avenge my time!"

"Vengeance for my father!"

"Swear, take revenge for me!"