Ye Wuque, who had been watching for a long time, immediately had an idea!

The power of authority was boiling!

The void in the 32nd floor seemed to solidify in an instant!

Even the countless powers of divine calamity that gathered together were affected at this moment and temporarily stagnated!

However, Ye Wuque still felt a great pressure.

The power of divine calamity!

This is the power of heaven! It is

the power of calamity that will be born after every soul that returns to the world chooses to become a god.

How could it be controlled and intervened by human power?

That is to say, in the Eternal Night Tomb, it can be done with the right time, right place and right people.

Otherwise, if it were to change to another place, such an endless power of divine calamity would burst out, and whether it was Tianhuang, Bahuang or Xuanhuang, I am afraid they would all suffer unimaginable damage!

However, according to Lao Shenjing's meaning, it was not to interfere with and control the power of divine calamity, but simply... transfer!

Therefore, only Ye Wuque, who controlled half of the power of authority, could do it at this time.

With the boiling of the power of authority, the sky in the 31st floor was torn apart!

The boiling power of the divine calamity immediately poured into it, and instantly sent it into every coffin on the 32nd floor!

Just like a transit station, countless divine calamity powers just entered countless coffins and rushed out again, and under the surge of power, flew into the reflection of the long river of time and space!

"The cycle between life and death..."

Ye Wuque was extremely familiar with this.

In the past, he had such an experience more than once. How did the power of reincarnation come from?

Isn't it from life to death, and then from death to rebirth?

The revival of Emperor Xiangsi took the same path, as if he was walking the reincarnation again!

The endless divine calamity power flying towards the reflection of the long river of time and space also seemed to have a unique vitality!

Under Ye Wuque's control, not long after, the entire white square instantly appeared with terrifying pressure!

Countless divine calamity powers were transferred here, showing their power crazily.

The entire white square was illuminated at this moment!

That kind of terrifying momentum, even Ye Wuque was very frightened!

For Ye Wuque, the lower-ranking servants of the gods today are basically trash that can be beaten with one punch!

But the power of the heaven and earth gathered together by such a terrifying divine calamity cannot be generalized.

But it seems that Ye Wuque doesn't need to worry about what happens next.

After seeing that the infinite divine calamity power has finally arrived, Lao Shenjing immediately pointed out!

The brilliant light blended up and enveloped the void.

The ancient breath of that brilliant civilization appeared again, constantly overflowing, as if it had turned into an invisible big hand.

The figure of Lao Shenjing became slightly clear again.

This made Ye Wuque's eyes flash again!

"It's this kind of vague sense of familiarity again..."

"Where have I seen it before?"

He has felt a faint sense of familiarity from Lao Shenjing more than once.

But Ye Wuque has never remembered it.

At this moment, this sense of familiarity has appeared again, and it is stronger than ever before!

Buzz buzz buzz!

The entire white square was shaking to the extreme at this time, and light pillars were evenly stirred from all corners, interweaving above the sky, just like a light prison that bound the entire power of the divine calamity!

There were a total of thirty-three such light pillars!

The endless boiling and violent power of the divine calamity was also temporarily fixed at this time.

When the old nerve saw the thirty-three light pillars rushing out from all parts of the white square, his eyes condensed slightly, and then a trace of pain and confusion flashed across his eyes.

"The number of light pillars... has increased..."

"It's different from before..."

"It?"

Under the illumination of the power of the virtual god, Ye Wuque also heard the old nerve whispering.

It?

Brother Xiaosha?

Brother Xiaosha had indeed done something in advance, and the entire white square had changed.

Thirty-three light pillars!

It seems to have something to do with the thirty-third floor?

And here, the old nerve seems to have restrained his thoughts and calmly accepted all these changes, and even his spirit is a little more excited!

Although the old nerve cut off a crucial memory, the instinct is still there.

The remaining instinct reminded him that the entire white square had changed.

Changes represent hope!

Changes mean that Brother Xiaosa must have seen through something and made changes.

This is what Lao Shenjing wants to see the most!

After all, relying on himself, he has never been able to revive Emperor Xiangsi for so many years, which means that relying on himself... is not enough!

Now that he has Brother Xiaosa!

With Ye Wuque!

The last chance must be seized!

Boom!

Under the restraint of thirty-three light pillars, the power of divine calamity that filled the sky and the earth seemed to be resisting madly.

The pressure of heaven and earth exploded endlessly and became more and more distorted!

Until Lao Shenjing held his hands in the void, and then pulled them down fiercely!

Invisibly, the endless power of divine calamity seemed to be really dragged by an invisible big hand, and along the pull of the thirty-three light pillars, it actually condensed into a blazing lightning, and fell down fiercely!

The place where it fell was exactly the statue of Emperor Xiangsi!

Boom!!

It was like an explosion with a roar that could resonate through the ages. The statue of Emperor Xiangsi, which was shrouded in the gentle glow of civilization emanating from the old nerve, was now bathed in endless divine power!

Ye Wuque felt the huge pressure and retreated backwards.

He almost retreated to the edge of the square before he could stabilize his body.

When he looked over again, the statue of Emperor Xiangsi had begun to vibrate again.

The power of the divine calamity was actually being absorbed at a very fast speed!

The divine calamity power that could only be transferred but not controlled and intervened seemed to have really become nutrients after it touched the statue of Emperor Xiangsi, and was swallowed up just like that!

The heaven and earth could no longer interfere.

"Is the statue of Emperor Xiangsi the medium for revival?"

"This is..."

Suddenly, Ye Wuque saw that Lao Shenjing was also bathed in the power of the divine calamity, but his face was expressionless, and he pointed out again!

"Ye Wuque!"

"The power of the origin!"

Lao Shenjing's voice sounded again!

Ye Wuque immediately understood, his eyes flashed, and the power of authority boiled again, covering the entire Eternal Night Sky Tomb.

Sure enough!

Although the power of the divine calamity is the greatest nutrient, it is actually equivalent to a furnace fire, burning fiercely and indispensable.

But the power that is enough to revive Emperor Xiangsi, and the entire Eternal Night Sky Tomb... The power of the origin!

Something that all the ominous people are plotting!

Boom!

At this moment, the entire Eternal Night Tomb trembled, and endless source power gathered and condensed into the brightest light of the world, and also injected into the statue of Emperor Xiangsi!

An unprecedented tremor surged out, and a breath of life fluctuation began to emerge!

A hint of excitement and surprise appeared in the old nerves' eyes.

At the same time!

He suddenly raised his hand and threw the tombstone of Emperor Xiangsi that he had been holding in his hand!

And Ye Wuque clearly saw that the statue of Emperor Xiangsi began to... change!

The originally dead and peaceful inner layer began to boil!

The reflection of the mighty river of time and space emerged, lingering in all directions, representing an irreversible change!

In the next moment!

"Little... White... Face..."

In the huge roar, Ye Wuque suddenly heard a subtle voice!

It came from the reflection of the boiling river of time all around!

Brother Xiaosha?

Is it calling himself?

Ye Wuque immediately listened carefully and looked in the direction of the sound!

In the reflection of a boiling and chaotic river of time and space, Brother Xiaosha's figure was looming and flashing!

But Ye Wuque caught it!

Brother Xiaosha, is he still in the vision of the Dao?

"Little... White... Face..."

Brother Xiaosha seemed to be still calling, intermittently, and seemed very anxious.

Ye Wuque narrowed his eyes!

"Here!"

After determining the direction, Ye Wuque no longer hesitated and rushed over immediately!