It was said that the sky was turning around, but in fact the night was not over. When the east was just shiny, Old Taoist Minghong cut through the void and returned to Su Muzhe's temple.

The old Taoist seemed calm, but his heart was more anxious than anyone else.

After being crazy for half his life, he wanted to truly witness the truth than anyone else.

He urgently needed to prove that the land of no return and silence really existed, otherwise the madness of this half of his life, otherwise the dead tail-breaking survival in the immortal realm in the past would become meaningless and even more stupid.

It would be a blow that almost collapsed the heart of Tao, and perhaps it would completely collapse his divine consciousness. Even if it was affected by immortal matter, it would probably lead to ominousness and the extinction of the Tao.

He brought a volume of "The Song of the Great Dao of Beihai" written by Cangming in the past. This volume of "The Song of the Great Dao" is just a casual work of Cangming in the past. It is not like the decree of the great power, nor does it contain the rhyme of the Tao. Even the content of "The Song of the Great Dao" itself was accompanied by Cangming in the past and spread throughout the world. Even the monks in the past have heard of it.

However, with the ascension of Cangming's powerful power, the "Song of the Great Way of Beihai", which is contaminated with Cangming's powerful power, was also influenced by immortal matter and evolved into an immortal artistic conception.

At this moment, on the stone table in front of Su Muzhe, a volume of Taoist songs vaguely emitted the clear yellow treasure light. Su Muzhe glanced at the old Taoist Minghong meaningfully.

Obviously, it is obvious that the old Taoist Minghong had already prepared for being able to retrieve the relics of immortals related to Cangming's mighty power so quickly.

Even in his life, he has done similar things more than once.

Just like the cold and gloomy old ghost in the prosperous sun, watching one so-called genius and the so-called monsters step by step, they become powerful and ascend to the Tao in the eyes of the crowd, and welcome the treacherous and ominous things that the Taoist Minghong once witnessed in the past.

The crazy old ghost did not attract the attention of any romantic genius, but behind his back, he might have collected the causal objects of one genius after another. At the moment they ascended the Tao, they witnessed one object after another being affected by immortal matter. First, it was as prosperous as the sun, and then in an instant, as dim as dust.

Among them, there may be monsters like old Taoist Minghong in the past and monsters like ghosts who have been in the past.

Perhaps someone once had a lasting time for more than one breath after ascending.

The scorching and hot relics of the immortal once made the old Taoist hope again and again, but the dimness after a few breaths completely made the old Taoist feel disheartened and lazy.

Over the years, the old Taoist Minghong may have repeated the same things again and again, as if it were paradoxical reincarnation, witnessing the fall of one ascension after another in these half-life years.

But the truth that arises and hides in the heart cannot be revealed.

Perhaps in these eternal years, the old Taoist Minghong has encountered an existence like Su Muzhe, but has had the intention to spread the secrets in his heart.

Perhaps Master Minghong has made such an attempt.

But all the results are destined to be submerged in the long river of time and fail to cause any waves.

When the old Taoist told the secrets before, he only spoke out what he saw and heard in the past in just a few words.

Perhaps even Ling Yunzi, an old friend of the past, could not understand what torture and torture these eternal years were for the old Taoist Minghong.

It was like the long night outside this cave, with heavy snow wandering.

The boundless darkness, the endless ups and downs.

Now, it is like this slightly shiny sky.

It seemed as if it was dawn at night, and the old Taoist stood there quietly, for thousands of years, as if he had lost his perfect control of the body for the first time. On his old wrinkled face, his muscles were constantly twitching, the corners of his eyes, the corners of his mouth, the arms, and the fingertips.

His whole body seemed to have spasms unconsciously, his muscles were spasming, his nerves were spasming, and even his consciousness seemed to be spasming.

Not only him, this inexplicable gloomy atmosphere spread like a plague, covering everyone in the cave.

Ling Yunzi's face was also very gloomy, and the corners of his eyes were lowered. Generally speaking, Ling Yunzi seemed to be the most handsome young man in the world, but now he has a bit of bitterness and deep hatred.

Even Zhang Daohong, who was the most agile and lively in the past, was silent at this moment.

His long life has never been completed, but in the past, it was a thoroughfare. Now, with the revelation of the secret, he finally saw the end, an end of a bit desperate.

As he turned around, a jade axe appeared in Zhang Daohong's hand. He didn't know what he thought of at this moment. Zhang Daohong looked like he was lost and unconsciously rubbed the jade axe that was still a thick magic weapon.

Such an atmosphere obviously also affected Su Muzha.

He seemed to notice a little coldness, and he moved the edge of the white wolf's cloak and wrapped his thin Taoist body tightly in it.

After a while, Su Muzhe let out a long breath of turbid air, as if he was determined to do something important.

The breathing attracted the attention of the other three people.

With such eyes gathered, Su Muzhe slowly stretched out his hand and pointed his index finger at the volume of "The Great Dao Song". A gray light flashed in the depths of his eyes.

A vague and low voice sounded.

"Take the universe!"

As he finished speaking, Su Muzhai's fingers seemed to have turned into an invisible and tangible fishing rod of time.

This is a bit strange but deep in the bone marrow.

When I was wandering in the chaotic sea tide in the past, Su Muzhe used this fishing rod to fish wisps of time, and finally, fishing through the whirlpool of the sea tide, wrapped in the rays of yin and yang of time, and fishing out a dead high sky and thick soil!

People in the world only say that immortals transcend time and go through disasters.

Now it seems that this is the influence of immortal matter.

But I think that the dead immortals should be no longer listed!

He has never ascended into the Qingling Immortal Land, but has only evolved immortal matter, but has not been tempered by the immortal qi. According to ancient books, such immortals are not complete.

Detached, but it seems that it has not been completely detached.

Perhaps, time can still be applied to them.

The refining of the Avenue Melting Furnace is itself a kind of proof.

The immortal matter is very strong, surpassing the level of the Great Thousand, but it is still completely refined by the flame of time.

He slowly closed his eyes, and invisibly, the hook was swung, like an antelope hanging its horns, biting the years that were almost unseen in the "Song of Beihai Avenue".

For no reason, Su Muzhe took a deep breath.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

Su Muzhe seemed like a sculpture, and he kept the same posture and did not move.

a long time.

Su Muzha's arm fell.

When he lifted it up again, Su Muzhe's palm was already weak.

Apart from him, no one in the Yang world has ever been involved in the way of time, let alone being contaminated with the energy of time.

They could not see the qi of time that was constantly pulsing in their palms, but vaguely, they had a strong feeling. Something should be there, being taken in the palm of Su Muzha, and held tightly there, as if they had grasped the yin and yang, as if they had absorbed the invisible and qualitative world!

Looking around everyone, Su Muzhe slowly opened his palms.

A low voice like a dreamy murmur sounded, with a hint of sadness.

"Into a dream!"

Death is great enlightenment, and life is great dream.

This is the Taoist practiced by Meng Meng in the past.

Accompanied by this whisper, everyone was in a daze, as if they were in Su Muzha's palm, they saw the rising qi of time, and the messy light and shadow hidden in the qi of time.

It seemed like a shocking glance.

The endless scene of the land of extinction was presented to everyone.

That was the place where the old Taoist Minghong had his tail cut off his tail to survive in the past, and the place where the souls of all immortals in the ages were broken.

Staring at the messy light and shadow like this, no one spoke.

After a while, Su Muzhe sighed silently, not knowing whether it was sad or joy.

On the side, the old Taoist Minghong's hunched back became more and more curved and lowered. After a long time, the old Taoist's shoulders began to twitch.

Gradually there were sobs.

Outside the cave, all the mist in the eastern sky dissipated.
Chapter completed!