"Come on the wind!"

With one step forward, the gray-clothed Taiyuanzi stood above the sky.

It was the indescribable Leng Su, who thought he knew Su Muzhe and Donghuang, and he looked surprised at this moment.

The face of the gray-clothed Taiyuanzi seemed to have only accumulated the vicissitudes of time, and even stared at the dark eyes, he could not see any emotion from it.

When the cultivators looked at it, they seemed to look directly at the years, as if they had seen something inhuman.

In the place, only the owner of Shengxiao was whispering softly.

He has experienced many years and has seen similar existences.

"The great demon of time..."

The old king once did something similar because he has been the Lord of Time since the beginning of the year!

Now, Taiyuanzi has done the same thing, and has become a demon with time!

The mute voice kept echoing above the clouds.

When I first heard about it, the sky seemed to have stopped even the Nine Sky Wind!

The next moment, an endless storm swept over!

That is the wind of time!

On a bright and sunny day, it seemed like someone was covered in gray veil for a moment.

As the wind surged, there was a hazy gray mist!

For a moment, the Taoist paths of Gaotian seemed to be separated from the entire Daqian.

The qi of time was so sticky and so dense that the minds of all the practicing Taoism were throbbing for no reason. In a trance, it seemed that the sound of the roaring river of time could be heard.

The next moment, they really saw it.

I saw the long river of time when Taiyuanzi in gray slowly raised his left hand!

Heaven and earth lose their voice.

What kind of power should this be able to lift the years!

The slender figure seemed to be standing at another pole outside the sky and the earth, stepping on the years and shaking the time, walking towards all living beings from an indescribable place!

Swish—! Swish—! Swish—!

The roar of the long river of time is becoming more and more real.

However, many ancient cultivators above the clouds looked surprised and raised their eyebrows slightly.

After a few breaths of light, they did not feel the erosion of the qi of time.

The boundless river seemed to be densely divided into tributaries above the clouds and sky, and only they seemed to be "lucky" standing on the dry river bank.

The cultivators in Hongtao Realm were also captured by the river net, allowing him to escape extraordinary things and allow him to travel through Sumeru, but he is still in the years.

The thin figure approached.

The qi of time gradually boils.

A sword light slashed from afar, shattering the barriers of the void.

It seemed to be the return of this river. The cultivators looked through the cracks in the void. It was the depth of the void in the ancient world.

The true emptiness is wonderful and non-existent, and the wonderful existence of the void.

In this way, the figure of Taiyuanzi in gray was getting closer and closer.

The long river of time is rolling, constantly pushing Linlin figures in the long river, as if they are about to pull away from the world little by little.

Abstaining from driving is not a dead end, and a loss is not a loss before helping. On the river, the north wind blows people.

The snow and frost begins now, and the plants and trees should be renewed. If the severe winter is not solemn, how can we see spring?

I heard the angry shouts and kills, and I heard the shrill roar.

There are no taboo Taoism, no decisive killing.

However, the origin of the Great Dao trembled unprecedentedly at this moment, which was a symbol of the fall of an insignificant power.

It was silently submerged in the years, as if it had ended without success, as if it was natural and transformed into a Taoist path.

One figure after another was silent in the eternal surging river of time, as if the time of their long life had been condensed into this breath of time.

Hong Tao, Hong Tao.

There is a bit of a corresponding interest in the meaning of a prophecy.

The gray sky-covering handprints were taken from the depths of the sky.

It was the figure of Donghuang, his face turned paler, and blood was everywhere on the dragon robe.

With the front drive of Liu Gui, Donghuang Taiyi also wanted to follow the example, but the colorful clouds in the sky had disappeared with Luo Zun's ascending.

The old monster monkey was also photographed by the handprints of the sky.

One person fell to the fruit of heaven and earth, and the other person was just an ordinary demon saint. What Liu Gui could do easily was very difficult for them.

Therefore, they have already burned their blood and qi, some of their souls, and even their origins!

The originally young and burly demon monkey is now hunched over and looks extremely old.

After taking a look at Donghuang Taiyi, the gray-clothed Taiyuanzi's mute voice came out.

"Others can sacrifice their lives for justice, but you must live! You must see with your own eyes, see the life and death of the demon clan, ups and downs, and then atone for your sins!"

As he finished speaking, the handprints of the sky covered the pale face of Donghuang Taiyi and continued to fall.

Billions of god patterns emerged, sealing the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, and then turned into a stream of light, sank into the mountains and rivers of the southern region, disappearing.

Then, Taiyuanzi in gray-clothed looked at the old demon monkey, the demon saint who once had a deep impression on him.

"Don't always call for life and death to live together, live well. The great horror between life and death is enough to make people desperate."

When the words were finished, the sword light in the palm of the gray-clothed Taiyuanzi knocked lightly, smashing the groggy old monster monkey towards the extreme north of the southern region.

It was close to Zhongzhou, and with the aftermath of the confrontation between the Lord Shiyi and the Old Heavenly Lord, it also began to sink land and evolve towards the ancient battlefield.

Watching the old monster monkey disappear from sight, Taiyuanzi in gray then turned his gaze and stared at the figure who was still struggling in the long river of time.

Even those who still struggle, apart from the young and young powerful people, are the old people.

Perhaps this experience and such a brilliant power finally make people feel the terror between life and death.

Some people's hearts collapsed, and the Qingming Festival on the spiritual platform collapsed little by little, and they even laughed wildly.

"I have the way to immortality in the sun! How can I be buried in immortality in the years? My way is eternal, just use my sword! You and I have done a battle to determine life and death!"

The crazy laughter was so harsh on the quiet clouds.

The gray-clothed Taiyuanzi nodded gently first, then shook his head.

"The road to immortality in the sun...the life of heaven, earth, sun and moon may be immortal, or eternal, but the great way is entrusted with half-step immortal weapons, and it is not you who are eternal, but immortal matter."

When he finished speaking, Taiyuanzi of gray-clothed clothes flipped his hands and put away the Qingfeng sword.

He slowly raised his right hand.

A gray flame condensed at the fingertips.

There is no trace of Tao and Dharma, or even a severe temperature.

The sparks fell lightly towards the long river of time.

boom--!

The river net above the clouds and sky was completely boiling at this moment!

That is the flame of time!

The sky of fire flooded the man's crazy laughter.

Death silence is returned to the clouds and sky.

The roaring flames made many ancient powerful people feel as if they were facing a great enemy, and they set up escape lights in an instant and avoided them from afar.

From a distance, in the surging sea of ​​fire, only the thin body of Taiyuanzi in gray was once again left.

He seemed to be coming from one pole outside the world, and now he is going to another pole outside the world.

Walk alone on the road.

Zhu Xiu looked at the figure hanging above the long river of time, so desolate.

Then, the figure of Taiyuanzi in gray gradually blurred.

The sea of ​​fire began to rush towards the Sumeru crack until the end, Su Muzhe's figure disappeared.

In the place, the cultivators looked at each other. If it weren't for the blood rain all over the sky, if it wasn't for the violent fluctuations above Zhongzhou, the heavenly tribulation of the demon court, and the cultivators from other worlds seemed to have never appeared, like mirrors, water and moon, which only made people feel dazed.

Dust returns to dust, and earth returns to earth.
Chapter completed!