The thick earth paths are constantly turbulent, the ancient underworld collapses, the great way of reincarnation returns to nature, and even nearly one-third of the origin of this vast world has disappeared.

Just like in the past, just like the scene in the Dharma-Ending Age.

The long river of time is destined to be unable to continue to exist in place, and the banks of the Yellow Spring River also collapsed with the underworld. The long river of time manifested the thick soil between the various paths. The confrontation of the power of the ancestral qi will only continue to tear apart the mottled traces that had been torn apart in the ancient world.

It is hard to tell the cause and effect of one drink or one peck.

Su Muzhe still held the long river of time and placed it in the depths of the void.

In the years that come, the long river of time will be there, coming from the unknown land, passing through the world with time, and then rushing to the unknown land.

Of course, such actions are not without cost.

Whether it is Su Muzhe or the old king, they may be the lords of time, but not the time itself.

Born between heaven and earth, they are drifting with the flow and are just monks in the end.

The turbulent river of time itself.

That might be a price that even the gray-clothed Taiyuanzi could not bear.

However, the storm and clouds are half between changing the world in the Three Ancient Times, and half is because the Old God Lord crosses the sea tide and causes a killing disaster.

This indescribable terrible price was imposed on the cultivators of Hongtao Realm through the hands of the gray-clothed Taiyuanzi and the flame of time.

Naturally, he endured such a terrible price and endured the cold and reckless killing methods of Taiyuanzi in gray.

Their Taoist bodies that were constantly struggling were completely submerged in the long river of time.

It seems like an ancient and wild sacrifice.

On the banks of the river of time, Taiyuanzi in gray was staring at the last young powerful figure and constantly struggling to disappear from sight.

In front of him, the flame of time was floating quietly.

Wash all the dew and make all the mottled.

There is no Taoist instrument in the gray flame, and replaced by a thick and indescribable immortal substance.

Even Taiyuanzi, the gray-clothed one, was shocked by this gain.

There was not much joy, but he gradually became confused and uneasy.

Even if the Hongtao Realm is in its prime and even if the Old Heavenly Lord suppresses the world, in just a few thousand years, it will never be able to make up such a rich and rich immortal material.

After all, this should not be a substance that should exist within the vast thousand!

To a certain extent, the traces of golden light represent eternity and immortality!

So...where did all this come from...

The void is quiet, and obviously no one can unleash the secrets here.

But the next moment, the old Heavenly Lord's shrill roar filled the world with shrill sounds, and even passed to the depths of the void.

I was gone before, and the willows swayed.

Now I think about it, it’s raining and snowing.

The road is slow, and the thirst and hunger are carried.

I am sad, no one knows that I am sad!

Through the magic storm, the old God witnessed the scene of all the fall of Hong Tao and all the cultivators.

The sadness at that moment even surpassed any killing technique. The endless pain filled the soul of the Old Heavenly Lord, as if it was about to tear him apart.

The pain here seemed to be the battle of the sky that had returned to the old Heavenly Lord.

"Why... treat me like this..."

That was the nearly desperate sigh of the old God.

He has the power to fight. Even if he was injured by the Lord Shiyi, he still has earth-shaking power!

It's just...it's just a bleak heart.

No one has ever truly understood the boy who was once called Zhang Daohong, the lonely boy who woke up and changed the world and changed the world.

Fortunately, relying on a volume of "Huang Ting", he met the man who had been wearing a white wolf cloak for many years, a person who might be as lonely as him.

He embarked on the road of cultivation, and no one could understand the excitement and throbbing in his heart.

It was just by chance that he would think about it, and think that the person who went back like him understood him.

They should be the same type of people.

That was the happiest time in Zhang Daohong's life. One after another, the stunning monsters and monsters came together to do the great cause of unprecedented people! They competed with the entire era! Competing with the world!

Even, he met the heart-wrenching woman...

There are three younger generations who make him feel that he can entrust his mantra and inherit the Taoist tradition.

Then all this was destroyed in that battle of heaven.

When he left the Underworld of Wangchuan alone, the young man named Zhang Daohong was already dead. From then on, there was only the Heavenly Lord of the World, and only the Old Taoist Hongjun!

But even so, he still couldn't forget the glorious ancient times!

He passed on the immortal law of the sun that could be called a taboo to his three disciples, and spread the plausible law throughout the world. He felt that the later generations were not worthy of the name of the ancients, but he stubbornly gave them the old man.

No one knows the contradiction in the heart of the old God.

Sometimes, he would even think paranoidly that as long as the Tao and Dharma are still there, it proves that the path they have walked in the last years of ancient times is right!

The only one who is wrong is the person, just Taiyuanzi!

For this reason, he even erased the traces of Taiyuanzi's existence in the long river of time, and then he left the history he believed in in the old paper, and to some extent, he had even believed that falsehood as true!

After everything was ready, he finally decided to take the path of revenge and the path of enlightenment!

He is here! He brings the mighty power of the vast world!

But he definitely did not expect that this would be the situation in the end.

Fall! Fall! Still fall!

The three Dharma bodies fell!

Hong Tao’s mighty power and the old man fell!

Three disciples with robe and bowls fell!

He knew that at this moment, even though the afterglow of ancient times had finally come to an end, the last traces of the evil spirits and old friends who had left in the world of the past were also erased like this.

Walk alone on the road.

He really became a lonely man.

As soon as he thought of this, the old God's expression became resolute.

With the wave of his sleeves, all the Taoist instruments that had been exposed before appeared again, and the cracks on them were all bursting out with a breath of destruction!

In one breath, Wushou Dao Yi exploded!

Amid the roar, the old Heavenly Lord broke free from the shackles of the White Bone Heavenly Kingdom, and his magic power was circulated to the top by him. In the lightning and fire, the handprints that the Lord of Shiyi Kingdom slapped was opened and then took another step!

The barriers of Sumeru were broken around him.

The next moment, the figure of the old Heavenly Lord appeared in the depths of the sky.

His cold eyes stared at the cultivators standing quietly above the clouds.

When I turned my hands, the golden book with dim light was sacrificed.

And in the palm of the old God, the qi of Sumeru continued to circle.

That made Taiyuanzi of gray-clothed clothes feel familiar and palpitations.

Fire soup Jedi!

In the past, he refined the Huo Tang and Jedi into the cave world and lived in seclusion here. He never thought that the world was finally found by the Old God.

The qi of Sumeru becomes increasingly irritable.

On the clouds and sky, all the cultivators took action, and thousands of flowing lights blew towards the body of the Old Heavenly Lord.

Facing the murderous cultivators, the old God waved his hand coldly and slapped the golden book with his palm.

boom--!

The Taoist weapon collapsed! The fragments of the Taoist inside collapsed. With a flash of thought, the cultivators were frightened to find that, suddenly, one strange talisman after another emerged in the sky and in the void.

The sacrifice of the cultivators in Hongtao Realm was not accidental.

The ancient formations are constantly connected in the depths of the sky.

It was a very strange aura that made Su Muzhe very familiar.

The formation of Xutian, the battlefield of Xutian.

With another wave of his hand, the old Heavenly Lord collapsed the cave heaven transformed by the fire soup and the Jedi!

The boundless storm of Sumeru swept across the heavens, as if to destroy everything!

But some things are immortal and almost eternal!

Through the mottled glow, Su Muzhe saw the twisted jungle and saw the bodies of countless false gods shattering.

Then—a golden rain of blood sprinkled in all directions.

In conjunction with the hoarse voice of the old God Lord, it spread from afar.
Chapter completed!