Rumble!

With a loud bang, the two white jade doors of the Tiangong slowly opened.

In an instant!

A mysterious and unrecognizable aura spreads out!

No matter those monks in black robe.

Or those rare birds and beasts.

Just when I touched this slightest, a trace of dazed look appeared in my eyes, and my expression changed instantly.

happy.

sad.

anger.

Fear...are all the same.

And this breath lasted for only a moment and suddenly disappeared.

The clouds are floating in the mist.

A figure slowly walked out of the Heavenly Palace.

Wearing a mysterious robe.

Strong posture.

Although the appearance is a bit ordinary.

But he had a unique temperament, and even completely suppressed the majestic and domineering Heavenly Palace behind him.

As my eyes flowed.

It seems that the world is constantly changing.

But if you look closely, the world is like clouds and smoke, covering up the cold and ruthless nature.

Behind him.

Sixteen old men in black robe were lined up on both sides, with a serious and respectful expression.

The man slowly walked down the Heavenly Palace. Wherever he passed, a jade ladder was born out of thin air under his feet for his purpose.

"Greetings to the young master!"

Meeting the man.

Countless monks in black robe saluted respectfully, and endless fanaticism and respect flashed in their eyes.

Shao Zun!

Legend of the legend!

In the past, with his ordinary posture, he went from a small person who was not optimistic about anyone and despised by everyone, defeated countless competitors, defeated countless geniuses, and walked step by step to his current position.

His experience.

Well-deserved as a legend!

The man suddenly stopped.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

On weekdays, the man would not even look at everyone's respect and respect, and there was never an exception. Everyone had long been used to this. Seeing him stop at this moment, he didn't react for a moment.

"Shaozun."

Behind him.

An old man in the forefront said carefully: "But you have something to give me?"

"Qi Lao."

The man's eyes have even more meanings.

But he asked an extremely strange question.

"Do you have friends?"

In a moment.

Everyone was shocked!

If it were someone else.

Asking this question doesn't seem too abrupt.

But the man in front of him practiced the mysterious and mysterious worldly meaning, like a dream, not a dream, like a illusion, and traveling through the world, experiencing all kinds of sentient beings, waiting for the day when the dream is awakened and the day after returning, he cut off all emotions, leaving only a trace of mysterious and profound breath of the world.

The man's temperament.

They know very well.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is ruthless and short-sighted.

On weekdays, there are very few people who can say a word to him. Why do you mention the word "friend" now?

Could it be...

"Shaozun."

Old Qi suppressed his shock.

"Is there something wrong with it during retreat?"

He was a little worried.

Although this world of world is a method that is against the will of heaven and has been improved by men, the risks faced are still extremely great. If a person is careless and fails to withstand the world's cultivation and is immersed in it, he will not be able to distinguish between dreams and reality, resulting in losing himself and failing in the end.

"Not."

The man shook his head and continued to move forward.

"I'm close to perfection."

Seeing this.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief in an instant.

only.

But they couldn't see it. A strange color was revealed in the man's eyes as the world rolled in.

This time I came out of seclusion.

After he cut off everything.

But there was a trace of strangeness left, but it was the emotion he had longed for.

And a name.

Gu Han.

...

Border waste.

Gu Han remained silent and stood for a long time.

The situation was severe before, and there were consecutive battles. No one focused on this. He could not understand whether Yang Ying's corpse disappeared because it triggered some secrets and was washed away by the power of time in Xuandan Camp.

Ask Qianye with a heart.

But he was already in deep sleep.

"Oh!"

far away.

Yun Lie looked impatient.

"It's such a big air, so many people are waiting for him!"

"Brother Nine."

Yun Fan scratched his head.

"If you don't want to wait, you can leave first. This matter has nothing to do with you, you have to follow you."

Just now.

Under his repeated bombardment, Zhao Mengyou finally couldn't stand it and told him what happened in Xuandan Camp.

One lost his life for his friend.

For a friend, one has only two or three months left.

The boy's passionate blood.

He naturally felt great respect for Gu Han and Yang Ying.

"Senior Sister."

Zuo Yang touched the sharp knife.

"Is this person your brother?"

"kindness."
To be continued...