Thousands of years have been too long, and ordinary creatures have experienced many generations of rise and fall.

Wang Xiaer couldn't stand it anymore, and his blood and energy were exhausted, so he also refused the holy medicine.

Looking at the energetic children in the clan, I couldn't help but smile. What else is more worth nurturing than these children?

"Second Grandpa."

Wang Chang'an's eyes were red, and it was hard to imagine that their generation had finally reached the end of his life.

"Xiao An, don't be sad. I remember that Da Cang was still fighting bloody at that time, and the Ancient Ancient Tribe was destroyed several times. It was you who led the Ancient Ancient Tribe to glory."

"Xiao An, you are the biggest constituent of the Xing Gu tribe!"

"Second Grandpa, there is no shortage of holy medicine in the clan, which can prosper your life."

"Xiao An, you should be happy. Grandpa second has done nothing in his life, but he is lucky to have lived for a thousand years. He should have been content, child."

Wang Xiaer thought of the past of the Xing Gu tribe and couldn't help but be happy when he saw this prosperous tribe.

Before Wang Xia's second bed, he said a lot and comforted all the people of the tribe. Finally, he endured the essence of life and passed away forever.

"Second Grandpa."

"Old clan, old clan."

Wang Chang'an couldn't accept it. Some elders of the Xing Gu tribe had long been gray-haired and their green years were irreversible.

Wang Xiaer left, Wang Xiajun, and Wang Xiaxiu sent away his brother tremblingly. From now on, they could not get up. They were really old.

Half a month later, the bad news came again, and Wang Xiajun and Wang Xiaxiu also completed their lives.

Wangzhouhai, Qianyuzi, Guidaozong and others were also old. At this time, the Xinggu tribe was unprecedentedly prosperous, but their relatives died one by one.

Wang Changan's jealousy was red again and again, and there were a piece of spiritual cards added to the heroic mourning hall.

Time is still advancing. Decades later, Wang Qingzhuang, Wang Qingfeng and others have also reached the end of their lives.

The old friend gradually withered, like fallen leaves in the wind.

Wang Changan was a little lost. His heart trembled again and again, and tears fell across his cheeks again and again.

"Old Long, it's time to ask you for a drink. The Ancient Apricot Tribe is very powerful now and has not let you down the efforts of the past."

The Golden Lion King's fur, which was as thin as gold silk, had long been sparse. He was old and thought of all the past, and he couldn't help but roar towards the sky.

He is no longer the same as before, his voice seems desolate, and the lion is in an irreversible place.

"Lion King, it's time for us old guys."

Zhu Yan is no longer the Shenwu of the past. He has experienced many great battles throughout his life. He is suffering from illness when he is old, and even magical medicine is useless.

"Let's go, I want to be buried in the clan land. If there are heroic souls, I will always protect the Ancient Tribe."

The Golden Lion King spoke. For thousands of years, their cultivation has been extremely strong and their magic power is like the sea. In the eyes of foreign tribes, they are unimaginable ferocious creatures.

Two terrifying beasts walked into the deep area of ​​the clan on their own.

They dug deep pits and buried themselves. According to what they said, they will always protect the Ancient Apricot.

All the tribe members were moved, and Wang Changan's eyes were sore, but there was nothing he could do.

cry,

A thunderbolt landed, and its former plump wings became bald, and its body was full of blood and energy.

The ancient thunderbird stood in front of the lonely graves at both ends and kept silent for a long time, but only tears were weeping in his eyes.

"Time is not forgiving people! I will be buried here even if I die."

The ancient thunderbird spoke for a long time, and all the tribe members' eyes turned red.

"Leizu."

The Xinggu tribe called out, and the voice was filled with sadness.

The ancient thunderbird shed tears. He is no longer the cub of the past. For thousands of years, the Xing Gu tribes have been born one after another.

In the Ancient Xing tribe, he is already an ancient existence and is called Lei Zu by his tribe members.

"I can't stand it anymore."

As the picture changed, the ancient thunderbird also reached the end of his life. He flapped his wings for the last time and paraded the entire tribe.

"I have never regretted this life, haha."

He dragged his old body into the depths of the tribe, and next to two old graves, he erected a new grave.

"Two old guys, I'll be with you."

The ancient thunderbird was buried deep in the clan. This was their wish, but many clan members witnessed it, but no one stopped it.

Time surging, constantly moving forward, and I don’t know how long it took to be.

At this time, Wang Chang'an became even stronger. He was still young and could not feel his life was exhausted, but his clan members were declining.

Hua Xiu Niang changed her face to white hair, her face was withered, and she was covered with crutches. Beside her, Wang Yi was also as old as she.

They were powerless to go against the will of heaven, and even the ancient emperors could not live forever, let alone them.

"I feel that there is not much time left. Let's go back to Taiqi again, just treat it as a traveler in the hometown."

Flower embroidered lady opened her mouth.

"Okay." Wang Yi responded.

Hua Xiu Niang and Wang Yi left that day. For thousands of years, they have been together and have become husband and wife, but unfortunately they have no children.

The two revisited the old place together until the Ancient Apricot tribe, their soul cards burst and they did not return to Dacang.

Wang Chang'an was a little numb, and his old friends left one by one. The great sorrow and pain he experienced made him feel disheartened again and again.

Time flies, and the vicissitudes of life are the same. Looking back again, I don’t know how long the years are?

Wang Yangming, Yao Yue, Lian Xing and others have exhausted their potential and their cultivation cannot be improved. They are also declining and dying.

Wang Chang'an seemed to be a witness, witnessing their lives.

The Ancient Apricot tribe became more and more cold. When the young children called Wang Chang'an with their ancient ancestors, Wang Chang'an was particularly lonely.

After hundreds of thousands of years of change, the Ancient Xing tribe once became the most powerful Taoist priest in the world, and it also experienced the decline of time and was hidden in the world several times.

"No, if we don't fight, we will almost be unable to stand it."

Yin Wudi, Wang Dazhuang, Wang Xiaojue and others are all ancient existences, and they have spent hundreds of thousands of years together.

They are hiding, but now they can't suppress them, and their blood and energy are beginning to wither and they cannot live forever.

"Then fight, exude the last glory, and gain another glimmer of hope for the world of immortality."

Zhao Yun spoke out, still beautiful, but a few silver threads were added to his black hair.

As soon as his fighting spirit came out, his divine power came to the world, and all living beings in the nine heavens and ten earths were trembling.

That day, Wang Chang'an led everyone to the war. They fought to the sky, to the chaotic universe until the sky collapsed and to the earth split.

After thousands of years of battle, the opponents they faced were extremely powerful.

Huangfu Jiusheng, Nangong Wentian, Dongfang Mingyue, Wang Xiaojue and others were killed in battle one after another.

Wang Changan had several tears of blood and tears. This is the person he cared about the most!

They reached the end of the world, shook the entire ancient history, and in the end, even Yin Wudi, Zhaoyun and others were killed in battle.

They killed all their enemies, leaving only Wang Chang'an to live alone in this world.

Wang Chang'an's eyes were bleeding and tears were extremely sad. The heaven and earth changed color. In the end, his thoughts turned ashes and became numb.

When he looked back, he was at the top of his position, but there was no old friend in the world. His relatives and friends were all buried in ancient history.

At first he was sad and sometimes remembered, but time was too long.

So long that he didn't want to remember this memory again, he transformed into a new life, survived the brilliant era, and opened up his second life for immortality.

Independent on the nine heavens, no one can talk to it, the great way is accompanying you, and you can see the long time.

He lost his original temperament and the Xinggu tribe rose and fell several times. In his opinion, that was the rule of heaven and earth, and it was no longer worth his attention.
Chapter completed!