All the strong men of the demon clan were so excited that they burst into tears, kneeling on the ground, their blood boiling, it was the black robe in front of them that led the demon clan to an unprecedented height, but they also fell into the void in the first battle between the two clans, and they disappeared.

The whereabouts of the Oriental Jumang have always been an unsolved mystery, and the most common theory is that in the past, the Eastern Emperor of the Demon Clan was defeated in the first battle between the two clans, and led a group of demon clans to retreat from the immortal ban.

Before the first battle between the two clans, he once held a six-character proverb to fight with the sky, but no one knew what the result was. However, Jiang Changan could guess that if it weren't for the battle with the sky that consumed most of the strength of the Eastern Emperor, the outcome of the battle between the two clans in ancient times would be unpredictable, and the duel between the Demon Emperor and the Creation Ancestor would be unpredictable.

More and more demon monks rushed to the South China Sea Island from all directions to bow and worship.

But everyone was still shocked and shocked, but they saw a cliff across the opposite peak, and there was a Tsing Yi sitting cross-legged on the cliff, the figure of Tsing Yi was like a dream, ethereal nothingness, ethereal and ethereal, with a snap of his fingers, he seemed to be integrated with heaven and earth, intertwined with the glory of the sun and the moon, he is all things, beyond the sky, not in the red dust.

The man in Tsing Yi also couldn't see his face clearly, but he could vaguely recognize it as a man, just the opposite of the emperor of the East, he did not look up at the sky, but looked down at all beings, and what was hidden in his eyes was endless sorrow, which seemed to be lonely and lonely for eternity.

Those eyes were desireless, lawless, but when they closed their eyes at the last moment, two cloudy tears drooped, and the tears condensed into ice.

For a while, everyone only felt that the spiritual element of the body was steaming, and the whole body was as hot as a furnace, and the meridians and cultivation of the whole body were almost about to explode!

Jiang Chang'an's Divine Mansion Mirror was running, and his whole body's spiritual power was protected by the Divine Mansion in time, so he survived, and the realm strength of An Xianzi and the others beside him was almost above him, and his face fluctuated slightly, but it did not have a big impact.

Some cultivators with lower realms of qi and blood collided indiscriminately in their bodies, and if they continued to stand in place, they would have to explode and die, and they would have to withdraw from a hundred zhang away, and the boiling qi and blood would gradually subside and recover.

Jiang Changan's breathing froze for a while, as if someone had choked his throat, and he couldn't say a word.

All beings were very curious about the identity of this person, and at this moment, the man in green clothes suddenly opened his lips and teeth, and his voice was as magnetic as heaven, but it was also filled with endless loneliness:

"All things are born by nature, and the Tao should not be born, and the Tao should not give birth to all things, and it should not be born and created......"

The sound reverberated endlessly, resounding through the sky, expanding from the isolated island in all directions......

Rumble!

I don't know how many people are petrified, and I don't know how many powerful cultivators are trembling, these words directly exploded in everyone's hearts, and the entire isolated island was silent.

It was like a meteorite hitting the ground, and the giant hammer struck everyone's heart, and they trembled all over their bodies, their blood was surging, and they couldn't help but have an urge to look up to the sky and roar, from head to toe as if they had been struck by thunder, and froze in a daze.

Until I don't know who trembled his voice, gritted his teeth and said:

"Shizun!"

The speaker burst into tears.

"It's my Terran Dao Ancestor!

"Creation Ancestor Venerable...... Jiang Changan whispered repeatedly, in the initial period of Shenzhou where there were thousands of laws, and in the ancient martial arts period when there was no rainbow and no fixed cultivation method, the Creation Ancestor Venerable was like a beam of sunlight that pierced through the fog and shone on the vast earth, bringing enlightenment and light to countless cultivators.

Open the immortal tomb, find immortality, refine the divine law, and destroy ten thousand ways. A few twelve words can almost sum up his life, but the magnificence of this is not described by many words, a thousand ways of annihilation, he has reached the pinnacle of the avenue, but it has also become a gap that people can't cross for 100,000 years, and the endless horizon is like a god.

The first emperor of creation and the first emperor of the East are like yin and yang two qi to open up the chaos of the beginning of heaven and earth, and open up the ancient prosperity, for a time there are countless strong people, and the holy lord and emperor are everywhere, that is, saints like Yao Baiyu have also walked out of several one after another, and the ancient period has reached an unprecedented peak, and the merit of the first emperor of creation is immeasurable.

It may also be in response to the cycle of heaven and earth, after which the spiritual power between heaven and earth has rapidly declined and thinned, the laws of heaven and earth have re-evolved, and there has been no new Dao law for 100,000 years.

This is the sorrow of the First Creator, and it is also the reason why he looks down on all beings and weeps.

All things are born by nature, and the Tao should not give birth to the Dao Law, and the Tao gives birth to all things, and should not be born and created. One sentence expresses boundless misery and loneliness, but what about those who hear these words?

Jiang Changan looked at the beings kneeling on the ground, no one understood this sentence thoroughly, but when he knelt down as a god, he was useless except for humble reverence. His heart was even more desolate, as if he understood the sadness and helplessness in Shizun's heart.

"What the First Venerable of Creation regrets is not that he created a peerless cultivation method that is unique in ten thousand--Three Chapters and Twelve Realms, but what he really regrets is that this method makes people's hearts lazy. ”

Jiang Changan smiled bitterly: "Shizun has traveled all over Shenzhou to seek all the ways, and he knows how to practice best, but he doesn't know how to be born as a human being, and his nature is lazy and evil. ”

Many of the Terran monks burst into tears, bowed their heads reverently, and bowed as if they were gods, trembling all over.

But the mortal monks all knelt down from the soul, everyone knelt on the ground, their bodies threw themselves to the ground, and their whole bodies were almost stuck in the dirt, and those who had just arrived on the island knelt directly to the ground when they saw the silent figure, and walked to them step by step.

Their blood was boiling, and many of them burst into tears on the spot, muttering almost madly and paranoidly, and crying silently.

So the scene in front of him was very strange, the human race knelt down in the direction of Tsing Yi, and the demon clan bowed down towards the black-robed person, except for Jiang Chang'an, Buddha Yi and An Xianzi, they all knelt on the ground.

Jiang Changan didn't worship, because he didn't regard the two of them as gods in his heart, and the handsome monk and Buddha clothes beside him were simpler, except for the ancient Buddha who burned the lamp of the Buddhist family, he was afraid that Shakyamuni couldn't move him. What made Jiang Changan most curious was Fairy An, her eyes were circulating repeatedly on the two of them, and there was a little more gentleness in her indifferent look, Jiang Changan thought about it, Fairy An also looked like this the first moment he saw him in Jiangzhou, as if he was ...... Old acquaintances.

I don't know how long it took like that.

The gaze of the Founder of Creation was slightly raised, and the Eastern Emperor bowed his head lightly, and the two eyes would meet in one place, separated by dozens of zhang of the distance between the two peaks, looking at each other, silent. It's like this look, you can understand everything the other party has.

From beginning to end, the Eastern Demon Emperor pursued the transcendent avenue of solitude, but he was bound by heaven and earth, and the first venerable of creation was the opposite, what he wanted was to compete with all the ways, and hundreds of boats to compete for the stream, but he just opened up the three articles and twelve realms that suppressed the destruction of the ten thousand paths, and their long-cherished wishes could not be fulfilled in the end, just like the front and back of the mirror, looking at each other, and looking at themselves from the eyes of the other party.

This is a hundred thousand years ago!