Born in troubled times, for troubled times, singing all the way, all the way blood.

This sentence is very familiar, and it was praised by countless people three thousand years ago, and even recorded in history.

It was a sentence spoken by a celestial Taoist like a mountain, who stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the sky, full of loneliness.

His life was not legendary, nor thrilling, but it was more difficult and bitter than many generations of celestial bodies.

And his end is even more desolate, blood stains the depths of the heavenly veins, kills himself until he is exhausted, and sheds the last drop of blood.

Today, 3,000 years later, few people mention this phrase, but some people still remember it.

Between the words, everyone showed surprise, and the strong man who made the shot also paused, as if he realized something.

At this moment, on the red-dyed cliff, a vague figure slowly appeared, his whole body was red, as if it was composed of blood rain, and at the same time, a vast aura permeated out.

And his appearance also made the whole picture still.

Born in troubled times, for troubled times, singing all the way, all the way to blood three thousand years have passed, he is still alive, three thousand years have passed, he is still here, because he is unwilling, but no matter how unwilling, he can't resist the cruel and terrible reality, let alone the hand of God.

"It's him. ”

"He's alive. ”

"Three thousand years of celestial bodies. "People froze.

In the ten directions of Tianyu, the strong people who shot were all frozen at this moment, their faces changed greatly, and they felt the vastness, as if they were a bottomless abyss.

At that time, he had never broken through the royal road, but it was difficult to kill even the royal road, and his strength was a fear in the hearts of all the families.

His figure was condensing, but it was still very blurry, but the aura was more condensed.

Only a few breaths passed, but it seemed like a long time had passed, and finally, he revealed a pair of deep eyes, which seemed to penetrate everything at this moment.

He looked at the strong man who made the move, as if he saw the figure of some people three thousand years ago, he slapped it down, and the power of heaven and earth spread, destroying and decaying, and no one could resist this blow at all.

Peng's sudden, everything was silent, and the dozens of figures didn't have time to escape at all, and the royal dao divine soldiers buzzed, all of them were shot away, and they rushed to the depths of Tianyu.

People sighed and couldn't help but swallow the foam, especially those strong people of the big family, who all turned around at this moment, and didn't dare to stay at all.

"Are you still alive?" At the end of Tianyu, a figure emerged, he was shrouded in mist, it was difficult to see the figure clearly, but it was filled with a powerful aura.

"It's just an elixir. Another figure came out. The aura of the royal road is pervasive, and the whole person exudes a powerful momentum.

"It was unexpected. A third person walked out of the crowd, dressed in a purple robe, looking noble and elegant, but her breath was cold.

Ahem!

Hundreds of meters away, on the top of a mountain, I don't know when there was a rickety figure, an old man, with a yellow face and deep eyes, looking like a person who has half a foot in the loess.

Four kings.

People froze, their hearts groaned, all this was so unexpected.

Not to mention that the celestial bodies of three thousand years ago came to life, there were actually four kings in a row, and "they are the kings of three thousand years ago, and I have seen their portraits." Someone exclaimed.

"What?"

"How is that possible?" the crowd boiled and choked.

However, if you think about it carefully, the powerhouses of the Tongtian Realm can live for hundreds of years, and the royal road can live for thousands of years, but in fact, three thousand years is only one-third of their lives.

It's been a long road, a long practice, a long time!

On the cliff, he was silent.

Li Pu clenched his hands, his heart could not be calm, what is the truth?

The murderers of 10,000 years ago, they were born under this sky, but they betrayed this sky, this truth is too cruel.

"An elixir, stained with his blood, plus some faint divine sense, you have survived until now, aren't you tired?" The woman in the purple robe walked step by step, she was very powerful, and there was a compelling aura.

The Murong family.

Li Pu muttered to himself in his heart, and then swept over the figures of those people one by one.

In a great battle 10,000 years ago, many ancient families took action, but when they retreated, someone stayed behind and was given an important mission.

They have established major families, entrenched in Qinghe County, and have been eating Wuji for thousands of years.

"I see, you're still alive... has been alive, from 10,000 years ago to the present. Li Pu opened his mouth, knowing it in his heart.

The thin old man, the rickety old man, the middle-aged man, the shrouded figure, the purple robe, these figures cannot be reproduced, they are all unique, they have lived from the years of 10,000 years ago to the present.

What appeared in Qinghe County may just be a wisp of their clone, but now it may also be just a wisp of their divine sense, and their true body has been in a state of silence.

These are the enemies of the past.

Li Pu raised his head and stared at them quietly, he clenched his hands, and wanted to rush up at this moment and fight with them.

"You know a lot. The women and children in purple robes had the corners of their mouths raised with coldness.

"Is it another generation of celestial bodies? It seems that our mission in Qinghe County has failed. The shrouded strong man spoke, and a pair of deep eyes seemed to be revealed in the mist.

"Are you afraid?" said a vague figure to Li Pu on the cliff.

"Don't be afraid. Li Pu replied.

"So"

"It is better to perish forever than to seek liberation from all saints. Li Pu said.

"Then let's kill!" he spoke, his vague figure flashing with a golden glow, instead of red, and he stepped out step by step, his figure as tall as a Tarzan.

He flashed a pair of incomparably deep gazes, and then rushed into the air.

Li Pu raised the corners of his mouth, at this moment, he had no sorrow or joy, his heart was empty and only the fighting spirit was pervasive, and after a pause, he carried the stone tablet, held the sword of the black dragon, and rushed forward with the crescent moon.

This kind of equipment is probably the first person in ancient and modern times.

The Great War of the Royal Road broke out, and two celestial bodies of different eras joined forces, rumbling in the depths of the heavens, and a terrifying aura overflowed, crushing the sky.

The mountains are collapsing, the earth is sinking, and everything is terrible.

The cultivators were retreating, and the strong people who didn't reach the royal road couldn't get close to here at all, and that terrifying aura cut off everything.

The battle was so terrible that it was enveloped in the aftermath of terror, and no one could see what was inside, but everyone felt the suffocation.

The battle lasted for dozens of minutes, and it was as if a long era had passed.

Finally, at this moment, a figure fell.

"It's a celestial body. "I don't know who shouted.

Li Pu suffered a heavy blow, the golden light dimmed, and his whole body fell to the earth like a meteorite.

Phew!

The five-colored bird rushed out, spread its wings and flew away, catching him the moment he was about to land, and then rushing to the outside world.

But the powerhouse of the Celestial Race had already been waiting for an opportunity to move, blocking the path of the five-colored bird at this moment.

At the same time, Wu Qingfeng walked out of the crowd, and he roared angrily, like a true dragon possessed, and that powerful aura overwhelmingly flooded the front.

"Great Ancestor, please give me great strength!" Chen Yuanyuan walked out, he muttered to himself, his expression extremely solemn.

The next moment, he opened his eyes, and the fear, uneasiness, and everything that belonged to him in those eyes disappeared, replaced by resoluteness, strength, and self-confidence.

He rushed into the sky, like an eagle striking the sky, killing the strong man in the sky.

"The big day is coming. The lark roared, and the power of the Buddha stretched open a piece of the sky, killing the heroes who wanted to rush out.

"Fool, you fool, you yourself are so seriously injured and you still run out? If you die, what will happen to me?" Wu Yan cried, looking here, and saw Wu Qingfeng's figure.

"Do you want to make a move?" whispered a woman in red somewhere.

"Wait, there are still people lurking in the dark. Lan Ye squinted his gaze and kept watching the battle.

"Little junior brother" Nangong Mingyue, who followed behind the qin girl, whispered, she subconsciously clenched her hands, and her breathing was a little short.

"Senior brother, are we going to make a move?"

On the top of the distant mountain, there are two people, a man and a woman, the woman's green clothes are absolutely dusty, just like a green lotus has an ethereal spirit, the male is white-clothed and snowy, and the majestic and heroic posture is like a fairy from the nine heavens.

It was the girl in Tsing Yi who spoke, and she looked very nervous because her name was Zhao Ying.

The man did not speak, his eyes were not deep, nor were they very cloudy, but seemed very calm, very dark, and snowy.

"Or, I'll go first?" Zhao Ying spoke again, a little worried that something would happen to Li Pu.