The sinkhole was quiet, but the three peerless powerhouses of different eras could not be calm.

That stele, that figure is familiar.

"Who are you?" the ancient celestial body spoke, and its consciousness gradually became cloudy, as if it wanted to forget about itself.

"Where have you been, how many floors have you reached?" the ancient celestial body was still talking, the golden glow fading, and his body seemed to be going with the wind.

The time between them has been too long, and he only has a wisp of consciousness left that is about to be annihilated, and he can persist until now, just to pass on what he has learned in the celestial body, that's all.

Perhaps, Li Pu is the last person to be inherited.

Once he was invincible in heaven and earth, crisscrossing the universe, conquering unknown roads, and almost penetrating that layer, but he failed.

In the last battle, his body was shattered, his soul was almost annihilated, and the last wisp of consciousness came to this great state and took root.

"It's been so long, I forgot. "The ancient celestial bodies lost their minds, and there were too many in their tones, including bitterness, gloom, unwillingness, and remembrance.

"Senpai recognize that stele?" asked Emperor Ka, with a hint of respect.

"It's been so long that I forgot. The ancient celestial body sighed softly.

"It's a lot like Jidao. Sun He stared there.

Extreme Dao, the strongest divine soldier in the world, there is no one, about the legend of 'Extreme Dao', if you want to enumerate, it is not clear at all.

They are unique and non-reproducible.

But it is too long ago to go back to the world, and perhaps we have to start from ancient times.

"Rumor has it that the extreme path has been shattered. "The emperor's heart fluctuated, and he was not calm.

"No, I once saw in a ruin that no one can break the 'Extreme Path' and they will be reborn and re-on. Sun He spoke.

The ancient celestial body of "Extreme Dao" was silent, and he had such doubts from the first time he saw Li Pu, but those two words were really too far away from the world, and even whether the "Extreme Dao" really existed was still an unsolvable puzzle.

The breeze was blowing, with a hint of coolness, but it could not penetrate their bodies, because they were all gone, and only a wisp of consciousness remained.

It's a kind of sadness, but they have to live because there is an obsession in their hearts.

"What is the truth?" the body of the ancient celestial body dissipated.

"I can't see it. ”

"It's too powerful out there. ”

"Where does that lead?Is there really an immortal?Is there really an immortal?" His voice was vague and low, mixed with vicissitudes, as if echoing from ancient times, and at the same time, it was also like a bleak sad song echoing between the ten heavens and nine earths.

Where does it lead? Is there immortality?

This is an unsolvable puzzle and a sad story.

Because there are too many people who rush there like moths to a fire, but unfortunately no one can succeed, even the true God has fallen, leaving only the sad song of the world.

And what about them?

Emperor Hua was silent, and his burly body also dissipated with the breeze, leaving only his helplessness and unwillingness to the world for 100,000 years.

Even though he knew that he would not return, he still wanted to break through, to see the truth, to see the passing eternals.

Unfortunately, he chose another path.

Sun He was silent, his consciousness was annihilated, and only his physical body flowed in the void, and then accompanied by the vague Ding Chong to the depths of the heavens.

Everything is dusty and dusty, there is a towering mountain in the depths of the sinkhole, and there is also an unknown rumor.

An hour later, one after another strong men came here.

With a bang, a gust of wind struck, and the mountain was carried away, and it rushed into the depths, and then fell again in some of the mountains, and the moment it landed, it seemed to merge into the real world.

The Celestial Tomb is gone.

"What's going on?" someone whispered, feeling a little regretful because it was too late.

Of course, there is still the truth to be found in the traces of the war, and people are searching carefully in the hope of finding something, but unfortunately, there is little left except for a few traces.

"Gone. Chen Yuanyuan entered here with the remnant picture in his hand, stunned.

"How could it be? wasn't it still there just now?" the lark's eyes widened.

"It's gone, just now, just a few minutes ago. Chen Yuanyuan was depressed.

"Damn, it's a big loss... My true divine heritage!" The five-colored bird cried.

"Shut up, you stupid bird, if you hadn't dragged along the way, maybe we would have arrived long ago. The lark glared at it angrily.

The next moment, both birds and one of them fell silent.

Because they were able to track the location of the Celestial Tomb with unmistakable accuracy, they had often pitted some strong people in the past year, almost leading them to hell.

During this period of time, it can be said that all the forces, the strong, and some powerful loose cultivators have been offended.

Now, the Celestial Tomb has also disappeared, and everything has settled down, shouldn't this account be settled?

Everyone came towards the two birds and one person, they all stared at this place, their eyes did not blink, and even some of them did not hide their anger and killing intent at all.

Those who can pit are pitted, those who don't have strength are dead, and those who have strength... It's the people they see right in front of their eyes.

There is no doubt that this is a great catastrophe.

In an instant, two birds and one person, staring at each other with a finished expression.

Escape!

This is their last thought, they must flee, scatter and flee.

Kill!

The strong men roared angrily, murderous, and the attack was overwhelming, eager to cut the lark and his party with eighteen knives.

In the distance, on top of a desolate mountain, there were two figures.

"What's that?" Qi Xuan raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance, the black shadow rushing towards them.

Han Xin raised his head, his eyes were deep, revealing a touch of deep meaning, and he stared at it tightly.

"Hey, little brother, are you there too?" In the distance, the lark saw Han Xin's figure, and it showed joy.

"Who is your little brother?" Han Xin's face darkened.

"The fourth son is my little brother, and you are his little brother, aren't you also my little brother?" The lark smiled, pounced directly, stopped on Han Xin's shoulder, and then stretched his wings, looking like he was going to hook his shoulders and put his back on his back: "Let's go, brother will take you to eat wine and drink meat." ”

"Kill! kill the damn bird. ”

"Quick, don't let it run. The roar gradually came.

"Little brother, quick, you go first, I'll deal with them. Seeing this, the lark roared angrily, quite tragically and tragically sacrificing his life to save his brother.

However, the next moment, Han Xin froze directly, because the lark ran, he ran faster than anyone else.

"Little brother, there are two guys here who are the little brother of the bird, kill them. ”

"Yes, kill them. The angry voice was higher and higher, and the power of the attack swept over the earth.

Han Xin raised his head, his hair fluttered, and he had a messy feeling in the wind, could he still explain? Does he have time to explain? Will these people listen?

Han Shin was tempted to say that he didn't know the damn bird at all, however, it was too late.

He gritted his teeth, blackened his face, and turned around directly and galloped in the direction of the lark, and Qi Xuan also followed.

Half an hour later, in the midst of a large mountain range.

"Why did you get here?" the lark looked up, stunned.

"What else do I want to ask you?" the five-colored bird was about to cry, its beautiful feathers were shaken off by the aftermath, and it had to become a bald bird if it continued.

"Holy. The lark glanced at it, and found that the people chasing behind the five-colored bird were very strong, and its whole body trembled, turned around and flew away.

After a while, the two birds and Han Shin met again.

"Little brother, you go quickly, protect you for my brother. The lark looked like he was going to fight the enemy.

Han Xin's face darkened, and he was going to take action to suppress this damn one directly, but the moment he raised his head, he saw the pursuers behind the lark.

Is that a chasing soldier? Is it a soldier? It is simply a ferocious beast, they scream, one more hideous than the other, grinning, murderous, Han Xin has no doubt at all, if he is caught up by these people, he will have to divide the corpse, and he will enjoy the pain of torn wounds.

"I'm going to kill you. Han Xin roared, almost vomiting blood in his heart.

"Little brother, hurry, there are too many of them, scatter and flee. The lark tiger body shook and shouted.

"That's its little brother, kill" someone in the crowd roared.

"Divide your sister. "Han Xin vomited blood, he had seen a hated demon, but he had never seen such a hated bird demon, he really wanted to strangle the lark, really.