The patriarch of Taisu Immortal Palace, Yusu Zhenren, started at the beginning of modern times, became enlightened in the prosperous era of the Middle Tang Dynasty, and then moved to the Eastern Song Dynasty and founded Taisu Immortal Palace in the Taisu Mountains!

Wu Ming knows very little about this person, but he is quite impressed, just because of one point, that is, in this limited record, it was mentioned that this person seemed to have a grudge with people in the Middle Tang Dynasty and was forced to leave the Middle Tang Dynasty.

Who can allow a Enlightenment Saint Realm to exist and leave his homeland?

The words recorded in the codex are unknown, or they are the descendants of Taisu Immortal Palace, and they don't want people to know that their ancestor has such an unbearable past, so there is no detailed record.

"She's Yusu, so you...... And who is it?"

Wu Ming looked at the two little fairy children, who gradually disappeared into the backs of the edge of the square, their eyes were deep, like a secluded pool.

Yu Su didn't see it, but he saw it clearly, when Yu Su scolded another fairy child, although the other party was sincerely frightened, and when he repeatedly asked for forgiveness, a trace of resentment flashed on his lowered little face.

Although it is not a heart-pounding resentment, Wu Ming has an extremely accurate grasp of people's hearts, and the suspicion between the two may have been deeply rooted in his heart.

Especially children, the concept of right and wrong is extremely weak, and it is the age group with the most grudges.

If Yusu leaves this little junior brother with too harsh memories, and the resulting suspicion will probably erupt suddenly and violently at some point in the future, like a volcano that has been suppressed for a long time.

Wu Ming had an intuition that told him that Yusu's bumpy fate in the future was mostly related to this little junior brother.

Just thinking about it, a flower in front of me, and the situation changes again.

Boom Boom!

At this time, it is no longer calm and peaceful, but there is a violent storm suddenly, the sky above the sky lightning and thunder, the figures of the people, the streamer flashes, the shouting and killing are endless, and it is a fierce fight!

"It's ......"

Looking at the tragic battle situation that was almost shattering the sky and destroying the world, Wu Ming's pupils shrank again and again.

Although the light and shadow were blurry and changing very quickly, it was like a wandering flower, dazzling, but he still saw a few figures with some impressions.

This impression is not that he has seen the real body of the person he is fighting with, but that he has seen this scene before.

It was nearly ten years ago, in the Demon Sea, when the remnant of heaven and earth appeared, I got the inheritance of the Great Fishing Sea Technique left by the Covered Sea Fisherman, and I saw the scene.

Not surprisingly, this battle is the battle of the destruction of Kunlun Heavenly Palace!

"Go away, ...... tomorrow"

At this moment, a shout came, but I saw a female Dao Quanzhen who was dressed in a Taoist robe, although her hair was scattered, but it was difficult to hide her elegance, and she shook her sleeve robe as wide as a tattered pocket.

Whew!

Between the surging streamers, there were two slender figures, and a few precious lights, which reopened the barrier of heaven and earth, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Rumble!

That female Dao Quan Zhen endured several bombardments, and in the immeasurable brilliance surged, the whole thing was wiped out.

"Gu Shoots ......"

A cry of grief and anger came, but I saw that the immortal on the flat clouds, who was covered in blood and not in white clothes, stepped on the thunder, slashed the sky angrily, and roared loudly, "Dao Ancestor sits and watches the gods and demons to mess with Shenzhou, and you are trying to get involved in the way of heaven, and you will definitely ...... in the future."

"Noise!"

In the midst of the cold cheers, a cloud of chaotic brilliance descended, beating the Pingyun Shangxian into flying ashes.

But when this immortal was dying and counterattacking, he also killed a strong man of an alien race, and severely injured several of them, and died with the Gu Shooting Fairy.

Whew!

The wind is howling, the streamers are surging, everything is gone, and it is back in the former dilapidated square, like a dream, but it is like a reality.

"Heh, is that what you want me to see?"

Wu Ming shook his head with a smile, walked sideways to the side, and said as he walked, "The destruction of Kunlun Heavenly Palace, although there are causes of human disasters, but also their own reasons, go against the sky, lonely and hanging, if you don't insist on going your own way, why did you end up like this?"

Although this scene shocked him a lot, it also made Wu Ming feel a little unusual.

Not surprisingly, the reason why I was able to see this scene was mostly because the obsession of the strong man who fell here triggered the power fluctuations here and reproduced the past scenes one by one.

Otherwise, it's too much of a coincidence, and it's good to be able to see one scene, not one scene after another.

Although he was quite curious about the past, Wu Ming was not stupid enough to feel that this was the truth.

After all, what you see with your own eyes is sometimes fake.

Not to mention, it was not only the immortals of Kunlun Heavenly Palace who fell here, but also the powerhouses of various races who participated in that battle.

The reason why it is said that Kunlun Heavenly Palace is to blame is also because, in the Middle Ages, a hundred schools of thought contended, and Kunlun Heavenly Palace also vainly tried to restore the glory of the Fengshen lineage, and still followed the old system.

This kind of old-fashioned approach that doesn't know what to say is undoubtedly the way to die!

The sons of the hundred schools, perhaps for various reasons, left this vein, and barely left an incense for the Fengshen line, but they just looked for death, thinking that with the presence of the Taoist ancestor, no one would cut off the luck of the Fengshen lineage.

It's a pity that people are not as good as heaven, and they have not escaped this catastrophe after all!

Wu Ming could even imagine what role the Terran saints played in this great battle.

It is nothing more than that in this big battle, the Kunlun Heavenly Palace was pushed out and plugged the hole!

Although it was very disgraceful, even insidious and vicious, Wu Ming didn't care at all, anyway, sooner or later, he was going to do it.

But Wu Ming couldn't help but care about the few figures that suddenly appeared in this battle.

Chaos creatures are also involved in this battle!

Or, under the guidance of those Chaos Demon Gods who melt heaven and earth, they are leading this battle behind the scenes.

"Going around and around, it turns out that it is still inseparable from the battle of Taoism!"

Wu Ming smiled and shook his head, but he was not complacent, thinking that he had seen through everything, but he finally revealed part of the truth.

Borrowing from the past to push back the present, if nothing else, in this demon tribulation chaos in the present and ancient times, there will definitely be chaotic creatures in the end.

At that time, there will be no more than one done!

No matter what the reason, since the cause and effect have long been fruited, it is natural that there must be a beginning and an end.

What's more, this demon tribulation is full of strangeness, it seems that it is not slow, both sides have restrained, but in fact, they are secretly in full swing, preparing something.

"If nothing else, I'm afraid the saints will have to play in person, but they can't let you get your wish, and no one wants to make a move when they think they're ready!"

Wu Ming's eyes were like electricity, his face was cold, and he seemed to be slow and fast, and he stepped out of the square in one step, ignoring the distorted space barriers, and went straight to the chaos in the apse of Zhenlong Villa.

"Up!"

Wu Ming stood in one place, volleyed a palm, bent his fingers into a grasp, exhaled and opened his voice, and the invisible streamer affected the great power of heaven and earth, turning into a giant palm, from top to bottom, grabbing a ruined wall.

Airplanes!

The moment the giant palm touched, among the seemingly inconspicuous messy rubble, a cloud of endless brilliance suddenly rose, which actually blocked the giant palm.

"After so many years, there is still such power, and he is worthy of being the strongest in the power of the Holy Realm!"

Wu Mingjian raised his eyebrows, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he immediately shook his head with some understanding, and said with his five fingers slightly together, "It's a pity, you're dead!"

Click!

There was a thunderous explosion and shattering sound, which suddenly resounded through the void, but I saw that the clouds and mist were scattered, and a cloud-white long sword appeared inside, and the cloud patterns on it were swirling, as if there was wind and thunder converging, and it was the sword of the Pingyun Shangxian.

As seen from the previous scene, after the fall of the Immortal on the Flat Clouds, his sword fell here.

At that time, the war was in full swing, and no one had the leisure to collect the spoils, but this treasure stayed here for countless years.

Even so, this sword seems to have not undergone the baptism of time, the power is still there, and the power of the origin seems to be as warm as a cloud, but it has its own wave energy, and the wind and thunder are rolling inside!

"Good sword!"

Wu Ming's eyes lit up.

Even though this immortal sword is not suitable for him, even if it is the Cloud Shattering Sword obtained from Lingxiao Pavilion, it is also not suitable for him, but as a martial artist, he also has a special preference for divine weapons.

Zheng Zheng!

The fairy sword has a spirit, perceiving the covetousness in his eyes, he trembles endlessly, releasing infinite sword intent, and even more wind and clouds roll out, as if demonstrating, telling the people in front of him - I am not easy to mess with!

"Huh!"

Wu Ming shook his head with a smile and walked straight up.

Airplanes!

The sword roared, the wind and clouds were turbulent, the lightning and thunder roared, and the infinite power swept towards Wu Ming, but it was only the hunting sound of the corners of his clothes blowing, and it did not hurt him in the slightest.

Even though the power of this immortal sword is really extraordinary, looking at the present and ancient times, it is also a great holy sword, but for Wu Ming today, it is nothing.

"Huh?"

Wu Ming walked halfway, and when he reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, his brows suddenly froze, and the light in the center of his eyebrows flashed slightly, as if he had opened a vertical eye, which looked majestic and not to be offended.

"In countless years of heaven and earth evolution, this sword has formed a natural formation, and I almost fell for it!"

At the moment when he touched the hilt of the sword, Wu Ming was alarmed, and he used the Eye of the Demon to investigate the illusion, only to discover the hidden trap here.

This fairy sword seems to be close at hand, but in fact, it is separated by a heavily distorted space, if you are blinded by the treasure, without checking, stepping into it, you will inevitably face the strangulation of the power of space.

Don't say that a half-saint, even if it is a pseudo-saint, or even a holy realm power, it may be injured, and no matter how bad it is, it will be disgraced, and the former is even more life-threatening.

But Wu Ming is not an ordinary person, since he has found a problem, these naturally cannot be difficult for him.

"Open!"

Wu Ming stepped out in one step, went straight into the distorted space node, found a weak point, and propped his hands outward, as if tearing the sky, and cracked in front of him.

However, this is only a layer of space barriers, and I don't know how much weight there is in front of me.

But since Wu Ming can open a heavy one, the rest is naturally nothing.

In this way, when he came to the fairy sword, he ignored the struggle and resistance of the other party, and pulled it out, like the blade of the autumn water-like cloud summoning the shadow, and after countless years, it reappeared and reflected the heaven and the earth!

"A good sword indeed!"

Wu Ming flicked his fingers, the sword chanted, crisp as a pearl falling on a jade plate, with a peerless edge, he casually held a sword flower, looked sideways, and said lightly, "After watching it for so long, it's time to come out!"