The figure of the Hongmeng Daoist appeared in the air, looking at the Hongmeng Dao that was not visible and the shocking and miserable scene, his face was full of waves, they did everything they could, and the next thing was handed over to the world of gods and the generation born in the brilliant and prosperous world.

Glancing at the completely dead Zi Ao, the Hongmeng Dao Lord turned around and walked towards the people on the ruins, Fengzi and a few Dao could win is something he expected, but those surviving god cultivators will choose to revive at this time, and joining the battle is something he didn't expect, but these are not important now, as long as Fengzi and a few others are sent back to the Ten Thousand Gods Realm, he will die without regrets.

A group of people finally survived such a brutal battle, and he couldn't bear to watch everyone die one after another on the way back to the Realm of the Gods. The wine Shura in the Enlightened God Domain was still entangled at this time, and it was impossible for everyone to return to the Ten Thousand Gods Realm through the dimensional wall.

Although he was pleasantly surprised by the appearance of the Dao Lord, when the Hongmeng Dao Lord appeared, the faces of a group of strong people became extremely dignified again, the aura on the Dao Lord's body was extremely weak, and even the soul source was dissipating, presumably he was also fatally injured in the battle with the giant, otherwise he would not even be able to keep the soul source and let it pass!

"Dao Master, are you okay?" Chen Mufeng, who also felt that something was wrong with the Hongmeng Dao Master, said in a solemn tone, the soul source is the origin of a cultivator, if all the soul sources are gone, it means that a cultivator is about to come to an end, but the Dao Lord is the existence of stepping on the Dao after all, and there should be a way to deal with it. But even if he thought so in his heart, he was still very worried about the state of the Dao Master in his heart!

"If I'm okay, will you believe it? That's an ancestral god-level sub-red descendant, and it will be endless in one breath, and it would be tantamount to an idiot's dream to kill such an existence without paying some heavy price, but fortunately, I still fought it to death, otherwise I would have no shame to see you, and I would not have the face to give an explanation to the people who died in battle. ”

"It is not advisable to stay for a long time, the wine Shura in the Enlightened God Domain is also entangled, it is impossible to get out in a short time, I will try to tear the space now and send you back to the Ten Thousand Gods Realm. ”

The face of the Hongmeng Daoist was playful for a while, and the face was solemn for a while, except for a group of big demons in the Dead Dao, no one did better than him Hongmeng Dao!

Whether it is these surviving people or dead soldiers, they are all the pride of his Hongmeng Dao. The deceased is gone, he can only wish him a happy life underground, and as for those who survive, even if he does his best, he will send everyone back to the realm of the gods!

"Dao Master, the war has just ended, why don't you recover for a day or two before acting?"

It was Song Jidao who spoke this time, and his face asked worriedly, he didn't know how terrifying the ancestral god-level Zihong descendant was, and he couldn't even imagine it, but judging from the terrifying aura emanating from his dead body, it was definitely an existence that could make everyone change color!

It is not a simple matter to tear apart the space and walk in the air, the Dao Lord War has just ended, it is inevitable that he will be exhausted, and he wants to take hundreds of them to shuttle through the space, but he is afraid that he will be too reluctant to himself.

"I'll try it first, and then discuss it if it doesn't work. "Hongmeng Daoist did not listen to Song Jidao's advice, he only has the last breath he holds now, after one breath, he will fall, if he can't send everyone back to the realm of gods in this state, then he can only rely on everyone's efforts to climb and roll back to the realm of gods.

Chen Mufeng, who originally wanted to persuade the Daoist to take a break, didn't say much after seeing the Daoist's firmness and decisiveness, but just stepped back a little, quietly looking at the Daoist Master's straight Dao marks, and at the same time as the martial arts, two big hands buckled into the space, wanting to split one into two and tear out a hole!

Everyone quietly looked at the spatial cracks that gradually appeared in the air, and the sharp wind was exposed, which made the muscles of the people on the ground painful, but everyone still looked up attentively, and their faces were solemn, because they could see that the Dao Lord was struggling now!

If it was in its heyday, it would definitely not be difficult for the Taoist to walk in the space, but now it can't even open the space, which shows how bad the physical state of the Taoist is now!

Cough!

A violent cough came, and everyone was stunned at the same time, and at the same time, they all saw the Dao Master who fell straight from the sky!

Chen Mufeng's eyes were quick, and he appeared in the air the moment he saw the Hongmeng Dao Lord coughing up blood and falling, and connected it to the ruins, and his divine thoughts also entered the Dao Master's body in an instant, but after feeling the situation in the Dao Body, his entire Rao expression was gloomy!

Sure enough, as he thought, in order to kill the ancestral god-level red descendant, the Dao Lord also paid the price with his life! The reason why he didn't listen to a few opinions and didn't want to cultivate was because he was afraid that after his last breath collapsed, he would no longer be able to do it!

"The old man is old after all, and I'm afraid that I will suffer you after that. Chen Mufeng's arms Hongmeng Daoist looked at the anxious and panicked faces, there was both guilt and relief on his face, the guilt was that he did not send everyone back to the Realm of the Gods at the moment of crisis, and it was gratifying that he did not see the disappointment in himself on everyone's faces, with such a defender and such a comrade-in-arms, those soldiers who were lying on the battlefield and were already cold should really die without regrets!

He didn't believe in this before, after all, if he could live, who would want to die.

"Okay, don't be a Daoist, we know what to do! Lao Tan, Lao Huang, it's up to you!"

Feeling the vitality of the person in his arms flowing rapidly like the water that bursts the embankment, Chen Mufeng came to the two people around him with a gloomy face, and then not only the two of them, but all the other people who stepped into the Emperor Chaos Emperor Realm all crossed their qi to the Hongmeng Dao Lord, wanting to continue the vitality in the Hongmeng Dao main body.

"Stop, I know my own state best, I can't save it, it's better to stay and run for my life than to waste my strength on the person I'm going to die. I forgot to talk to you before, except for the Hongmeng Dao and the Death Dao, the other three realms were all shattered, and the defenders among them were all killed in battle, and you can only go back to the Pantheon Realm through the space torn by the Dark Spawn. ”

Chen Mufeng, whose face was so gloomy that he could drip water, didn't listen to the words of the Hongmeng Daoist at all, but just looked at Lao Tan and the others with solemn eyes, and after seeing a few people shaking their heads, his clenched fists suddenly forced, making the Hongmeng Dao City Wall, which was already a ruin, suddenly loud.

"I couldn't afford to take care of him when I fought before, otherwise I would have let a group of old demons in the Dead Path take you away, but it's a pity that the ancestral god-level sub-red descendants don't allow me to be distracted in the slightest, otherwise I wouldn't have fallen into the current situation, the old man is ashamed of you." ”

Hongmeng Dao Master smiled, at this time, there was no longer the slightest appearance of a strong person who had broken through the Dao, and the vitality in his body was passing rapidly, and he was an old man, lifeless, and about to die.

"Dao Master, do you still have any wishes? Although I Song Jidao is weak now, as long as I return to the Realm of the Gods alive, I will definitely have the confidence to complete it in the future!" Feeling the weakness of the person in front of him, Song Jidao gritted his teeth, he admired any of the next heroes, and also hated any of them, in Hongmeng Dao over the years, he has received much help and gifts from the Daoist, and he Song Jidao respects the Hongmeng Daoist!

Hongmeng Daoist looked at the young man with a fierce expression beside him, he had always known that a few were not as temperamental as Fengzi, and the wisdom in his heart made him have reservations when dealing with the world, but he still recognized the strength of several daos, since this is the case, that is, as long as he doesn't care about what he is now, he will definitely do his best to achieve it for himself.

It's just that he has lived for so long, and his only concern is his wife and children who remain in the Chen clan, and there is nothing else to worry about. And his wife and children, he believes that even if Qiu Hai dies, Fengzi will be desperate to protect the two of them, Fengzi has that strength.

"Hahaha, what kind of wish does the old man have, he has lived for so long, and he has the terrifying strength of the Ancient Emperor Realm, he has long been happy enough. As for the wish that is not a wish, there is one, the old man wants to lie in the realm of the gods and see your victory. By the way, after taking me back, remember to be buried in the imperial state, if you are buried in the outer periphery, I am afraid that even if the person is dead, it will still not be peaceful, and even a tomb will not be affected wherever the dark descendant reaches. ”

Over, the Hongmeng Daoist couldn't say a word again, but when he closed his eyes peacefully, he vaguely heard countless howls and cries, but a group of big men couldn't help but feel pain, the Daoist was not sad, but they just couldn't help crying!

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