Emperor Ye Tian was brilliant.

He defined the true meaning of the golden age, which was to end the darkness, and he led the heavenly court to enter with powerful figures.

The Supremes fell one by one, ending the dark turmoil that had plagued the world for eternity.

The prestige of the heavenly court is like the sky.

Ye Fan's achievements are amazing, he has not attained enlightenment, but like enlightenment, he has not been in charge of the mandate of heaven, but he is stronger than the emperor who is in charge of the mandate of heaven.

In this prosperous era, the Great Emperor was born.

It was a quasi-emperor of the Jinwu clan, and no one thought that the old quasi-emperor who had lived for a long time would preach.

The Golden Crow Emperor is very sad, he is the same era as Ye Fan.

Although he is very powerful, he can't beat Ye Fan, Ye Fan's Dao is too special, in the world, in the ancient records, there are too few people who can compare with Ye Fan, very few.

Each one is a place that moves the entire ancient history.

The closest of them is Dao Tianjun, Dao Tiandi!

The existence of Emperor Dao Tian and Emperor Ye Tian broke the statement that the two emperors did not see each other.

There are two Heavenly Emperors in one life, and they are the Heavenly Emperors and not the Great Emperors!

So the Golden Crow Emperor is very sad, he is the most desolate emperor, he has not been able to defeat Ye Fan until he died, and his last words after death were to let Ye Fan die quickly.

Huo Ming said a lot, and Dao Tianjun was listening, with a smile on his face.

"I befriended Xiao Song, Ye Fan's disciple, he is very powerful." Huo Ming said and thought of something.

"Komatsu asked me to convey a word, his master wants to get together with you."

Hearing this, Dao Tianjun nodded.

"Auntie, aren't you going to go?"

Huo Ming didn't get Dao Tianjun's answer, and he was a little surprised.

As soon as his words fell, Dao Tianjun's words sounded, echoing in this hall.

"We'll see each other eventually, but not now......"

Thousands of years in the blink of an eye!

On this day, the outside world is turbulent, and one of the most amazing flowers blooms.

Huo Ming achieved the position of the Great Emperor and presided over the destiny of this era.

Also at this moment.

The world understands who his master is.

Dao Heavenly Emperor!

The most controversial emperor, both good and evil, is also the shortest living emperor.

He achieved the supreme fruition, did not reign in the world but walked into the depths of the South Ridge, no longer born, every time someone talks about the emperor, he will be mentioned, and some people rank him with the Emperor of the Beginningless and the Ruthless Emperor.

Because this man is unmatched.

This is an undeniable fact, and in terms of combat power alone, he can be ranked in the forefront.

Three thousand years have passed.

Huo Ming returned to the Wasteland, and he was still in charge of the Bronze Ancient Hall of the Wasteland.

"Boom!!"

Also on this day, in the depths of the bronze ancient hall.

A figure came out.

"Grandpa!" Huo Ming spoke.

The entire wasteland is boiling, the two living emperors, what could be more exciting.

Huo Ming didn't understand why Dao Tianjun suddenly came out, and suddenly thought of something in his heart.

There were tears in his eyes.

"Auntie, do you want to ...... too?"

In this regard, Dao Tianjun shook his head, he looked at Huo Ming, and his voice was ethereal as if he came from another time and space.

"You have become an emperor, the bronze ancient hall only needs one emperor, I have to go to the forbidden land, there are some things to do."

After all that's said.

Dao Tianjun left.

this day.

The Fire Emperor, Huo Ming reigned, he ruled the wasteland, and he was full of light.

Dao Tianjun disappeared.

Let many quasi-emperors speculate whether he left and went to that road, only a few people know that he didn't go, but just went to the depths of the forbidden land.

"Year after year, year after year, I have witnessed the change of many generations, and for nearly 20,000 years, I want to get in touch with the secret."

Dao Tianjun stood on that wasteland, a small dirt bag in the middle.

"Did you figure it out?" An old and old, ancient words of vicissitudes resounded.

The thin old man who had spoken to the Fire Emperor appeared.

"You're not my creature, you're a machine spirit."

Dao Tianjun stared at the thin old man, his pupils flashed with light, and he saw through the essence.

The thin old man looked at Dao Tianjun with admiration on his face, "Very good." ”

His eyes were cloudy, his body was rickety, he was old, and he seemed to be dying, but in fact, Dao Tianjun knew that this person lived longer than anyone else, and he could survive dozens of generations of emperors.

"There are only a few people who can see through my essence, and you are the fifth."

The old man was whispering, as if reminiscing.

"Maybe you haven't figured it out, I feel the special nature of your qi and blood, endless, like an independent immortal, are you bored and want to have fun." The thin old man said.

Hearing this, Dao Tianjun's eyes flickered.

"You're special."

I didn't expect this old man to see through his thoughts, this is not mind reading, it's just that I have seen a lot and guessed it.

But this requires a very terrible detachment, otherwise how can you see through what kind of character and what kind of thoughts Dao Tianjun is at a glance.

"It's just a broken immortal soldier, not worthy of praise." The thin old man waved his hand, "You don't want to enter that road yet, you are here to ask something." ”

"All."

Dao Tianjun spoke.

Hearing this, the thin old man smiled.

Immediately, he looked into the distance.

"What do you think the outside world is?"

Dao Tianjun was stunned by the thin old man's inquiry, he didn't expect such an inquiry.

What is the outside world?

At this moment, the thin old man coughed, and then sighed, "The outside world, even the creatures of the wasteland think that the wasteland is a small world, but who knows, the concepts between the two should be reversed. ”

There was no reply, Dao Tianjun was listening.

"The outside world is actually attached to my wasteland."

The thin old man said something amazing.

"Why is there another road in my wasteland, that is the fairy road, the fairy road that belongs to my wasteland, but it is special ......" Speaking of this, the thin old man stopped talking.

That road can't be told, only when Dao Tianjun walks over by himself will he understand what road it is.

"Everyone's path is different, and it's useless for me to tell you." The thin old man explained, "The outside world is attached to my wasteland, and the fairy road is left to them, and it is some agreements with the fairy realm. ”

"Did the Ancestor Emperor of the Desolate Heaven make an agreement?"

Dao Tianjun spoke.

Hearing this, the thin old man's eyelids opened and looked at Dao Tianjun.

He didn't expect that Dao Tianjun would know.

"Yes, some of the original agreements, the creatures in the outside world can't really be cut off, and they also have the right to pursue immortality, which is why we rarely go to the outside world to fight, leaving the ancestral teachings, we don't want to rob others of the Tao."

"I didn't know much about the events of the year, and I was broken and asleep at that time."

"The existence of the wasteland, why it exists, and what it really is, when you set foot on that road, you will gradually understand."

The old man whispered, occasionally coughing violently.

It's not that he is sick, but that his body has a scar and has been suppressed.

It seems that it was because he said too many words that he caused Dao injury, but when Dao Tianjun was about to make a move, he waved his hand, "This is an old problem, it won't die, it's okay to cough a few times." ”

"Heritage."

The thin old man suddenly said these two words.

He looked at Dao Tianjun, "You still remember that if you get a certain level, you will tell the creatures of the wasteland about the essence of our wasteland, right, the blood of the little wasteland is just the cheapest one." ”

"There's really too much to do."

"The few people who helped you at the beginning and destroyed the Divine Ruins were all living emperors, and they didn't kill themselves."

Another amazing news!

In the eyes of the outside world, those people are all self-beheaded supremes, but in fact, who would have expected it!

They are all living ancient emperors, they have not beheaded themselves, and they have survived for eternity, as if they are immortal and immortal.

"Grow biomass." The thin old man said a noun, "There is this kind of substance in the fairy world, why do people in the world say that the fairy world seeks immortality, they are not wrong, there is a special substance in the fairy world, which can make people live forever for a long time." ”

"Every moment, my remnant land will take the immortal matter from the immortal realm, and even from the dark land."

"The little desolate lord's treasure water is just the cheapest thing."

"It was born because of the Great Emperor, and there are many living Ancient Emperors and Ancient Emperors in our wasteland, and it is too easy to create that kind of thing."

His words were very calm, and he did not take the Treasure Water in his eyes at all.

"Relying on immortal biomass to survive, doesn't it mean ......" Dao Tianjun's eyes fluctuated in color, looking into the depths of the forbidden land, he wanted to sense how many supremes had survived.

Because this is most likely an extremely scary and terrifying message.

The accumulation of eternity.

How many people must have survived?

At the same time, so many people survived, you must know that the emperor who can achieve the emperor is an invincible being, isn't there someone who has become an immortal?

So to speak.

The remnants of the wasteland are terrifying.

Not to mention the cosmic cultivation realm, even if it is put in the immortal realm, that world will tremble.

"I don't even know how much there is."

The thin old man shook his head, "I'm just a guide, leading you forward to that path." ”

He doesn't know much, and there are some things that are hard to tell.

Afterwards.

The old man spoke some more words.

Dao Tianjun left.

"What the hell is the role of the Wastelands in history?" Dao Tianjun whispered softly.

At the same time, he was thinking about a word.

"The Dragon King is not our ancestor."

After hearing this, Dao Tianjun fell into contemplation, what would happen if this sentence was heard by the people in the wasteland, it was estimated that the table was flipped up, and no one would agree.

Everyone is proud of who they are, the dragon prince.

Now I tell them that the dragon king is not an ancestor.

Isn't this a reversal of previous notions?

After that, there were many questions, all of which were cut off by the thin old man in one sentence.

"Only when you set foot on that path will gradually understand."

Dao Tianjun heard such words no less than ten times, and many times it was the old man who replied like this.

What the hell is that road.

What is the purpose of the creatures of the wasteland who have gone forward for countless generations, what is the path to becoming an immortal that belongs to their wasteland, and what is the situation at the end of it?

What is the slumber of the act, why should we go to sleep instead of death, and what does this sentence mean?

"Death is not the end."

The old man finally said this......

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